August Moone
Book 2
Roadtrips & Sidetrips
Chapter 29
Cooking 101

Bare Intentions
	“You okay?”
	The sounds of many retchings indicated that she was not.  There was nothing to do but stand there and support her as she hurled.  Her body trembled and heaved.  A nice place to heave, though--a large field of wildflowers.  The field was a meadow, of sorts.  Rolling hills hidden by thick dense pines, mountains capped with snow in the distance beyond.  A casual blue sky, wisps of orange-marmalade clouds lazily drifting by.
	A creek meandered nearby, a handful of water--
	Orange-marmalade clouds!
	He stared up to the clouds.
	‘Oh no!’

	August, too, had felt the stirrings of illness seething through him, but he was rather used to the “transition” from one universe to the next one.  That or it just didn’t effect him like it did Charlotte.
	Charlotte was pale.
	And he could see her.
	Whether or not that was an indication of something amiss, too, was not known.  The dunking of her head into the water seemed to help.  August stove off the desire to shag her bottom as she dunked her head--ass up.  He caressed it but didn’t diddled her funk hole or poon.  Now was not time.
	Somewhat recovered they crossed the river and made their way.  To the left and right of them was rolling hills of thick dense pines.  Fir, cedars, and assorted conifer trees were in among, as well, but mostly tall pines.
	Behind them, too, the meadow stretched out for a couple of miles before butting up against the pine forest.  Before them was an opening, something similar to a “horseshoe” meadow.
	Charlotte did not notice the orange clouds.  At least the sky was blue, that was a plus!
	It took them the better part of an hour to reach the 200 foot wide opening of the horseshoe.	  The grass and wildflowers of the meadow behind them carried over to the meadow beyond.  It was almost mirror-like, which August suspected was possibly true.
	The sunshine was warm, that was a plus.
	Stepping out a little more they discovered a road.  It was concealed by the thick overgrowth of grass and wildflowers.  A lodge pole fence, too, was mostly concealed by the overgrowth.  The road was dirt (natch) and semi-rutted.  August looked left and right.  There was no indication of what direction to go--not that it mattered.  The road obviously “went” somewhere as well as “came” from somewhere.
	He hoped.
	The two were butt bare assed naked.  But they could see one another.  Again the HUD-Device seemed to have left them.  But that was okay, so long as they had one another they didn’t care.
	They turned left.  No particular reason.  Half an hour later squirrels and chipmunks came to be.  Some birds, bees, flies, and all the manner of what one would typically find on a country walk.
	The road came into a thick grove area of pines, the warm sunshine was temporarily cut off and could only filter down to the two nude humans traipsing thru.  There were meadows on each side, sometimes the fence was there and sometimes not.  Wildflowers and bees were plentiful.
	Beavers had built a large dam/home out in the middle of the meadow on the left, it was partially flooded with pristine water.  In the right meadow which was smaller there was a shed.  A wooden shed.  Charlotte stayed at the wooden fence that was collapsing while August went to investigate.
	He returned shortly with a puzzled expression etched on his face.
	“What?”
	“Well, nothing really--some old tools, a rake, shovel, hoe.”
	Charlotte looked at him and the shed.  “What is it doing out here?” she looked for a home of some type but there was nothing else.
	“Something else?” Charlotte had to ask of him as he looked more and more puzzled.
	“Seeds.” he said.  “A sack of what I think was wildflower seeds.” and he looked out over both the meadows--of wildflowers.  Charlotte got a creepy feeling she couldn’t shake or understand why she got it.
	“Anything else?”
	“A bag of dirt.  Some sort of other seeds I don’t know what they were.”
	“Did the sacks say what they were?”
	He looked at her as if she had spoken a foreign language to him.  He didn’t answer her but collected her hand, sighed, popped his neck and tugged her along the road continuing their direction.
	Their next discovery came an hour later.  They stared at it.  Charlotte wasn’t sure for certain but hoped that what it was was what it was and not something else.  August stared at it and nodded, “Yeah, it’s from a horse.”
	A pile of horse shit.  Semi fresh, too.
	August looked around, listened.  They were on a hill, the road was becoming more and more a road and less and less concealed by the overgrowth.  The pines were thick on either side, the sun was mostly blocked.  For a moment it was rather--spooky.
	Peering down the road sweet grass grew thick along both sides of the road, wild roses and a few clumps of wildflowers here and there.  A meadow was off to the left filled primarily with lupines.
	On the right was just a thick amount of pines.
	There was a gulley wash filled with water and a pond.  They rested here, cooling their feet and being quite.
	“Sooooo, where do you think we are, now?” Charlotte.
	“Haven’t got a clue.”
	‘You’re a big help.’
	‘I heard that.’
	“Bite me.”

	The late afternoon found them coming to a new area, new in that the hills were right among them, huge boulders.  The air was chilling and the sky above the treetops was darkening.  Some sort of animal-like noise was heard from somewhere out in the proverbial boonies.  It sounded dog-like, wolf, coyote, Big Foot.
	Holding hands the two scurried on down the lane; the left side opening up to a large open meadow that had in the middle of it another shed with a large orange tractor parked near it.
	No lettering on the tractor, it was a DC10 type, large blade with tillers in the rear.  It wasn’t rusting but it hadn’t been “running” in a long-long time.  There was no key and August’s attempts at cranking it with a hot wire fix proved nill.
	In the shed he found the same items as he had from the previous shed.
	Darkness was coming on fast and Charlotte in no way was pleased about their situation.  August wasn’t so keen on it himself.  They held hands and continued trekking.
	They came to a tree stump, it was hollow on one side and within was a jug.  It was an off-white porcelain jug holding contents about 1 gallon.  August tempted fate and examined the jug, finding that there was indeed something within.  There was a cork stopper and upon removing his eyes instantly watered.
	“Holy shit!” uttered Charlotte.
	August waited a moment before tempting fate again and sniffed.  He paused, blinked his watery eyes and then took a sip.
	He coughed, sputtered, gagged, and whispered those infamous words, “Smoooooth!”
	Charlotte took the jug and sniffed.  “God awful, what the hell is this, gasoline?”
	“No.” sputtered August, “Moonshine.”  same thing.

