August Moone
Book 2
Roadtrips & Sidetrips
Chapter 24
Unacceptable Behavior

	
		Virtually every member of the family had a secret.  Virtually.  Little Cindy and Bobby seemed to be the only innocents--although not entirely.  Bobby was mildly aware that his brothers were nasty, they played with their puds and tried to get him to do likewise, they played with his pud and played with him in the bathtub.  That was all he could remember.
	For Cindy, not much there, she was young and innocent and naïve.  She saw her sisters naked, and had seen Bobby naked, too.  No biggie.  There was nothing more to glean so August didn’t try.  
	Their first nite in the 1970 something abode of the Brady bunch went unabashed, er--in that after the initial frolic the two Unseen “entities” went about their business not getting into anyone else’s business.  They scarfed down on the leftovers and found solace in a empty maid’s room.  
	Both did nothing much the following day but lounge.  The kids went to school, the dad went to work, the mother cleaned house, planted some flowers, went shopping.  The dog dug up the flowers, buried a bone, dug up another bone, watered a tree, got laid by the bitch next door.  Good doggie.
	August and Charlotte showered, slept, watched 1970s television, Char got caught up on old soap shows that were just beginning.  August was interested in the political and war scene, the conflict in Vietnam was still going on, although winding down with bombings only..
	Hearing some sports news it dawned on August that this tid bit of info could be very useful--in the future.  (providing of course he actually finally ever fucking got back there!)
	In 1973 the Supreme Court ruled in the Roe vs. Wade landmark decision.  The military draft was ended.  VP Spiro Agnew resigned (after some tax brouhaha.  The 25th Amendment came into play allowing VP Ford to take the position of 2nd in command at the White House. 
	The Best Picture was The Sting.  Jack Lemmon won Best Actor.
	The Oakland A’s would take the Series against the Mets 4-3; the Dolphins lamblasted the Washington Redskins 14-7 in the SuperBowl.
	The cost of a stamp was eight cents! 
	Elvis had gone Hawaiian.
	Regular gas was an unbelievable thirty-nine cents!
	A dozen eggs were under a dollar.
	A new home was $35,500!

	With the information, especially in the sports field, in the future August could be a dynamo in the betting arena!  It was food for thought.  
	At three-fifteen young (ultra horny) Greg Brady came home.  August watched him from the sliding patio door as the youth dashed to the garage, then looked all around the backyard, calling out, “You there?  Hello?  It’s me, Greg, remember me?”
	He finally came into the house and seemed disgruntled.  He used the downstairs bathroom, then raided the refrigerator.  August was about to tap into his noggin and see if there were some secrets to enjoy, when a car pulled up into the drive.  It was the mother, Carol.   Hmmmmm, this could be good.
	Greg helped his lovely mother with the grocery bags, she was haggard by the day’s events of shopping, but still managed to keep the allure of loveliness.  Being three-thirty, though, the other members of the family were due to arrive very shortly.  Timing was of the essence.
	The two yapped, Greg noshed on an apple, wiping the crumbs of oatmeal raisin cookie and left over cold barbeque ribs from his lips.  Carol began putting away the groceries, August zapped her.
	‘Hello Greg.’
	“You’re here!”
	‘Of course I am.  You interest me and as I told you last time--I’m here to help you in your endeavors.’
	Greg gave him a blank look.
	‘You want to have a go at your mother, yes?’
	Greg gulped, blushed, and checked her.  ‘I have her under my control, like your sister Marcia was yesterday.’
	“Oh.” Greg gulped, swallowed, and slowly inched over to his standing still mother.  He waved his hand in front of her face, she didn’t blink or react.
	‘Raise her dress up, Greg.’ the Voice told him.  This day Carol Brady was in a lime green skirt with matching blouse of white w/green leaves.  
	Timidly Greg lifted the woman’s dress.  He began to sweat.
	‘Take her panties down.’ the Voice continued.
	Greg complied, eyes focused on the flesh being exposed as the full brief white nylon undies came down.  The boy tensed up, they both stood behind the kitchen island of the close knit kitchen.  On his own the teen caressed the new mother’s ass, he made an audible sound of pleasure and awe.
	Then voices of others came to be, Greg freaked, frantically lowered his mother’s skirt, but didn’t pull up her panties.  He fled.  August was amused and let it be, he released his hold on Carol and she somewhat freaked, realizing that her panties had somehow come down her ass!
	She was flustered and quickly tried pulling the undies up--just as a string of chit’lins filed in.  Peter was the one who took note of his new mother’s odd manner of dancing.  He didn’t say anything, he was wise and knew girls sometimes had severe wedgies.
	August and Char kept out of the way, the kids milled about snatching healthy treats and vamoosing to their rooms.  Greg was no where in sight.  Carol finally worked her panties back into proper place, but was still confused as to how they had gotten “out of place” in the first place!
	A friend of Carol’s dropped by, August and Char vamoosed them ownselves, Marcia had two of the girls from the previous day, going over class presidential plans again.  Greg was in his room with his brothers.  Greg was in a serious to severe state of sexual arousal.
