August Moone
Book 2
Roadtrips and Sidetrips
Chapter 25
Best Laid Plans

	“Hurry up!”
	“It won’t start!”
	“Goddamn it!”
	He looked back to the shack, any minute the tyrant was going to come busting thru the door--more pissed off than ever.  He grabbed up Andrea, Wendsy grabbed up Tammy, Darla picked up Mary Kate while Stephanie got Ashley and Carlie carried herself.
	September shrugged and got a bad look from his sister.  Was the truck really fucked and unable to start or what.  Hunter wasted no time, he looked to the shack one more time and then struck to the nearest gully.
	In the shack Gunther struggled to regain his senses, he had been tripped up, literally upon his return.  Coming thru the door he didn’t see the trip wire (actually rope) set up.  It was pulled taut and Gunther went down, as he struggled to regain himself, something came bashing o’er his head and he assuredly lost consciousness.
	Hunter’s hands were scalded by the pot bellied stove’s pipe, but it was necessary to ensure their escape.  The truck, however, was a no-go.
	And though September was Wendsy’s brother--that didn’t mean nothing.  They scurried down the nearest gully, slipping and sliding all the way.  Hunter tripped and fell, he tried to protect himself and the little girl he was carrying--three year old Andrea.  Their collision with the hard packed gully sand sent naked Andrea out of his arms and the wind out of his lungs.
	A moment was needed to gather one’s self, no one had made the “trip” down the gully bank without peril.  Hunter looked up both ways of the gully, its banks towering some fifty-one hundred feet.  He had no idea which way to go, nor did he really care--just to be away from that crazy fuck was enough.
	Quickly they moved nakedly along the side of the gully, it was less likely to be unkind to the soles of one’s bare feet.  The sun was early in rising but already giving signs of searing them.
	Andrea and Tammy were criers.  Ashley and Mary Kate were sobbers.  Carlie remained silent while Darla and Stephanie complained.  Hunter didn’t know if it was a good idea or not, but anything was better than dealing with that maniac.  He was nuts!   Hunter pushed down his involvement, buried the slight pleasures he had desired and enjoyed.  Wendsy was actually about as young as he wished to fuck, Darla, Stephanie, Carlie--all too young.  Tammy and Andrea were just WAY too young.
	The gully was serpentine-like, swishing this way and that but mostly remaining level with the same bank height.  The temperature soon began to heat up, it could be felt on their bare skin the torment of sunburn.  They were all tired, thirsty, and very hungry.  But sheer fear drove them on, well, all except Wendsy and September were in fear.  
	There came a great crack along the right bank, it was passable and seemed to go for quite away and angled up.  They needed water, water and clothes and shelter.  Hunter hoped to wait out the son-of-a-bitch with the big dick, maybe he’d get pissed and go back to wherever the fuck he came from.
	Hunter went into the passage-crack alone, he found that it was much cooler within, but there was no water, no clothes, and no way up.  The crack closed in and he saw a scorpion under a rock.
	Scorpions.  Snakes.  Spiders.  Traipsing out into the desert unprotected was NOT a good idea.  He looked to Wendsy, glanced at September.  He shook his head, he couldn’t go back to the shack, that maniacal freak was just too dangerous!
	Wendsy offered no help, no suggestion.  Hunter already knew what he had to do; for his sake as well as the little kids.  He sighed and slumped on a warm boulder thinking.
	His thinking was disrupted by a sound--a vehicle.
	They all looked around wildly, then September looked up to the top of the gully.  “Up there!” he shouted.  
	The vehicle drew closer, seemed to be lumbering.  Wendsy squinted her dark mysterious eyes, raised her face and seemed to be (doing something mysterious.)
	Hunter did what he could to climb up the rocky crumbly walls of the gully banks, he fell once, then twice, then sprained his ankle the third time.  But he was relentless and determined to make good his escape into a rescue.
	His naked penis got pinched as he once more ascended to the top of the gully.  The vehicle had come very close and was moving away.  The surface of the gully bank was very warm and not very safe or secure.
	Hunter at length came to the top and scrambled up--only to see dust flying up from behind the vehicle moving away.
	“HEY!” he yelled.  “HEY!  Over here!” he jumped up and down, flailing his arms and yelling as loud as he could.  The landscape seemed to take a big dip and slope down some.  He could see that the gully canal swished one way and emptied out into the sloped flat land beyond.
	He peeked over the edge, “Go on, it empties out not too far away.”
	The sand was hot on his feet, there were sharp stones and plenty of stickers.  He fell once and skint up his knee badly.  His sprained ankle held him up from actually doing any running.
	The dust cloud seemed to be less stirred up, and Hunter no longer heard the vehicle’s lumbering engine.  All was basically quiet on the land.  Hunter plodded on, coming to a stop by a rock to catch his breath and pant.  His ankle hurt terribly, along with his hands and knees that were all skinned up from his climb (and previous fallings)
	The dust cloud before him began to settle and something loomed out from it.  A tall figure.  It stood still and then was recognizable.  Hunter lost his breath again and tried to back peddle as quickly as possible.
	Gunther Tallywick, though, had two good legs and changed after Hunter.  Grabbing him by the ear and hair and dragging him along back to the tow truck.  The door was opened and Hunter was roughly lain across the driver’s side, knees on the running board.  Though Gunther was unclothed, he had his belt and used it.