	Half a mile down the lane they came to a series of mailboxes.  Old, beat up, discolored, one made of cedar slats.  There were “symbols” on the box lids and sides rather than numbers or names.  August stared at them and tempted fate (or getting shot) by opening the lids and peering in.
	The boxes were empty.	
	A road crossed the road they were on.  Looking up to the right a house there was.  A 1938 Ford pickup was parked out front.  The house was light powder blue with white trim, small, with a screen front porch and a chimney.
	No one seemed to be about.
	A wash line there was off to one side with wash hanging on it.
	Charlotte could see other homes scattered about on both sides of the main road.  No one seemed to be about, though.
	And August took note of something else, of the vehicles he saw, none were older than circa 1950.  Whether or not that meant anything he didn’t know, he just found it strange and assumed that they were nestled sometime before 1950.  But where were the people?
	Charlotte hid in the bushes while August stole up to the shed, a larger version of the two he had already encountered.  His attention was on the wash line.  Blankets, sheets, a rug, a pair of overalls, pants, etc.  He paused for a bit, waited, listened, strained to listen, then boldly stepped up to the wash line. 
	No one came out of the backdoor with rifle in hand.
	He secured the clothing and boogied back to Charlotte.  Without their narly powers, being butt naked and visible in a new world was not cool.  The clothes were not so fitting, but would have to do.  They were remarkably soft and not uncomfortable, almost quilt-like on the inside.  They remained barefoot and strolled up to the blue house.
	Knock knock knock
	Nothing.
	Tempting fate once more he strolled over to the ‘38 Ford and pegged the horn button.  Nothing. 
	“Hello!” he called out.
	“Hello!” called to Charlotte.
	The road that ran by the house was not well used, not a main road and not rutted.  The entire area’s ground was layered in half an inch of pine needles.  A red house with white trim was a couple hundred yards up the road, a green house was to one side, off to the left and up a hill sat a white house with green trim.  All were about the same, small, chimneys, porches that were screened in, and empty.
	Across the main road on the other side were five homes that were a little larger, one having a second floor.  No one was home, there, either.
	“I got a bad feeling about this.” mentioned August.
	Charlotte squeezed his hand harder.
	Darkness came on stronger and so it was decided, they both tempted fate and entered one of the homes.

	With a crackling fire and another swig of the moonshine, August was warm.  Charlotte was tired.  She no longer tried to rationalize how the traipsing into one universe to another happened.  She gave up.  Interacting with the various peoples, doing things, this and that and that and this.  It all made little sense and she gave up trying.
	Inside the quaint abode they had come into it was well furnished; deep rich country style seating, thick rich throw rugs on the floor, hardwood floors and walls and ceilings.  From the front door there was a grand living room that also had a small dinning room.  A kitchen was just beyond and then the back porch also screened in.  A hand cranked washer and assorted paraphernalia was here, some stacked wood, assorted odds and ends for family living.
	There was a bathroom in the hall, a door down to the basement/cellar, and a single bedroom.  No electricity, just oil lamps.  It was cozy, warm, and comfortable.  What was most striking, though, was the portrait above the fireplace.
	It was of a cat.  A cat creature.  Regal it was, sitting posed on a stone chair wearing Victorian-style clothing.  But it was cat in human form!  It was most bizarre and August stared at it longingly.
	Charlotte took note of the smaller pictures, on the nightstands, hanging in the hall, on a table, a desk, and on the fireplace mantle.  All were pictures of “cats!”  most peculiar.  Cats who not so unlike that of humans, in poses, in clothes.  This was a “cats” world!
	August and Charlotte occupied the comfy country sofa, feeling out of place by taking the bed in the bedroom.  The fire was good and they had found food in the kitchen; no meat but plenty of vegetables and canned peaches, corn, and there was rice, too!
	They helped themselves, prowled about a little more, didn’t venture into the basement/cellar, not just yet.  They settled by the fire and sought sleep which soon and easily came to them.

	There was no one about.  No humans, no cats.  No one.  It didn’t look like they had been gone long, either; more like they had just left.  There was barely any dust lain on the vehicles or furniture.  August just didn’t know what to make of it.  It was even more stranger than being in the land of the Giants!
	None of the vehicles seemed to be working.  No power, no umph, nothing.  Suitable shoes were found and helped the wear and tear on their feet.  There was really no need to traipse off and leave the sanctity of the catkin environment, but an investigation of the area seemed prudent.
	The road out of town seemed good, the sunshine was warm and the air pleasant.  He couldn’t put his finger on it but August felt something.  Something amiss, awry, off, odd?  He didn’t know.  He didn’t know if he wanted to know.  But there was something.  
	That “something” occurred just as they came out to a wide area, the trees parted to make a small meadow on each side of the barely two lane country road.  August wasn’t going to traipse too far, every so often he would turn and look behind him to see if he could still see the homes.
	He deduced that a town had to be close by, it was what he was looking for when he (and Charlotte) heard a sound.  Actually more like a noise.  Determining it took a moment and then they both looked to the sky for the source.  It was an airplane.
	Not a jetliner or anything, but a small private aircraft.
	And it was in trouble.  It’s prop motor was cutting out and suddenly it did with a loud “BANG”.  August and Charlotte ran out into the meadow and up to a very large boulder.  Once scurried atop said boulder they watched as the single engine plane twisted and rolled and then dove straight into the nearby woods.
	“Oh my God!” said Charlotte.
	August before climbing/sliding down saw in the distant sky an curious thing, a vortex.  A green mass of swirling clouds, various shades of green.  From the center there pulsed light.  It lasted only a few moments and then brightened so much that August had to shield his eyes.
	When he peeked the vortex was gone.

	The plane wreck was a mess.  The wings had been sheared off and the nose of the plane was buried to the busted windshield.  Luckily there was no fire.  Charlotte had already managed to get one of the doors off, she immediately turned to hurl and vomit relentlessly.  August peeked in and saw a human head on the floor, severed from the pilot.  That was not good.
	Another passenger, female, had a hunk of tree embedded into her chest, piercing thru to the seat she occupied.  Also not good.  There were no other  passengers.