	For the moment August merely watched him to see what he would do on his own.  Char took the time to crash out on the parents’ bed.  Greg was in a fit, Peter was yapping on and on about the day’s activities at school--some guy in his class ripped a narly butt blast and it was blamed on a girl sitting across from him.  The class was in uproar and the poor hapless girl fled in tears!
	Greg didn’t think it was so funny, but his mind was on other things, too.  Bobby finally left, accompanied by Cindy.  Both tykes yapped about trying to break some record for swinging or teeter-tottering.  Greg closed the door and gouged himself.
	“What’s with you?” quipped Peter.
	Greg didn’t answer but unleashed his young teen cock and proceeded to stroke.  Peter giggled and gave no comment.  Greg slid his jeans and underwear down more, seriously floggin’ the dog and fondling his balls.  Peter seemed uninterested and concentrated on some electronic device.  He was a budding scientist.
	August watched Greg, in agony.  Finally, with a ranging boner he shucked himself out of his clothes and made for the adjoining bathroom shared by his sisters.  He made the polite customary tap to see if it was clear, he could just hear the girls’ babble in Marcia’s bedroom just beyond the other door.
	Once inside he left the door to his room open, he wasn’t in the bathroom to pee.  He locked the door to the girls’ room, then quickly checked the pink wicker clothes hamper.  He was elated finding a pair of yellow panties.  He selected another pair of green panties and wrapped them both about his cock.  
	Peter peeked in to check his brother, shook his head and continued working on his personal project.  Greg beat his meat faster and faster, stepping up daringly close to the girls’ door and pressing his ear to it.  Pausing long enough to hold his breath and wanking he strained to hear tidbits of info.  Onto his knees he went, peering into the small keyhole.  It didn’t provide much in the way of “spying” but it was worth a shot.
	“I’ve got a better way to spy on them!” quipped brother Peter.
	Greg whirled about and almost shouted at his brother, “What’s the matter with you, sneaking up a guy like that!?”
	Peter shrugged it off and made some comment, “Fine, see if I help you out again.”
	“Wait, what do you got?” Greg stood, cock still hard, cock still wrapped in panties.  (whose they were he didn’t know--and didn’t care.)  In Peter’s hands was some sort of odd contraption in a small wooden box.  Lots of wires, coils, diodes, transistors, and etc.
	“It’s my super spy sleuth kit!” remarked Peter happily.
	“You’re what?”
	Peter tried to explain it, but it went over Greg’s head--he wasn’t into goofy kid things.  “What does it do?” he asked at length.
	“Come here, I’ll show ya!”
	Back into their room they went, Greg depositing his sisters’ undies in the hamper and following his younger brother.
	At the window they went, Peter working some sort of contraption involving a length of pipe.  Greg stood behind his brother, rubbing his cock against Peter’s ass.
	“Not now, Greg!” bitched the younger sib.
	‘Greg,’ came the Voice, ‘take his pants down.’
	Peter began to protest, he was busy, but then he let it be.  Greg undone his brother’s pants and slid them down, his underwear, too.  Then, while Peter continued his endeavors at whatever the fuck he was doing, Greg went to his knees and began kneading the lily white ass cheeks.  Then, for August’s pleasure mainly, Greg parted Peter’s cheeks and began rimming him; licking his crack and hole and then fondling the adjoining virtually bald testicles.
	Peter soon had a hard-on going.  But he was still occupied with what he was doing, “There!” he exclaimed at last.
	Greg stood and leaned against his brother, on the small box contraption was a large convex mirror.  He saw his sister Marcia and her two friends.
	“Holy cow!” blurted Greg.  “How’d you do that?”
	“It’s using some electronics and reflective mirrors, like the insides of a telescope!” the boy rattled off a bunch of high tech BS he had learned from school and Agent “X” from tv.
	The electronic portion didn’t really work, just the mirrors.
	It wasn’t much of a show, though, the girls were sitting, prancing, and clothed.  Greg returned to rubbing on his younger brother.
	‘Peter--bend over.’ Peter heard the Voice, but it was not on an interactive mode, it was more of a command.  Peter readily agreeably “bent over” and spread his cheeks.  Greg again went down and tongued his brother’s hole, then stepped up and began poking him with his cock.
	Peter grunted, groaned, rested his head against the sill of the window being sodomized.
	Just as the boy began to cum, there was a tap--two of them, one on the girls’ door to the bathroom, one on the boys’ bedroom door.
	The boys freaked and panicked, hurriedly dressing, Greg answering the bathroom door from his sisters’ room, Peter answering the bedroom door.  It WAS Marcia at the bathroom door, one of her visitors needed to use the bathroom.  It was Carol at the bedroom door, a letter for Greg.
	With the doors closed, the boys relaxed.  But Peter quickly had an idea and quickly went for it while Greg read his letter from a pen-pal in Denmark.  August watched them both and then, smiled; ‘Ah!’ he checked on the girl in the bathroom; using more of his deviltry he utilized the “see thru walls” technique.  
	Ah!  The girl was on the toilet, she was prim and proper, dressed in a purple skirt with matching purple flowery blouse.  Light brown hair ultra styled, kinda homely but not unappealing.  She seemed to be doing more than peeing--she was observed grunting, straining, unloading.  Then there was the look of instant relief-gratification.