	Hunter screamed and twisted but was no match for the powerful man, Hunter’s backside, legs, ass were already blistered raw by the sun, now the terrible asswipe was making it one hundred times worse.
	“Stop it!” cried out a voice.  There was pain ringing in Hunter’s ears and he wasn’t sure who the voice was.  His thoughts were all jumbled and on fire, along with his person.
	The beating, though, thankfully stopped.
	The passenger door soon opened and September began ushering in the kiddies.  Wendsy crawled in and sat pulling Hunter up.  Little Andrea sat on Wendsy’s lap and then shuffled herself over to Hunter and hugged him.  Gunther slid into the driver’s side and fired the old truck up.
	They returned to the hidden miner’s shack.  The proverbial shit was about to hit the fan.
	                         Balls Itch and other Finger Exercises

	When the house was finally empty, ‘cept for the wigged out dog, Tiger, August had Carol strip to her Birthday Suit and do the housework in the raw.  He rather enjoyed watching her prance about cleaning, doing the laundry, and watching her soap shows--al natural!
	Charlotte still was curious as to how they would be in wherever they were at, the time period.  And again August shook his head and shrugged his shoulders--he had no fucking idea.  “It’s random, totally fucking random.”
	He was sure that come the morrow she would ask again.
	They made love in the upstairs hallway, then in the bathroom, then doggie-styled it on the landing of the stairs.  Downstairs they fucked with Charlotte bent over the fluffy overstuffed arm of the sofa--Carol was doing the laundry at the time.  Charlotte rode August on the living room floor and then August nailed his lover on the dinning table before they were too exhausted to continue.
	Then, close to noon-o’clock there came a knock to the door.  August checked via the window and saw a young fella about 13 or so, handsome devil--could use a haircut, though.
	August put Carol back into her clothes and allowed her to be herself and answer the door.  The young lad was apparently collecting for the paper.  He was supposed to have already done so but it had slipped his mind and he was in trouble with the Paper, so he was using his lunch break from school to make good.
	They chatted briefly and August quickly peeked into the boy’s mind.
	He peeked into Carol’s, too.
	He smiled and found a mutual naughtiness.
	The boy, Eric, wanted to FUCK Ms. Brady.  She was a typical 1970s kind of gal, very nice looking, modern, well poised, spoke well, friendly, and had a nice bod.  Eric had a crush on her.  She had once put a bandage on his hand after he so gracefully entered the yard and slipped (tripped).  
	He was like most typical lads of the era, a little naïve about sex, but willing to find out!  He liked the girls of his age, and there were some teachers at his school, the school nurse, and other women on the block he knew that enticed him.  But Ms. Brady was tops.
	And for Ms. Brady--casually she thought of him naked, peeing, masturbating.  She wanted him.  She wanted to fondle him and be as nasty as possible.  August was shocked, but Ms. Brady was only exhibiting that of most women--secretly having sexual fantasies with young teen studs.
	Eric was NOT a stud, but he was handsome.
	But in now way could she, would she, should she engage immorally with him.  She was a mother, a wife, a pillar--
	And August saw a flash, an image Carol strove to keep buried and locked away.  August zapped both Carol and Eric, brought Eric into the house, then pried into Carol’s mind for what she was burying.
	Hmmmm, nothing much--she was just having a sexual romp with the minister’s sister’s wife!  They pounded one another’s pussy, frigged each other into an orgasmic state of being, kissed and sucked titty.  They also SPANKED one another and showered together.  They did this just every so often, SHE had been the friend visiting the night before and they had slightly tempted fate by kissing and being naughty.  But Carol was too squeamish to go too far--they were in her house, her husband and children were home and it just wasn’t proper.
	Down into the sunken living room they went, they all went.  Carol removed her clothes again, her underclothes were cast off already some where’s else.  Eric eased out of his clothes, August worked his wiles into their noggins, their being was mutual, it was an undying yearning that would not be denied.  And since they had the time, might as well make the best of it.
	Right on the soft shag carpet Carol laid out with thirteen year old Eric Hopewell boning her.  Cautiously and carefully August let go his hold on Carol, allowing her to be herself, realizing that she was being banged by the paperboy.  Eric, too, was slowly returned to himself until they were both well aware of what was going on.
	But neither stopped.  Both continued with Carol kissing on the boy and banging her hips and pussy into her young lover, gripping his lily white ass and backside.
	They rolled onto their sides and fucked and then Carol mounted the boy and fucked him into oblivion.  The boy drained his schlong into Carol’s quim, she coated the boy’s cock and balls with her own love juices.
	‘You a VIRGIN, Eric?’
	There was an image of a boy, about his age, with a boy a couple of years younger.  All naked at some remote quarry-like area, the quarry was filled with green brackish water.  The other boys were nude and swimming in the disgusting water.  After a time the boys sunned themselves and eventually began hand jobbing one another which ultimately led to sodomizing one another.  But nothing more.  
	It was seen, too, that Eric sodomized his three year old cousin while he was in charge of her when he was ten.  Nothing more.  He humped his hand and his bed and lusted for every girl he knew.
	Charlotte got into the act by sucking clean Eric’s pud, THEN, she turned her talented tongue to Carol’s pussy and licked it clean.  August then prompted Eric to poke Carol in the ass.  Mid way thru August took his schlong to Carol’s lovely quim and she was sandwiched.