	August wondered about what he had seen, the vortex.  It was no so unlike the vortex that he was used to that transported him from one universe to another.  Apparently he was not so special after all and the vortex was a random thing.
	This rang true (sort of) when on their way back instead of using the road he and Charlotte strolled thru the meadow and crossed a creek.  There was a bit of a hill to climb and after staring at another pile of fresh horse shit, they heard voices.
	Childish voices.
	More like whimperings.  It was a maddening search until Charlotte zeroed in on a large log hollowed at one end.  Inside were two children.  A boy and a girl.  Both were just barely conscious and August had to wonder if whether or not they were from the airplane.
	The boy began to come around firstly, he had a nose bleed and a small cut on his forehead.  He was cute little fart, sandy brown hair, lovely eyes, and just an adorable handsome face.  Small teeth; a sweet boy with both naïve and mischievous appearances.  He was all of about six years young.
	The other was a blond haired child of about seven years, possibly a sister or cousin.  Long curly hair, blue eyes, creamy skin, good clothes.  She wore a dress with knee length stocking.  In her fright she had wet herself.  So had the boy.  The boy was dressed in dress slacks, beige.  He had peed himself good, too.
	The girl wore glasses with one lens cracked.  Her left ear was damaged and she had cut her tongue.  She was equally cute and had great potential.  First of firsts was to fix them up and tend to their needs before other needs were tended…

	The fire crackled in the fireplace (good place for a fire to crackle, huh?)  The night air had begun to chill, but the fire (in the fireplace) kept things cozy.  Still having the heebie-jeebies about using someone else’s bed, the two kids were fed and washed up.  They were scared and did not speak much; and when they did they merely managed squeaky type voices.  Which was completely understandable.
	After dinner and cleaned up, beds were made for them in the living room.  It was warm and cozy and seemed just the thing.  August escorted the two to the bathroom.  An oil lamp was brought in for light and to add a little warmth.  For hot water an outside wood fire hot water heater was put into use.  Then, 
	“Take off your clothes.” his voice was demanding, but not harsh or overbearing.  (not yet)  Young Master William rolled a shoulder and grew a little frightened.  Mostly alarmed.  He gulped.  For one he was in the presence of a stranger; two, “Becky” was present, too!
	William Kyle Bonner age six and Becky (Rebecca) Stella Mackenzie age seven.  They hailed from St. Paul, Minnesota.  They had been on an outing in South Dakota and had gotten off from their families.  Will and Becky were just friends whose families often traveled together.  They spent a whole night out in the deep woods, then around noon of the second day…
	Neither child could explain what had happened, the concept of a “vortex” was elusive to them.  But Will claimed that it “leaped out and swallowed them.”
	August didn’t know about that.  That was not the norm for a vortex to do.  Will was a young lad, he had an imagination and August guessed that the boy had embellished.  He was not actually “lying” per se, nor really making it up; his mind was rationalizing what had happened and with the information that he had at his young tender age, he dealt with it the best that he could.
	So the vortex leaped out and swallowed them.

	“Take OFF your clothes!” August said a little more earnestly.
	He felt the brief stirrings of fatherly being, as well as the will of the Device within him.  Nervously and timidly the boy complied, easing out of his beige slacks that he had peed in earlier.  The stain was still visible but had mostly dried.  He wore good clothes.  The beige slacks, a white shirt with brown tweed sweater.  He was well groomed with dress shoes & socks.
	He lowered his trousers, slipped off his shoes and stood up looking to August with a slight glance to Becky.  Becky bowed her head staring at the plain wood floor.
	“Go on.” August said calmly.  Charlotte appeared and sat on the toilet.  It’s wooden tank was old fashion and set perched high above the toilet, gravity feed flushing.  She pulled Becky to her and held her.  Timid William shrugged again, gulped, and slipped off his sweater vest and then his shirt.
	He stood in his simple white briefs that were very soiled, his trousers at his ankles, still.  August sat on his knees and faced the boy, he gave the boy no indication to his mood but reached out to him.  The boy reared back and tensed up.  
	‘Be calm.’ August “suggested.” he felt a newness to the Device, it was acting differently now.  He didn’t know if that was a good thing or what.  Charlotte had mentioned nothing if she was experiencing the same thing.  He had come to become used to new nuances when transporting from one mini universe to the next, the loss of the use of the Device for a time, etc.
	The boy did in fact seem to “calm” down.  August lowered the boy’s undies and helped him step out of his clothes.  Gently August caressed the lad’s ass as well as his penis.  The boy stared at the floor with just the slightly glance to Becky.
	Becky stared in awe, mouth open, shocked.
	But she was “calmed” as well with the soothing words from August Moone.
	Will stepped into the bathtub and then sat down.  It was Becky’s turn.
	She wore a non-complicated pullover dress.  Charlotte helped in its removal.  She wore matching yellow panties, they were equally stained/soiled as Will’s undies.  On August’s calm voice of “take ‘em down.” the girl did so.  She was a little more emotional about it than that of young Will, but she did it anyways.  
	August caressed her butt and then had her step out of the wet undies.  She stepped into the tub and both kids were “directed” to bath one another.

