August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 37
And the Saga Continues
Immoral Turpitude 

Argh!
	“I’M the captin!”
	“No, I’M the captain!”
	“NO!  I AM!”
	“Maybe I could be the captain?”
	The three boys vying for leadership on a make believe pirate ship looked to the one girl in their group,
	“You cant be the captain,” stated matter-of-factly one of the lads, “’cause you don’t have a weenie!”
	“Yeah!” jeered one of the other lads, “Only weenie’s can be captain!”
	Which of course got his companions shaking their heads.
	“Then it’s whoever has the BIGGEST weenie gets to be captain.” the girl said.
	The boys, Zane, Wade, and Ully, shoot each other startled looks.
	The girl, Ariel, waited.
	Located way-way back in the back area of the park the kids played without being bothered or pestered by other patrons of the park.  Here and the park area butted against the woods and nearby train track.  There was a small canal there; the train tracks went over this canal.  A dry river was nearby, then a large expanse of wasteland—scrub brush, piles of debris, more piles of debris, abandoned stolen cars, a portal to the underworld, alien spacecraft landing zone, and piles of debris.
	“Soooo, whip ‘em out!” chirped the girl impatiently.
	The boys stood close together a little caught off guard by the girl’s boldness.
	“Whatever.” said Zane, who wanted to be the captain of the invisible ship, the Skallywag.  There were pieces of furniture about serving as “ship parts” and for the most part the kids had a good imagination.
	Zane whipped his dick out.  Wade and Ully shrugged and hauled out their young pre-teen peckers and strove to get them “hard” and lengthy.
	“Cant get hard.” stated Ully.  The boys tugged on their meat sticks to no avail.  They were embarrassed and needed a “visual” aid of some kind.  Of some kind.

	‘Take your clothes off.’
	Ariel stared at the boys hardly glancing at all to their exposed weeniers.
	She beheld a curious look about her; blond hair, blue eyes, creamy white skin.  She was eleven years young (but looked ten!)  Her blond hair was in a floppy ponytail; she didn’t have much “shape” to her young body yet and had smallish breasts, too.  A nice ass, usually wore tight jeans, sometimes a dress or skirt, and was mostly a tomboy.
	Ariel licked her lips and looked thoughtfully passed the boys.
	There was a nice breeze on the summery afternoon.  There was no one nearby—no one.  There was large outbuilding that used to be the park gardener’s building but hadn’t been used in years due to budget contraints.
	Slowly—slowly—slowly and did Ariel undo her turquoise jeans and push them down.
	“Holy shit!” blurted Zane.
	Wade and Ully were speechless.  Wade had a sister, two of them!  One was older, one was younger.  He had seen them in their underwear and the younger one naked.  Zane and Ully had brothers only but Ully had girl cousins he had seen briefly nude.
	But Ariel was their friend and she was there before them.
	Basic white panties, brief type.  The boys were transfixed and then some.
	Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y down came Ariel’s base white panties.
	The boys’ mouths hung open and indeed—their young schlongs got hard.
	Excellent!

	‘Take your captive to your fort.’
	All pirates have a ship and a safe harbor to dock in.  “a harbor is a safe place for a ship; but that’s not what ships are for.” These pirates had a fort built into the hillside of where there were train tracks on top (and a canal nearby).  The “fort” was constructed of tin sheeting, galvanized/corrugated pieces mixed with cast off railroad ties and cinderblocks.  It had two sides of this type of construction, the fourth wall was the back wall that went into the hillside just a few feet.  The other wall was no wall—it was open.
	There was chicken wire on the open side serving as a door.
	The pirates took their “captive” who was for the most part—willing.
	Little coercion was needed—not even when subvertly told to “go naked.”
	The kids stripped off their clothes and used some rope found at the garden shed to secure their captive and escort her to their fort.  Ariel was a good sport and played along as some damsel in distress.  Her distress became too real as…

	‘Put her on the table.’
	The boys positioned their captive on the table and the final decision on who was the captain was made.
	Zane.  Zane Wowsinkinasea had the biggest weenie by mere centimeters.  Wade was taller, thinner, but his schlong didn’t measure up.  Ully had the smallest weenie (but it was fatter!)  then,
	‘Lick her pussy.’
	Zane stood dumbfounded—he knew what a girl’s pussy was (and what it was for (fucking!)) but the concept of “licking” was a little elusive.
	“S-she-she PEES from there!” the boy almost whined.
	‘Lick her pussy—or walk the plank!” argh!
	There was a plank made out of a railroad tie somebody before the boys had constructed sticking out from the canal berm just enough to be out over the canal.  The canal was usually full of water, green with water swirls suggesting a strong current just beneath the surface.  The sides of the dirt canal were somewhat steep and the nearest help was a long ways off.  The boys wisely stayed out of the canal.
	Zane stepped up to the girl, knelt down and proceeded to lick pussy.
	Wade and Ully was floored.
	“Whoa!” and “Holy shit!” bubbled from their lips.  They methodically stroked themselves and watched in extreme awe.  Ariel, too, was in awe.  She squirmed as she was tongued; she also giggled and blushed.  Although she heard “the voice” the voice was not directly speaking or coercing her.  She was a willing participant!
	Then Zane got the go head to “fuck.”
	Zane was more apt to fuck his hand, bed, pillow, hand again, than real life pussy.  He had no idea what it would be like.  He had only seen girls in their swimsuits and barely could imagine what a girl looked like naked—let alone dwell in her cunny.
	Only a little prodding was required, schooling.  The boy instinctively pressed his pud against the girl’s slicked up cunny and glided it there—running his penis up and down the slit before making entry.
	Ariel was shocked at the deed—but was still mostly willing; until the penetration where she was not so enthused about accepting.
	‘Lay still.’ The Voice cooed to her strongly.  Ariel was distracted enough not to realize that she was being fucked.  Zane was no pro but there wasn’t much in the pro business about fucking a girl’s pussy.  Put it in; pump, cum.  Zane did a fine job for his first time and managed to make three minutes before unleashing a torrent of jiz.  The boy virtually melted.  Fucking real pussy beat all else and he had no idea it could feel so good.

	Using a head bandana (Captain Zane’s) the girl’s broken cunny was cleaned off (as well as Zane’s blood smeared weenie.)  The boy’s pecker remained stalwart hard; he was still mesmerized by the fuck and stood offside in wonderment.  Wade Hayu took his turn, licked the girl’s cunny first before applying his cock.  He also came off taking two minutes to do so.  Ully Chron went a full four minutes before his chubby unleashed its own torrent of cream.
	Then, as the boys continued to recover from their first fuck, a stranger came into being.  He was tall, dressed all in black, head scarf like Zorro would wear, an eye mask like the Lone Ranger; black double breasted shirt, black jean pants, black square tip boots, and a black belt with black studs.
	It was like a blur, though, to the boys—and Ariel; regarding the stranger.
	Or like a dream.
	The stranger chuckled and then was up between Ariel’s legs schlepping his salami against the child’s fresh fucked cunt.  For almost a minute he humped the girl’s groove—then he slipped his man sized schlong into her crevice and got busy with the program.
	Ariel was aware and freaked out a little knowing that it wasn’t any of the boys (of whom she was actually willing to submit to).  But a man dick was not something she was willing to submit to.
	‘Calm,’ spoke the man’s voice into her head, ‘be calm.’
	There was some reassurance but the girl went into calm mode and was righteously fucked-fucked-fucked.  The boys stood around the spool table watching and jerking their gherkins—still in mesmerment.  A time or two the man pulled out, humped the girl’s slit, lifted her legs and poked her asshole.  Then he returned to finish off fucking her giving unto her a copious amount of his man juice.
	Briefly and the boys felt their subdued minds free.  But they were too frapped to do anything.  They were in no position mind wise to conjure anything to do against the man.  But then again, they either didn’t want to or were to confounded to do go for help.
	And Ariel didn’t seem to be in distress.
	The man recovered himself; he stepped back and though the boys were embarrassed enough to be naked with one another—being naked in the presence of a MAN was something else entirely.  Not to mention he had just fucked their friend.  None of the boys had even seen their dad’s weenie!
	‘Now, me buckos,’ grinned the man in black (not that man in black) ‘let us continue!’
	Ariel was turned over with her legs spread, feet on the ground.
	‘Lick her asshole.’ said calmly the man into Zane’s head.
	The boy, of course, balked.
	“No fucking way!” he said dramatically.
	‘Yes, way.’ Then, ‘Lick, or walk the plank.’
	Lick or face electrocution, actually.
	Zane leaned in; his forehead depicting confusion.  But an “unseen” force compelled him seemingly like someone was pushing on his shoulders as well as his mind.
	Down he went applying his tongue to Ariel’s asshole.
	The act only grossed him out ‘cause “that’s where she poops from!”
	The rim of Ariel’s pooper was clean; still, though…
	The boy licked—licked—and then licked some more.
	‘Now,’ said the Voice, Captain Vinny the Moon aka Fuctard, ‘fuck it.’
	That was met with a little more acceptance.  Still gross, but Zane could handle butt fucking.  Ariel’s “hole” was tight having never been breeched.  It took a little doing before pirate captain Zane made entry.  His puddling bent more than once but dire determination made it happen and he humped Ariel’s backdoor for several minutes.
	He didn’t cum.
	Wade, though, did.
	After kissing and then licking the girl’s fresh fucked rim he inserted his superiorly hard cock and got busy with the fucking.  It felt soooo good!  Almost as good as in her pussy!
	Ully wasn’t so enthused about “kissing” and less enthused about licking Ariel’s cummy hole.  Even using the girl’s panties to wipe off the spunk he balked and didn’t want to participate.
	‘Then off to the plank with you!’ said the Voice and Ully found himself being aggressively walked to the jutting railroad tie.
	“NOOOOOO!” screamed the boy—to wit he was manhandled roughly and thrown/pinned against a railroad tie used as a support timber for the ramshackled shack/fort’s roof.  Then he was spanked until he was unable to be heard screaming.
	His lily white ass was tomato red.  He readily kissed and then licked Ariel’s shitter.  His companions and Ariel were all visibly upset crying and begging (but unable to move due to their fright (and some “magical” mystical electronic means.)
	After Ully fucked Ariel’s asshole—and successfully orgasmed therein, Vinny the Moon took his turn.  And while he sodomized the hapless girl he had the boys one-two-three stand before her with their weenier’s in her mouth.  One at a time.  She sucked and sucked and sucked (not so willingly) at least a minute on each boy.  None of the boys creamed in her mouth—thankfully.	

Ahhh, booty is me treasure!
	One more round of fucking Ariel’s pussy and then,
	‘Suck yer Captain!’
	Wade and Ully stared dumbfounded in great disbelief.
	No way—no how was their strained thoughts.
	‘Suck him, or be spanked until you do.’ Plus walk (be thrown) off the plank.
	Wade and Ully got on their knees and cringed as they took Captain Zane’s schlong into their mouths.  Wade very nearly vomited he retched and gagged so.  Ully, however, took to sucking like he knew how and didn’t so much gag!
	Then,
	‘Now,’ spoken with a bit of a chuckle, ‘fuck them.’
	Pirate Captain Zane wasn’t so young to be oblivious to the wicked world of guy-on-guy fucking.  Wade and Ully turned about, “bent over” and spread open their cheeks.
	But before the captain entered the boys,
	‘Lick their hole.’ commanded to Ariel.
	Ariel was willing to see her friends naked, be naked with them, pee in front of them (she hadn’t but if it should arise…) and be silly whilst naked.  Sucking dick, was a reach and taking dick up the ass was a bit of a stretch.  She was iffy on getting dick in her pee hole (but wasn’t overly opposed.)
	Licking butt hole, though—that required the girl having her butt busted.
	The boys screamed and begged the man in black to stop with Captain Zane screaming “I’ll lick their holes!”
	Done!
	The beating of Ariel’s ass ceased and Captain Zane licked Wade’s asshole, fucked it, filled it with cum, then licked Ully’s hole, fucked it, fucked it, and fucking didn’t fill it with cum.
	‘Suck me.’
	“Shit.” Zane knew that was coming.  He sucked the man in black; and while doing so, Ariel licked his asshole—followed by Wade and Ully who also fucked it.
	It was a rich fine day!
	The four went to lay out under the bridge embankment to test their courage as the afternoon locomotive roared dramatically over their heads.  They had always wanted to do it but not so much on their own.  When the last car had rumbled away the kids found themselves—alone.
	Although they weren’t truly sure (and never were.)
	They returned to the fort and sat still, naked.
	“Now what’ll we do?” asked Ully.
	No one spoke.
	“What should we do?” asked up Wade.
	“Whattya mean?”
	“I mean, should we tell someone?”
	“Think about, douche,” bitched Wade (speaking to Ully) “who’s going to believe us?”
	“If it weren’t for the spanking stuff,” said Ariel, “it was kinda ok.”
	The boys looked to her conveying “What?” in spades.
	Ariel shrugged.  All sat on their butts, knees up, arms locked about knees.
	The boys thought over what Ariel had said.
	‘If it weren’t for the spanking…’
	Wow.
	“I-I guess so,” mused Ully, “I-I just don’t like licking butt hole.”
	Wade concurred adding, “and being forced.”
	“He must’ve been using one of those mind devices.”
	“Fucker.” said Zane.
	“Yeah.” Wade said trying to make the situation not so bad.  “It was kinda ok, just not all of it.”
	Some silence fell upon them, then;
	“Frrrrt!” Wade farted.
	It was one of those funny farts that had different octaves as it was released.
	It broke the group up.
	Ariel stood up, hands on her naked hips, “Well, on THAT note, I think I will go and see if there are some other worthy pirates somewhere.” And she turned making her way s-l-o-w-l-y out the makeshift door.
	The boys one-two-three looked to one another.
	“Hey, no, wait a minute,” said Captain Zane, “you’re still our captive.”
	“Not if I make it out the door!” she giggled and continued to make small steps to the door.
	Zane charged after her grabbing her by the elbow.
	“Yer staying!” he said in a commanding but boyish voice.
	Ariel put up some resistance—some.  The boys brought her back to the spool table and laid her down across it.  Ully held her arms back whereupon she clutched his balls and played with his dick.  Zane eyed her pussy, he didn’t go down on her but placed his cock against her cunny and began gliding the head up and down the entrance.
	Then he went into her.  Ariel raised her legs, thrashed about a little, made quip little noises of protest and was righteously fucked.  Zane creamed her and nearly fainted as a result.  The release was fantastic!  Even pulling out caused another zolt of “WOW” tantalizing his dick causing another spurt of cum
	None of them knew that “spurt of cum” could lead to pregnancy.
	Tsk tsk tsk; what are they teaching in schools these days?  When was the War of 1812? Who’s in Grant’s Tomb?  Where’s Waldo? 

	Wade and Ully took their turns with both boys creaming the girl’s cunny.
	All three boys were out of their minds with the orgasm they got.  They knew that they wanted to do it again.  And again—and again—and then again some more.  Ariel herself got some thrill from the fucking, her pussy tingled and there was something to be said about the naughtiness of it all.
	“It’s getting late,” the girl said at length, “I gotta get him before I get yelled at.”
	The boys one-two-three agreed and the four made for their homes.
	Wade and Ully walked together as they lived close to one another but a little further than Zane.
	“What a day, eh?”
	Ully nodded, his mind was still swamped with the day’s events.
	“I cant fuckin’ believe that shit happened!”
	“Dude, you licked my asshole!”
	“You licked mine!”
	“Soooo totally fucked up.” Wade said.
	“Yeah, but—it wasn’t all bad.”
	“What part?” Wade asked.
	Ully suddenly clamed up.
	At the street corner where Ully had to turn left on Sycamore they paused.
	“My dad’s taking my mom out to dinner for her birthday.”
	“Yeah, and?” asked Wade.
	“Well, they’re probably gone by now.”
	“And?”
	“You can come over if you want.”
	“Ok.”
	The boys made for Ully’s home where he was correct, the parental units were not at home.  No one was home.  The boys made for the kitchen first off but then made a detour to the bathroom.  Usually the boys peed separately when visiting the other’s bathroom; but after the day’s doings—
	And as the peeing commenced,
	Ully grinned and pushed his pants (and undies) down exposing his ass.
	Wade blushed and worked his down to his knees.
	After the pee,
	“Soooo, whattya wanna do now?” gushed a slightly embarrassed Wade.
	After a minute of thought,
	“Let’s go to my room.” and then he took off his clothes.

	“Sometimes when no one is here—I ran about up and down the stairs to all the rooms with nothin’ on.”
	Wade giggled, “I got two sisters, they’d rat me out.”
	Ully knew Wade’s sisters (and wished he knew them better!)
	Ully stood naked in his room; which was kinda cluttered but he was a boy sooo it was a given.  Wade stood a little apprehensively holding his still unfastened/unzipped pants.  He was considering.
	“You wanna go?” Ully asked.
	“Where?  Home?” said a confused Wade.
	“Nah, stupidnaggle, get naked and go about the house.”
	Wade continued to think it over; then, with a shrug he shucked his clothes and stood butt bare assed naked.
	“To bad Ariel aint here.”
	“Damn!” said Wade, “For sure!”
	A moment of reflection about the man who had abused them.
	Neither said anything.  Then,
	Ully poked his friend, “You’re it!” and darted out of the room—Wade following.