	Eric left to continue collecting in a highly aroused state.  Carol felt slutty.  She bathed, showered, then lay on her bed fingering herself.  She picked up the phone a couple of times, August determined that she was going to call her friend for a gangbang; but put the phone down at the last moment, it was 2:30 and the kids would soon be home.
	Greg was the first to arrive.  August smiled and mused, the boy already had a boner going.  He and his mother chatted about typical stuff, she was in the midst of preparing a light before dinner snack for the kids coming home.
	‘Greg, would you like to bag your mother?’
	Greg looked around, gulped, then nodded.
	‘Carol, go to your room, take off ALL of your clothes, get on the bed.’
	Carol blinked her eyes, straightened up, then turned and made her way out of the kitchen, thru the open dinning room, past the living room, then up the stairs to her bedroom.
	‘Go on, Greg, follow her.’
	Greg did so, so did August and Charlotte.

	Greg’s eyes were bulging, along with his teen cock, watching as his lovely thirty-something mother stripped out of her clothes then laid out on her bed.  ‘Go on, Greg, get on her and have fun.’
	“And she won’t know?”
	‘Nope,’  not now anyways.
	Greg stripped off his clothes, lusted and leered at his nude mother, then went down to suck on her titties, finger her pussy, and then mount and guide his cock into her.  August took the time the boy’s ass was up in the air to fondle him.  Spank him, play with his balls and then take a devilish turn at buggering the boy.
	Greg didn’t mind or care, he endured and sucked on his mother’s nappy dugout and when after the Voice had completed its debauchery Greg entered into his.

	Jan and Peter came home nextly, Greg was just “finishing” with his mother, sitting back on his heels jacking off, watching his mother frig herself, his cum coating her pussy.
	‘Got any teachers in mind, Greg?’
	“Yeah, Mrs. Cromapple.”
	‘She hot?’
	“Oh yeah!” Greg smiled.
	‘Why don’t you go down and CLEAN your mother’s cunt, it’s your mess!’
	Greg wasn’t too opposed to tasting cum, but it was not overly met with pleasure.  He did comply and August smacked the boy’s ass, fingered his hole, and sodomized one more time.
	Jan and Cindy’s voices could be heard in the hallway, gossiping about school related stuff.
	‘Greg, would you like to FUCK Jan and Cindy?’
	Greg gulped and was shocked.  He stammered for the correct answer, but bowed his head embarrassed.  He refused to admit what he wanted with Cindy, but Jan was okay.
	‘You’d like Jan to SUCK your cock, your balls, right?  You want to LICK Jan’s pussy.  You want to FUCK Jan’s pussy, her asshole, her tiny young breasts?’
	Yep.
	‘And if you should see little Cindy naked, possibly fingering herself, legs open--would you go down on her, lick her out, hold her legs up and stick your dick into her?’
	Greg still balked, he broke out into an embarrassing sweat and got flustered--he didn’t know, not really, not for sure.  Maybe.
	Slowly Jan entered into the bedroom.  She was quiet, pretty, pretty cute, dressed in a nice yellow dress outfit.  She didn’t have much of a figure--but heck, she was eleven!
	Greg sat back masturbating, his mother on her stomach on her side of the bed.  Jan pulled off her dress and stood a half moment in her blue panties.  Then, slowly, she pulled the garment down and stood upright, Greg feasted his eyes on the bald poon, she had a light blond covering of poon pie covering that was near invisible.
	She stepped out of her clothes and lay on the bed, legs opened wide.
	‘Greg, go down on her, lick her pussy, finger fuck her asshole.’
	Greg complied, but he was still embarrassed and unsure.
	After a few good licks into the cunny he moved up the body to suck on the budding young breasts and sink his cock into her for a good loving fuck.  Thanks to Peter (and August) Jan was well broken in, but her poon was still thankfully tight and pleasing enough to give a snug fit to Greg’s cock.  He closed his eyes and enjoyed banging her.
	Cindy strolled in, she wore multi colored pants with a non-matching top.  She removed them and stood in basic white panties.  Greg watched her, still pumping into Jan.  He bit into his lip hard, thinking, concentrating.  Could he, should he?  Cindy was not even seven years old yet, not even!  But she sure was a darling!
	She slid her panties down.  Greg gulped and began to cum in Jan’s pussy.  He bucked hard into her, straining his cock to get every bit of goodness from the fuck.
	When he had completed the task and sat back on his ass, Charlotte sucked his cock clean as well as licked Jan’s pussy.  Little Cindy crawled up onto the bed and laid out opening her legs wide and fingering herself.  Greg was enticed.  He went down, on his own, and licked out his littlest sister.  He raised her legs and tongued her asshole, then glided his cock up against her mostly virgin pussy.
	He didn’t breach the young girl’s pussy--but close counts.  He humped strongly on her slit until he managed to spill his seed ONE MORE TIME.  Then he was well spent.  Charlotte once more sucked his cock clean as well as the spillage on Cindy’s snatch.

	Greg was exhausted, if not elated.  He retired to his bed an hour early.  Peter and Bobby soon followed with Jan and Cindy directly behind.  Carol stayed up an hour after the kids had gone to bed, then she, too, tottled off leaving hubby Mike in the den working on his latest project.