	“How do you think they got here?” she asked.
	“Probably the same way the airplane did.”
	Charlotte looked at him, ‘I miss something?’
	“A vortex, there was one in the sky.  The plane--”
	“What’s a vortex?  What do you mean?”
	“Well, it’s sort of like how we transgress from one place to the next, a vortex.”
	Charlotte nodded that she understood (sorta).
	Together the boy and girl were lain comfy-like under the covers, the same covers, butt naked.  It was semi thought that at their young age and the trauma they had gone thru they might wet again.  If so, August wanted to see their reactions.  
	The OtherSide.  He had wanted to find the OtherSide, and so he had.  It was not in the manner of which he desired, but oh well.  If he could get back to his own body, this out of body experience was taking it a bit too far!
	Charlotte snuggled down against him on the sofa, a log in the fireplace popped.  Strange feelings enveloped him, nothing that he could put his finger or thoughts on.  Nothing to give him an indication of what they were or pertained to.  Charlotte farted.
	The little whined and made other mournful noises.
	How HAD they arrived?
	It was too bad about the two in the airplane--what a way to go.
	(the woman anyways)
	He had just about closed his eyes when someone stirred.  The fire was dying down, the wind picking up outside.  Becky sat up, looked around and picked her nose.  She was confused and the new surroundings were --new-- to her.  Slowly August slipped out of the covers, he was naked.
	Becky needed a few minutes to figure things out.
	“Sweetie,” August said calmly, “you need to go pee?”
	Becky squeezed her eyes and peered at him, then nodded her head.  August took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom.  He himself sat on the edge of the cast iron bathtub while timid sleepy naked Becky sat on the toilet.  She stared at him but began to pee regardless.
	August masturbated.  Opening his legs and taking the young girl in.
	He missed Wendsy.  There was Winnie, too.  There were several girls he missed, and some boys.  How was Gunther holding up?  He was flaky and dangerous and either screwed up the Family or left to venture on his own.  August didn’t care, he could do without Gunther Tallywick.
	Becky farted a long windy butt blast.  She bit her lip with wide eyes focused on August’s schlong.  August stood and approached her.  Becky reared back, but August brought her to sit upright.  She had good posture as it was, both her and young Will were from VERY good families.
	His cock brushed her teeth, rubbed up against her face and lovely throat.  She was a pure virgin, she was not even into fingering herself, only during cleaning herself after peeing.  She heard curse words but did not know what they meant.  She did fart a few times, and had seen young little boys naked, but never anyone older than five.
	August humped her face and then into her mouth.  At length he went to his knees and pushed her back, shoulders to the wall, legs up.  Her cunny she had not wiped clean yet, August did so utilizing his tongue.
	When his cock could stand it no more he laid the girl on the floor and pressed her young legs up against his rugged manly chest.  He did not penetrate her, but close counts--close counts. He laid his pipe against her darling little slit and humped madly until spewing.
	It was some relief.
	His fingers diddled in the fresh spilled spunk, fingering out her cunny and greasing up her asshole.  He had her suck his fingers clean as well as his saucey cock.  
	Easily he swayed her mind to accept the Narly Ways of Sexdom.  But only in that manner, in that he still wanted her to be her, herself.  But she would accepted “suggestions” without questions from August & Charlotte.  It was a beginning.
	He returned her to her bed, little Will was still sleeping soundly and still dry.  Charlotte was sound to sleep and it had begun to rain outside.  August placed another log on the fire and then re-snuggled with Charlotte.
	Later on it was Charlotte’s turn with young master Will…
	In the new morning the two tykes realized to some dismay that they were naked and that they had obviously slept together that way.  Neither really knew what to do about the situation.  So they did nothing but kept the covers about them.  
	August swung his long legs off of the sofa and sat boldly with legs open, cock and balls dangling down for their viewing pleasure.  Both kids’ eyes eyed the nudity.  The boy shot a quick look down to his own wares, possibly comparing.
	The young girl was a little more astonished, bashful, and awed.  The previous night’s doing was a vague memory to them and they obviously did not recall the bathroom antics.
	The rain had stopped and there was a fresh scent in the morning air.
	August opened the door and embraced it.  Charlotte stoked the fire and put another log on.  Then it was time for some coffee and breakfast.  
	In a small barn to one side of the small quaint abode there was found a lone milk cow with chickens times five in a row.  Where they here before?  August hadn’t checked and so let it go, for now.
	The kids looked for their clothes and seemed reluctant to prance about nude.  But on urging insistence and a “subtle” commanding voice the two left the covers and did just that.
	Breakfast was scrambled with gravy, biscuits, milk.  No sausage or bacon.  It was going to take some time getting used to, but they had nothing else to do.  How long they would be in the new universe was uncertain, too; but August determined that when his “work” was done.
	His work was done?  What work?
	Well, he had begun to take note that when traipsing thru time the various aspects of his interaction seemed to come to a certain head.  He came and interacted with the good folks of Walnut Grove, Deadwood, Waltons Mountain, a brief stint in the 1950s, there was the early ‘70s, and so on.  At each “stop” along his travels he integrated himself into the family or situation.  He had been a sheriff, a bounty hunter, a wayward traveler, an Entity.  
	His “work” consisted of breaking down the moral walls and freeing those who poo pooed the illicitness that choked them.  When everything had been “finalized”, he moved on.
	It seemed bizarre and far fetched, but he rationalized that this was so.
	Sooooo, to answer Charlotte’s pesky pestering question of just how long they were going to be in the universe they now occupied?  ’When we’re done.’
	Charlotte gave him a look.  You know, that LOOK!  
	He didn’t know if “others” would be coming into the world, or what.  He didn’t know if it was a simple case of interacting with Will and Becky.  He just didn’t know!  Now it was a case of “not knowing” the question that bothered him!
	After breakfast they all held hands and took a brief walk around their new “home.”  Becky asked where everyone was.  August put it to her simply that no one was home, the concept of explaining a parallel universe was too complicated.
	Will seemed to be more comfortable with his nudity than Becky.  Natch.  She was embarrassed for herself as well as for the blatant nudity of August and Charlotte.  They walked down to the meandering creek, observed the squirrels and chipmunks, August whizzed into the creek; thereafter he turned profile-like and Charlotte gobbled on his bob.
	Will and Becky stared wide eyed, mouths agape, holding hands, totally lambasted!  Charlotte swallowed her lover’s cock whole, fondled his ass and balls and quickly brought him to a delicious orgasm.  
	Jiz dripped from the tip of August’s cock, cream coated Charlotte’s mouth, she made a smacking sound and nodded for the two to come over, “come closer.”
	Neither did.
	Until August “insisted.”
	Reluctantly the two grasped hands tighter and came right up close.  Both had to place their hands on August’s manly bone.  It was beginning to droop, but it was still thick and saucey.  Charlotte clutched Becky’s hand and had her go up and down the shaft.  When having her clutch his furry nads the cock began to “return” to life.
	Getting her to suck the head took a little more “urging.”  August still wanted her to be her, herself.  But he, too, wanted her to obey explicitly his commands/suggestions.  She came from a very good family--as did young Master Will.  Both their families were very-very-very well off.  Butlers, maids, chuffers, the want for nothing was a big part of their young lives.
	Very timidly Becky began the task of cock sucking, just the head.
	It was appalling.  Gross.  Retching and gagging the young girl showed great displeasure in the horrible task.  But with persistent urgings and nothing but time, Becky sucked him.  He jerked his pud and fondled his balls and then did likewise unto Will.
	While she sucked on Will, August sucked on her ass!  She was on her knees bent over with young Will standing before her--totally amazed about the blowjob thing--he’s first.
	August behind her adored her dainty lovely behind, fingered her ver virgin pooter, then applied his tongue to the crack and had himself a lovely time.  Charlotte caressed Will’s ass, rubbed her hand into Becky’s golden hair and helped her suck-suck-suck.
	Soon, and very soon, August replaced his tongue with his cock to Becky’s nice firm young tender ass.  She stopped slurping Will’s schlong and looked back somewhat alarmed.  August “calmed” her and began poking her backdoor.  Becky was a little astonished and tensed up, her emotions were “checked” but she was still alarmed.
	Meanwhile, Charlotte lay out on the mossy ground and pulled the delightful naked Will Bonner onto her.  She placed him down to whereas his young tallywacker could and would grind against her sex.  Becky cheewed on her lip and grunted deeply as her asshole was breeched.
	Will was just elated at what was happening to him, it was all very (very) strange.  Charlotte had a grip on his hips and glided him up and down her gash.  The boy blushed and giggled and paid no attention what was happening to Becky.
	August didn’t want to hurt the child, he only had the head of his cock enter her seven year old hole.  Charlotte had done a good job of sucking the life out of his prick, he barely had enough umph to butt hump Becky’s tight virgin hole.
	Up against the girl’s crack, her equally virginal (still) pussy, her ass cheeks until finally his cock unloaded once more.  He aimed most of the goo onto her clenching crap shoot.  
	Charlotte had cum.  Young Will was too young to cum, but close counts.  Charlotte dragged the boy up her body and sucked him, devouring his prick and balls and all.  	
	August diddled Becky’s asshole, fingering it, lubing it, preparing it for later use.  Becky’s emotions were still in check, but still, she was a little upset.  August quit, he hugged her and kissed her, soothing her.  He then had her caress Will’s ass.