	Down the hall, down the stairs, sliding barefoot (awkwardly) down the wooden hallway, into the kitchen, then racing about the breakfast table the boys chased one another with their tallywhackers dangling.  What ho!  What fun!  Impressionable young lads, no cares, no worries, no thoughts to the day’s sordid events.
	They paused to snag a soda break, fart, and wish again that Ariel was with them.
	“She’d let us fuck her!” declared Wade.
	“No shit!” agreed Ully.
	“Fuck, suck, spank, whatever.” grinned Wade.
	“Yeah.” said Ully; then a pause for reflection.
	“It was kinda fucked up, though, the way it happened.”
	“Yeah,” Wade concurred, “she woulda sucked and let us fuck her without that asshole guy.”
	“He had to have had one of those Devices.”
	Wade nodded.  “Wish WE had one!”
	“Fuck yeah!  We’d fuck every girl we know!”
	“And don’t know!”
	“Yeah!”
	“Yeah!”
	Yeah.
	After the soda break the boys returned to the bedroom.
	“So whatta we do now?”
	Ully flopped nakedly on his bed staring up to the ceiling musing,
	“You could—suck my dick!” he said flopping his member playfully.
	“Sick bastard!” then, “Only if you suck mine!”
	“Let’s suck ‘em at the same time!”
	“How?”
	Ully sat up and thought thoughtfully, “Come ‘ere.”
	Wade got on the bed and lay on his side facing his friend’s semi hard cock.
	Ully faced Wade’s.
	It was awkward.
	Slowly, though, Ully placed his hand—on Wade’s smooth ass.
	Wade clenched up but did likewise to Ully.
	The boys mutually began sucking one another—slowly at first and then sped up as they got into it.  They eventually turned whereas they were preforming unknowingly the infamous 69er.
	After so much sucking, Wade turned about to lay nakedly on his friend.
	For more awkwardness they stared into one another’s eyes.
	“You know,” said Wade, “I-I kinda like it—with just you and me.”
	“Yeah,” Ully grinned, “you suck dick real good!”
	Wade smacked his friend’s ass, “Fucker!” he jeered.
	A pause, a lingering pause, then;
	“Wanna fuck my ass?”
	“If you fuck mine!”
	Done!
	So it wasn’t all bad; the boys engaged in backdoor banditry (and liked it!)
	But since they didn’t engage in KISSING one another—they weren’t gay.
	They butt fucked one another to their cock’s content; then they showered (and butt fucked one another again.)  Then, on the bathroom floor they slobbered each other’s dong up (and down) followed by some light spanking and then—THEN some rim jobbing!
	The parental units came home and the boys broke up their non-gay activities to go socialize.  Wade stayed the night over.  As soon as the parental units went to bed and about an hour later the boys slipped out to the backyard, got naked, and engaged sexually all over again.  Then, after morning breakfast they made way back to the park where they met Zane and Ariel.  After some awkward moments they returned to the park’s garden shed and then on to the pirate booty fort for Round Two!  This time, though, without the Intruder.

Moral turpitude
	All in the family
	Across the street, down the block, and five houses away from the Chikken house was the home of the Keytoon’s.  Rhonda was friendly with the horndog boy there, Alex.  (all boys are horndogs)  Alex had an older sister who scored sometimes some righteous weed.  Anyone who could score some righteous weed was a friend indeed.
	One morning and Mallory was in the family kitchen with her mother, Elyse.
	Elyse was a hip mother; not a soccer mom but she was hip.  She worked primarily as an architect but also helped out at her husband’s public television station as a producer, writer, director, set designer, program director, camera operator, and coffee maker.  And on occasion smoked a joint with her teenage daughter…
	The two had a good relationship; they discussed virtually everything.
	Everything.
	With the newsy news topics being what they were there were stark conversations about sex; sex acts, depraved sex (and sex acts).  There were blatant discussions about bestiality and incest as recently there had been a woman caught having sex with a dog, a teenage girl with a goat, and a man humping a horse!  Other topics were, of course, teachers (male and female) having extracurricular activities with their students.  And lastly, family sex.
	Some family sex was of the typical standard; brothers and sisters.  Other news stories were of the father boning his daughter and the mother getting it on with her son.
	On the kitchen counter mini television the newest news story was of a step-brother caught in bed with his non-bio sister.  The boy was eighteen and the girl was fifteen.  The boy was arrested and jailed and the girl shipped off to other relatives.
	“If they were consenting,” remarked Elyse as she hurried around the kitchen making snacks for the family for the day before they all headed out, “what’s the big deal!?”
	Mallory wasn’t surprised by her mother’s comment.  She giggled and blushed nodding in agreement.
	“I think it’s more of their age difference.” added Mallory.
	“Oh, big deal,” said Elyse, “they are both teens.  She didn’t call rape.”
	“Sex between brothers and sisters has been going on for years and years.” She amended.  “No big deal.”
	“No big deal.” Smiled Mallory.  A tall girl, reserved, somewhat of a dimwit but managed to be an “A” student.  A trim girl, liked tight clothes, and sometimes went “commando” just because.
	Elyse finally took a breather and sat down with her coffee.  She shook her head sadly at the incestuous news.  She was kind of tall herself, strawberry blond, unlike her daughter who had raven jet black hair.  Elyse was from the 60s, a flower child—hence the use of marijuana and not thinking once about sharing a hit with Mallory.
	As Elyse watched the news, Mallory formulated a musing question.
	“Soooo, like, uhm, did you and Uncle Elton—”
	Elyse, who had been enveloped in the news turned her attention to Mallory.
	“Why do you ask?” out of curiosity—out of curiosity?
	Mallory shrugged suddenly getting flustered and embarrassed.
	“Have you—are you and Alex?” not completing the question but surmising.
	Mallory pursed her lips and felt the need to flee.  How would her mother react to the knowing?
	In effort to ease her obviously petrified daughter—
	“Yes, we did, have, done, and—still do.”
	Mallory was floored.  “Still do?”
	Elyse closed her eyes, gripped her customized coffee cup PRODUCER of the YEAR! nodding her head stating “Now and then, special occasions.”  
	Birthdays, Christmas, family reunions.
	Mallory was not aghast but stunned.  Then she felt giddy.  She guessed her daddy didn’t know.  That was a given.  He was a tall man, she had never known him to be without a beard.  A flowerchild of the 60s himself he was twice educated as a college man having many degrees, a doctorate, and could command quite status as a chief executive officer of any corporation.  But he settled for a monkey at the same public broadcaster station as his wife.
	Elyse gave her fidgeting daughter a long look,
	“Are you and Alex?” she needed confirmation.
	“No, but—”
	As kids they had engaged in the “touchy-feely” aspect of their relationship.
	Mallory was eighteen, Alex was fifteen.  They had never engaged sexually, just “touch”.  However, of late, and Mallory was having dreams.
	Fantasies of getting boned by Alex.  She had a boyfriend but did not dream of sex with him—or anyone else (well, not exactly—more on that later.)  It was Alex she wanted to have sex with—but needed to feel out her mother (the figurative and not literal) (well, not exactly—more on that later).
	“It’s ok,” Elyse said to her daughter, “a good fantasy is a healthy thing.” She smiled and had a whimsical look about her.

	Mallory smiled—the confirmation eased her concerns.  She had kind of figured for a long time that her weird uncle and even weirder mother might in fact being fooling around.  The validation eased her mind—paving the way to proceed with the next thing.
	“Fantasies are a good thing,” smiled Elyse—but she didn’t complete the sentiment as she closed her eyes and drifted—fantasizing about someone.  (and it wasn’t her brother Elton!)
	“Soooo, you’re fantasizing about Alex?” Elyse surmised.
	Embarrassed, Mallory nodded and watched for her mother’s reaction.
	Which was not quite what she expected.
	“You should go for it, fulfill that fantasy.”
	Mallory gave her mother a blank expressionless look.
	“Really?”
	“Sure, it’ll be good for you!” then, “He’s a strapping young lad and strapping young lads are good for us!”
	Mallory was perplexed.  Her mother was giving her the ok to go seek out Alex for to fulfill her personal fantasy.
	“Is there a problem?”
	Mallory shrugged, sighed, and licking her lips thoughtfully,
	“Well, I dunno, what if he doesn’t want to?”
	“Are you kidding me?  He’s a boy, a teenage boy.  At his age he’s ready to hump anything—related to him or not.”  True.
	So, with the go-ahead from her mother, Mallory began thinking of how to fulfil her personal fantasy.

How to please a woman:  compliment her, give her diamonds, wine/dine her, say something about her eyes, don’t cuss in front of her (or her mother), don’t fart in front of her (or her mother), dance with her, listen to her, say something nice about her mother.
How to please a man:  show up naked, bring beer.

	“So, like, how important is sex to a guy?”
	“On a scale of 1-10?”
	“Yeah.”
	“100.”
	She kinda expected as much.  Early one morning with the house to themselves (parents away for the weekend at some parental unit retreat--No kids allowed!) and Mallory was in the kitchen with Alex.  As kids, Mallory and Alex did the “touchy-feely” part of their brother/sister relationship.  They ran amok naked, bathed together, and on stormy nights they shared a bed together, or closet.
	But it had been years; sleeping together, touchy-feely, and even seeing one another naked.  Mallory’s mind raced as she continued to think up a way to seduce her brother.  She was taller than her brother—almost 6’/2meters.  Slim body, nice boobies, nice-nice ass.  A lovely girl with an amazing smile, beautiful brown eyes, a seductive voice, and very pleasing on the eye.
	“Sooo, why did you ask me that?” Alex asked being a little suspicious (but unawares that his sister had the hots for him.)
	“Oh, just curious.” then, “Remember when we were kids and we slid in our socks in the hallway?” just socks, mind you, just socks.
	Alex had one of those faraway looks; fondling remembering.  He nodded, smiled, then caught his sister’s eyes and got embarrassed.
	“Yeah, yeah I remember.” then, “Uh, why’d you bring that up for, Mel?”
	“Oh, I dunno, just something I remembered doing—and missed.”
	Alex was caught off guard.
	“We always did that when mom and dad were out of the house and we were on our own.” Safe.
	Again, Alex nodded, licked his lips thoughtfully, and continued to be befuddled.  Then, with a bit of inspiration,
	“So, like, uh, you-you—do you—would you like to do that—again?”
	Mallory brightened up, “Yeah, I kinda do.”
	Alex was STILL mystified.
	“Soooo, just our socks?”
	Mallory smiled and slipped off her tight fitting/form fitting dark navy blue ribbed sleeved-to-the-elbow shirt.  No bra.  She had Alex’s undivided attention.  Nice-nice hooters did Mallory have; supple, B-size without being overly done, and captivating.
	BOING!
	Then, down came the pants.  Skin tight bikini style tinted green panties.
	A nice muffin could be seen giving cause for Alex to let out a moan.
	Alex was a virgin.
	Cant say the same for Mallory.
	But she wasn’t a slut about it, either.
	She paused a moment holding her bemusement about her dweeb brother (who still stood fully clothed, fully hard.)  A nice looking boy, a little on the short side, full head of hair he ridiculously managed constantly—image was everything (‘specially if you’re a Republican!)
	Seeing that her brother was too mesmerized to “follow” her lead she shucked her panties and stood in her ankle length turquoise socks.  And nothing else!  Alex’s eyes slowly-slowly-slowly moved off of her dynamic boobies to her equally dynamic poon pie.  He let out another moan.
	Mallory knew that she had her brother by the proverbial balls.  (and maybe later she would have him literally?)  She hoped.  Turning, she fled quickly out of the kitchen to the hallway and began “skidding.”  Alex was left in a stupor; he blinked his eyes, cocked his head, “this isn’t happening.” he said to himself.
	Regardless, he stripped off his clothes; awkwardly stumbling out of “good” everyday clothes and followed suit—pausing to watch his sister slid almost all the way down the hall to the linen closet.
	“Not bad!” he cheered.  Then got up a head of steam and slid just as far as she did—his cock leading the way by inches.
	Being the competitive person that he was, Alex tried to “out slide” his sister.
	Whether it be a simple board game, a trivia game, chess, and or even darts, Alex strove to outdo anyone who was with him.  However, it was Mallory who most often outwitted him and beat him.  It infuriated Alex—he didn’t like to lose (especially to a sister (and/or a girl!))
	Regardless, Alex was not an ass about losing to his sisters; in fact, he sometimes rooted them on.  There was an altruistic reasoning to his rooting, however.  The girls were egged on to be better at school; to engage in chess matches (and win!) and more importantly, give thanks to Alex which only bolstered his ego.  The girls, too, put in a good word about their otherwise dweeb brother.  Other than Mallory, there was twelve year old Jennifer, too.
	The sliding in their socks in the hallway, though, was not Mallory’s intent.
	At length, after artfully allowing her brother to beat her, Mallory paused to catch her breath—and allow her brother to ogle her full nakedness.
	“You almost had me there, Mel,” Alex said boasting about his sliding abilities, “but I’ve got style—”
	“And more weight.” sneered his naked sister.   
	The banter began about “weight”, guys, tact, flare and so on.
	At length and Mallory went to her room, leaving the door open.
	Alex, still raving about his sliding win and how he did it poised at the door and went into a stammer.  Mallory had gone to her bed, laid out on it, spread her legs, and began friggin’ herself.  Alex was once more mesmerized and perplexed.
	“M-Mel—” he stammered but was furthermore unable to construct a sentence.  He stood with a dazed look on his handsome face; like a bloke watching his favorite pizza being made, his car emerging unscathed from the local car wash, a picture of Earnest Borgnine naked, the ex-wife’s car being towed, the ex-mother in-law being hauled off by the local constabulary…
	Methodically and he began stroking his favorite organ.
	Mallory fingered her pussy making her gawking brother drool.
	“You going to stand there all day or what?”
	“Or what—what?” said a dazed Alex.
	Mallory sighed, ‘and they call ME the dimwit!’ actually, though; Mallory was a straight “A” student, sometimes even besting her brother in some subjects.
	“I’m going to let you figure it out.” she said lightly—and slightly annoyed.
	Alex did, at length, figure it out.  He moved (albeit slowly) to his sister on the bed—eyes glued to her fur pie.  Mallory parted her legs and looked to her brother as alluring as she possibly could.  Alex looked like he was about to bust.  His cock was anyways.  It was hard, throbbing, average length, and ready to explode.  The horndog boy slowly crawled onto the bed…
	Positioning herself a little more Mallory felt her young cunny gushing at the anticipation.  She had already given her virginity to a horndog boyfriend who was no longer her horndog.  At the previous year’s Halloween party she got dick from the Werewolf and Frankenstein’s Monster.  She got it up the ass from a pirate, Count Dracula, and a ghost.  It was a hell of a party!
	She wasn’t a fan of giving blowjobs, but at that same party she had sucked on Frankenstein’s Monster’s not so monstrous cock AND an Alien’s dong.  Her first boyfriend—not the one who got her cherry—also got a blow.
	But she wasn’t a slut!
	Alex slid his moderate cunt pleasing cock into his sister’s groove and virtually melted.  Unlike his sister, Alex WAS a virgin.  He was too wrapped up in academics to get laid.  He liked girls—a lot!  He masturbated regularly, had a pair of panties from each of the girls in the house—his sisters’ AND his mother’s!  Oh!
	But as far as getting into a girl?  Nah.
	Sperm was already jutting forth from his pisser from the onset.  He managed to maintain an erection; the head slid in; his eyes of blue rolled and he was in essence—having sex.  A shudder enveloped him all over; his toes curled and he was no so unlike Rover coupled with some bitch.  Natural instinct took over from there; as soon as the entire six inches of his schlong was in the cave-man mentality took over and he began to pump.
	More cum was jutting.  The sensation was sensational!  He moaned and pumped steadily faster and faster.  He didn’t look down at his naked sister but straight ahead to the wall and the poster of some Hollywood hunk.  His mind was blank.  His heart was beating hard and sweat began to roll off his body.
	Mallory caressed her brother’s sweaty naked backside then clutched his sweaty naked butt.  She pumped back into her brother, wrapped her legs about his legs, and enjoyed the ride.  Alex finally unleashed the full potential of his prowess; looking down to his sister she took on a new light to him.  There was still perplexity but he was going to let it go and not let it bug him.
	With the essence of his brotherly love quickly ebbing, Alex returned his gaze to his sister’s lovely titties.  He fondled them and admired them.  Mallory didn’t know what the fascination was with a guy drooling over a girl’s tits!
	“Want to do it again?” Mallory asked.
	Alex gave her a whimsical then serious face, “Just for your information, you never have to ask that.”
	And as they once more incestuously coupled, Mallory again took the upper hand by reversing her position and pinning her brother beneath her.  She rode him!  His cock, though just expended its all was still mightily stiff (enough).  Expertly she guided the hardened slicked up member into her gash, clenched her cunny, reverberated and engaged sexually once more with her brother.