	August zapped her, noting that super spy sleuth Peter was re-adjusting the spy scope apparatus.  He now angled it to spy into the bathroom.  He got his brother’s attention and they both had a groovy look.  Both boys took their johnsons out and began whacking.
	For their benefit August had the girl they were spying on go thru the motions of wiping herself.  Then, instead of pulling her panties up, she stood and pulled her skirt up.  She then stepped away from the toilet and twirled slowly around, then bent over, hands on the bathtub pooching her ass to the spy scope in the window.
	“HEY!  WHATCHA DOIN’ UP THERE!” shouted up a voice.  Bobby.
	Busted.  Peter freaked and dropped the spy scope pipe and contraption box.  Greg shook his head, how were they going to explain this one.  Both boys hurriedly dashed out of the room, working their hard cocks back inside their pants.
	August let them work it out themselves, if there was trouble he would see what he could do about it, but right now--there was something more to tend to.

	Despite the fact that she was homely, demure, quiet and shy, she was not a virgin.  Both her pussy & asshole had received cock, from a so-so boyfriend, an older brother, AND a favorite uncle.  She did not engage immorally overly willingly, but was rather talked into it.  Her brother was five years older than she and had been poking her since she was very little.  Her uncle had only gotten into the picture in the last year--after catching her and her brother going at it.
	August took his turn, right in the middle of which there was a polite knock on the door, “Stacie, everything all right in there?” Marcia’s concerned voice.
	‘Say that you are okay, say that it’s your monthly.’
	“Stacie” said what was told to her, ‘nuff said.  August completed his task, filling her asshole nicely with Entity spunk.  He then stood the girl up, fondled her breasts and rubbed his cock against her pussy.
	“Stacie, do you need anything, do you want me to get my mom?” Marcia’s pesky concerned voice interrupted August from doing anything more.  He pulled the girl’s panties up, kissed her on the mouth and then sent her on her way.
	Greg and Peter returned, Peter holding his gadgetry contraption, bitching about how it was broken and something about how he’d never get into the super sleuth spy club now.  Greg was disgusted, seemed to look around for somebody, then went into the bathroom.
	At first he listened at the girls’ door, then took a peek into the toilet--Stacie hadn’t flushed and there were “floaters” floating in the sea of tranquility.  “Oh gross!” he bitched.  He flushed and was going to go bitch to his sister, but held back and returned to his room, flopped on the bed and gouged his favorite organ.

	August figured there was probably a lot he could do, he could zap the entire family and have all sorts of fun with them, but the real fun was seeing how they progressed on their own.  He (and Char) weren’t going anywheres anytime soon anyhow.)
	In the early 70s, families were still families, they ate together, had one tv, got along--for the most part, and were a well blended congenial family.  After a pleasing dinner the kids wandered off to do their homework, chat on the phone, and play until dark in the backyard.  Greg was the one most het up about eyeing his sisters, with drifting thoughts about “Stacie” and his mother, too.
	Mike Brady was something of an architect and confined himself to the den adjacent to the sunken living room.  Marcia and her biological mother tended to some mother-daughter doings in the family room, sewing.  Greg busied himself playing a guitar.
	Jan was in the bath.  August watched her, she was joined by little Cindy.  August was highly intrigued, Greg’s guitar playing could be heard from clear down in the living room.  Bobby and Peter were in their room doing homework and goofing off before bed.
	August held fast in the bathroom--much more entertaining.  The girls splashed about and played, but not sexually, not yet anyways…
	Cindy and Jan were actually a little too old to be bathing together, but it was apparently overlooked.  Which was okay with August.  With Cindy being so young, eight-ish, and engaging so many utilities of the Device, August was a little unsure if he could safely “zap” her.
	But he did.
	She quieted down and remained motionless.  August nailed Jan and then the real fun was to begin.  He firstly had Cindy stand up.  Exploring her young poon she was virginal.  As was her asshole.  August fingered her and kissed her on the mouth, squeezing her ass before scooping her up and grinding against her.  
	Probing her young mind was okay, but there was nothing there to uncover.  She saw her brothers naked a couple of times, they had all gone camping somewhere and she had seen them all peeing.  No biggie.  She had bathed with Marcia a couple of times, but usually it was with Jan.  She had never been molested and hadn’t fingered herself except for when peeing and the subsequent wiping thereafter.
	While continuing to hump on Cindy’s poon, he had Jan stand up.  Jan did.  She, too, was virginal.  She, too, had seen her brother’s naked, she had seen her new daddy naked, too--peeing and playing with himself.
	She had been kissed by a boy, but nothing serious.  She had just gotten to the stage of fingering herself, she also fingered her asshole, but used a smooth shaped wooden object to sodomize herself.  She was also into vegetable fucking.	
	August fingered the girl, she was virginal in the sense that no boy dick had invaded her, but her poon was broken in the sense that she took on bananas, cucumbers, zucchini, and the smooth makeshift dildo she had found while camping.
	Other than that she was naïve and not so wise about boys and sex.
	He turned the girl about having her lock her hands on the tub, with Cindy on his lap, his cock pressed against her pussy, he finger fucked Jan’s pooter, licking her hole and -- and -- and----
	And soon he was up sliding his prick into Jan’s tight shitter.  A cucumber she barely could get her fingers around she had stuffed up her butt, not all the way but close counts.  August stuffed her and humped madly until soiling her anal tract.