	The young girl grunted and moaned, eyes fluttering uncontrollably as her young body was violated.  August and Charlotte flanked her as young Master Will rode her.  From their morning frolic they had goofed off the rest of the morning in the meadow--picking lupines and finding more fresh horseshit.
	They returned to he house for lunch and then--
	Will was still worked up from the morning’s activities.  His little pud seldom limped.  Going naked was pretty good.  Becky would come around, eventually.  After lunch the “family” came into the living room, here August hugged Becky, tweaking her soon to be titties, caressing her ass while Charlotte fondled Will’s cock and balls.
	Soon August had Charlotte on his lap, her back into his chest, her legs out over his.  He fingered her pussy.  Her emotion level began to sore and August pushed it back, settling her down.  Charlotte then coaxed young Master Will “into position”.  whereas he got onto his knees before August and Becky.  Charlotte fingered Becky’s young slit, clutched August’s balls and helped him ease it into Becky’s asshole.
	It didn’t “fit” all the way, but close counts.
	As for young Will, the handsome fart boy leaned in and with little encouraging on how to perform cunnilingus, he began tonguing and licking.  Becky found the situation a little horrid.  August’s cock slid into her tight stink hole a little more.  Strange new feelings surged thru her young naked body, her emotions endured feelings never encountered before.
	Charlotte soon had Will standing up pressing his puddling against Becky’s cunt.  Before long he was “in” her.  August was “in”, too.
	Becky humped somewhat herself, some on her own and some “encouraged” by other outside forces.  Will was all the way into her pussy and fucked for several minutes.
	Charlotte cleaned up the mess, there wasn’t much but enough to freak the two kids out.  Thereafter, Becky was laid out on the makeshift mattress on the floor, her legs splayed out.  Will was eased into position and once more fucked his friend.
	August took the moment to caress the lad’s ass.  When he was all fucked out August fingered the boy’s hole.  He also sucked on the boy’s cock--it having just been pulled freshly from Becky’s cunt.

	Becky could only sit and watch in absolute awe as young Will sat on August’s lap, Charlotte sucking on August’s cock and Will’s asshole, guiding August’s cock up into the boy’s hole.  Will clung to August, grunted and groaned (but didn’t moan).  He cried out in anguish and sometimes in severe discomfort, but he was eventually well lubed and sodomized.
	When August’s cock had sufficiently rested and recovered, Charlotte looked to Becky, “Your turn, hon.”
	Becky wasn’t too pleased with this and needed more “coaxing.”
	On her back, on August’s lap, on her hands and knees, Becky was butt fucked relentlessly before midnight.  She and Will 69ed, spanked one another, sucked one another while sitting on August’s lap with his cock up their ass.  The two were sucked on good by Charlotte, spanked, fingered, and both sucked on Charlotte’s mommy breasts.  She was now approx. 6 months along.	
	By the end of their first week, August was entering nicely into Becky’s pussy.  Her asshole and mouth came along, as well.  The two kids were well enough “fixed” into accepting the new way of life: to go nude and fuck/suck on a daily basis.  Both kids willing serviced August in any need capacity that he desired.
	When a new vortex hadn’t opened August assumed that his “job” was not complete and there was more to do.
	Uh-huh  lots more….;-)