Progressively progressing
	“Soooo, how was it?” surmising that Mallory and Alex had indeed—fucked.
	Mallory blushed as she cupped her cup of tea.  It was a little embarrassing to be discussing her sexual exploits with her mother.  But she was.  And she found her cunny tingling!  Alex had a nominal cock and it had tantalized her greatly.
	There was a look in Elyse’s face, Mallory was familiar with it—she had had the same facial expression (discussing getting laid by Alex.)  Well, knowing that her mother was ok with brother and sister sex…
	“Alex was pretty amazing.” Mallory began.
	“Really?”
	“Yeah, for a beginner, I guess.” she laughed and her mother giggled.
	“I haven’t seen him naked in a long time, since he was a little boy,” mused Elyse, “so is his thingy good size?”
	“Not really,” mused Mallory, “about average I guess.” Referring on past schlongs that had invaded her cunny.
	“But, he was pretty good regardless.” It was more about the illicitness than it was about the sex itself.

Men look at boobs like women look at puppies in a cage; they just want to take them out and play with them.  Just saying.

Lies my father never told
	And so it came to pass—that Alex liked dat ass!  Mallory’s ass.  The two hooked up making quite a time of their time.  Each time and Alex went into a rabid dog mode; shuddering and twitching as he achieved the ultimate goal.  And whether it be on his sister or she on him—he was cool with either position.  Just so long as he got laid.  Clutching his sister’s ripe firm ass thrilled him and he seemed to prefer her on top of him.  (he enjoyed ogling her bouncing beauties!)

	Then it also came to pass, an offhanded comment from Alex’s dad, Steven, got Alex wondering.  The comment was:  “Gee, you’d think they’d know better.” Regarding the latest news about teachers caught having sex with their students.
	But it was the second offhanded remark, “they should have hidden themselves better!” that really got Alex thinking (and wondering.)  Plus,
	“And for the life of me, why would a teenage boy complain about getting laid by his teacher!” ‘especially if she’s hot!’ end quote.  Of course, there were some boys who weren’t complaining (about sex with their teacher) but bragging.  And the bragging led to someone snitching in another offhanded comment whereas a parental unit got wind of it and there you go—busted.
	Steven and Elyse Keaton were two hippies with liberal viewpoints who found love and marriage during the 60s. The young couple had hoped their children would adopt the same values.  Not so much.  Alex was an avid Republican, a card caring member of such.  He even had a picture of President Reagan and William F. Buckley in his room!  Other teen boys had posters of rock stars, half naked pop singers, and so on.  Not Alex.
	Steven was a public television station manager, his Flower Child wife, Elyse an architect.  And as intelligent and over-achieving as Alex was, Mallory was as underachiever and somewhat of a slacker; she was more concerned with shopping and cute guys.
	In the living room the television evening newscast was full of sexual news.
	Male and female teachers either caught in the act of getting it on with their students or ratted out.  Other sordid stories also had Steven shaking his head; brother and sister relationships, cousins, uncles and their nieces, fathers and their daughters, and mothers and their sons.
	Alex so noted that his dad seemed to be “uncomfortable”.  He fidgeted on the sofa and seemed antsy.  Alex wondered.
	“Soooo, cousin on cousin is cool?” he surmised and wondered aloud.
	“Yeah, Alex, I think it is alright.”
	Wow.  Of all the conversations Alex had had with his dad he had never gotten the feeling that he was ok with cousin on cousin incest.  He never would have thunk it; his dad was a man from the 60’s so there’s that.  Cousin on cousin love was strictly forbidden in Ohio; and many “northern” states.  Tolerated in some states, ‘cept Texas.  No kissing a cousin, no humping a cousin, no marrying.  (but you can marry into your same sex!)
	“They’ve got news about other relationships, too.” Alex coyly applied.

	Daddy Steven nodded, he was reading some paperwork from work and only halfheartedly listening to the news—and even less to his son.
	“Yeah, all sorts of relationships going on,” Alex continued, “brothers and sisters, uncles and nieces, teachers and students—” he was fishing and “incest” was the lure.
	“Sex between brothers and sisters, and cousins, uncles and nieces has been going on since the beginning.” mused Steven.
	“It’s just a matter of opportunity.” he continued.  “If it’s mutual, consensual, than I see no personal problem with it.”
	That was good information to know—and hear.
	“Cool, dad, cool.” then, “So, s-sexual relationship between brothers and sisters is ok with you?”
	A brief pause, “Yeah, Alex, it sure is.”
	Wow.
	“But the cousin on cousin thing, that’s more common, isn’t it?”
	Another brief pause, then, “Oh, about as common as the brother and sister relationships, the sexual thing.”
	Alex was floored.  His mind raced around rapidly and then,
	“Soooo, what about you and Aylnna and Megan?” cousins.
	Alex looked to his father with hungry need-to-know eyes.
	His father, a regal man sporting a nice close beard, slightly receding hairline, bobbed his head but didn’t look his son in the eye.  His eyes were on the papers in his hand—but his mind seemed alert and aware!
	“We had our times together.” An opening.
	Alex had a boner growing.  How would his father actually feel if he knew about the relationship he and Mallory were having?
	“Are you and Mallory fooling around?” a bold question.
	Alex appeared nervous and flustered giving way for his father to say:
	“I was younger than you my first time with Alynna.”
	Wowzers.  Alynna was just two years older than Steven.  Megan two more years than her Alynna.  Steven then went on to explain:
	“When on my twelfth birthday it was celebrated in a momentous way.”
	Skinny dipping in the backyard pool.  For his birthday the girls invited their birthday boy cousin over for a private party.  No cake, but plenty of activities—and NO PARENTAL UNITS!  A hot-hot day in Columbus, Ohio, and Steven’s parents had the only house without a pool.  At his cousins’ house, there was an above ground pool big enough to hold a whale!  The backyard was surrounded by bushes, trees, shrubs, and tall fencing enabling the girls to go about as they pleased.  Which, in summer months, meant au natural!
	Alex was captivated by his father’s revelation.  And there’s more!
	Whether or not Steven had seen a naked girl before was not made clear.  He was a little bashful about stripping down and going swimming naked—with his teenage cousins who were also naked.  But egged on (and the desire to see a naked girl cousin or not) Steven shucked his clothing and embarrassment and went skinny dipping.
	Naturally and the young burgeoning teenager couldn’t keep his eyes off his naked cousins.  And they did nothing to conceal themselves—and they, too, eyed him!
	“Did—did you guys—do it?” Alex interrupted wanting to know.
	 “Not then, that came later.”
	Later,
	On another invite to the house w/o parental units present and young Steven just ten months away from his thirteenth birthday was not prepared for the day’s events.
	“Why?  What happened?” always the inquisitive one that Alex.
	“I was to meet a family friend of Alynna and Megan.”
	A “young” friend.  Younger than Steven.  Oooooh!
	Yep.  She was ten years young.  Very pretty in a Plain Jane sort of way; long straight unstyled blond hair, blue eyes, but just beginning to get “lumpy.”  Not much of a form—but she was ten so there’s that.
	And upon Steven’s arrival she was clad merely in her panties!
	So were Alynna and Megan.
	And they were smoking dope.
	Steven was no stranger to dope; he had taken a hit (or two) AT SCHOOL, AT CHURCH and at a friend’s house.  Once in the cousins’ bedroom he got down to his underwear, took a hit, then watched in amazement as his cousins AND their friend shucked their panties.
	Alex was now speechless—for once.
	Steven slid his own undies off and the girls one-two-three ogled his straight as an arrow schlong.  He was at first embarrassed but with the help from another hit from the passed around joint—he got over it and stood proudly with his cock even prouder.
	Then,
	Deanna, the precocious naked ten year old, got onto the bottom bunk of Alynna’s bed.  The cousins had two twin beds along with a bunk bed—used for when girlfriends came over to spend the night.  Steven stood (with his proud cock erect) mystified and not quite sure what was going on.
	“Go on.” egged Megan.
	Steven gave his cousin “go on—what?” look.
	The cousins gave him in return a “are you kidding?” look.
	No, Steven wasn’t kidding.  What?
	So some schooling was in order.
	“Get on her.” cooed Alynna.
	The concept of “sex” was not elusive to Steven; but then it was in this context.  He crawled onto the bed and then onto Deanna.  Natural instinct sort of took over from there—but it didn’t help when the girl beneath him said,
	“It’s not in.”
	Holy shit!
	Deanna took holt of his proud dick and “expertly” glided into her groove.
	As state, natural instinct then took over and Steven engaged in his first sexual experience—not involving his hand.
	Though Steven was not a “pro” about screwing a girl, he was semi pro when it came to humping his bed and pillow.  He often enjoyed being totally naked when “getting it on” with his bed; he also often spanked himself!
	As he fucked the ten year old girl, Deanna, his cousin one-two watched!
	It was a little odd—no, a LOT odd.  But whatever, he was in the groove (both figuratively as well as other.)  It felt good!  Much-much better than his hand or bed.  Much.  He had no real technique but grinded against the young girl, pulled out and humped the slit before finishing off with a bit of a cum blast that put the young pre-teen into a sexual orbit.
	Then, it was the Funky Chicken—
	Little Deanna seemed unphased by getting laid (and Steven did not know if she had had sex often or what.)  Anyways, the Funky Chicken.  After the fuck, the little girl got off the bed, fingered her cum laden hairless pussy, and did the “funky chicken” whereas you put your hands under your armpits and go crazy with a chicken dance.
	Megan took the funky chicken dancer to the bathroom to “clean up”.
	Alynna sat on one of the twin beds—eyeing her young cousin who sat on the bunk bed of lust methodically tugging on his squirter.  He was still in some awe.  His cousin, long light brown hair, long sun kissed body, very-very trim body, eyed him until he was aware of her attention.  Then she laid out width wise on her bed spreading her legs.
	Steven eyed her cunny—it was slightly furry.  She fingered her slit and beckoned him “Hark!  Hark!  Harkened he!” and he came unto her—then into her.  There was some clumsiness about his manner of mounting and even entry but—he managed and began pumping finding equal pleasure therein.
	Alynnna caressed his ass and pumped back into him.  They grinned to one another the whole time.  When he got his rocks off he sat back; his pud slipped out of his cousin’s cunt and shot a long milky strand of spunk up her midriff and stomach.  Just in time—the other two returned.
	“Did you get to do Megan?”
	Steven smiled and nodded.
	Megan toyed with Steven’s cock, fondled his balls, and a little more knowledge about sex and sex acts than her sister.  Megan, too, got in the act of fondling Steven’s schlong.  After a time of getting Steven hard-harder-hardest Megan laid out next to her sister and Steven mounted her.  Deanna wasn’t too interested but DID position herself behind them and up close and way to personal watched Steven and Megan fuck.
	“Did you guys do it—all the time?”
	“No,” sighed Steven, “just a few times.” He didn’t explain.  Alex could tell his father was having one of those faraway remembrances.  A fond recollection.
	Alex was in a bad way—he needed to get laid and fast!
	Then Jennifer waltzed thru the living room.  She was twelve.
	Alex eyed her; it had been not too long ago that he had seen her prancing about in her underwear.  When she turned twelve she got a little modest and didn’t prance in her underwear anymore—well, not in Alex’s sight.
	After she moved thru and on to her bedroom,
	“Anything with her?” Steven asked of Alex.
	Alex was shocked.  “No.” he said truthfully.  ‘not yet.’
	But there was a look, a strange look, in Steven’s eye that Alex saw.
	“Dad?  Do-do you want to—” he couldn’t finish ‘cause he couldn’t fathom the thought that his dad had thoughts about sex with Jennifer.  It seemed confounding to Alex; he was ok with sex with Mallory and that was brother/sister.  How was it different with his dad?
	Steven didn’t answer his son but gave him a whimsical smile and returned his attention to his paperwork.

Family ties
	One fine day in the house of Keeytoone and once more Alex and Mallory were up to naughty incestuous shenanigans.  Mallory was on top—as per the norm.  Alex was thrusting UP, clutching his sister’s firm ass, just about to get his nut when he felt that feeling—no, the other feeling.  That they weren’t quite alone.
	Slowing his progress he clung to his sister and peered thru her stringy damp hair finding a shadowy figure lurking at the bedroom door.  Only this—and nothing more!
	Who?
	If it were—their mom—she probably wouldn’t care.
	Same for if it were their dad.
	Jennifer?
	She was supposed to be pitching at her school’s baseball game.
	Their mom was at work way-way across town on a new building project.
	That left dear ole dad.  Dear old dad.  Hmmm
	Alex clutched his sister’s ass more, parting the cheeks and angling them both whereas the “lurker” might see better.  Mallory, though a thin build girl, blocked his optimum view with her hair and head.  She straddled him and totally brought the boy into a new world of “ahhhh”.
	By the time he got his senses back—the lurker had lurked on.
	Alex was spent.  Also famished.  He lay ‘neath his heaving sweaty sister rejoicing in the delight that was glorious sex.  And as per the norm his energy level was depleted—it had been their second fuck for the day.  And though Alex could indeed go another round, his curiosity about the lurker annoyed him.  If it had been his mom—hmmm.  Curious.
	Snaking his way out from under his sister he made for the hall bathroom; cum dripping from his dick, his balls swaying, his body swathed in a layer of sex sweat.  He encountered no one—but caught the smell of coffee.  It was a particular blend no one in the house cared for—a rich high aromatic blend from India.  It was strong.  So strong that anyone else who drank it immediately ran out to the roadway and licked the pavement.
	Steven Keeytoone was the only one who drank such a brew.
	Alex quickly showered then got back into his clothes.  Mallory remained on her bed fingering herself still wriggling in a state of horniness.  She would be that way for some time.  Alex made for the kitchen where he did encounter his dad.
	Steven looked up to his entering son,
	“Have a good time?” he asked with a smirk.
	Alex shrugged and didn’t know what to say.

Summer lovin’
	Usually and it’s the man who inadvertently blurts out a name not his wife’s.
	Usually.  But while Steven was put it to his wife, Elyse, it was Elyse who blurted out “ALEX!” but in a low sex-ache moan.  Steven was not horrified or even miffed.  He was amused!
	One dark and not-so-stormy night and once more Alex and Mallory were engulfed in the essence that was sex.  And once more Mallory was on top.  And once more midway thru Alex got the creepy feeling that they were being watched.  There were three possibilities this go round; both parents were home as well as Jennifer.
	After his tryst with sis, Alex amscrayed from the bedroom, slipping on some pajamas then checking in on his parents.  They were in their own bed, asleep.  That left Jennifer.