	Just half an hour after hearing her mother go to bed young horny lustful Marcia was up.  She slipped off her panties and changed from her two piece pajamas to her shortie nightgown.  Once more she traipsed down the stairs…
	She found her father hard at work in his den.  The house was quiet with all in bed.  (‘cept for a few mice…)  Slowly she crept up, Mike becoming aware of her presence due to the fact that she was wearing some light perfume.  He stopped doing what he was doing and hugged his daughter.  She hugged back and nestled her head against him staring at his confusing drawing.
	Mike’s hand (on his own) dropped down to caress Marcia’s backside.  Marcia repositioned herself to lean against the drawing table, inching up her nightie, revealing once more the simple fact that she wore nothing else.
	A bead of sweat appeared on Mike’s brow and upper lip, eyes taking in his daughter’s naked ass.  Semi nervously Marcia simply eased the garment off and stood butt bare ass naked.  She blushed and grinned and Mike struggled to breathe.
	Marcia hugged her father again, squeezing him hard.  Mike returned the squeeze then helped her up onto his lap.  Marcia lay “side saddle-like”, Mike rolling his eyes all over her nudity.  He had a dozen or so words he wanted to say to her, but none would formulate enough umph to get out his mouth.
	Marcia finally turned to straddle him, hugging him some more with one hand sneaking down to grip his bulge.  She blushed and grinned some more.  Mike placed his own hands onto Marcia’s ass, eyes closed, deeply fantasizing.
	“Oh daddy…” moaned Marcia.
	“Oh Marcia…” moaned Mike.
	Marcia grinded against her father, until the point that neither could take much more.  Mike held his daughter to him and brought her over to the sofa whereupon he sat her down, then undone his navy blue trousers.  His “trouser” snake popped out of his green boxers.  Marcia hurriedly/hungrily gripped the monster dong, Mike slid his boxers down and Marcia got a nice eye full of a nude man up close and personal.
	Then Marcia got a case of the “cold feet.”
	August Moone to the rescue!
	To Mike’s awe the timid beauty leaned forward and began sucking on the head of his dick.  He couldn’t believe it.  He ran his hand thru her hair, rolled his head back and reeled in the pure enjoyment of the ecstasy she was bringing him.
	Slowly he inched his pecker into her hot young mouth, one hand behind her head, one hand on his hip.  Marcia took the member readily enough never minding the slight distaste of “cock” meat.
	Mike brought his cock out and rubbed it all over her pretty face.  Then it was back into her horny little mouth and she sucked him until the “surge” began.  There was no stopping, Marcia held his balls, squeezed the base of his cock and power sucked him until she got a gullet full of man spunk.
	Mike stood back rocking on the balls of his feet, fondling his cock while Marcia swallowed his juice, grinned, blushed, and some of his spunk dribbled out the corners of her mouth.  (that just meant that she was “level.”
	‘Lay back, Marcia; open your legs, finger your pussy, give your daddy a show of show.’
	Marcia took the Voice’s “suggestion” and laid her shoulders back to the sofa, ass to the edge of the seat cushion, legs wide, fingers fingering.  Mike’s cock though going quickly flaccid quickly began to spring to life.  On his own he went to his knees and began noshing on his daughter’s quim, fingering her asshole and pussy, opening her legs wider and wider until his cock demanded attention.
	He humped madly into Marcia’s tight quim, a mix mash of difficult emotions--from pleasure to disturbing.  It was wrong on so many levels; it was rape, child rape, incest (sort of), child molestation, and just plain wicked!
	But the desire was too great to ignore.
	Marcia brought her legs up around her father, clung to him dramatically and power fucked back into him until that critical moment.  They both latched onto one another and trembled through their shared mutual orgasm.
	His cock remained in her pussy for a moment after the initial orgasm.
	He fondled her perky standing out nipples, caressed her face and deeply Frenched her.  His cock began to spurt more liquid into her cunny, pee.  Her ass he fondled, gripped, caressed, and diddled her asshole.  Marcia grinded back into him, and even when after his cock slipped out of her pussy, she continued egging him on--she was ready for another round!
	                                     *****

	“August!  August!”
	Dully he awoke, he had a headache, his balls ached, he was sleeping.
	“What?” he said in a grumbly voice.
	“Something’s up.”
	“What?  Who?”
	“Me.  I-I, it’s me--I-I--”
	“I what, you what--what is it?”
	Charlotte sat up, they were comfy on the bed unused in the spare downstairs bedroom.  Charlotte was sitting up, it was the dead of night, or 3:30 A.M.  August yawned, farted, then rolled over to face his life partner.
	She was sitting up, staring out into the room.  August blinked the sleep out of his eyes, he was tired, not just sexually, but he needed a vacation--a vacation without having to use the Device, his mind, his dick.
	“What is it, Char?” he said in a more demanding “You better fucking tell me or else” tone.
	“I-I don’t know, I’m not sure.”
	He sighed and sat up, yawning and farting again.  He leaned his head against her shoulder, closing his eyes.
	“I-I see something.”
	“What?  What do you see?”
	“Well, it’s-it’s green, a bunch of green lines, squares, boxes I guess.”
	“Uh-huh, and?”
	“I-I see the big stew pot sitting in the sink soaking, someone’s left the pitcher of milk out, Tiger and the bitch next door are getting it one, again.  The garage door--”
	August sat up, he stared thru the darkness of the room, squinting his eyes.  The bedroom door was closed.  He looked to her.  ‘Green lines, the pot, the dogs…?”