	After sitting on the toilet he had Cindy suck the goo off of her sister’s rim as well as suck the head of his cock clean.  He worked into the girl’s mind that the awful taste was actually tasty.  For Jan he did likewise, and had her suck his cock wholly and fully.
	He then bathed with the both of them and turned Jan around, having her occupy his lap.  His cock entered her pussy and he nailed her.  She was still tight enough, still snug, still mostly virginal.  The vegetable fucking hadn’t totally lambasted her cunny, her hymen was broken but she was a slut--well, maybe in the vegetable world she was…
	His cum filled the young girl’s quim, it was a good relief.  His cock screamed, he rubbed it all over her quim area, squeezing her ass and desiring to shag her in the ass, when--
	“Hey, Jan, or whoever, you going to be in there all night?”
	The voice of Peter.
	These interruptions were annoying.
	Only having a few quick moments he tapped Jan, would she be interested in being naughty with Peter?
	No.  well, maybe.  She was mildly curious about the nudity of boys, but not so much as her brothers.  She didn’t think.  No.  well, maybe.  Curious.  Maybe.
	August put the girl back in the tub and put to “sleep.”  Cindy, too.
	Then he let Peter in, who was also “sleeping.”
	Would Peter be interested in Jan (under the right circumstances?)
	Possibly, maybe, not sure.
	What about Marcia?
	Definitely.  Surely.  Oh Yeah!  But he knew she would slap his face and tell their combined parents.  
	August tempted the boy, posing a “what if” scenario, a situation, a plausible.  He inserted Jan’s image, naked in the bathroom, in the bathtub, security measures were installed and it was safe (enough).
	He had to pee, and though he could just as easily utilize his parents’ bathroom, or the bathroom downstairs, he was to use the shared bathroom.  He had asked Jan if it was okay for him to come in, “I really gotta go.” to his surprise she said, “Sure.”
	There WAS a green vinyl curtain that could be drawn.
	But upon entering the bathroom the curtain was “open.”
	(And although Cindy was in the tub, she was NOT in Peter’s mind.)
	Peter walked over to the toilet, whipped out his schlong and proceeded to pee.  Right in full view of Jan.  Jan watched him.  She huddled in the tub, bathing.  After peeing, he did the shake and flushed, then turned away from Jan--but Jan spoke, “You don’t have to go, Peter.”
	Peter froze and stood still.
	“Have you taken your bath tonight, Peter?”
	Peter gulped, sweated, and got major wood.  He shook his head.
	“You can take one with me.”
	Peter turned and looked to his naked sister and slowly began undressing.
	August smiled.  It played out nicely in the young fella’s mind.  Now he tried it out in Jan’s.
	Jan was a little more hesitant.  She was not sexually attracted to Peter, she was to Greg, she had seen the boys (all of them, including their father) peeing.  She had seen little Bobby when he was a wee bit younger streaking thru the house.  She had seen Greg naked when her mother was dating the boy’s father--and they were all at their house, she accidentally saw Greg, though he was merely eleven at the time, and she was approx. nine.
	But of them all--she guessed Peter would be the one most likely to be able to be kinda nasty with.  Greg was possible, too--when he wasn’t wrapped up doing something for school or gussing up for a date, some stupid sport, or--
	But could she tolerate Peter’s Scenario?
	If he tapped on the door and said he needed to pee, badly; he couldn’t get to the other bathrooms, etc.  Would Jan let him come in?  
	Briefly Jan would oblige him, but was seen jumping out of the tub and wrapping herself up an darting into her bedroom.
	August nipped that one for her.
	She was more in tune to accepting a little bit of naughtiness, she just feared getting caught.  She didn’t want anyone else to know.  And August saw a brief glimpse of something else of interest.  He took the moment to peek--AH!  She wanted to finger Marcia’s pussy!
	She wanted Marcia to finger and lick her!  She wanted to see Marcia shoving vegetable into her quim and asshole--as well as having the dear sister cram those items into her!
	She had no other sexual cravings, but a mild one about her new daddy.

	August tapped his fingers together and set the Peter/Jan Scenario in motion.  Peter entered the bathroom, walked up to the toilet, whipped it out, and proceeded to pee.  (although he didn’t actually urinate at all.)  Jan sat in the back of the bathtub; oblivious, too, to Cindy’s presence.
	August hefted Cindy out of the tub and held her to himself while Peter finished his toidy business.  
	“You wanna take a bath?” Jan squeaked.  She didn’t exactly follow the script, but that was okay.
	He turned, gulped for air, licked his lips, and shrugged.  Jan sat up and let him see her nobbies.  The bubbles in the tub had long since dissipated, it was now murky.
	‘Jan, stand up.’
	Jan held back a moment, Peter had his fingers slowly working on his rustic brown cords, undoing the brass fastener and re-unzipping.  Peter gazed at Jan’s nudity.
	‘Take your pants down, Peter.’
	In a zombie-like daze Peter complied.  He slowly stripped off the remainder of his clothes and stepped into the tub.
	‘Jan, take his cock, hold it, stroke it.  Fondle his balls and caress his ass.’ this caused the girl to have to step up closer to him.  Peter’s peter grew stiffer.  He too began (on his own) caressing Jan’s ass, staring at her itty-bitty AA titties.  