	Jennifer was—a normal kid; she liked to read.  A lot.  She liked the classics, American classics like Tom Sawyer, Amelia Earhart, Huck Finn, Where the Red Fern Grows, Anne of Green Gables, and so on.  She also liked to read about the ancient philosophers as well as the sea going adventurers Columbus and Magellan, the arctic explorers Shackleton and Perry and so on.
	She also pitched softball for her school’s softball team.
	Alex found her noshing on some fudge cake in the kitchen.
	Alex said nothing on entry—how much did she see?  How much did she know?  He got himself a glass of milk and a helping of the rich-gooey cake and sat down at the breakfast table.  After a moment—
	“You guys are gonna get caught.”
	There were two ways to answer; we haven’t so far or they already know.
	Alex knew his dad was cool (with what went on with between himself and Mallory.)  But what about their mother?  She was cool, too; but how far would she tolerate family ties?
	“They kinda know.” he was half truthful.
	This shocked the pre-teen, “Really?” she said astonished.
	Alex had learned a long time ago that he could easily snowjob his sisters—and practically anybody else.  Save for his parents.
	“Mom and dad know what you and Mallory are doing?” she needed absolute clarity.  Alex nodded with a smile.  Jennifer—she WAS a pretty girl, long blond hair with heavy bangs, very pretty face—especially when she smiled.  He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen her in her underwear let alone naked.  Suddenly and he wanted to see her in her underwear—and naked!
	Did that notion classify him as a pervert?  Fucking Mallory was one thing; she was older than he was!  But Jennifer?  She was twelve AND his sister.  Being younger made it worse; being his sister made it worser!
	“Sooo, what’d you think of it?” he was fishing, embarrassed, and curious.
	Jennifer gave him a blank look—mulled it over and realized his gist.
	With a shrug, “Oh, I didn’t see much, it was too dark.”
	Alex wondered how Mallory would care if she Jennifer knew?
	Flustered, Alex left the kitchen to his own room.  There were too many questions.  His dad knew and that was ok.  Would Mallory care if she knew their dad knew?  The hang up was their mother.  She had never been overly strict with them, never spanked them (out of anger).  Both Alex and Mallory had been scolded and grounded for various typical kid-like offenses.  But for the most part, Elyse was easy on her children.
	A couple of days later--

Monsters are not the only ones under a bed
	When she was little, Jennifer was deathly afraid of what lay beneath her bed.
	Under her bed lay in wait were a horde of cast off (lost) teddy bears, assorted dolls of the plastic kind and other, sock puppets, and a scattering of assorted clothing parts.  As a young child she was also afraid of the vacuum cleaner assuming that it would also—suck her up!
	So it was a good thing that as she got older she got over that childish fear ‘cause one day there she was—under a bed.  Not hers but her brother Alex’s.  And it wasn’t the first time!  This time, however, and Alex was not alone on his bed—sister Mallory was there with him.
	They were naked.
	They were having sex.
	Normally and though she might not be appalled—she would be conniving and bent heavily on using the nifty naughty info to her advantage.  “I know something that you don’t know that mom and dad would love to know.”
	Normally.
	As the brother and sister on the bed got seriously engage sexually, Jennifer slipped up from the foot of the bed peering over the edge.  She got more than an eyeful education—there was Alex’s cock slamming UP into Mallory’s cunt!  Alex’s hands were clamped tenaciously to Mallory’s ass.  Mallory pumped up and down, gyrated, bent her back up, flexed, clenched, and shuddered.  She also made a plethora of noises—audible and otherwise.
	Jennifer was floored.
	She knew the basics of “sex” but not so much the acts of sex.  And she knew instinctively that sexual relations between brother and sister were not acceptable.  But then again she was absolutely sure on that.
	Then Alex’s penis was out for visual inspection.  He was cumming.  Gobs of milky white “sperm” was jutting forth from his dick and Jennifer was captivated watching it.  Mallory reached back to grab holt of her brother’s member and play with it.  Often and did Jennifer secretly watch Alex “play” with his member.  She often wondered about the boys at her school—and then recently began wondering if her dear sweet daddy did the same!
	What imagery!  What a thing for a twelve year old girl to think about!
	And other than spying on her brother and sister, Jennifer also spied on her neighbors.  Let’s tag along and see what she saw.  There’s being inquisitive and being nosey—Jennifer had a knack for spying and eavesdropping.  She had natural stealth—and a whole heck of a lot of luck!
	Her first stop was at the Knickleplatedsons.

	Charlotte and Molly lived in the middle of the block with their single father; they were new.  Charlotte was fifteen while sister Molly was thirteen.  Charlotte seemed a little “odd” to Jennifer, not mentally or some such but reserved, took things people said literally “you ought to go out to the street and play” someone would say offhandedly—and lo (and behold) she would do it.
	“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!” and she would look behind her to make sure—the door didn’t hit her on the way out.
	“The people who give a fuck—are right over there.” and she would go look for them.
	“When in trouble, when in doubt; run in circles, scream and shout!” well, take a guess at what she would do with that idiom.
	She was a pretty girl, though; tall, big boobs, decent looks, lots and lots of dirty blond hair, favorite color was “strawberry-red.”
	Molly was the opposite; a trouble-maker.  If she weren’t in some sort of trouble—she would go looking for it.  Shorter than her sister, brown hair as opposed to her sister who had reddish brown hair.  Smaller boobs, great ass, nice face, kind of sassy, tomboyish, loved to write poems, and enjoyed jazz music.
	On the day Jennifer happened to spy on the sisters…
	Though the window was grimy it could be seen that the sisters were in trouble—they were getting spanked.  Both girls were in the “bent over” position, hands on their knees, grimacing as they were swatted from behind by their dad.  The girls’ dad was tall, long-long shoulder length hair, had a big bassy big ass motorcycle, wore “leathers”, was a serious rocker, smoked those funny cigarettes, and could stare down a Rottweiler making it whimper and run away.
	The girls’ behinds were being swatted with a bare hand of the gruff man—well, until the girls undone their jeans and lowered them.  Then the man used a ping-pong paddle.  What the girls did to warrant such abuse was unknown; however, it made Jennifer’s cunny tingle!
	After five swats to their panty clad asses, the girls pulled down their panties and received five more swats!  Bare handed!  The girls jolted and shed tears but didn’t cry out blurting only an occasional “OW!”
	After the spanking and whilst the girls rubbed/caressed their burning bums their dear daddy stripped off his clothes!  He did!  Jennifer’s cunny clenched up and she watched further in spy mode as the man blatantly stroked his cock in a masturbatory manner and the girls—the girls took holt of his elongated member taking turns sucking it!  They did!
	And no mind altering device was used!

	Both girls handled their father’s schlong, clutched his hairless testicle sac, and sucked-sucked-sucked.  The girls also giggled as they performed the oral pleasure.  Their father placed his hands on the back of their heads and “helped” them bob their pretty heads.
	Jennifer was not appalled.  She was, in fact, enthused!  And she wished that she could be in the room with them!  She fantasized about being spanked and curious about what a cock in the mouth might really be like.
	Then,
	Ty Knicklepaltedson admired his daughters; even more when they striped off their tops, bras, and shucked off their pants and panties.  They stood naked turning about before going to the bed that was one of those old fashioned “grandma” beds—up high and overstuffed.  The girls laid out across the bed, legs open.  Daddy Ty stroked his cock masterfully with eyes gleaming at his naked girls.  Then he went down on them.  One at a time.  Charlotte first then Molly.
	Charlotte bucked, twisted, arched her back, clenched the bedding, and seriously got into being eaten out.  Molly, beside her, fingered herself and undulated her entire body—waiting her turn.  Daddy Ty took his time, licking his fill before rising up, assessing his tongue work, then unable to hold off as any typical man could not, he flopped his hardened dick against his daughter’s cunt and humped it.  Followed by full insertion and full fucking.
	Jennifer’s cunt was wet and slyly she pushed her pants down and slipped her fingers into her sex to try and satiated the moment.  Didn’t help but…
	Ty put his favorite tool to work making slow strides.  Charlotte moaned as she was laid; her more than ample teenage breasts were also the objects of attention for her dear daddy who mawed them, pawed them, loved on them before getting busy with the program that was daughter fucking.  He began to pump faster and faster reaching the apex of their illicit union at the three minute mark.
	A flurry of pumpings there was and then…
	Ahhhhhhh  orgasm
	A copious amount of man jiz exploded into the teenager’s twat; Ty gave a mighty thrust expelling all that there was.  He strained, arched his back, tensed up and melted.  When he pulled out there was a jet of spunk left and it erupted from his pisser shooting up the girl’s body.  A head nod to the other daughter and she came positioning herself whereas she got suck her daddy’s cum slathered dong.
	Ty enjoyed saying something like “taste your sister’s pussy!” but it wasn’t a command rather than a statement of fact.  Molly sucked and sucked and sucked getting her daddy’s dong hard again.  The girl then positioned herself onto her still withering in orgasm nestling her sopping wet pussy onto Charlotte’s face.  Then, Molly herself began licking out her sister’s cummy cunt.
	Ty nodded approvingly then flopped his cock against his daughter’s face.  She sucked it some more, then glided it back into her sister’s twat.  Ty inserted himself, pumped a couple more times—then whether or not something was said or she just did it on her own was not clear to Jennifer but the next thing that happened was Molly pulled her sister’s legs up under her own locking them behind her.  This reangled Charlotte’s ass whereas the daddy now had better access to the girl’s turd chute.
	A little probing and he was in.  Molly guided him in grinning all the way.
	Charlotte noshed on Molly’s cunt and what Jennifer’s thoughts were were all to her own.  She frigged herself at the side of the 1980s house; she was concealed by overgrowth; shrubs, small trees, a fence, and unkempt grass.  It was just before noon o’clock and Jennifer had worked her panties down seriously gettin’ after it!
	Ty went into Charlotte’s cornhole only a couple of minutes.  He pulled out and backed away disappearing out of sight.  (possibly to go clean off his “dirty” dick.”  Molly sat up, she seemed—relieved?  Her face changed expression giving Jennifer the impression that she was not one hundred percent onboard with the incestuous ways of her father.  She seemed concerned?  Not worried or distraught but not overly as energetic as she had just been.
	Daddy Ty returned and Molly laid herself out beside her sister (again.)
	Daddy Ty “went down” on her.  Molly was not as animatic as her sister had been; she twisted and bucked her cunt into her daddy’s unshaven face and Jennifer the spy could just barely see the girl was not overly thrilled with the act.  She had pretty brown eyes, her hair was pasted to her face and she would fit into any 1980s sitcom family.  There was concern on her face—she was enduring the assault tonguing; she griped the bedding and began thrashing about wildly as her daddy’s talented tongue lashing began to bring her to orgasm.
	Ty finally pulled back and sat on his knees admiring the girl’s glistening cunt.  Molly lay with her head lolling keeping herself from locking eye-to-eye contact with her father.  Then the man was standing, masturbating, scratching his balls and ass.  Then he moved up and slid his daddy dong up and down the girl’s cunny.  Molly put on a smile and mouthed the words “put it in me!”
	Ty did so—but not immediately.  He firstly languished thereon, gliding his hardened clean prick up and down the slit, piercing the girl’s entrance just so, then pulling out to glide-glide-glide.
	Molly seemed miffed.  She wanted to act to be over with so she could go on with her life.  This got her a fresh spanking.  The mood in the room changed a bit; Ty semi roughly turned his daughter onto her side and bare hand to bare ass spanked her.  Molly squirmed and tried to fend off the attack.
	Charlotte said “Please, Daddy, stop!”
	Ty did so.
	Molly lay on her back sobbing with her hands beneath her consoling her searing ass.  Ty positioned himself on her sliding his cock fully into her getting busy with the act of incestuous rape.  Jennifer had mixed feelings; she knew what was going on was wrong.  She knew it was indeed rape, it was incest, it was wrong-wrong-wrong.  But then again—Jennifer was strangely intensed!  She found herself wanting to see Molly and Charlotte spanked some more!
	Ty put some umph to the fucking of Molly.  He pulled out to slap/spank her pussy with his cum squirter then reinserted to finish off the deed in mighty orgasmic fashion.  A few powerful finishing thrusts and the fuck was done.
	Almost.
	A little breather.  Meanwhile, Charlotte moved to position herself on her sister and Molly had done unto her.  It wasn’t clear to the half naked masturbating spy at the window but Molly was not enthused at all at this point.  She didn’t even lick out her sister’s cunny!  Charlotte did, though.  She licked and lapped up all the spilled juices on Molly’s snatch; she also suckled on her daddy’s wavering prong.
	Then, as previously Molly had pulled Charlotte’s legs behind her armpits, Charlotte did likewise—giggling all the while.  Charlotte was not a fat girl, not even.  She was a bit bigger, though, than her sibling, bigger thighs for one.  Molly wriggled underneath her and Charlotte raised herself up so as not to crush her.
	Ty inserted his cock into Molly’s shitter and began in earnest to sodomize her.  Jennifer had “wet” fingers and wondered what being fucked up the butt would be like.
	The butt fucking commenced and Molly thrashed about enduring.
	Jennifer thought of what she had at home that she could shove up her butt simulating a guy’s cock.  A candle, a banana, screwdriver handle, pet rock…
	Here’s a few things you can “stick up your butt”:
 	GI Joe action figures (let the military have their heads up somebody else’s ass, for a change.)
	Any of those tall, thin candles.  (I hear the short, fat ones can be rather painful, and oftentimes get stuck, causing severe constipation and bull-legs.)
	Pez Dispensers (do not dispense Pez, if you plan on eating).
	Pez.   
	Beer bottles (just the neck part; but if you’re adventurous—go for the whole bottle!
	Whiskey bottles (if your ass has developed a high-tolerance toward beer).
	Pixie Sticks (or a pixie you sick bastard)
	Pens.
	Pencils (unsharpened is preferable).
	A banana (I wouldn’t go all the way in but if that’s a-peel-ing to you go ahead.
	Banana in a condom (for those who arent sure where that banana’s been.
	Vacuum cleaner handle.
	Vacuum cleaner hose (do NOT turn cleaner on—you only do that once and you’ll learn).
	The handles of a Nintendo 64 control-pad.
	A magic wand (rectal residue may diminish magic wand’s accuracy).
	Anything by Microsoft (because they deserve to be up there).
	The top of a pear (only the most experienced butt-stickers "go all the way").
	Toothbrush
	Computer microphone ("talking shit" takes on a whole new meaning).
	Class ring (they're worthless the day after you graduate, anyway).
	Batteries (AA, if you're a virgin, D, is you're up for some serious "ass"ction.)
	TV antenna (the kind on the top of old TVs, NOT the big one on top of your house).
	Scissor handle (I said HANDLE)  
	Comb handle (this is also convenient, if you have a hairy ass).
	Brush handle (this is also convenient, if you have a REALLY hairy ass).
	Penlight (this is ideal for those times when you're playing doctor with some friends).
	Canadian coins (nothing else will accept them).
	Color Crayons.
	Plastic Spock ears (it will look far less nerdy than wearing them on head).
	Mr. Potato Head's body parts (any part will do).
	Christmas tree ornaments (for those times when you're feeling particularly festive).
	Broomstick (convenient if your intestines are itching).
	Chess pieces (for the intellect in you).
	Toothpaste bottle (menthol causes a fun tingle).
	Miniature Globe (for all the times when it feels like you've got the world up your ass).
	Plastic Lightsaber.
	Hair curler (use only when cool).  (lawyers made me say that—apparently there are some folk who tempt fate way too often)
 	Mop handle (superior to a broom, on those days where you have a bad case of diarrhea.)
 	Clothes Pin.
 	Rolling pin
	Shampoo bottle (stick, insert, and repeat.)
 	Screwdriver handle.

 	Microscope (looking through it will remind you why you need to wash your hands when you're done playing!).
	Skittles (farting out a rainbow of fruit flavors is a party favorite.).
 	Cordless phone antenna (for those one-sided conversations).
 	Doggy bone (the chew toy…pervert).

Masturbation tips for the inept
	First, take your dick out of your sister’s mouth…
	Jennifer’s pussy was wet-wet-wet.  Her ass tingled, too—and she hadn’t been spanked!  There was a strange desire there, though.  She wanted spanked, fucked, spanked, fucked—her curiosity exceeded all else.  And it wasn’t until much later did she even think of her brother and sister!
	Meantime,
	Jack Schmat and his mother, Ellana.
	Just some doors down at the corner house lived the Schmats.  On Jennifer’s spying visit she saw in a small living room Jack Schmat receiving punishment.  His mother, Ellana was giving.  Jack was fifteen and went to Jennifer’s brother’s high school.  He was not too tall, average bloke, dark wavy hair, hazel blue eyes, not striking in body build, and was on the track team at the high school.
	His mother, Ellana, Jennifer didn’t know much about; she showed up at her father’s television station function supportively, seemed friendly, and participated in block parties.  Long, long, long, auburn hair in a 1970s/80s style; make-up and clothing style to match.
	Jack stood at his mother’s side as she sat on an old fashioned 70s sofa apparently chastising him for some offense—Jennifer being outside couldn’t hear.  The boy wore knee length red shorts—and nothing else!  The shorts were tugged down by his mother and he was clad in a jock strap.
	Jennifer’s cunny began to tingle.
	The boy lay across his mother’s lap.
	Ellanna began smoothing her hand over the boy’s ass and once more—Jennifer got all tingly all over all over again.  She just couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be spanked—but she secretly wanted to.  Not by anger, not for some disciplinary reasoning; just a spanking for some sort of weird esoteric reasoning.
	SWAT!  Although she couldn’t really “hear” the swat Jennifer’s mind made the connection of “action” with seeing.  Another swat, another, then another.  Jack jolted each time.  So did Jennifer.  And once more was Jennifer’s hand friggin’ her already sopping wet pussy.
	Then,

	Jack stood up and for Jennifer’s benefit he turned around whereas she could see his reddened ass.  Jennifer’s breath stopped; she could feel and hear her heart beating out of her chest.  Especially when the jock strap he was wearing was tugged down—by his mother!
	The boy was butt (bare assed) naked!
	And once more he was laid down across her lap.  Once more Ellanna smoothed her hand over her son’s ass enthusing Jennifer more and more and more.  Three swats later and the boy was standing.  He moved back to the other side of her knees—giving the spying blond hair girl at the window the opportunity to see the mother masturbating her son!
	OH!
	That was followed by cupping his hairy balls.
	That was followed by sucking his magnificent cock!
	She did!
	Jennifer was floored.  Her young body tensed up and she couldn’t keep from watching as the woman engulfed the whole of her son’s pinkish cock sucking the very life out of it.  Jack reared his head back and thrust his prick into his mother’s mouth.  The woman bobbed her head rapidly receiving a mighty load of cum for her efforts.
	It was proverbially awe inspiring.
	Jennifer experienced a bit of orgasm herself.
	If anything else was going to happen—it got interrupted by some friends of Jack’s arriving at the house knocking on the door.  Jennifer amscrayed—made herself scarce.  There were other places to go spy-visit.