                                                     *****

	One
	Vegetarian fare was fine and all, but August and his family were heathen meat eaters.  Corn, peas, peaches, apples, berries, applesauce, repeat.  They could eat French toast and flapjacks the rest of their lives, sure, but a more substantial variety was desired.
	(In the basement Charlotte finally dared (tempting fate) and found a plethora of storage goods; starters for bread making, jars and jars and jars of peaches, plumbs, and everything.  Sacks of flour, wheat, sugar, cornmeal, etc.)
	As for weapons, a bow and arrow was found.  No hand weapons of any kind, no rifles or even shotguns.  August preferred a bow & arrow anyways.  He didn’t think he would encounter much, a rabbit, squirrel, something like that.  He had seen no evidence of any deer, no bears, either.
	Becky.  After a week of trying several times a day he had begun to make more than just simple “headway.”  Full anal penetration was already in full progress.  The two kids had really come a long ways, willingly obliging August and Charlotte.  
	The new world was alright, a little strange, could use a few things to make it a little better, but he could live with it.  He knew, though, that it wouldn’t last long.  As soon as he had completed whatever oddball task no matter how narly it was was completed--he and Char were gone.
	The slight smell of smoke alerted him.  Entering into stealth mode and paid close attention.  He saw wisps of smoke lingering in the air.  Old tactics of patience and listening and waiting came into play.  Very cautiously he moved in one direction a few feet, scanned intently and then returned to his original position and moved out into a new direction.
	He did this until he had determined directions that would prove likely and not likely.  To the “likely” directions he investigated a little astutely until further narrowing it down and picking up a stronger scent of campfire smoke.
	Then, he caught a glimpse of some movement.
	Investigating he found a lovely sight:
	An aged man with his jeans at his ankles; underwear, too.  He was steadily porking a young girl about ten years old.  She lay nearly naked on a rustic picnic table.  Her simple pullover flowery cotton shirt was pushed up to expose her chest.  Her jeans were on the rustic bench of the table, her panties dangling off of an ankle.  The “grandfather” type man was between her legs humping madly.
	By the manner in which he humped and flexed he was in the final stages of cumming.  He drove his pud deeply into her, jerked and herked and then returned to rabbit-style humping until he finally had had enough and creamed his granddaughter.
	The old man (about 65 or so) didn’t step away, he fondled his cum dripping cock and leaned against the edge of the table.  The young girl sat up, fingered herself.  The grandfather hugged her and hugged her good.  And he was not through with her, the girl attempted to slip off the table and when doing so the old man turned her about.  Automatically she lay down on the table, bending over so as her grandfather could have a go at her ass.
	All he did was rub his aching drooping schlong against the lovely young girl’s cheeks.  Down to his knees he went, parting the child’s cheeks and pressing his face into the girl’s butt crack.  The girl clung to the table and didn’t look all too happy; but she didn’t look pissed off, either.
	The grandpa stood up and leaned against the girl, his cock was still a no-go for hardness.  He rubbed it against her ass and finally stepped back, sitting on the bench.  The girl stepped back and picked up her panties.  She looked down to her cunny, she was NOT a virgin.  She wiped her pussy with her panties and then sat down on her pants on the bench.
	Some other noises came to be, childish.  Shouts and screams of children at play.  August saw backpacks, fishing poles, a bow & arrow set, a dying campfire, and three young people bursting thru the bush.  
	The youngest was about four, she was totally cute, Mary Sunshine!  Then there were two boys, one regular style and one extra crispy.  The black boy was okay, and equal in age to the girl the grandpa had just boned.  The little four year old came to the older girl and crawled up into her lap yapping about how they had been chasing butterflys.
	The two boys plopped down on the bench, the youngest resting his head as the day’s playing had exerted him greatly.  He was approx. six years young.
	“Are we going to make camp here, grandpa?” asked the black boy.
	“Looks like.” said the old man.  He wasn’t old-old, about 65, a bit of a pudge but nothing major.  Thinning gray hair, hazel blue eyes, just shy of being six foot.  The little girl sitting across from him handed over a wreath of wildflowers she had picked and created.  The grandpa took the offering and put it on his head.
	THEN, he placed it on his cock!
	“It doesn’t go there!” piped the overly happy little girl.  She bounded off of her naked sister’s lap and promptly removed the wreath from her grandpa’s schlong and placed it back onto his head.  The grandpa hugged her, patting her lovely young bottom.  She was clad in tight fitting jeans.
	Was.
	The grandpa type figure groped the child’s ass, she seemed either unawares of his blatant nudity or was used to it.  The old man caressed her ass and kissed her on the lips.  Then blew raspberries on her cheeks.  The child giggled and the old man easily removed her top.  The black boy sitting behind watched curiously, watched the girl equal to his age who was still sitting nude, then turned his attention to a small backpack.
	The young four year stood on her grandfather’s lap as he seemed slyly to undo her jeans.  All under the watchful eye of the girl’s possible sister.  When the grandfather type pervert type person shifted his eyes to check her, the nude girl looked away.  She picked her nose, fingered her fresh fucked poon, cracked a cheek and farted, then got up and went to rummage a backpack herself.  Passing by her grandfather he lightly smacked her bare bottom.
	The girl paid it no heed and went on with her task.
	The grandpa went on with his, taking down the little overly happy four year old’s jeans.  She wore off-white undies with little duckies all over them.  He hugged her and blew more raspberries onto her naked chest after removing her little shirt.
	The black boy and the white girl had fished out of their backpacks sodas.  A 7-up and rootbeer.  The boy while drinking his cautiously checked out the nude white girl standing before him off to the side.  Her pussy was nice, her ass was nice.  The boy rubbed himself while he stared.  He sort of got a bad look from the girl when she caught him.  She rummaged thru her backpack and finally fished out another pair of panties.  She put them on just as the grandpa slipped the little girl’s off.
	He caressed her dainty young ass and then brought her down to sit on his rock hard hardness.  He continued to caress her, rubbing her backside as she continued to be absorbed fiddling with the wildflower wreath.
	August felt that he could “intervene”; but felt, too, that he didn’t need to.  So he didn’t.  The little girl looked down to the “action” between her legs.  She blushed and giggled and began toying with her grandpa’s cock.  He raised her up and began grinding her up and down his pud.
	The other girl didn’t give up a demeanor that she was pissed, but she didn’t look overly pleased about the situation.  She still stood merely in her panties.  She killed her soda and then moved off thru the bushes.  The black boy slipped out of his clothes and followed quickly.
	August tried to call up his 2nd Self, but it didn’t seem to be available so he was missing out on what was happening in the bushes.  But he could guess, and he hoped he was guessing right, but he was missing it just the same!  But then, there was a replacement scene happening:  the grandpa had the little girl he was occupied with laid out on the table, legs up and open.  His grandfatherly cock riding up between her legs, the head of his aged schlong desperately trying to make penetration.  
	He settled for humping the giddy child’s slit and going until he came.
	Exhausted he sat down and went down on the child, licking her cum laden cunt, blowing more raspberries.  The little boy sitting beside with his head on the table awoke, rubbed his eyes and watched.  On a subtle urging from the old man the young boy undressed and gleefully “mounted” the little girl and humped her.
	The grandpa kissed the boy’s butt, spanked him lightly, and finger fucked his asshole!  It was apparent to August that the young boy was IN the young girl.  August was in a bad way.  He had to meet these people!
	The crack of distant thunder sent the two kids who had slipped into the bushes back into the campsite.  Both were very nude with bits of cum dripping from the African-American boy’s schlong.  He fondled himself and looked wildly about and then to the grandpa for reassurance.  The girl diddled her pussy, caressed her ass, then stretched, farted, and dug into her backpack for some more goodies.
	The boy checked out her ass as she bent over, his cock grew stiff and there was a gleam in the old man’s eyes as he watched, too.
	The old man caressed the young boy’s ass as he looked to the sky.
	“Was that thunder, grandpa?” asked the young girl munching on a sandwich.
	“Far away.” he answered, “But could be something.” August detected no accent but a very brief one, New England type.  The girl spoke distinctively, enunciating her words.
	“Guess we better get a camp set up ‘fore we get wet.” the old man chirped.  He stopped fondling the young boy and pulled up his clothes.  The granddaughter and black boy remained nude as they tackled their backpacks pulling out the those things that made a camp:  specifically tents and such.
	“Let’s just use mine.” suggested the grandpa.  It was a little bigger and all.  Right.  Another crack of thunder came, closer, too.  The skies were still blue, wisps of orange marmalade clouds drifted by.  
	August had some decisions to make, to intervene or not.  Mild suggestions he could make, or not.  Involving himself fully, or not.  They were neat people, they were willingly involved in illicitness.  That alone scored major points with August.
	A stiff wind suddenly did pick up, the smell of rain was carried upon it.
	“Better batten down the hatches!” quipped the old man.
	“Aye, aye, cap’n!” quipped back the nude black boy.  He gave a quick smart salute and began shoving the tent pegs into the dome tent’s eyelet rings.  The little kids weren’t much help, running about the campsite naked chasing one another.  The older girl collected the backpacks and shoved them inside the freshly put up tent.
	“Is it going to rain, grandpa?” asked the girl.
	“Looks like.” he returned.  He stood and looked to the sky, it still showed no sign of any impending storm.  The girl came to her grandpa and backed into him, looking up to the sky.  He caressed her, hugging manner.  
	“Don’t worry, Kate, it’ll be alright.”
	“Kate” looked up to her grandpa, “As long as we’re together, I guess it don’t matter where we are.”  out of the mouth of babes!
	He patted her chest and continued hugging her, she at length turned to him and hugged.  It then seemed as if though she stared right into the bush and saw August.  He remained absolutely still and motionless.  The kids inside the 4-person dome tent began to get rowdy and distracted her attention.
	The grandpa got onto them to “settle down.”  he then clambered into the tent.  Katey remained out, looking up to the sky, looking into the bush where August was, twisted her body and her hand into her mouth.
	“Katey, you comin’?” quipped her grandpa.  The girl nodded and then ducked inside the quickly assembled “battened down” tent.
	Ten minutes later and it was raining.