	Closing his tired eyes he dredged up and brought on line his Device HUD.  He saw the stew pot soaking in the sink, Tiger was getting it on indeed with the bitch dog from next door, the milk he himself had left out, on the kitchen island table.
	She had the Device-HUD, but how?  How was that possible?
	The easiest solution was simple--she was a part of him, she was sharing with him and being with him and experiencing.  So naturally after such a time the Device shifted.  Or maybe it couldn’t tell the difference between hosts bodies?  Or something else entirely?
	Suddenly the both of them were directed to something else--someone was coming down the stairs.  Focusing BOTH saw Jan and Peter making their way quietly as possible.
	The two made it to he bottom of the stairs before giggling out loud.  No one apparently heard them so they crept cautiously on into the kitchen.  They drank some milk, noshed on some pie, then checked on the antics of their dog and neighbor dog, which was the purpose of their mid morning traipsing.
	The two siblings watched the dogs hooking up, Jan and Peter giggling all the way; Peter getting on his knees and acting like his pet, barking and humping air.  Tiger and his favorite bitch didn’t care or pay attention, they continued locking up out in the patio, Jan got to her knees in the family room and did likewise like Peter.
	At length Peter “mounted” Jan, the two still in antics and playing.  Peter humped his step-sister’s ass, both kids were in pajamas but still.  
	Then, on her own, Jan slid her pajama bottoms AND panties down.  Peter humped until he realized what Jan had done.  He rubbed the naked ass, Jan pulled a cheek apart and fondled for his cock and balls.
	Peter pushed his pajama bottoms and underwear down, then rubbed his cock up and down Jan’s ass crack, poking her hole and pussy.  Jan gripped his stick and guided it into her cunny.  Then, just like Tiger they doggie-styled in the family room for several minutes.
	After Peter had done his thing and emptied his tool juice into Jan’s cunny, he sat back on his heels, ogling Jan’s ass and his still cum spurting cock.  Jan rolled over and sat down, working her panties down to her ankles.  She sat back with back against the sofa, opening her legs wide and fingering herself.  
	Both youngsters were giggling and blushing.  They spoke in low tones to one another, talking about the way it “felt”; Jan asking of her brother how often did her play with himself.  To wit Peter bashfully lied and claimed everyday.  Peter asked Jan the same question and she not so lied and proclaimed the same.
	“Have you ever done it with Marcia?” Jan suddenly boldly asked.
	Peter reared his head back, “Heck no!” ‘she’d kill me!’
	“Have you done it with Greg?” he asked.
	Jan blushed and brought her hands to her face, she couldn’t answer, she imagined being poked/porked/prodded by Greg--which also segued her into secretly fantasizing about her new daddy.
	Peter cracked a cheek and blew a narly LONG winded butt blast.
	Jan giggled, though it was a gross and personally private thing to be doing.	  “Girls FART, too!” Peter proudly exclaimed.
	“I know.” Jan blustered, “But we don’t go around and do it like that.”
	The two stopped yapping, Jan still fingering herself, Peter still firmly fondling himself.  Jan looked out into the patio area, Tiger and his bitch were gone.  She turned and was quiet, fingers still busy, though.  Deep in thought.  She finally laid out on the floor, one leg up on the sofa cushion, the other leg stretched way out.
	Peter got seriously aroused, gulped for air, marveled over Jan’s lovely nude body.  In his mind he knew exactly what ever girl in his class looked like.  Peter moved slowly up between her legs.  Jan didn’t move.  Peter’s prong was stiff, leaking, and aching for attention.
	Jan lightly gripped the sticky wicket and stroked it, then glided it up and down her pussy.  Peter tightened up his body, locking his arms above her eleven year old sibling.  He then lowered his head and the two began to kiss.  Tongues meshed, lips locked, his cock slid effortlessly into her cunny and they made love.
	Afterward the two settled down into one another’s arms, kissing and lightly drifting off to sleep.
	“August, I don’t think they should go to sleep where they can be found.”
	August lay back into the pillow, popped his neck and sighed.  He nodded and then made his way to the two exhausted kiddies.  He did nothing more than to awaken the two, zapping them, then shuttling them off to their rooms for proper sleep.
	In the morning Carol found Jan’s panties cast off on the floor of the family room.  She didn’t say anything and let it go, but made a mental note of it just the same.

                                                    Sordid Turn of Events	

	The following day:  no school.  It was Saturday.  The various members of the Brady household were going here, doing this, doing that, lounging, personal projects, etc.  Marcia and Jan semi avoided their late night lovers and after breakfast amscrayed to other places.
	Carol left, too.
	Bobby and Peter took their homemade kites and went to the park down the street, Cindy in tow.  Only Greg, Tiger, and Mr. Brady were home in the morning hours.  Tiger was crashed out behind the garage--very satisfied of his nightly doings.
	Greg worked on a project in the garage.  Mike worked on his own project in his den, but needed a break and found working on a wood project in the garage just the thing.
	The two talked--normal typical father-son stuff.  Then, Greg stepped out of the backdoor of the garage.  Mike watched him and shook his head sadly.  He stepped to the back door, “Greg!  What have I told you about doing that!?”
	“Sorry dad.” Greg replied, he was “watering” his mother’s geraniums along the fence line.