More thnings you can shove up your butt; a garden hose, garden gnome, your finger, your friend’s finger…

Naughty grandpas
	Jennifer had a grandpa—two of them!  But neither were as naughty as the ones in the following.  Jennifer knew the girl in the next story; Alice.  She was ten but almost eleven.  Thick head of hair that was coarse black; a little lumpy, mostly wore bib overalls, kept to herself but liked and was on the soccer team at her school.
	On Jennifer’s visit—
	Alice stood at the open door to her grandpa’s den.  She had come to live with him recently.  Why was not known.  A semi plain girl with green eyes she had a nervous habit of placing her hand to her right cheek and chewing from the inside.  She also childishly tugged at the crotch of her clothing.

	The grandpa, Noah Hoethatcorn, was an old seaman.  He had a replica fishing boat in his backyard!  He, too, wore bib overalls, well worn.  Not too slender but not too out of shape, either.  A friendly fellow, always made oyster soup for the block parties—not to Jennifer’s liking.  Ick!
	It was late in the afternoon and Jennifer’s cunny was in dire need of dicking.
	She watched secretly as Alice crossed the den floor to where her grandpa sat in his great wooden armless wingback chair.  His desk was filled with nautical items; sea shells, miniature anchors and sailing ships, and books and books all on sea faring adventures.  There were shelves and bookcases with the same on the walls; on the upper corners of those walls were fishing nets with more nautical items entwined within the netting.
	Alice stood at her Grandpa’s side; he casually placed an old weathered hand on her butt and began to make small circles.  Alice stood continuing to chew on her cheek.  Then the old sea salt got more serious with the making circles on his granddaughter’s ass; he also began to squeeze a cheek as well as come around to her crotch and give it a squeeze.
	The girl twisted a bit but nothing more.
	Then she unclasped the brass buttons to the bib overall and the one piece garment fell to her ankles.  She was clad in a simple white tee-shirt with a happy teddy bear emblazoned on the front.  Basic white panties she wore—but not for long.  Grandpa Noah tugged the undergarment down and there she was—mostly naked.
	Off came the shirt and there she was—naked!
	Alice then laid down across her Grandpa’s lap and for a moment she was continually caressed.  The angle was perfect for the spying Jennifer who definitely was in need of dicking—or spanking.  She hotly wanted to be spanked!  By her dad?  Hmmm  She couldn’t really fathom being bare assed swatted by her dad.  He was seldom even cross with her.  Maybe she could piss him off whereas a simple scolding wouldn’t do.  But what could she do that would get him that angry?
	Meanwhile,
	SWAT!  A quick smack to the girl’s bare ass did Noah deliver.
	Then another.  He smoothed his hand over her ass and more than ever did Jennifer wish SHE was laying across the man’s lap receiving discipline.  Hmmm
	SWAT!  And then another and another.  The girl’s ass began to redden and Jennifer’s cunny began to drench.  Alice was stood up and she caressed her burning bottom.  Noah looked her up and down and they were conversing—well, Noah was.  Whether or not young Alice was or not wasn’t clear.
	Up onto the desk did Alice go, Noah working off her clothing at her ankles.
	Once seated on the desk her legs were spread and Noah gawked at her nakedness.  Then he went down on her.  OH!  Naughty!
	With her legs up in the air, Grandpa Noah “got after it.”  He licked and licked and Jennifer wondered what getting eaten out would be like to.  With her dad?  That was a toughie.  She then began to think more along the lines of her brother Alex.  Alex!  What a concept!
	Noah finished his tongue lashing of his granddaughter’s twat and stood up.
	Jennifer nearly fainted as the old retired sea captain unhitched his overalls and let them drop.  No undies.  Commando!  He had a serious rail on and against Alice’s smooth snatch he placed it; firstly spanking the hairless quim, then gouging the slit making small attempts at vaginal entry.
	Alice twisted some, stared up to the wooden paneled ceiling and continued chewing on her cheek.  Noah continued making dutiful entry slipping into her more and more until he began to pump.
	Jennifer’s pussy was the wettest ever!  She had to get some dick—soon!

	Leaving Cpt. Hoethatcorn and Alice and Jennifer made way to the park.
	Her pussy was sopping wet; she tingled all over!  Cpt. Hoethatcorn had pumped and pumped and pumped and then pumped some more until achieving that ultimate goal.  Then he pulled out and squirted his grandfatherly love cream all over the girl’s cunt.  Alice heaved and diddled herself; her grandpa heaved and continued to leak cum.
	Then he turned the girl over, got on his knees, parted his granddaughter’s cheeks, and buried his weathered face into the crack!  Jennifer had no idea what he was doing but assumed he was licking butt hole.  Ew!  Alice griped the edge of the ornate desk and endured.  She didn’t look overly pleased.  She tweaked her nose, sighed, and gave no facial expression other than ho-hum.
	Noah buried his cock into her asshole—Jennifer assumed it was her asshole.
	He pumped steadily for several minutes before achieving that ultimate goal again.  Pulling out and he squirted his cum all over ass.  The ordeal over and Alice slid off the desk, collected her clothing and left the den.  Cpt. Noah flopped into his chair masturbating.  Jennifer wasn’t too interested in watching a 60-something year old man jerking off so she left for other ventures.
	She found one.
	Technically he wasn’t a “grandpa” but he was as old as one.  Park maintenance man Boyd Grady usually tended to the plants and kept the park walkways “neat”.  Usually and Boyd Grady worked alone—usually.  Sometimes and he was accompanied by his ten year old granddaughter, Courtney.
	Like Alice in the previous story, Courtney like bib overalls; hers, though, were newer, fashionable with lace, some flowers sewn onto them; some where knee length britches while others were the full legged kind.
	This day and the girl wore the short legged kind.
	A work shed was where the action takes place.  Let’s go there.
	After hauling some plants to an area by the small bridge that went over a small pond Boyd and Courtney made their way back to the shed toting the now empty red wagon.  A little sprucing up outside, shuffling some bags of fertilizer and other plants the two went inside the shed.  The door closed.  There were two windows to the shed; both were grimed but the dutiful determined “spy” could just make out what was making out within anyways.
	Inside and Courtney was standing still.  Boyd washed his hands then turned to the girl.  Courtney had thick rich light brown hair, blue eyes, very shy, and was new to the area.  She wore a blue/white checkered shirt with rolled up sleeves.  Boyd caressed her arms then coyly slipped the overall straps off her shoulders and the garment simply fell to her ankles.
	Boyd took his time ogling the girl in her pinkish panties.  He got down on his knees and tugged the undies down!  The girl did not react in anyway.  Jennifer found that a bit odd.  Hmmm
	Off came the checkered shirt and there she was—nude.
	Boyd then hefted her up onto a wooden work bench, slipped off the overalls and panties and stepped back to once more—ogle.  But only momentarily.  He parted her legs and stared longingly at the girl’s naughty bit, then tilted her back, spread her legs more and like Noah—went down on her.
	Again, no reaction from the granddaughter.
	Boyd didn’t spend too much down under, he stood up and dropped his pants and tidy whiteys.  The man was kinda tall, kinda bald, and had a major erection.  Jennifer was kinda curious about it—and even more so if he was going to actually penetrate the girl and fuck her.
	No.  The man merely wrangled his wicker up and down the girl’s slit and then humped it—not in it.  He humped a good hump and did so for several minutes before unleashing a torrent of spunk.  There was instant relief.  The man rubbed his cock into his own sauce, gouged the girl’s virgin slit, then raised her legs way up so as reorient her ass—specifically her assHOLE.  Then he poked and poked it and Jennifer wasn’t sure if he was in or not.  Voices distracted her—as well as Boyd who quickly with annoyance pulled up his clothes, wiped off his granddaughter, dressed her then stood her where she had just been.
	Jennifer didn’t see what else happened as the voices got too close and she didn’t want to be discovered.  Thru the shrubs and down a nature trail she scampered on to her next spy.  At the end of the trail where it split going deeper into the woods or into the park itself Jennifer thought of making tracks into the woods to be by herself and have a private moment.
	She only then began to think about what would Alex do if she wanted to get frisky with him?  She didn’t think he would turn her down.  He was a boy!
	Down the trail did Jennifer walk—thinking.  Contemplations regarding could she somehow connive her way into a sexual relationship with her brother plagued her.  She knew it was probably wrong.  Probably.
	With her panties soiled by her spying efforts she removed them.  For a moment she stood bottomless.  It felt good!  She was pretty sure she was alone—bt then again there could be spies like her!  Regardless, she caressed her ass and frigged her cunny as she stood upright peeing.  Her thoughts fell on day’s events making her cunny tingle all the more.  Maybe it was time to head home?
	Tucking her soiled cum stained panties into her pants pocket (after pulling her pants back on) she strolled thru the woods still following the nature trail coming up on—
	A pick-up truck parked.
	It was blue, big four-wheel drive, late model type, redneck type.
	But a redneck was not at the wheel.
	Parked a few feet from a babbling brook the truck had to take some 4-wheel effort to get to where it was.  There was a reason.  Inside the truck was a tall man, a light skinned African-American—and his ten year old dark skinned daughter.  The man was in his fifties, serious receding hairline, sporting a gold earring in left ear, gray mustache, and was in fact an outdoor construction worker who poured cement for oilfield pumping units—so it said on the placard on the side of his door.
	On further investigation—fancy term for “spying”—Jennifer saw that the man had his penis out.  It was long and it was hard.  And his daughter had her young hands inappropriately wrapped about it!  Slowly she worked the monstrous organ pleasing her daddy to no end.  He reared his head back and undulated in some sort of catatonic manner as she brought him to near orgasm.
	Then she leaned down and kissed the tip!  She did!
	Daddy Jhon Beecee then began caressing his daughter’s backside; she wore a simple green shirt with ruffled sleeve openings.  The shirt was soon slipped off and the girl “went down” on her daddy’s dick.  As she bobbed her head up and down, John did go catatonic surmising that it was the best blowjob he had ever gotten!  Shanique wore not so tight lavender pants—but not for long.  The pants were slipped off, along with her green tinted panties, and there she was—naked!
	John hugged his daughter, she played with his dick.  They kissed, kissed, kissed some more and then the daddy laid out on the seat positioning his cocksucking daughter on him—in the typical 69er position.  John’s hands clamped tightly to the girl’s lovely dark chocolate ass.  He began to lick her cunny; the girl sucked his dick; Jennifer frigged her self and wondered if she could get her daddy to do the same?

	One more naughty grandpa did Jennifer cum upon as she made her way thru the woods towards home.  Not too far from Jhon and Shanique; where after the girl had given her daddy a healthy suck job she turned about and nestled her crevice onto her daddy’s schlong and grinded her sex against it.  Jhon clutched his daughter’s ass, squeezing hard as he moaned, groaned, and went into another catatonic state of being.
	Jennifer couldn’t see lest she be seen if full vaginal penetration occurred but she imagined that it did.  She wasn’t disgusted that it was a father/daughter thing, not even that the girl was so young.  Jennifer felt strange feelings enveloping her and she hustled along the woody trail making for home.
	But then—
	A naked man in his late 60s engaged immorally with a girl in her early teens.
	The girl was naked, on all fours, and it got Jennifer off again some more.
	A motorcycle was nearby equipped with a tear-drop trailer.  A big motorcycle it was, the make was unknown to Jennifer.  Something of a remote campsite was the place; there were fishing poles but the man bumping against the thirteen year old girl’s bum was doing a different kind of fishing.
	Clutching at her hips the naked retired former teacher steadily sodomized his granddaughter—and another granddaughter lay off to one side on some sleeping bags.  She was also naked—and younger!  Jennifer was floored.  She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.  The younger granddaughter was about nine or so, lily white, and rolling her lithe little body from one side to the other flailing her legs open giggling and fingering herself.
	Jennifer’s thoughts “if I don’t get some dick soon I’m going to bust!”

“Old lady Hubbard, she went to the cupboard, to give her poor doggie a bone, when she bent over, ole Rover took over, for he had a bone of his own!”

There’s a new drink out; Muslim Cactus Goat Juice.  Take one Muslim, add cactus, place the goat—well, you know where, and squeeze the cactus.

So, I was walking through the mall and saw that there was a "Muslim Book Store."
I was wondering what exactly was in a Muslim bookstore so I went in.
As I was wandering around taking a look, the clerk stopped me and asked if he could help me. 
I imagine I didn't look like his normal clientele, so I asked, “Do you have a copy of the U.S. Immigration Policy Book regarding Muslims?”
The clerk said,
"F--- off, get out and stay out!"
I said, "Yes, that's the one. Do you have it in paperback?
Another Brady version someone is bound to like and jerk off to

	It was late in the evening and Jan awoke with the need for a glass of water, milk, or soda.  She hoped there were some pizza left from dinner.  As she put her robe on she noted that sister Marsha wasn’t in her bed.  Jan shared a large bedroom with her sisters, Marsha and Cindy.  Cindy was sound to sleep.
	It was possible, of course, that Marsha could be in the bathroom.
	Nope, the door was open and the light off.
	Creeping down the stairs she heard the unmistakable sound of someone getting a spanking.  Curious she went into stealth mode and sneaked down the stairs to close in on the spanking sound.  It came from the den where her new daddy, Mike, had his office.  Peering inside and there was Marsha, naked!
	She was across new daddy’s lap being spanked!
	Marsha’s ass was already bright red; she flailed about somewhat, was crying, and in a state of being very upset.  Jan had no idea what offense Marsha could have done to get such a torment.  After the spanking and Marsha was stood up.  She was all in tears and rubbed her burning tush blubbering.  New Daddy Mike talked to her in a semi scolding way but Jan couldn’t ascertain what was being said.
	Fearing that she would be seen Jan slipped away making for the kitchen as intended.  Meanwhile, in the den, new Daddy Mike stood up fishing out his cock.
	Marsha, still upset and still caressing her ass didn’t immediately obey therefore receiving another round of spanks while she stood up being pressed to her new daddy’s body.
	Slowly the girl went to her knees; she still blubbered but took the manly member into her mouth and began bobbing her pretty little head.  She was twelve years young and had been a “Brady” just under a year.  Mike lovingly caressed his new daughter’s pretty blond head jamming every inch into her mouth.
	Soon and there was a great explosion of love cream filling the pre-teen’s mouth to the point where she gagged and choked.  Mike pulled out and slapped her face with his cum squirter pressing his saucey schlong against her nose and humping thereon until sated.
	Marsha wasn’t allowed to wipe the spunk off her face; instead, she was moved to the 1960s style green vinyl armless sofa where she had to lay out with shoulders to the back of the sofa and legs spread wide.  New Daddy Mike then went down on her licking his fill for several minutes.
	The young girl wept more and her words were unintelligible.
	Mike licked and licked, lapped and lapped with shoving a finger into her pussy and then—her asshole!  The young girl was startled and the intrusion—even more so when new Daddy applied his cock.
	The man stripped down and pleased himself (masturbating) before schlepping his schlong against new daughter’s cunt.
	“No, daddy, please!” begged Marsha.
	Mike paid her no mind and humped himself against her cunny before pushing his way into her asshole.  Marsha’s eyes bulged and she was unable to speak.  Mike pushed inward most of the way, then pulled out.  He moved up her young very white body forcing her to suck him.
	His dong was not too soiled but it was funky.
	Marsha rebuked him causing the man to whip the girl some more.
	Angrily the new daddy yanked the girl’s legs up and walloped her bare ass until his hand stung too much to continue.  Then the girl was wrestled to the floor and placed on all fours.  Mike then assaulted her bung hole with his cock shoving it ALL the way in.  A good five minutes of butt fucking and then he emptied himself seven inches in.
	After pulling out he roughly turned the hapless girl about slapping her face with his dirtied cock forcing his way into her mouth.  Marsha bawled, retched, gagged, but sucked the cock until she very nearly vomited.
	Sweating, heaving, and cumming, Mike was pleased and let the girl curl up on the floor to whimper.

	Sometime later, like the following day while the children were at school—
	New wife Carol found herself naked across new husband’s lap also being harshly spanked.  After her darling little curt ass was brought to a tomato red shade of color she was stood and scolded.
	“You WILL instruct your girl how to behave and follow the rules of this house!”
	“Yes, Mike, I will.  I will!” she blubbered as she tried to console her searing ass.
	“On your knees.” Mike commanded.
	Obediently and the new wife dejectedly went to her knees.  Mike undone his slacks and hauled out his magnificent cock for her to suck.  The woman slurped on the schlong—slurped on the schlong—slurped on the schlong until bringing her new hubby to orgasm.
	Mike made an audible announcement of being pleased,
	“Good girl!” he cooed—then plastered her face with the remains of his love having her suckle his hairless testicles, too.  Then, onto the green vinyl sofa where he spent a few minutes licking out her shaven cunt before entering her and giving her the fuck of her life.  She experienced multiple orgasms to his one.