	He didn’t say anything to Charlotte upon his return.  She noticed that he had not returned with any “meat.”  She also noticed that he seemed to be in a “mood.”  He stripped off his wet clothes and settled before the fire butt naked.  Charlotte made him a cup of coffee and the kids came to flank him.
	“Everything alright?” Charlotte asked pulling up a piece of floor.
	“Just raining.” he said.  But he was disturbed.  The grandpa and his family, the fresh horse shit, the wood sheds, the lack of peoples, or cat peoples, what the fuck did it all mean?  The vortex in the sky, the orange clouds.  
	Questions aplenty began to flood his mind, there was naught to do but sip his coffee, fart, and go to sleep.

	It was a lovely scene:  a fresh spring day after a night of rain, a full running creek, fish on a string, and a naked 65 year old grandfatherly type man doggie styling his young ten year old granddaughter--while she sucked off on the black pud of a ten year old black boy.
	Curled up under the shade of a tree was the other two naked children asleep.  The grandpa humped his fill and pulled out, caressed the girl’s ass, fingered her hole and sat back admiring his work.  The girl continued to suck the boy until he shot his wad into her mouth.  She jerked his pud and clung to his black ass until he began to pump and fill her mouth to capacity.
	The grandpa lay back with feet in the creek fondling his prick.  The girl sat back, diddling her asshole and pussy.  The boy sat back grinning, cum spurting from his dick, cum leaking from the girl’s mouth.  She farted and then lay her head onto her grandpa’s stomach.  The boy looked to her pussy, and promptly (on his own) went down on her.
	Some “noise” distracted the family.  The grandpa was most alerted and concerned.  The girl and boy seemed a little frightened.  Quickly they found their clothes and dressed.  The grandpa, too, hustled into his clothes, then the girl “Kate” took the little ones and hustled them off into the bushes, dressed them, and kept them hidden while the grandpa investigated the “noise.”
	He saw much to his delight (if not relief) a middle aged man of sorts lay against a log with a very pretty little girl about seven or so on his naked lap.  The child, too, was nude and it seemed as if though the man’s prick was IN the child’s body.  His hands were on her near lily white ass rising her up and down his organ.
	Beside them in the clover lay a nude woman of equal age who was in the family way, being fucked by a handsome six year old boy!
	Unlike August who had remained quiet and unobserved, the grandpa made his presence known by boldly waltzing up, splashing into the overflowing creek, clearing his throat, and saying, “Hello!”

	He was Grandpa Noah.  A friendly cuss, he wore a black cap typically worn by sea merchants.  Noah was an old retired seaman, ran his own fishing troller, was a merchant marine, long time Navy man.  He had a keen eye, warm smile, and huge boner when setting eyes on the lovely naked Becky.
	Becky clung to August, almost hiding behind him.  But August “calmed” her and brought her about to be “seen.”  Charlotte came to stand beside her “husband”, young Master Will before her.
	Noah explained that he had a “family” of his own back up the creek aways at a camp.  There was lots to talk about, Noah only lightly understood that he was no longer in “Kansas” anymore.  But was willing to live with it, his unique “lifestyle” made the new world more friendly.
	There was a gleam in the old man’s eye, a leering smile, too.  August “offered” Becky, laying her over the log, patting her young tender ass, pulling a cheek open.  Charlotte sat on the log with naked William on her lap, caressing his naked bottom.  August masturbated and Noah though somewhat embarrassed about the situation, dropped his pants and pressed his cock against the girl’s young ass.
	As Noah began vehemently inserting his aged cock into Becky’s backdoor, August inserted his tongue to Will’s ass crack.  Noah smiled and continued with his work of anal penetration with subsequent orgasm.
	August, too, followed suit with butt banging, Charlotte leaned back to angle the naked boy on her naked body.  August diligently entered the lad and humped him briefly before pulling out so as not to hurt him so--and slipped his prong into Charlotte’s quim for a nice long fuck.
	Noah fucked Becky’s hole, creamed, then needed sufficient time to recover.  Charlotte sucked him while August nailed Becky on the grass.  Thereafter the naked bunch ambled back towards Noah’s camp.