	“It’s alright, this time--just don’t let your mother catch you!” he grinned.  Greg grinned, his cock was still out and he fondled it during the “shake.”  Mike watched him, then looked over his shoulder to ensure security, then stepped up beside his son and whipped his OWN schlong out.
	After a brief pee, Mike kept his prong out and lightly masturbated, lengthening the “shake” experience.  Greg followed suit, albeit somewhat timidly.  Slowly Mike turned to his young teenage son, his cock was massive.
	Greg looked down to his insignificant prong.  It was not so unlike his father’s bone--just way smaller.
	“It’s been awhile.” Mike said.
	Greg nodded.  Timidly he reached out and placed his fingers about the fatherly cock, then griped it and moved up and down in slow strokes.  Mike moaned lightly and put a hand on his son’s shoulder.  Greg continued to work the cock until slowly he leaned down and pressed his lips to the glistening knob.  Mike brushed the manly prick across the boy’s lips, prodded his chin, his nose, this side of his face and then the other and then IN to his mouth.
	Greg swallowed the cock wholly, almost choking.  “Easy son.” cautioned his father.  Mike pulled his prong out and humped his son’s face, then returned it to the boy’s hot sucking mouth.  Greg sucked it, going along the shaft and then sucking on the hairy testicles.
	Greg at length pulled out and stood upright, he still seemed nervous, but eased his cords down and turned about.  He bent over and Mike caressed the lad’s bareness.  Mike checked for security then began a bout of finger fucking his son’s ass.  Greg pulled his cheeks apart and Mike went into him.
	Marcia came home and paid no attention to anything or anyone.  She called out for to see if anyone was home, but no one answered.  She dashed up to her room, stripped down and flopped onto her bed.  Furiously she banged her quaking quim.  
	Her pussy was not satiated dramatically as she desired, but her rash fingering helped.  After settling down somewhat she ventured down the stairs into the kitchen.  She wasn’t hungry, not for sustenance, anyways.  She selected from the crisper some cold veggies--a cucumber and a gourd.  She was naked and didn’t care.  She knew her various siblings were at the park, there was a good breeze and they were all into the silly kite flying contest.
	Where her parents were she wasn’t sure.
	Suddenly Tiger came along.  She smiled and tousled the dog’s head, the shaggy furry sheep-like dog placed his muzzle into her cunny.  Marcia gushed and blushed and looked quickly around for security’s sake.  She then was all shades of blushing and scurried to the family room.  Here she plopped onto the sofa and wrestled with Tiger’s maw.  She then lay back with shoulders to the sofa, ass to the edge of the cushions.
	Tiger was wise:  ‘Old Mother Hubbard, she went to the cupboard, to get her poor doggie a bone.  When she bent over--ole Rover took over, for he had a bone of his own!’
	Tiger placed his muzzle to Marcia’s cunt and began licking.  Marcia giggled and freaked out, bit her lip and pumped her sex into the dog’s face.  She tweaked (squeezed) her own nipples and humped until she could scarcely stand it.
	She then beckoned the doggie up whereupon she began a bout of “red rocket.”  that is to say she masturbated the animal until his doggie dick was out and ready for…
	The dog’s tongue lolled this way and that, his hot doggie breath didn’t seem to discourage the newest “bitch” he was screwing.  Marcia held him tightly and humped into him as much as he was humping into her.

	It couldn’t be determined who was more excited, Peter or Cindy.  Both of their homemade kites had taken 1rst place in the Glen Oak Neighborhood kit flying contest.  The two came bursting into the house carrying their kites and first place ribbons, all smiles and giggles and chattering to one another endlessly.
	Quickly they hustled up the stairs, Cindy more so as she had to go potty very badly.
	And she didn’t make it.  One step too many and she halted in the upstairs hallway trying to stem the tide of urine.  She grunted and gritted and then as she tried in earnest to make the bathroom, her young bladder began to burst and soil her.
	And being eight she did what most young girls in her situation would do--she cried.
	Peter hustled out into the hall and saw her in tears, blubbering and thoroughly wetting her self.  “Holy cow, Cindy!” he chirped.
	It didn’t help matters, she bawled more and more.
	Peter tried to calm her but just made matters worse.  He took the sibling into the bathroom; then held his breath and tugged her blue jeans down along with her white undies.  Both soiled garments he tossed into the bathtub as well as Cindy.
	(well, he didn’t “toss” her actually.)
	He bathed her and tried not to marvel at her nudity.  She was a baby, a child, an innocent.  Cindy settled down, giggled, and fingered her cunny.  Peter had wood.  He blocked out the images of Jan, trying to stem the tide of influxing images of nude girls.
	His breathing became labored and a desires strongly began to surge within him.  He cupped young Cindy’s butt, his fingers twitched as he held back the urge to prod into her ass crack and finger fuck her asshole.  His dark eyes rested on Cindy’s poon.
	‘Peter--take Cindy out of the tub; hug her really good, pat and console her butt, grind yourself against her.’
	And being the good brother, he did.
	During the intense hug Cindy looked down, taking note--on her own, of Peter’s bulging peter.  She was eight but she was wise--she had seen her brothers peeing in the woods, she had even seen her new daddy pissing on a tree and a bush.  She knew she wasn’t supposed to so she kept it to herself and only told her dollie.
	“What’s it doing?” Cindy asked curiously.
	Peter was stunned.  He was flustered.  He was gassed.  He couldn’t speak and could only get stiffer.  “I-I don’t know, it’s reacting on its own!”