	That very night and Mike was taking Carol out for the evening.  A bit of caution speech was given to the two older kids, Greg and Marsha; no stove, keep doors and windows locked and closed, if the phone rings tell whoever that Mom/Dad will call them back and the whole spiel like that there.  The kids had heard it before (and were tired of it.)
	As soon as the front door was closed Marsha slumped against the door.
	“Whew!” she said, “Finally!”
	Greg agreed, “Parents!” he said shaking his head sadly.
	Marsha was at that awkward age where she had potential to be pretty—eventually.  She was lumpy, had little to form, wore her hair in long twin ponytails, was a little naïve, but had potential.
	Greg was a little gawky, a little immature at times, and wasn’t too onboard about the new marriage thing.  However, there were perks that he did enjoy.  Such as—
	Greg stood before his slumped sister unzipping and whipping out his thirteen year old cock.
	Marsha bulged her eyes, mouth open agape, and a shocked expression etched on her face.
	“Suck me.” he commanded.
	Marsha was stunned; she shook her head and batted her pretty blue eyes.
	“I’ll tell Dad.” he said gruffly.
	Marsha thought that unpleasant revelation over—suck dick or get spanked?
	Hmmm
	“Goddamnit.” she muttered.  Leaning forward and positioning herself on her knees she took her brother’s cock and began sucking as per commanded.  Greg reeled in the enjoyment; he pulled out and fucked her face before going back into her mouth.
	Then,
	“Stand up, take off your clothes.”
	“Greg,” Marsha said begging, “please.”
	Greg was taking his clothes off and she knew what was in store for her.
	“You really would rather be spanked by dad?”
	“No.” she said lowly and slowly pulled off her off-yellow sleeveless shirt, bra, then slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y shucked her dark brown pants.  She stood up contemplating—eyeing her now naked brother who stood masturbating lusting at her.
	“I’m waiting.” Greg said impatiently.
	“Goddamnit.” Marsha bitched and slid down her yellow tinted panties.
	“Go over to the sofa.” Greg commanded.
	Marsha slowly moved nakedly to the sofa laying herself over the overstuffed arm.  Greg caressed her bare ass, lightly spanked it, then parted the cheeks eyeing her asshole and pussy.  Up against her body he pressed himself pressing his cock to her pussy firstly.
	“Oooooh, Greg—please!” begged Marsha.  She didn’t want fucked, she was begging for him to reconsider and not fuck her.
	Greg entered her pussy and began to pump.  He wasn’t an expert at the deed and was in fact a little sloppy—not that Marsha was schooled enough to know.  She cried into the sofa cushion as Greg inexpertly filled her pussy with his non-bio love tool—and then his love cream.
	The boy strained as juts of his brotherly love exploded into her not so virgin cunny.  And before the feeling subsided he began poking at her also not so virgin asshole.  Again and Marsha was begging.  And again her pleas fell on deaf ears.  Greg entered her asshole—but his cock bent and was no longer strong enough.
	No matter, he enjoyed spanking her ass with his cock and hands before leaving her to go to the family room.  Here and his two brothers Peter and Bobby were watching television and playing around.  Non-bio sister Jan was laying out on a deep green cloth sofa chatting with a friend.  When naked Greg walked in her non-stop chatting stopped.
	“Get off the phone!” he bellowed, “Dad might call.”
	Jan hung up the phone.  Her very pretty eyes were locked onto her brother’s nakedness.  It wasn’t the first time but this time seemed different.  Naked Marsha came in behind him, head bowed, dejected.
	“Take off your clothes.” Greg ordered his biological brothers.
	Pete, eleven years young, and Bobby, seven years young, happily obliged.
	Jan was in a short-short blue denim dress.
	Greg went to her, raised her legs and eyed her panties—flowery blue.
	There was panic in Jan’s eyes.  Greg smoothed his hand over the girl’s ass, patting it and lightly spanking before hooking the girl’s underwear pulling them up her legs.  Jan tried to prevent him from doing so but the boy shot her a hard look,
	“I’ll dad and you know what will happen.”
	Jan began to cry.
	“Suck them!” Greg said to Marsha.
	“Goddamnit!” Marsha said and went to the two overly eager boys and began sucking Pete first.  Jan fussed warranting Greg to spank her.
	“Dad’s gonna beat your ass!” Greg bitched.
	“Nooooo!” cried the ten year old.  Greg found new pleasure in spanking and smacked Jan’s ass until both she and he couldn’t take it anymore.  The panties were cast off and then the dress.  Greg had the weeping child play with his cock and balls before having her get on her hands and knees…
	After only a couple of minutes fucking Jan’s cunt, Greg pulled out to spank her ass a little, admire her cornhole, then snickered to himself and left the family room.  Marsha, still with her mouth full of Pete’s dick made a frowny face and watched the boy leave—knowing pretty well where he was going.
	And she was right; right to the girls’ bedroom where the youngest girl was in bed not feeling so good.  She was pretty doped up with medicine and so was not aware of her naughty naked naughty brother standing watching her.  Then he pulled the bed covers off her young-young body and paused a moment before pushing up her yellow short-short nightgown then pulling down (and off) her matching yellow panties.
	The pretty six year old remained unawares—even after Greg crawled on top of her and began humping her delicate pussy with his thrust hard cock.
	“GREG!  NO!” almost screamed Marsha.
	Annoyed, Greg stopped his humping and fumed,
	“Mind your own business!” bitch.  Then angrily he demanded that she go to the bathroom and get in the shower.  Brothers Pete and Bobby followed along with a terrified Jan.  In the shower and Marsha had to endure being peed on by all three boys.  Afterwards and Jan had to endure sucking all three of her brothers tasting a bit of their urine making her ill.  Then,
	On their hands and knees and the girls were assaulted on the bathroom floor.
	Greg took first dibs going into Marsha’s pussy and fucking her well until he came off therein.  Then, a little spanking until her ass was red.  His cum squirter then spanked her ass followed by a good anal probing with full insertion moments later.
	Meanwhile, Marsha sucked on Peter’s peter crying and sniveling all the while.  When Greg had finished off butt fucking the girl he sat back admiring his cock work—then motioned for Pete to take his turn.
	Greg’s cock was “dirty” from plugging Marsha’s asshole; he eyed Jan who was already petrified and knew from his gaze what he wanted.
	“Please, Greg,” she begged and whined, “nooooo!” she didn’t want to suck a “dirtied” dick.
	Greg nodded, “Alright, then; but you’ll do everything else I want.”
	Jan nodded approvingly.  Greg got into the shower and washed his dick.
	At eleven and Peter was just at the verge of having orgasms—productive ones.  He creamed Marsha’s pussy and struggled to get his second nut off in her asshole.  It was quite a work out (but it felt sooooo good!)  Marsha suckled on the young Brady boy, Bobby.  The seven year old didn’t have a marvelous cock but it was a cock nonetheless.  The boy took his turn giggling as he fucked his sister’s pussy (and then her asshole as per instructed by his brothers.)

	Then, although it was awkward and way weird, Jan got dicked at the same time by Greg and Peter.  Greg entered her pussy while Pete slammed her asshole.  Both boys managed to cum and by then they were pretty well spent.  It was quite a scene; all the Brady kids, minus the one in the bed, naked sprawled out on the bathroom floor, leaking cum.
	When the parental units finally came home—
	“Everything go alright?” Daddy Mike asked of his naked son Greg.
	“Just fine, Dad, just fine!” the boy smiled.
	Carol, though didn’t look disgusted was only slightly alarmed at her naked son and knew that naughty business had taken place during her absence.  She went to go check on her youngest child—Greg and Mike followed.
	After seeing the Cindy was alright; sleeping, but naked, Greg explained to his dad that “Marsha whined” when he tried to do something with Cindy.  Mike frowned and looked to the sleeping girl in her bed (Marsha.)  Greg shrugged further explaining that in lieu of messing with Cindy he and the boys had their fun regardless.  Mike nodded “Ok.” and let the incident be but he did glare at Carol.
	The parents went to their bedroom and Greg went to his.  Moments later and he heard telltale sounds of what sounded like spanking.  Enthused he crept to his parents’ bedroom, the door was open ajar so he peeked in—and saw his new mother naked sprawled across his dad’s lap being spanked.  Greg smiled and chuckled.
	Mike looked up seeing his chuckling son at the door.
	“Come on in, son.”
	So Greg did.
	Carol was crying somewhat and alarmed a lot.
	Mike smoothed his hand over his wife’s butt; a nice butt, a little tan from laying out nude in the noonday son (as per command).  A light spank and then a thought—
	He nodded to his son making a notion to him.
	Greg got the unsaid notion and stepped up to his new mother’s face waggling his throbbing hard cock before her.  At first she shook her head not really wanting to fulfil the unspoken command.  But Greg stepped up closer, pulled the skin of his flute hard to the base and a swift smack from Mike’s hand prompted her to enjoy the music (the musical flute!)
	She sucked wholly, no rolling of the tongue about the super sensitive crown, no diddling of the tongue to the piss slit.  None of that—just engulfing the member and taking it all.  Being merely thirteen she was able to swallow the whole thang and suck-suck-suck.

	A tremendous amount of jiz blasted off into her mouth making her retch and gag.  Mike smacked her ass, smacked her ass, smacked her ass until she was thrashing about flailing both arms and legs in anguish.  Greg chuckled some more; he had boyish charm that was enjoyable.  Mike’s eyes were gleaming and he made another motion of notion to his son.
	Greg smiled and left his mother’s face for her ass.
	He could feel the heat burning from her ass.  He liked Marsha’s ass, Jan had a nice ass, too.  And Greg thought that though Jan was younger, she was prettier than Marsha.  Anyways, he stole a moment to admire his new mother’s ass; then, on an unspoken notion from his dad stepped up pushing his cock into her pussy.
	Mike parted the woman’s cheeks; she fussed and new that her new son was entering her.  After the boy was in her and had begun pumping she bowed her head—broken.  Greg pumped slowly at first; his cock was already spent from the evening’s proceedings but he still happily fucked his new mother managing to get off in just under four minutes!
	Then Mike stood and stripped off his own clothing.  Carol got onto the bed with her legs spread and Greg eyed her nakedness smiling big.  Mike’s cock was roaring hard and he mounted the hapless woman with Greg right behind him watching the fuck in progress.  When the deed was done, in under two minutes! the man moved up to titty fuck the unfortunate woman and Greg got onto the bed, too.
	Then both dad and son got blowjobs.
	Carol sucked on one cock and then the other, cupped their balls, and wept as she sucked-sucked-sucked.  Then,
	“Why don’t you give me a blowjob, too, son.”
	“Aw, dad!” whined Greg.
	“Now, son, we talked about this.”
	Greg nodded and was as dejected as his sisters and mother.
	Mike sat on one side of Carol with his son on the other.  The boy not so happy and less thrilled leaned over and took his dad’s rock hard monstrous cock into his mouth.  Carol was out of her mind.
	“Rub his ass.” Mike commanded.
	Carol took a moment of hesitation but began caressing her son’s ass (as he sucked his dad’s cock.)  Only a few UPS and DOWNS and that deed was done.  Thank goodness!  But wait!  There’s more!  Mike further commanded his son to sit on his mother’s face.  Compliance!  Greg nestled his balls into Carol’s mouth and laid down her body.  Mike got off the bed then nestled up against his son’s ass.
	“No, dad!  Please!” sound familiar?

	Carol clutched at her son’s cheeks pulling them apart and watched in livid horror as the boy was righteously sodomized.  The stench of the butt fucking was horrid—seeing and smelling.  Greg grunted as he endured the excruciating experience of being butt fucked.  Of course it wasn’t the first time—nor would it be the last.
	After five minutes of furious anal barking and Mike managed to expel a hideous amount of jiz.  The flow of which spilled out onto Carol’s face.  She was more than horrified, she was sickened.  Then,
	“Lick it clean!”
	Carol felt faint; she had to lick her son’s asshole clean of her husband’s spunk!  Ew!
	Meanwhile, Greg had licked his mother’s cunt then was instructed on pulling her legs behind his arms.  This angled her ass(hole) whereas he could lick that, too.  He wasn’t too enthused to do so but did so.  His dad strolled around and beat Carol’s pussy with his 7incher; he stabbed it into her pussy and fucked therein for a couple of minutes but finished off slamming her asshole.
	Greg had to lick the cummy hole after his dad had fucked it.
	What a night!

Much ado about bargaining
	The art of negotiating
	One day—
	“A raise,” Marsha said confronting Mike in his den, “a big one!”
	The demure girl stood trembling, clenching her young fists, knowing possibly that the confrontation probably wasn’t going to end well.
	“Anything else?”
	Marsha, still frightened and gravely intimidated, mulled it over then nodded her head saying, “Yeah, t-there is.” a brief dramatic pause; then,
	“Well, I-I’d like to stay up later, weeknights as well as weekends.”
	Mike nodded.
	“And—and I’d like extra money to go to the movies and miniature golf not a part of my allowance.” That was a big request.  She held her breath and suddenly felt the need to go pee.  Clenching her pert little ass she waited.
	“Ok.”
	Marsha was stunned.  This was going better than expected.  She thought for sure that she would be wrenched across his lap, stripped down, and beaten until she couldn’t stand it.  Which brought to mind—
	“And—and I also don’t want to be spanked—anymore.”
	Mike mulled that request over.
	Marsha knew she had gone one request too many.
	In return for all the uproarious sex—Marsha was bargaining for perks.
	Mike, in a simple red shirt and navy blue golf slacks, mulled over the girl’s demands.  He sat at his desk on the bar stool-like architect’s chair (Mike was a building designer) when his eldest daughter approached him nervously proposing a give-and-take to their relationship.
	“Anything else?” he asked.  He wasn’t gruff, wasn’t presenting himself in a manner which would suggest he was going to beat her—or other.  Marsha, with her usual ponytails pinned back into a single butt length ponytail, waited clenching her toes inside her tennis shoes.
	“Well, uhm, no messing with Cindy until she’s older.” that was a biggie.
	Again and she felt she had crossed the line asking too much.
	Mike nodded, “Alright, twenty a week—”
	Marsha’s eyes bulged—more than she expected.
	“And you can stay up as late as you want, any day of the week.”
	Marsha gushed.  This was good.  Still, though—
	“And the spankings?” she clenched her little ass in fear and trepidation.
	Mike sighed, “I still like to do that, but—I wont be so harsh.”
	Whew!  That was a relief.  Maybe.
	The modest girl pursed her lips, still clenching fists and ass—
	“And Cindy?”
	That was a toughie for Mike but he nodded, “Ok, no messing with Cindy.”
	Liar!
	Marsha nodded, sighed, and felt better about the confrontation.  Still, she was concerned.  Would he keep his word?
	“Come here.” Mike said to his daughter.
	Timidly as if she were walking on burning coals she crossed the room to where her dad sat.  He produced a crisp twenty dollar bill and handed it to her.
	Whew!  Marsha felt relieved.
	Then he embraced her for a hug patting her backside and then her pert little butt.  Not hard and not in a molesting manner but a fatherly manner.  Of course then it got stepped up a notch.
	After Marsha tucked the twenty into her pants pocket she felt the tug from her dad pushing her down across his lap.  Marsha squirmed,
	“Oooh, daddy!” she whined.
	Mike smoothed his hand over her butt, smacked it—but not too hard.
	Marsha got a grip, clenched, and felt another smack—this one a little more umph than the first.  That was followed by another and then another.  Each smack was harder than the last.  Then,
	Mike stood his daughter up saying,
	“Take ‘em down.”
	“Goddamnit!” Marsha bitched.
	“That’s another thing!” Mike bitched back, “no more cussing!”
	Marsha nodded, unhitched her pants and pushed them down.  Then she returned to her daddy’s lap and received five smacks—each one progressively harder than the last.  The spankings made Marsha squirm and even pee!  After the fifth smack Mike made circles about her burning ass before slipping his hand inside the purple tinted panty.  The undies were pulled down and there it was—a bright red burning ass.
	More circles, some cheek squeezing, then he stood her up, hugged her, hugged her more, then patted her on the butt saying,
	“Off you go, go help your mother with dinner.”
	Marsha, a little stunned that “nothing more followed” pulled up her clothes, wiped her face—and was thankful that she didn’t have to wipe spunk off her face, and retreated from the den.