	‘Kiss her.’ spoke the Voice.
	‘Kiss him.’ whispered the Unseen…
	Both youngsters embraced and began swapping spit.
	After a bit of this, ’Jan, turn around, “assume the position.”’
	Jan complied, Peter caressed the “offering”, then went down and tongued the crap chute, fingered it, admired it, and then “poked” it with his cock.

	While Peter and Jan fooled around in the tub, August directing and fingering Cindy; Charlotte spied on the others.  She had the luxury of traipsing about safely unseen, August determining that it was because they were in a different data-time stream--they were not visible to sight period and not due to the Device.
	She found Carol in a convo with a late evening visiting friend who was having a crisis in the family room.  Greg was in the living room writing a “hit song.”  Sneaking passed behind him was Marcia, slipping to the adjoining den where her father was working at his drafting table.
	She did nothing but stand at the doorway, hands folded before her.  She then slowly backed up and dashed up the stairs to her bedroom.  Mike cracked a cheek and let one rip.  Greg cut one, too (like father like son.)  Greg paid it no mind, nor did Mike.  Greg strummed his guitar but wasn’t happy with the notes or the tune or the song.  He lay back in a frump staring up to the ceiling.  In a few minutes he was asleep.
	Marcia returned, wearing a frilly mid thigh length pajama top covering.  She was something!  Young, pretty, golden hair, bouncy breasts not held back by a bra, young.
	She took note of Greg, and realized that he was sleeping.  She could hear the voices of her mother and her friend.  She stood poised at the entrance to the den, sucked in her breath and backed up.
	Her heels hit the bottom of the stairs, she paused, looked very thoughtful, chewed about it, then nodded to herself and returned to the doorway of the den.  This time she entered within, traipsing inward slowly and quietly.
	The den was “sunken”, too.  Carefully she made her way, the den had a fireplace, a loveseat, filing cabinet, a couple of chairs, and the drafting table. He seemed most preoccupied and involved with his work, Marcia strolled up to him in a near glide.
	He cocked his head looking at her in a glance.
	“Isn’t it about bedtime?” he said in a fatherly tone.
	Marcia smiled and nodded.  She peered at his work like she was interested.  “I-I just wanted to come and say goodnight.” to wit the new daddy nodded and accepted that with grace.  He hugged his new daughter (of three years but still) then returned to pouring himself into his work.
	Marcia, however, did not immediately leave.
	“Was there something else?” he asked of her.
	Marcia shook her head, “No.” then leaned against him.  Mike put his arm about her, hugged, then Marcia leaned forward.  
	“New building project, huh?” duh--ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
	Mike made an “uh-huh” sound of somewhat annoyance.
	“You have to be real smart to know about this stuff, huh?”
	“That goes without saying.”
	“When did you know you wanted to do this?”
	“Oh, always had an interest in buildings and their structure.” he mused about building houses out of mud when he was a wee boy, building houses from wood, tree houses, and so on and so on.
	As he spoke, Marcia leaned forward more and more, casually inching up her already short “baby-doll” nightgown--to the point of exposing her rear end.
	Her BARE rear end.
	She was nervous, biting her lip, slightly trembling, unsure.
	Mike leaned back and took note of the bareness.
	He took a strong note that lingered.
	His right hand dropped down, the hand was shaking, his left hand came to rest on his crotch, his groin had some action going on.  Marcia leaned forward more still, her nightgown fully up to expose her ass.
	It was a very bold and daring thing--beings as the door to the den was wide open, Greg was still up and could awaken at anytime to boogy upstairs, pop his head in to say goodnight to his dad; Carol was still up, too.
	Mike finally lightly ever so lightly brought his hand up to his daughter’s ass.  Both closed their eyes, pursing their lips, thoughts to their own.  In slow circles Mike caressed Marcia’s ass, then delved a daring finger to her tight poop chute.
	Marcia moved right up against him, looking back over her shoulder to her father, then curiously to his crotch where his hand hid his growing erection.  
	Nothing was said, Charlotte--standing right up close by wished August was with her to see.  He was missing something good!  (course, he was thinking the same of her!)
	Marcia then placed her hand to her own ass, rubbing and finding her father’s hand.  She squeezed his fatherly hand and had him make small circles until he did so on his own.  His fingers probed the innerness of her ass, one finger poking her pert dung hole.
	Her pussy was on fire, she felt a curious tingling sensation going on.  She grew embarrassed and stood up.  Mike hugged her shoulders and she placed her dainty girlish hands right on his bulge.  Mike began to sweat, big time.  He felt his heart pounding and a lump formed in his throat.  This couldn’t be--it just couldn’t.
	But it was.  Marcia bowed her head--she was greatly embarrassed, and horny.  Mike raised her by the chin, “Marcia, do you know what you are doing?” to wit the young teen nodded quickly with lips pursed--and then squeezed his bulging penis.
	Mike stared down to her young hands enticing his prick.
	“Honey, we can’t do this.”
	“Why not?”
	He couldn’t answer, there were too many answers and he couldn’t pick just one.
	“It’s okay, daddy, I want to.”