	“Can I see it?”
	August smiled, Charlotte hung her head.  August had nothing to do with it.  He was well pleased.
	‘Go on, Peter, whip it out--show her.’
	Peter hesitated then nodded and unleashed his pre-teen dong.
	Cindy’s eyes grew wide, she grinned and brightened and giggled.
	‘Cindy, honey--go down--er, take hold of his pee-pee, grip it wit your hands.  Take your other hand and cup his fuzzies.’
	August sat back watching the two and then suddenly Cindy surprised him (and Peter) by gripping the boy’s schlong, she also tucked her hand inside his beige jeans and cupped his balls.
	August turned to Charlotte who was beet red.
	“You?”
	“Thought I’d give it a try.”
	August was gassed.  Charlotte had somehow also acquired the Device-HUD.  That was amazing.  Astounding.  Incredible.  And potentially dangerous.  Dangerous not to him, but in that if Charlotte now had Device-HUD abilities; she, too, unknowingly and/or unwittingly go Time Tripping.
	But she wasn’t.  Not right now, at least.
	Cindy masturbated Peter, played with his cock and balls and soon was going down on him, kissing/sucking the head of his dick.  Peter was gassed, really gassed.  He pushed his prong into Cindy’s mouth and then when he ultimately couldn’t stand it he laid out on the floor and shucked off all of his clothes.  He then brought Cindy onto him, removed her shirt, and grinded her little poon onto his erection.
	‘Peter, you’re doing good, but for safety’s sake you better get into the tub.’ Cindy was a virgin and breaking her cherry was going to cause major problems--blood would be everywhere; on the floor, on themselves, and both would freak out terribly.

	Jan and Bobby came home, they hadn’t even placed with their home made kites.  But they had fun just the same, especially just before coming home.  Jan and Bobby both noticed a pair of kids they knew from the neighborhood seemingly sneaking away beyond the park to the woods on the fourth side.  A lone girl followed them, she was invited but had shown signs of reluctance.
	Jan and Bobby were something of sneaky sleuths and decided to spy.
	They got more than they bargained for.
	It took a few minutes but the Brady kids found Kevin Gaines and Carla Byrly shedding their clothes.  They were in some natural cave made of bushes.  Jan and Bobby lay out in the tall sweet grass, Jan hard pressed to keep from shrieking when a slink crawled across her hand.
	Kevin and Carla, and reluctant participant Leigh Ann, were well hidden.  By the time Leigh Ann arrive Kevin and Carla were down to their underpants.  Leigh Ann looked all about and eased into the bushy enclosure.
	Kevin then produced from his pants’ pocket a small brown paper bag of which he produced a marijuana cigarette.  He lit it up and took a puff then passed it around.  Kevin and Carla were 13, as was Leigh Ann.  Leigh Ann took the offering and sucked on it, held it in like she should then slowly blew it out.  She passed it on to Kevin.
	Leigh Ann sat in a squat position.  Her back was to the two unseen spies behind.  Kevin drew on the joint and passed it back to Leigh Ann, she did her thing and passed it on to Carla.  Kevin then sucked his boxer underwear and masturbated himself.  Jan’s eyes bugged out as did (supposedly/assumingly) Leigh Ann’s.
	He stood up high on his knees, his pud was something, really something!  Jan saw it!  In comparison to Peter’s peter, it was bigger!  Way bigger!  Carla removed her bra and then her bikini-style panties and took over masturbating Kevin’s cock.  She then swallowed it, sucking on the head and then devouring the whole member into her mouth.
	Young Bobby Brady was--gassed.
	A bug flew into his mouth and he nearly gave away their position.
	Carla popped the cock out of her mouth, grinned, tugged on it, fondled his balls, then crawled on top of Kevin, opening her legs and guiding his cock into its proper place.
	Bobby was near out of his mind, mouth open, eyes bulging, little dinkus hard as a rock.  The angle of the dangle wasn’t too good and neither Brady could see the “business” of what was going on, and Leigh Ann’s backside blocked the view, too.
	Rolling to one side Bobby managed to see the girl’s legs.  Leigh Ann turned her head as she heard and thought she saw some movement.  Jan and Bobby went very still, Kevin and Carla were unaware--and didn’t care one way or the other, either.  They made some lovemaking noises, grunts and groans with bouts of ohhhh & ahhhhs.
	With Leigh Ann’s attention back to her two friends, Bobby rolled and scooted more until he could see Carla’s ass.  Kevin’s hands were on it and they were both thrashing about madly.
	Jan scooted and lay close to her younger sib, they could just see Carla’s asshole and Kevin’s pud slamming up into her sex, but the two thrashed about too much and their vision was usually blocked.
	Finally the two succumbed to the joys of ultimate bliss.  Orgasm.  Both made way too much noise during their climatic experience.  Carla finally had come to rest underneath her lover, the boy atop of her now jerked and convulsed as he pounded into Carla’s cunt.  Bobby seriously wanted to see the good stuff, but Jan feared their exposure and held him fast.
	The boy fell away and lay on his back, his pud flaccid but shooting bits of pure cum.  Carla frigged her cunny, bit her lip and made other odd sounds of ultimate sexual satisfaction.
	When the boy had recovered sufficiently he struck up another doobie.