Family togetherness
	Although she despised wearing them Jan did wear them—glasses.  Her first pair were awful just awful basic generic things she dislike greatly.  A second pair was better and more in vogue.  Still, she didn’t like wearing them so it was a couple of days before Mike realized “Hey, where’s your glasses?” to wit Jan had to tell him—“I lost them.” Sort of true, mostly a lie.  She hid them.  But since she wasn’t wearing them and was supposed to at all times save for when bathing or sleeping—
	Mike was miffed.
	“I’m sorry, dad.” Jan said trying to convey how sorry she was.
	Mike, though, shook his head and pulled her to a standing position (as she was sitting at the time).  In the kitchen “just before going to school” and Mike noted the discrepancy on Jan’s face.  The rest of the Brady brood were in the living room getting books and themselves together.
	Gently and Mike pulled the ten year old over his lap.  Her very pretty blue dress was hiked up over her hips and a swift swat to her ass was applied.  Jan bolted and let out a yelp.  Mike made circles on the girl’s tender butt, she was almost eleven years young—in four months.  Another swift swat and then he worked down her panties revealing her very nice white ass.
	Another smack followed by another.  Jan wrestled about crying and trying to fend off the assault.  Her thrashing sort of pissed off Mike who escorted her by roughly by the elbow into the adjoining family room where Mike had the disheartened girl take off her dress as well as panties.
	Mike dropped his slacks and underwear and stood with a mighty rail on.
	Jan’s eyes focused hard on the phallic—waiting.
	Mike gave her a choice,
	“Suck it or be spanked.”
	Some choice!
	“I-I don’t want spanked.” Jan said rubbing her burning ass.
	Mike nodded and waggled his cock at her.  The naked girl sighed and went to him and then to her knees.  Of course she had sucked it before but each time was a chore.  Closing her pretty eyes of azure blue she took the member into her mouth and began to bob her head.  Just then—
	“Oh for the love of—” Carol burst into the family room seeing what was going on—followed closely by one and all.
	“Alright, dad!” commented Greg.
	Marsha shook her head, Cindy was in awe—although not overly molested herself she was around when the others were.  The littlest Brady DID participate in orally pleasing the boys, and new daddy, and only Bobby was “mounting” her but not penetrating her.  Not yet.
	Mike, not missing a beat, whirled his head around and barked,
	“Get you’re clothes off—now!”
	Fuck school.
	The Marsha reluctantly slipped off her mid-thigh length dress then slid down her basic white panties.  Greg and his brothers were naked before Marsha’s panties hit her ankles.  Marsha then helped Cindy out of her clothes.  Mike looked to his wife and conveyed “waiting for Christmas?” she didn’t often get naked in front of all the kids, usually just Greg.  She stripped off her daily business-like skirt and blouse—she was a volunteer worker at a hospital.
	After bobbing her fill on her daddy’s dick Jan sat back gasping for breath.  Mike’s dick was a big one!  Much bigger than Greg’s.  Mike flopped his cock against the girl’s face then motioned her to the green/orange/avocado/yellow checkered family sofa.  She sat with her ass right on the edge of the cushion then leaned back, legs opened wide.
	Everyone stared at her; Marsha stared but then closed her eyes.  The boys giggled and masturbated.  Carol hung her head and was once more dejected.  Cindy shook her head saying “tsk tsk tsk.”
	Mike got on his knees going down on Jan, licking and lapping at her hairless poon to his delight.  Mostly and it was Greg who fucked her, five times to date since she had become an official Brady.  Pete had fucked her twice to his credit, both boys had gone into her asshole once.  Bobby had fucked her once and gotten sucked on more than that.
	Being so young despite some dickings from her brothers, Jan’s cunt was still not quite capable of taking ALL of her new daddy’s cock.  He made an effort, though, managing the head and a bit of shaft.  After that and he was satisfied.
	A bit of pumping and then—
	“AHHHH!” orgasm!  Mike reared his head back, arched his back, and blasted a hot load of spunk into (and then onto) his daughter’s young quim.  Pulling out and he anointed the girl with every last drop.  Looking to Marsha he beckoned her with his eyes.  Slowly she moved past her masturbating brothers and slumped her way.  She knew the drill, on her knees and suck-suck-suck.
	But no, on her knees—yes.  Suck-suck-suck?  Not so much.  She was instead redirected to Jan’s cummy cunt.
	“Lick it clean.” Mike said strongly.
	“Oh my God!” blurted Carol.
	“Goddamn—dang it.” said Marsha.  She sighed; inasmuch as sucking dick appalled her, licking up splooge from her sister’s cunt was even less appealing.  She applied her tongue and managed not to hurl while she lapped up the milky juices.  The boys were jeering and Carol was tearing.
	Greg then took his turn—after Marsha sucked it prepping it.
	The boy fired off his round of brotherly love almost into Marsha’s mouth but managed to save it for Jan.  Not yet a minute into humping the prettier-than-Marsha girl and Greg was shooting heaping juts of cum six inches deep inside her.  Pulling out and he managed to unload a bit more onto her pussy.
	Mike looked to Marsha then to Cindy saying “Your turn.”
	“Mike!” cried Carol.
	Mike gave her a hard stare and Carol backed down.
	“Daddy!” Marsha said in a complaining voice.  “Our deal?”
	“She’s not being spanked,” said Mike, “and not overly being molested.”
	Marsha sighed, nodded, and pulled the naked youngster over to her.
	“She’s a part of this family so she participates.” Mike added.
	Cindy was not too thrilled with the icky task assigned her.  Marsha cooed to her something—something to the effect, “if you don’t we all get spanked!”
	Cindy still balked but took to lapping Jan’s cum stained pussy just the same.
	“Ewewew!” she bellowed, “It’s gross!”
	Luckily and Peter didn’t cum, nor did little seven year old Bobby.
	Both Marsha and Cindy sucked on the boys’ dicks followed by slobbering on their daddy’s dick.  Carol really had an issue with Mike’s cock going into Cindy’s mouth but it was a done deal.  But at least he didn’t cum off into her mouth.  Nor did Greg—but Peter did!  The young fellow’s fellow erupted splashing a massive gunk of spunk into the sweet little girl’s mouth.
	“OOOOOH!  Gross!” she spurted.
	Masha concurred and hung her head to cry.
	But it was a done deal and when done with that deal—

Mr. Phillips
	Mike needs a raise
	Mike needed a raise; a bigger house, more kids, insurances, another car, all added up to more than he was bringing home.  So schmoozing with the boss, Mr. Phillips was ideal.  Part of the schmoozing meant a lot of hours at work, paperwork shuffling, getting things done.
	Forgetting paperwork at home was not a part of the plan.  In a panic he called Carol who had of all people send Marsha!  She was heading downtown anyway to do some schoolwork research and was happy to help out her mother—and maybe her father.
	Mike was pleased to see his daughter who had just turned the ripe old age of thirteen.  She had gotten a little lumpier and a little bit prettier.  She had changed her hairstyle—as all girls do virtually every month or week—and it enhanced her beauty.
	The paperwork delivered was shuffled; Mike hugged his daughter and introduced her Mr. Phillips who seemed to take a shine to the girl.  They chatted about the architect business and Mike did some necessary paperwork while they did so.  When Mike returned he just happened to notice something about his boss—the man had a boner!
	Wearing typical designer black slacks Mr. Phillips had turned to leave back to his office when Mike caught the telltale sign of an erection!  Hmmm  Then Mike remembered an offhanded comment the man had made one time on the golf course, “Yeah, I like ‘em flat chested and hairless!  Ha! Ha!”
	Was he kidding?  Joking around?  Or was there some truth behind the HA! HA!?  A curious mind wanted to know.  Sooooo, casually, just before the man made his leave, Mike, in hugging his daughter, casually and coyly raised her dress just so.  Just so as her right butt cheek was exposed.  Casually he patted the girl’s bottom.
	“Daddy!” scolded harshly Marsha into her daddy’s ear.
	“Shhhh, “I’m working on getting a raise.”
	Marsha was confused—how was raising her dress in the presence of his boss going to get him a raise?
	“I get a raise,” Mike said in a bare whisper, “you get one, too!”
	Marsha thought it over (for half a moment) then inched up the other side of her skirt fully exposing her panty clad ass.
	Mr. Phillips paused at the door of Mike’s office cocking his head and taking a second look.  The man was tall, six foot (2mtrs) and then some; distinguished with snow white hair and mustache.  Slim in build, he had a twinkle in his eyes, and a nice personality and always dressed well to very well.
	The door was closed and the man insouciantly brushed his hand across his bulge.  Mike patted Marsha’s butt, squeezed the cheek, then caught his boss’ eye.  He smiled and waited to see the expression on the usually expressionless man.  As usual there was none but Mike sensed that there was no danger.  The man nodded, licked his lips, and maintained a steady focus on Marsha’s ass.
	Mike tempted fate by tugging down Marsha’s panties revealing her delicious tush.  Mr. Phillips looked like he was going to teeter over.  Marsha’s panties were down revealing the whole of her ass.  Mike smiled a foolish smile and luckily for him—Mr. Phillips WAS that kind of man who WAS into “flat chested and hairless.”
	Marsha wasn’t quite either of those requirements but there was leeway.

	“W-what does she do?” asked a semi nervous Ned Phillips.
	Mike smiled, “Anything I want.”
	Ed Phillips nodded approvingly, “That pleases me.”
	Pleased Mike, too.
	Off came Marsha’s dress, her bra followed and she stepped out of her panties—and there she was.  Naked!  Naked for all to see—well, those in the closed private office and may someone from the neighboring building.
	Mike turned Marsha about so Ned could see her full frontal.
	The aged man somewhere in his sixties smiled approvingly, nodding and leering at the girl making her nervous.
	“I better get a big fucking raise for this!” Marsha conveyed to her dad.
	Mike smiled to her and swatted her on the butt.
	“Would you like a blowjob, Mr. Phillips?” Marsha asked.
	Does a bear shit in the woods?
	Does a pigeon's bum pucker in a power-dive?
	Does a baby go ga?
	Does a marauding mackerel make a mullets muckhole munch?
	Does a sea-lions scrotum slap in a shag?
	Does the Pope pull out?
	Marsha, on her knees, fondled Ned’s balls still encased inside his slacks.
	The man chuckled and allowed her to continue to do so—then, on encouragement from her anxious daddy behind her, “go on honey.” to wit Marsha unzipped Mr. Phillip’s Italian designer slacks and fished out his cock.  It was of average size (but thick!)  She stroked the cock with an expert loving touch, then leaned in and kissed the tip.
	Mr. Phillips liked—a lot!  Rearing his head back he unceremoniously entered the thirteen year old’s mouth.  Marsha still managed to roll her tongue about the man’s sensitive crown before engulfing the whole shaft.
	All the way down to the base of the man’s cock, then back up—slowly.
	Clutching the man’s balls and masturbating the man Marsha skillfully brought the top executive to a delightful orgasm in just a couple of minutes work.  The cum blasted onto her still intact tonsils filling her mouth and very nearly making her retch to the point of upchucking.
	Thankfully she managed to hold off doing so—and swallowed!
	The man stood back gasping and in total wonderment.
	Mike tapped his daughter on the shoulder whisper “Phase two.”
	Marsha almost fumed, ‘I’m getting a hell of a raise for this!’ she stood and sat on her daddy’s desk pushing away the family photos thereon.  Spreading her legs she gave the invite to Mr. Phillips and he did not hesitate.
	Ned Phillips entered Marsha’s cunny; he went in, pulled out, slapped his cock around the cunny, then pushed back in and began to pump.  Mike stood out of the way watching in glee.  The raise was in the bag!  (or in Marsha’s pussy!)

In conclusion
	Perks and recreation
	Ensuring continuing raises, better raises, company car, a trip to Hawaii, Mike invited Mr. Phillips to the home for dinner—and dessert!  There was a before dinner appetizer, featuring Marsha and her sisters.  In the family room and the girls undressed before the greedy lusting leering man.  One by one did the girls undress.  Ned Phillips eyed them with full lust in his heart—or maybe a little lower.
	It was to the two young ones, especially seven year old Cindy that held his attention the most.
	“Would you like a blowjob, Mr. Phillips?” Marsha asked timidly.
	Would he!
	As before at the office, Marsha unzipped and unleashed the man’s penis.
	Skillfully she masturbated the organ—it was already hard and already soiled.
	Marsha kissed it, lolled her tongue about the ridge, then popped the cock into her mouth.  Jan and Cindy were wide eyed watching.  Their emotions ran the gamut of shock and dismay to awe and wonderment.   
	After Marsha had had her fill of sucking dick she offered the phallic to Jan.
	Jan sighed and was not one hundred percent on sucking dick not belonging to a family member.  But both her mother and father had talked to her about how things were and were to be and it was in her best interest (plus generous weekly allowance raise) to follow thru.  Still, though—
	Sucking another man’s dick just wasn’t to Jan’s liking.
	“Maybe she needs some motivation.” suggested a glaring Mike.
	Marsha rolled her eyes and Jan tensed up.
	Mr. Phillips chuckled and swiftly swatted Jan’s very nice ass.
	Mr. Phillips liked—a lot!  Cocksucking be damned!  He took the young eleven year old across his lap and welped her ass to his delight.  And he delighted!  Jan?  Not so much.  She fussed and cried out enthusing the man walloping her all the more.  To shut her up some Mike had the boys come into the family room, get naked, and Greg put his dick into Jan’s mouth.
	Mike’s boss was more pleased than ever!  He looked over the naked boys as much as he did the girls.  Jan’s ass was brightened from white to red; she flailed her arms and legs, begged, sobbed, cried, and got Mr. Phillip’s off—just from spanking!
	Finally the man stopped and the girl stood up whimpering.
	Marsha was upset as was Cindy.  Standing at the doorway a tearful Carol was also upset.
	“I get to choose where we go for vacation.” Marsha said demandingly.
	Mike nodded “Ok.”
	Mr. Phillips plucked out of his wallet a crisp one hundred dollar bill and gave it to Jan.  That almost soothed her burning ass.  Of course, there was still the blowjob to contend with.  Sooooo, 
	Swallowing her disgust for the distaste of the dastardly deed, Jan partook of the terrible endeavor and sucked-sucked-sucked.  She received for her efforts a massive cum blast.  In her mouth as well as anointed all over her face.  She also received another crisp one hundred dollar bill.
	It was still gross, though—but the money helped “wipe” away the grossness.
	Then it was Cindy’s turn.
	Mr. Phillips hugged and caressed the young girl—who was much more to his liking in age.  A lot of patting to her ass and then he was rubbing his cum squirter all over her face.  Some fingering of her delicate cunny then he had her up on his lap where he gouged her young cunny until unleashing another massive load of spunk.
	Sated, the man was ready for dinner.  The girls (and boys) remained nude.
	Dinner was scrumptious!  As always, Carol was an excellent cook—more than one reason Mike married her.  When the dinner was over—dessert!  Blowjobs from the girls again; this time—Ned Phillips creamed into Marsha’s willing mouth—and got herself another one hundred dollars!
	Another $100 was garnered when Marsha occupied space on the man’s lap taking his cock directly into her pussy.  Mike and Carol were not present; Mike was “discussing” more how life was to be in the Brady household and—ah…there it is—an EMAD!
	Mike had an Electronic Mind Altering Device; an early model, a unit after the prototype and less sophisticated than later Devices.  But it worked—not overly well as Mike continuously had to re-program his family.
	Meanwhile, Marsha bounced up and down taking all of Mr. Phillip’s “average” man thing.  Jan sat on her knees—waiting her turn.  Greg was behind her, masturbating.  He was in charge of the kids while his dad was out.  Greg was one member of the family who was NOT affected by the EMAD.  Pete and Bobby were only lightly touched by the amazing mind altering device.
	Mr. Phillips moaned and then groaned as a wave of orgasmic pleasures swept over him.  He had been wearing a two-piece suit.  Had.  As the proceedings with dessert got underway he began removing articles of clothing to be more comfortable.  He shuddered as his tool magnificently emptied its splooge into Marsha’s cunt.  Clutching at her ass he melted and took a moment to recover.
	Marsha dismounted and nodded to Jan.
	“Jesus-shit-fucking-Christ!” Jan muttered.
	“Suck him!” Greg commanded.
	Both Jan and Marsha shot him a look, a dirty “Fuck you” look.  But Greg conveyed “I’ll tell dad” and so Jan sucked the man’s cock.
	“Taste your sister’s pussy!” scoffed giggled Ned.  He caressed the girl’s hair and made more noises—all pleasurable.  After some fantastic sucking—enough to rekindle the man’s bone to hard strength the girl mounted and took her turn getting dicked.
	Ned made more noises, arched his back and strained to get his nut all the while clenching tenaciously Jan’s butt.  Both Bobby and Cindy giggled and were in awe as they watched up close and too personal the man’s dick slamming up into their sister’s pussy.
	And minutes later the show was over.  A massive torrent of man cum drenched the man’s cock causing Cindy to whisper “I’m not sucking that!”  Mr. Phillips’ cock slipped out and was still mighty hard—and still spurting spunk.  Jan was awarded her own hundred dollar bill—this after the man rested and recovered.
	Cindy didn’t have to suck the man’s cock clean—that task was awarded to Marsha who found the assigned task—tasked to her by her brother, not too her liking.  She didn’t like sucking dick and liked the taste of spunk even less.  But not wanting the wrath of her father from her tattletale brother, she sucked Mr. Phillips’ cummy cock clean.
	When done,
	Cindy took over masturbating the man’s cock.  She was fondled, fingered, fingered, caressed and admired.  Mr. Phillips was a serious pervert and his statement on the golf course “flat chested and hairless” rang true.  Up on his lap the youngest Brady girl sat; she was admired, fingered, fingered, and fingered some more before having her young cunny gouged by the man’s smoldering schlong.
	Greg could tell that the man very muchly wanted to fuck Cindy.