	He was floored.  Charlotte was amused--and August was missing it!
	Slowly Mike sat back some, one hand on his thigh, the other gently caressing Marcia’s shoulders--inching down to her ass.  As she squeezed his aching bone he went up her shortie nightgown and fondled her bare ass (some more).
	After a moment or so she began fumbling trying to unleash his daddy dong.  “Marcia…” he breathed, he shook his head totally mesmerized at what she was doing.  He finally lent a hand and unfastened his dark green golfer’s slacks.  Marcia unzipped them and there his prick was, pocking out of his boxers!
	Marcia eyed the offering, it was, it was thick, it was hard.  And it was hard in her dainty hands.  Already there was pre-cum glistening on the knob.  “Oh daddy!” she mouthed.  She gripped the pecker and stroked it, it was SOOOO much better than the vegetables she had secretly been screwing with.  Mike was astounded and opened his legs some, bringing out his balls and really letting her have a go.
	Marcia’s eyes feasted on the schlong, her mouth parted slightly and she lowered her head down; Mike reeled back, anticipating something wondrous.  He lightly placed his hand on the back of her neck, his other hand squeezing the base of his dick and angling it towards the willing teen’s mouth.  Carol had never given him head and he so did enjoy.
	But voices interrupted any “enjoyment.”  Marcia nearly fled out of the den, Mike nearly had himself a heart attack.  Carol’s friend was leaving and Greg had been woken up.  Mike had a hell of a time tucking his 7-incher back where it belonged.  He had nearly gotten a blowjob from his 13 yr old step-daughter!

                                                          *****

	Jan made a big face of displeasure as the milky white goo spewed out of Peter’s peter.  She spat it out, but continued to jerk his pud that waggled before her so-so pretty face.  He had corn holed her, licking her asshole and taint, fingering her pussy.  Then, while in doggy style in the tub he entered both her pussy and asshole.  He had tried desperately to “cum” but when each orgasmic arrival came his knees hurt and he lost momentum.
	Finally, though--with his willy cleaned (Jan in no way was going to suck him knowing his cock had just come from her pussy & asshole!)  She sucked him, his balls, squeezed his ass and got into it!
	August got into Cindy--fingering her little poon, laying her out on the bath rugs, legs up, licking her pussy and then laying his cock against her virginal quim and humping until he soiled her.  With his spunk matter he diddled a finger in it, then had her suck it (the finger) clean.  He then got the little one to finger her ownself and suck her own fingers.
	The sound of someone flying into a bedroom disrupted any further narliness.  August checked and saw Marcia in a curious state.  She saw that her room was empty, she closed & locked her bedroom door from the hall, then quietly locked the bathroom door, too.  Then, she flung herself onto her bed, face down--ass up.
	August was highly aroused and pushed Cindy’s mouth down onto his soiled schlong.  Marcia began furiously friggin’ her pussy, she wore no panties and was in a serious-serious state of horny.  August wanted to help her out, but he came in Cindy’s mouth instead.  In the tub Jan lay on her back up against the back of it with Peter on her--in her.  They were fucking.
	Bobby knocked on the door from the boys’ side.  August was getting pissed.  He whirled about it, did the see-thru-walls trick, then zapped the little squirt, made him strip off his clothes and get ONTO his bed, not in it.  He kept the bed in sleep mode while he finished up in the bathroom.
	Marcia did not manage to bring herself to orgasm, but close counts.  She was relaxed enough to be calm.  She lay in a heap on her bed, rubbing her ass, spanking herself and driving August mad with lust.
	Slowly he regained his own composure, removed Peter from the tub, then reinstalled Cindy.  To both girls he returned them to their bath playing antics, neither aware of the naked Peter or August.
	August then returned Peter to his room, but naked and semi-wet.  Peter got under the covers and went to a peaceful sleep.  While Jan and Cindy finished up in the tub, Jan a little befuddled and extra horny, August “visited” Marcia.
	To her hole he licked, fingered, and poked.  It was during this time he so noted from her mind that was more relaxed than before that he got a glimpse of the girl sexually engaged.  He tried to glean WHO she was sexing, he saw several images--but they were false ones.  There was Greg, her father, a boy he did not know, some man, Dezi Arnez Jr. …
	But those were all falsities, Marcia had the hots or something like, with someone she was secretly shielding.  Given a little more time August would have the answer.  But he poked her, enjoyed a romp in her pussy, sucked on her delightful young budding breasts, then left her in a furious state of sexual awe.
	He returned to the boys’ room to find Carol there--eyeing her young son Bobby, and his itty-bitty dinky.  Peter was sound to sleep, Greg was not in the room just yet.  Bobby slept up on the top bunk of the single bunk bed.  Greg had a bed to his own.  Peter slept on the bottom of the bunk.  Carol stood eyeing Bobby’s bob.  Carefully she raised his legs, pulled back the covers and covered him.
	‘Carol--Carol, do you WANT to TOUCH Bobby’s cock?’
	Carol immediately answered NO in her head.
	But August determined that that was not quite so.
	‘No one is watching, touch him.’
	Carol couldn’t.  She wouldn’t.  She just couldn’t.  
	But she DID yearn to, she did.  She gulped, sweated, and grew frantic.