	Bobby now had a problem, he was wiggling, and gouging himself and seemed to be in some agony.  Jan was embarrassed, for the both of them.
	“Bobby would you quit, you’re going to get us caught!” she scolded her young sib.
	“I can’t help it, I got a problem.”
	“I know, I know, I got one, too!” she squeaked and blushed beet red.
	“You gotta pee, too?”
	Jan almost lost it, “You got to pee?”
	The little boy shook his head badly that he was in dire need to pee.
	But they couldn’t just Up and Leave, they’d be busted for sure.
	Leigh Ann took the toke offering, Kevin flogged his dog, Carla squatted nearby for a pee of her own.  Bobby was in agony.  Biting her lip Jan worked on Bobby’s jeans, Bobby didn’t protest, he was seven and far too old to be peeing in his pants.
	With his chingus out of his pants and his underwear out of the way, Bobby’s semi-hard cock was out against the ground and he began to spew.  For a little shit he had a lot of pee.  He made quite a puddle and Jan worried that he was going to get HER wet.
	Bobby moved just so to keep from the “puddle”.  Bobby’s bob was still “excited” and he brushed it against some unkind bare earth.  He almost squealed out their hidden position.  He whelped in minor pain.  Jan to the rescue, she placed her hand onto his dinky and caressed in, slipping her hand completely inside his underwear and playing with his balls, grinding the heel of her hand against his pee-pee.
	When they had returned their attention to the trio of naughty teens, Leigh Ann had her top off and was removing her bra.  Kevin and Carla were smoking yet another marijuana joint.
	Jan suddenly found young Bobby nuzzling her breasts.  He was mesmerized and in la-la land.  Jan thought about it, pursed her lips and then opened her top, flipping up a bra cup and letting the young sib have a go.  Her hand continued to work his penis.
	Leigh Ann finally laid down, undoing her jeans and pushing them down.  Kevin took over and pulled them off, Leigh Ann didn’t even pause, she hooked her undies and tugged them down, Kevin took them on off, sniffed the crotch and then checked out her cunny.
	He smiled and stroked himself and began fingering her poon.  Leigh Ann opened her legs wide, Carla went down and began sucking on Leigh Ann’s breasts.  Kevin sucked on Leigh Ann’s pussy.  Jan worked Bobby’s pants and underwear down, caressed his ass and grinded more and more against him while he sucked on one bare exposed breast and then the other.
	Kevin moved onto Leigh Ann, guiding his fuck stick into her cunny.  Carla sat up for a moment, fingering herself.  Drugged out zombiedfied Leigh Ann fingered Carla’s quim.  Kevin fucked Leigh Ann, slow at first and then kicked it up a bit.
	Kevin arched his back as he drove his dick DEEP into the girl’s poon, he sat up and quick-fucked, jerking and gyrating madly.  Leigh Ann’s legs flailing all over, Kevin brought them up along his young hairless chest watching his dick slid in and out of Leigh Ann’s virgin pussy.
	Carla crawled onto Leigh Ann’s face and pressed her cunny down onto the girl’s face.  She wriggled and wiggled and Leigh Ann began licking up into her friend’s cunt.  Kevin pulled out of Leigh Ann’s broken snatch, he used her own panties to clean off his cock, then he wiped down Leigh Ann’s cunt.  Carla went down and sucked on both Kevin’s bone as well as Leigh Ann’s twat.  Kevin watched and was very turned on.  So was Jan and Bobby still unseen in the grass just beyond.
	Kevin moved around and spanked Carla’s ass, Leigh Ann was goaded into parting Carla’s ass and when she had done so, Kevin went down and gave the girlfriend a rim job.  And after a few minutes of this he stepped up and went into her--Jan did not know as to which hole he was in and wasn’t so wise about doggy style and so on.
	Kevin got his “nut”, made a huge face and pulled free, cum shot everywhere.  He sat back and stared at Carla’s rear end.  He fondled himself and seemed awed at whatever it was he was seeing.
	He helped himself to the previous half smoked joint, his cock seemed to be in some agony.  Carla rolled off of Leigh Ann, rolled onto her backside and fingered herself; seemingly she, too, was in some sort of agony.  Leigh Ann sat up, Kevin offered her the joint.  She took a hit and then looked to the heaving, quivering Carla.  She went down and began sucking on Carla’s titties, fingering the girl’s pussy.  
	Kevin nodded his head and then helped Leigh Ann onto his girlfriend.  He parted the drugged out girl’s ass cheeks, licking her crack, finger fucking her asshole.  He then mounted her and dogged her--although it was still not clear if the boy was getting into her pussy or asshole.
	Jan timidly worked her hand inside her tan bellbottoms and fingered her own hole.  Bobby still sucked on her titties as well as humped her hand and crotch.
	Suddenly Jan saw someone.  Someone close.  A guy.  A high school guy.  He was walking a dog.  Jan slowly eased her and Bobby deeper into the rough.  Bobby returned his pee-pee into his trousers, Jan zipped herself and Bobby up, re-covered her breasts and held absolutely still.
	The newcomer’s dog barked it’s brains out, but then fled as the sophomore slung a Frisbee.  The barking dog went running after it.  The boy then stood right at the edge of the park, whipped out his cock and proceeded to pee into a bush.
	Jan and Bobby were busting a gut as the boy’s urine splashed was cascading down onto Leigh Ann’s backside!
	The two were still in uproar when they got home.

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