Some books I’ve almost written
	The Zombie Gorilla on Boner Island
	The Hunchback of Whoreville
	Naughty Nanna’s Naughty Nautical Nugatory
	Lesbian Love Stories on Horseback
	Charlie Chokes His Chicken
	Essential Oils of Lavender Fields
	Little Whore from the Prairie
	A Funny Thing Happen On My Way to the Slime Pit
	The Slime Pit Monster Sings!
	Songs of the Slime Pit Monster
	Dr. Strange and the Stranglers
	Dingleberries for Anna

Indulgence
	An overabundance (of indulgence)
	“Damn, dad!” Greg said in astonishment.
	“I just said she was cute was all!”
	She was cute; the little tyke was a mere three years young and damn if she wasn’t cute!  Super curly red hair, a short-short-inappropriate-short dress, and a face!  What a cute face!  She actually reminded Mike of Shirley Temple!
	Out on the prowl father and son stopped for a malted milk shake at a downtown malt shoppe.  It was early evening, non-school night, and the prospects were everywhere.  So where security issues.  Mike was mindful of those, cops, security cameras, plainsclothes cops, vigilantes, and do-gooders.	
	Regardless,
	A young girl and three young boys were in the back of Mike’s family van.
	The young girl wasn’t doing so well; this after being beaned in the head by a baseball.  She had a slight concussion, her friends one-two-three were escorting her home—passing by the malt shoppe—and … last thing they knew.  The boys, too, were a little groggy—but they hadn’t been beaned in the head.  Well, not by a baseball anyways.
	Greg didn’t say anything just looked over the girl and waited.
	Mike didn’t say anything (aloud).  He spoke in mere whispers into an airline pilot’s microphone about his head that was connected hard wired to a contraption (Device) he was holding.  To the girl who was already frapped in the head/mind not much was needed to sway her.  To the boys—yes.  And being so young they were easily swayed.
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	Greg was awed when the boys one-two-three began stripping down.
	The boys, Tyler, Noel, and Adam, all seven years young, didn’t seem to react too much to themselves being naked but were in stupored awed when their friend, Stacey, was rendered naked.  The boys, too, were somewhat unaware of the presence of Mike and Greg.
	Greg did the honors of taking Stacey’s knee length jeans down.  He already had a boner (when the boys stripped down he was rock hard.)  The unfortunate girl wore basic white panties—white pink flowers and pink trim.  She was somewhat pretty; long brown hair clear to her butt, flat chested—and when the panties were tugged down—hairless!
	Tyler, Noel, and Adam stared and stared and stared at the now naked girl; their first time seeing a naked girl and it was a mind blower.  Greg further got the honors by fingering the girl’s virgin cunny.  He stripped off his clothes and lusted heavily for the girl.  Heavily.
	“Let’s have the boys break her in.” Mike said in a low voice.
	Greg nodded, but he kind of wanted to “break” the girl in himself.
	Tyler, a young lad with a full head of super curly blond hair, dirt smudges on his face, torn jeans, got first dibs.  He was way awkward in his approach and moreso on his dicking abilities.  But he was seven, too.  He grinded against Stacey’s cunny but finally managed to get it in.  Pumping followed but his dick slipped out more than it was in.
	Mike caressed the boy’s naked ass and Greg masturbated—lusting heavily.
	Finally, though, thru expert and patient schooling, Tyler Yanksum got with the program and learned the technique that was fucking.  He still was awkward and way clumsy but he got the gist of sexual intercourse.
	Stacey moaned some and groaned more—she needed to be in a hospital.
	But first!
	Little Tyler’s dick was not sufficient in “breaking in” the girl’s cunny.
	Nor was Noel or Adam’s but they got their turns—then Greg took his.
	Stacey made a yelp as Greg slid with some effort into the girl’s still virgin cunny.  He smiled to her and strove not to really hurt her.  He had yet to fuck his little sister, Cindy, at home.
	It was heating up inside the family van; from the malt shoppe Mike had drove the van a few blocks away—a couple of blocks from the local community hospital.  The roof windows were open for air but with all the activity within it still got stuffy.
	Greg emptied his splooge then laid his prick against the distraught girl who was confused.  The boy grinded thereon humping and humping, grinding and grinding managing to achieve another splooge blast that shot out up along the child’s body hitting her face.

	It was quite an event.  Greg, however, would have preferred a girl a bit older, twelve at least.  He determined that his dad was a full on pervert.  Full on!  And while he was putting it to the young girl—Mike was putting his hand on Greg’s ass!  It wasn’t annoying—just creepy.
	The boys, Tyler, Noel, and Adam one more time had their way with the girl in need of medical attention.  As each boy fucked and got better at the deal, Mike smoothed his hand over the boy’s young bottom.  Then Greg took another turn; going at slowly, caressing the girl, and managing to shove ALL of his schlong into her.
	Mike did likewise, fingering the girl firstly—finger-finger-finger!  His manly manhood still, though, was too much to fuck the girl—but he did so anyways!

It’s your birthday, Mr. Phillips!
	For his 62nd birthday, his wife got him a brand new set of clubs and a very nice dinner at the Clubhouse.  His son got him replica model of a 1944 Challenger Steam Locomotice with tender, passenger cars, and caboose.  Mr. Phillips was a train enthusiast.  His daughter got him a year long gift certificate to a hand car was with detailing.  His son also got him a personalized whiskey barrel (for the home.)
	Mike (and Greg) got him a small Chinese girl.

Whose woods these are…I don’t know
	She wasn’t lost but she didn’t quite know her way.  The way she thought was not the way it was.  She regretted not spending more time with the girl scouts.  Panic had not yet set in (but it was close.)  Then a voice—no, more of a whimper.
	Curioser and curioser—I know, it’s not an official word but…
	The girl timidly crept thru the woods having thoughts of ugly; remember childhood book stories—Goldilocks (who should have been arrested for breaking and entering) and Little Red Oblivious (figure that one out for yourself, folks.)
	The whimpering drew her further away from her planned route—which was using an old scout trick—backtrack from whence you came.  The day was getting on and she was way-way overdue from checking in at home—and being home.  She had to wonder if dear ole liberal dad would spank her?
	Just past some crisscrossing trees wedged against a huge granite boulder that was cracked down the middle and Jennifer found the source of the whimpering—a little boy.  He was about seven, scratched up, terrified, wet pants, and just as lost as she was.
	The little boy stopped whimpering as Jennifer appeared.  The girl got on her knees to be level with him and offered him a smile.  She wished she had some water, cookies, or something.  All she had, though, were “wet” panties…
	After hugging the boy and cooing to him to be calm, getting his name, she noted his wet pants.
	“Let’s get those off and let them dry.” she said.
	Surprisingly the boy let the strange girl help him get out of his wet boy jeans followed by his wet boy underwear.  A tingling sensation erupted within Jennifer, specifically her cunny.  Lightly and on the sly as she talked to the boy, she fondled his puddling.
	Fondle!  Fondle!  Fondle!
	And from fondling to laying the boy out where some filtered sunlight cascading thru the dense tree canopy could dry him.  Of course, the boy got all “wet” again by Jennifer slobbering on his tally.  She did!  She didn’t know what possessed her but she went down on the boy and suckled his wares, little dick and hairless balls all.  And surprisingly—the boy’s tally got hard!
	Enthused, Jennifer stripped off her clothing, fondled her breasts, then positioned herself upon the boy nestling her tingling twat on the boy’s boner.  Firstly she merely grinded against him.  The boy, Adam, smiled.  So did Jennifer.  Taking the boy’s dick into her crevice was not unlike shoving a tampon in (and it was about the same size!)
	The young lad’s eyes bulged.  He was no longer whimpering.  He was getting laid!  The boy’s winkie so small it did not breeched Jennifer’s intact hymen.  She glided herself up and down and for a minute or so it was she and Adam; then her thoughts migrated to all the sinful naughtiness she had witnessed (spied on).  The naughty grandpas, the naughty mother and son, all put Jennifer in a bad way with her thoughts turning to her family.  Her dad and brother specifically speaking.  Would her dad spank her?  Possibly.  If she asked.  And Alex?  She kind of thought that, yeah, he probably would.  And as for sex—hmmm, doubtful that she could get any from her dad.  Alex?  He was a boy—so it was a given.  Regardless of their relationship, if sex was proposed to a brother by a sister—a “willing” sister then the answer was a definite HELL YEAH!
	Adam was more than mystified—so was Jennifer.  Her young cunny just tingled to beat all!  Fingering herself only increased the tingling—as well as increased the desire to get properly laid.
	Another suck job to the young boy then it was all about cuddling, hugging, another suck, and then laying down and having the boy “ride” her.  He was schooled easily and took to the manner that was fucking Missionary Style with ease.  Jennifer enjoyed caressing his ass and deeply—deeply fantasized about getting dicked by Alex.  Or her father—whichever.

	The concept of sex with her father filled her mind.  What would it be like?  She knew that most girls adored their fathers and incest be damned, Jennifer wanted to get fucked by her dad!  She also wondered—could she take them both on at the same time, Alex and her dad?
	Such thoughts for a twelve year old!
	After her tryst with the boy, she dressed him—his clothes were dry.  Then escorted him thru the woods coming upon—
	As far as hunks go, the guy merging thru the woods was a certified hunk.  And Jennifer thought she knew him.  Not personally or anything, but she knew “of” him.  He was into race cars, actually; hot rods.  He usually wore a tee-shirt, a leather jacket if it was cold out.  He was seventeen, smoked cigarettes, and had a devil-may-care swagger that made him cool.  A couple of race wins at the local speedster track earned him a qualified rep and he was nice looking guy mothers and fathers (parental units) warned their daughters of.
	John C wasn’t alone—he was escorting a young girl, about Jennifer’s age.
	The girl looked—haggard.  Something seemed amiss with her.  Jennifer didn’t know her.  She had a short bouncy brown ponytail, a simple tee-shirt, and short knee length britches.  John C seemed—miffed?  Pissed off?  Whatever, somewhat angrily he guided the girl thru the woods coming very close to where Jennifer and Adam were hiding.
	John roughly let the girl’s elbow go.  She stood wavering in place; she seemed sluggish.  John looked around—looked around—looked around then smacked the girl’s butt.
	Not much of a reaction.
	John looked around again then copped a feel of the girl’s ass.
	Again, not much to nothing of a reaction.
	Once more for security’s sake and the hunky heartthrob undone the girl’s britches and tugged them down.  The girl, Wendy, did nothing.  She appeared to be—stoned?  Drugged or something.  Jennifer didn’t know.  John caressed the girl’s butt then pulled off her tee-shirt and then undone her bra.  For being about twelve or so the girl had more than ample titties for her age.  John fondled them, tweaked the nipples, then pushed down his pants and underwear…
	‘Oh my God!’ breathed Jennifer.  Her pussy tightened up and her mind blanked.  John pushed the girl to her knees and once there he began rubbing his hard cock all over her face.  Outlandish!  But wait!  There’s more!
	The cad further went on to lay the girl down, spread her legs, and eat out at the Y.  Jennifer couldn’t see too well from her angle; mostly she saw the boy’s ripe firm ass and his dangling ball sac.  Tasty!  Seconds later, though, and those tasty dangly things were swaying as the hunky rodster rammed his rod into the girl’s virgin cunny.
	The girl did make some emotions but nothing a slap to the face couldn’t handle.  John fucked slow—then fast and furiously.  Jennifer’s cunny was once more sopping wet and a little boy’s dick just wasn’t going to cut it.  She remained watching John fuck (rape) Wendy until the boy got his nut.  He pulled out and emptied his splooge all over the girl’s cunny, then re-inserted and continued fucking until he got his second nut.	
	Jennifer slipped off with Adam finding a well established trail leading to a dirt parking lot.  There was John’s yellow ’32 hotrod, along with a park ranger’s truck, the park ranger, and some nervous/anxious parents.  Jennifer patted Adam on the butt sending him to the parking lot then ducked back into the woods to go around—and make for home!

Home!
	Extracurricular activities
	Laying out on her bed, and although she was merely twelve, Jennifer looked a dream.  She was sound to sleep, and naked!  And Alex, at the door, deeply fantasized about her.  Sure, he knew it was morally wrong to think such immoral thoughts about one’s sister.  But it was kind of a given—at some point in their lives, usually while young—the brother and sister were going to have extra relations to their relationship.  Usually that was just the simple exploration, touchy-feely, or something along those lines.
	Alex’s thoughts were a little more than the simple “touchy-feely.”  A lot more.  Banging Mallory was one thing—but Jennifer?  Oh she was cute and all, but she was twelve.  It was one thing to be fuckin’ your own sister, but another to be fuckin’ one as young as Jennifer.
	Suddenly,
	“Nice!” whispered Alex’s dad.
	Alex jolted and nearly died right there on the spot.  He never heard his dad creep up on him.  It was late evening, the house was quiet, Mallory was elsewhere, so was mom.  How long Alex had been peering in at his slumbering naked sibling he didn’t know.  How long had Alex’s dad been sneakily sneaking with him—also unknow.
	“Dad!” whispered hoarsely Alex—with his cock out and in the midst of “gettin’ after it.”
	Steven chuckled, “It’s alright, Alex,” he whispered, “done that a time or two myself!”
	Alex wasn’t sure what was meant by that.  He was embarrassed being caught watching his sister; embarrassed that his dick was out, too.
	“Not bad, eh?” Steven continued to chortle.  He rubbed himself as he peeked in one more time then scurried off to his room—shutting the door behind him.
	Alex was in a bad way and simple jerking off wasn’t going to help.
	But that’s what he did having no alternative that was viable.  Laying out on his bed he fondled himself—fondled himself—fondled himself.  All thoughts were on his sister Jennifer.  He wondered if he could approach her.  Could he just simply waltz into her room and…
	They had a good relationship; he cared for her, they discussed politics, they indulged one another in philosophy.  But sex?  They had, of course, seen one another in various stages of undress—including naked.  But that was as kids and nothing recent.  Would she freak out if he came to her, naked, with a rail on, wanting to have sex with her?
	Maybe a simple handjob, or a blowjob?
	Probably not.  Jennifer wasn’t that kind of girl.
	There was, of course, Mallory.
	Mallory he could have sex with—but, could she sway the younger sib into a righteous bout of sex play?  It was an option.  Inasmuch as he enjoyed fucking Mallory he greatly wanted to fuck Jennifer.  Was it because she was young or because she was his sister?  Good question.
	At length and Alex fell off to sleep—unawares that he had been watched.
	Not once—but twice!
	The first time was his mother who lingered watching until she heard noises alerting her to possibly being caught.  She dashed off to her bedroom finding her husband naked (with a rail on.)
	“Hmmm,” she smiled, “let’s not waste that!”
	The second observance was from Jennifer.
	The young girl had had a hell of a day and her cunny just ached so.
	And there was her brother—naked—gettin’ after it!  Masturbating in his sleep!  Imagine!  Jennifer was in a bad way.  Retreating back to her room and flopping onto her bed she frigged her burning cunt into a frenzy.  Next door in her parents’ room and…
	Steven put it to his good wife bringing her to her own frenzy.
	Then,
	“OH!  GOD!  YES!  YES!  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME, ALEX!”
	Oh my!
	Steven wasn’t pissed—he was amused.  (by the way, his thoughts were of Jennifer)
	Later that night—as Alex put it to Mallory,
	“You want to fuck Jennifer, don’t you?” Mallory had to ask.
	“The thought crossed my mind.”

	Mallory smiled; Alex rocked her world, suckled her titties, pumped tenaciously into her fevered cunt, then lay off on his back heaving and sweating.  Then,
	Mallory crawled onto him.
	“Again?” usually not a thing for a guy to say.  His hands went over the girl’s body; she straddled him and a hand (not his) took holt of his member guiding it into her sex.  The girl lay on him and sex began.
	But something was amiss.
	For one, she wasn’t heaving or sweating.
	Her body seemed lighter.
	Her hair was longer and had the scent of oranges—Mallory preferred roses and lavender.  It was Jennifer who liked oranges and apple scents.  The girl began making grunts—Alex’s eyes though adjusted well enough to the darkness of the room could only make out the slightest details of his sister.  It was enough, though, to make the fact that it was not Mallory on top of him grunting—it was Jennifer!
	He trembled.  His balls surged.  His cock surged.  For a moment he wondered if he were dreaming.  Whether he was or not he didn’t care.  It was wondrous!  His hands smoothed over his sister’s ass flesh and he felt himself melting.  His cock surged in her pussy—he was cumming!