	‘This is your chance, Carol; take the covers down and fondle him.’
	And Carol did so.  She fondle little Bobby, cupping his very hairless testicles, playing with his pud and creaming her panties.  August stepped up behind her, working those panties down, pressing his cock against her ass crack, fingers working her pussy into a frenzy.
	‘Suck his cock, Carol.’
	Carol held back, she couldn’t, she wouldn’t, she shouldn’t.
	But she did.  She leaned up and August helped pull the boy over and Carol latched onto his little dinkus and sucked him, balls and all.  She caressed his ass, then raised his legs and examined his clean unstained poop chute.  Her pussy was cumming.  She had strong illicit lust embedded within her.
	‘You want him to FUCK you, don’t you Carol?’
	She did.  She wanted Peter, Greg, and Bobby to fuck her pussy righteously.  She wanted to be fucked in the ass, peed on, spanked, and to see the boys shooting their wads down her throat.  She secretly desired to be a dirty girl.  But she was a mother, a wife, a Christian, a pillar, a prim & proper girl.  She couldn’t, she wouldn’t, she shouldn’t.
	More voices disrupted any possible shenanigans.  August put Bobby under the covers, Carol’s quim was soaked in her personal juices, her panties down mid thigh.  Greg and his father were yapping out in the hall.
	Jan and Cindy had finally completed their bath time, dried, dried one another, then scurried into their bedroom, dressed, brushed one another’s hair, then slipped into bed.  Carol left the boy’s room to her own bathroom.  Mike checked on his other two boys then left the room.  Greg peeled out of his clothes and reveled the fact that he had a major erection going--caused duly to Carol’s visiting friend.  He wanted to doink the woman badly.
	He jerked off before slipping under the covers of his bed, butt bare assed naked.  In the girls’ bedroom Mike sat on Marcia’s bed, she was awake.  He gently caressed Marcia’s nude ass, fingering her crack and hole, and getting to feel her pussy, too.
	Marcia moved back to undoing his pants and working out his cock.  The bedroom door was open, Jan and Cindy were sound to sleep, all the lights were out.  Marcia scooted up to where her lips greeted her father’s soiled nob.
	He rubbed the dong against the girl’s lips, her nose, and face cheeks before it went slipping into her delightful thirteen year old mouth.  She sucked just on the head, but that was okay with Mike…
	She smacked her lips and backed up, squeezed the hot member in her hands, pulled the skin tight and then returned to engulfing the cock head.  Mike slowly began inching himself into her mouth, deeper and deeper.  She had a small mouth and couldn’t possibly engulf the whole thing.  She didn’t have a good vacuum going, either--but that was okay--a suck from a young girl was just as good.
	Carol was coming down the hall--after friggin’ herself in her master bathroom.  August didn’t want to be disturbed again so he simply zapped her to a standstill in the hall--thusly allowing Mike to complete his task with his daughter.
	It didn’t take long, he finally unleashed a massive wad of man spunk, Marcia choked and gagged, retched and spat the goo back out onto his dong.  Mike didn’t mind and knew then she was not an avid cocksucker.  He smeared his cock against her face and throat.  Marcia quickly trying to recover humped his cock.  
	It was then Mike realized that she was finger banging herself.
	‘Go into the bathroom, shut the doors.’
	Mike said nothing but nodded to his precious daughter and they both eased into the bathroom; whereupon Marcia pulled off her nightgown and Mike lowered his trousers and stepped out of them.  Marcia ogled his manly prick--with admiration.  She gripped it, clutched his balls, and as his leaking pud began to droop she took it into her mouth and began resucking it.
	When it was indeed once more as stiff as possible, Marcia (on her own) turned about and BENT OVER.  She parted her cheeks.  Mike went to his knees, he clutched at the lovely young ass, nuzzling his nose into the hole he began licking and becoming more and more aroused.
	‘Marcia, lay across the toilet.’
	Marcia moved to the toilet and lay across it.  Mike needed no help or Unseen instruction, he moved into position and poked his daughter’s asshole, gouged her quim and entered her pussy.  He was not alarmed to find that she was “receiving.”  he just fucked to fuck and to cum.
	He pulled out a time or two and then fucked her asshole, too.
	Marcia was uncomfortable on the toilet, they moved to lay on the floor with Marcia in the Missionary Position, holding her legs back at the knees and letting her new daddy fuck her pussy and asshole.
	He was in her asshole when the orgasm came.  He emptied his manly spunk therein, rested his aching prick against her dainty lovely quim.  They kissed, he fondled her breasts and they lay in lusty afterglow, his cock leaking onto her thigh.
	‘Marcia, take a bath.  Mike, take a bath with Marcia.’
	“Are we having fun, or what!?’ smirked Charlotte.  August hugged her and with her ass on the sink counter he fucked the beeJesus out of her.  Mike and Marcia engaged sexually again, Marcia occupying her father’s lap and taking his manhood into her pussy and asshole.  He came a second time, shooting off into her cunny.
	Later on that night he banged Carol until they both passed out in sexual fulfillment bliss.

                                                        Disturbing

	Sunshine, it was bright and warm.  The landscape sprawled out vastly, with a forest beginning right at the horizon.  Deep gorges ran along the ridge, there were gulleys and incredible boulders jutting up from the sand towering some 50 to 200 feet.
	A lizard came out to sun himself on a smaller boulder.  The sun began to bake the ground but it was still early enough in the morn to be tolerable.  Off in the distance at where the forest was a drone of chopper blades could be heard.	
	So preoccupied was he that he was not aware of her presence until she and politely sat beside him.
	“I can’t go back in there.” he stated.
	“I know.”
	“He’s crazy.”
	No comment.
	“What are you going to do?”
	He shrugged then looked out to the forest some miles away.
	“If you run--”
	“He’ll come after me.”
	A long pause, then, “Will he kill me?”
	She shrugged.  The boy returned his attention to the lizard who was still sunning himself.  The girl bent to where she was near in two, arms wrapped about her knees.  She was still very nude.  In the bright sunlight she looked even more pale.
	“What should I do?” he pleaded.
	The door to the miner’s shack squeaked open, the Tormentor stepped out, fondling himself and staring at the boy.  The girl didn’t turn her head, she knew he was there.
	“He’s crazy.” piped Hunter.
	“Yep.” replied Wendsy.
	The lizard leaped off the boulder, the sun grew warmer, all was silent on the landscape.  “Please come back inside.” it wasn’t often Wendsy said “please.”  Hunter looked to her, rolled a shoulder and seemed disgusted.  Back inside the cabin, with that crazy bastard Gunther.  He didn’t know how much more he could endure.
	Wendsy eased up from her position and reached out for Hunter.
	Hunter took her hand and together they made their way back to the shack.  They DID pause at the tow truck, “Do you know how to drive a stick?” Wendsy asked of him.
	Sadly Hunter shook his head that he did not.
	Wendsy took his hand and tugged him along.

	Inside the cabin Stephanie and Carlie lay 69ing one another.  Carlie on top, her ass and backside, back of legs were marred with red marks from the iron strap.  She held Stephanie’s legs back in a locked position behind her shoulders, busily she licked on the girl’s cunny, finger fucking and sodomizing her with a small piece of pipe.
	Stephanie merely tongued Carlie’s cunt, holding onto the girl’s ass and just simply licking.
	“September’s cock needs a rest,” said Gunther, he patted Carlie’s ass, parting the cheek.  ‘nuff said.  Hunter knew.  He wasn’t in the mood, though.  Wendsy guided him over, taking him by the cock lead. Positioned behind Carlie Wendsy went to her knees and began sucking on Hunter’s cock.
	Hunter was pleased, Wendsy was good.  She sucked his cock whole and slurped in his young balls, too.  She squeezed his ass hard as well as shoved a finger into her rectum.  In not so much time the young boy had a dynamic boner going.  Wendsy popped the member out and guided it to Carlie’s backdoor.
	Hunter not wanting to lose the “feeling” happily stuffed Carlie’s corn hole and got with the humping.
	Seconds before he was to cum Gunther laid the metal strap to his bare ass.  Hunter humped harder and faster, he shocked and in some minor discomfort.  The metal strap was blazing hot and Gunther spanked him several times until he (Hunter) emptied his wad totally into Carlie’s hole.
	“Clean her hole.” barked Gunther.
	Hunter thought he was being spoken to, but Wendsy pulled Hunter back, consoling his searing ass.  Stephanie timidly flicked her tongue up to Carlie’s soiled dirt chute and licked it clean.
	Hunter rubbed his searing ass, assuming that either it was punishment or just a part of the scheme of things.  (or it could be that Gunther Tallywick was just a dick!)
	September worked on fashioning another branding iron, the first had been a protype and rushed.  Darla lay under the cot curled up, shivering not from cold but sheer fright.
	The four wee little girls (Tammy-5  Mary Kate & Ashley-6  and Andrea-3) were by the pot bellied stove for warmth huddled together in a corner.  Gunther fondled his cock, slapped it, then stood and went to the door.  With it opened he blew some butt blasts into the room, scratched his ass and balls and then stepped out, shutting the door behind him.
	Hunter rubbed his own aching dong, he couldn’t fuck another hole!
	Though he had initially found Darla, Stephanie, Carlie very pretty and worthy of a good doinking, it had gone too far and he didn’t want too any longer.  But Gunther.  He was dangerous!
	His eyes came to rest on Wendsy.  There was nothing to glean from the stoic expression.  She was plain and gave no indication of her mood whatsoever.  Hunter looked to the two hapless girls on the cot, still licking despite the fact their Tormentor had left.
	The wheels in Hunter’s head were turning.  His eyes roamed about the interior of the shack.  It had once been merely a cave carved into the hillside, or a natural cave enhanced somewhat, then some old desert fart created a shack façade.
	There were heaps of crap here, more crap over there, a big pile of crap in the very back.  Broken cots, pallets, a wooden mining buckets.  Hunter took note of one of the piles of crap, he selected an item--it was an old blade.  It had once been a quality Bowie knife, but had long since lost its handle.  The blade itself could use some TLC, but it would do.
	When he turned around, Wendsy was there staring at him.  She knew.
	Hunter had only concocted a portion of his plan, the end of his plan was a little fuzzy.  He just wanted to be away.  Gunther was a dangerous son-of-a-bitch and he no longer wanted any part of him.