	The ten year old girl first seen by August being pegged on the table was introduced as Katey.  The wee little ones were grandchildren, too; Timothy six and Nellie at the tender age of four.  Katey’s best friend was along, David James (DJ) who was also ten. 
	The kids had scurried into the tent, they had come out when they heard Noah calling for them, “Come on out, kids, all’s fare weather here!”
	They kids were unaware of August and family in tow so they were caught off guard when August and family came into view.  Katey and the others were butt naked.  Timothy and Nellie didn’t care, DJ didn’t care, either.  Katey cared.  
	She shielded her bare nakedness and didn’t overly smile during the beginning introductions.  She sighted in on August’s very manly cum dripping schlong.  Her eyes, too, fell to Becky’s well fucked snatch.  She pulled in her lower lip, gulped, and “shrugged” her shoulders to herself.
	The wee ones naturally hit it off and began immediately playing.
	August and Noah talked.  Charlotte sat at the table watching the kids, Katey sat with her, opposite.  Charlotte asked her how she and the others had come to be where they were.  Katey was a little fuzzy on the details.  Katey asked the same question back.  Charlotte was a little fuzzy on the details herself.  It made Katey smile.  The two were hitting it off.
	Noah explained to August that they had been hiking in the backcountry of Montana, they were on a vacation from their home in Connecticut.  A curious green light drew them to investigate and upon doing so--it “reached” out and swallowed them.
	The next they knew they were--here.  Wherever “here” was.  It didn’t take long for Noah to realize that something odd, very odd, had occurred.  How or why eluded him, he only knew that it had.
	Accepting August’s explanation wasn’t hard, he was an old sea salt and had seen many-many strange things.  Whole ships disappearing, strange creatures with no scientific name, and one night he and his shipmates watched the very strange Aurora Borealis.
	Charlotte had explained the new universe concept to Katey, too.  Katey found it odd, disturbing, but at her age she didn’t dispute and took it for gospel.  David James’ reaction was well put, “Damn!” he said in awe.
	They were offered better digs than where they were, the catkin village not far away.  It was accepted.  They all dressed and made their way to their “new home.”
	
	It would take a while to settle in, Noah took a home that was close by; it, too, had one bedroom he felt uncomfortable taking.  But like August and his family, the living room with grand fireplace was more suitable.  A well stocked kitchen, plenty of bedding, all was okay.
	August and Noah continued to talk and share their unique experiences, a slight insight on who was who.  August learning more from Noah than Noah did from August.  But it was planned that way.  August shed only a minute amount of trivial information about himself and his family.  It satisfied Noah, he wasn’t here to make waves.  
	Once knowing that August and Charlotte were as naughty with the kiddies as he was himself, he felt more comfortable.  In the “real world” he was under pressure to keep what was happening in regards to the kids private.  Katey was the stick in the mud.  He had caught her masturbating, no big deal.  Then he had caught her masturbating Timothy!
	The kids lived with him, their parents couldn’t get their act together and had been busted with drugs and selling drugs and cars that did not belong to them.  Noah was retired, but ran a small novelty shop on the outskirts of town.  Just to occupy his time.  He was a widower of some 20 years.
	He had spanked Katey for handling her little brother’s pud.  She received a scolding and that was that.  He then observed Katey with her best friend, David James, who went affectionately by DJ.  Both Katey and DJ were butt naked and fingering one another.
	Noah let it go.  He enjoyed what he saw very muchly and didn’t want to blow it by letting the kids no he was watching them.  They might take more stringent steps to hide.  
	He soon was privy to observing the kids fucking.  DJ pounding away at Katey as she bent over a crate inside a handmade downsized fishing boat Noah had created in his backyard.  It was a new kind of playhouse.  The kids loved it.  And loved IN it!
	Noah enjoyed watching them fuck.  Katey soon began slurping on DJs dick, she soon spread her legs Missionary style and they fucked that way, Katey also got on top of him and it was in that observation ole Grandpa Noah creamed his jeans.
	He saw his lovely ten year old granddaughter’s bare naked ass with DJ’s hands clamped to the flesh, his black rod slamming up into the girl’s poon.  Noah, like most men afraid of illicitness, kept his perversions at bay.  But his eyes strayed and wandered and focused whenever he could get away with it--and more.  His youngest granddaughter, Nellie, was a joy.  She exhibited no modesty whatsoever and was often streaking through the small modest house of Noah, she occupied his lap whenever possible and he copped a quick feel of her bottom.
	He soon was grinding against her, when Katey was in the bath Noah read to young Nellie, on the sly molesting her.
	Finally the old seaman could take no more.  When observing Katey being pegged by DJ with Nellie and Timothy naked with them--Timothy doggie-styling Nellie (the younger two had been “taught” the fine art of frolicking by the older two) Noah took action.  He had to lest he bust!
	He pecked on the door of the boat, “Come on outta there!” then, “All hands on deck!” he pecked and tapped and twisted the knob.  Inside there was a flurry of kids trying to hustle into their clothes.
	Nellie and Timothy were frightened as they had felt the vibes of “I’m in some kind of trouble.”
	Katey and DJ didn’t know what to think.  This was bad, very bad.
	Old Noah knew the door was locked, but it was HIS door and there was a manner of which to “unlock” it.  He did so, catching the crew in the midst of dressing.  They all froze like deer in the middle of a country road.
	“You might as well take ‘em back off, yer not gonna need them for a while.” DJ didn’t know quite what to make of that, nor Katey.
	Nakedly the kiddies were marched into the house and to his private den.  It was the most private place in the whole house, it didn’t have any windows, one door and a trick library panel that led to a narrow hall that led to another door that led outside to the alley.
	He sat behind his cherry wood/oak desk that was some 100 years older than himself.  His office/den was crammed with Navy memorabilia, ships in bottles, ships and sea captain paintings on the wall, and books and books and books.
	The naked foursome stood in a row before the desk, hands before them or behind them, knowing that they were in “some kind of trouble.”
	Noah nodded to Kate.
	Timidly she moved to him.  She had been spanked before, sometimes she had a mouth.  Mostly she was a good girl, kind, sweet, giving of herself, naïve, mischievous…
	Noah bent her over his lap and swatted her butt.  The smack resounded and made the other jerk in place.  Nellie and Timothy began to cry.  Noah smacked Katey’s ass again, then caressed it.
	Katey tensed up and realized what was happening.  She knew that he had eyes for her, seeing her prance about sometimes in the nude from the bathroom to her bedroom.  She sometimes went about just in her panties.  
	Noah swatted her bare ass again, then caressed her flesh and slipped a finger to her pooter hole.  Katey looked back at him and then felt his “hardness” pressing against her body.  Noah’s finger probed her anus and lightly teased her already sensitive cunny.
	“DJ.” Noah called.  The boy gulped and was not aware of what was happening behind the desk.  Shuffling his feet he came to be behind Katey, his hands before him shielding his schlong. 
	His eyes focused on what Noah was doing, finger fucking Katey’s asshole.  Noah then parted the cheeks and beckoned ever so slightly to DJ.  DJ took the unsaid message and stepped up to Katey’s bare ass.  Before doing anything else Noah grasped the boy’s black bone and caressed it, fondled his hairless balls and rubbed his bare black ass.
	DJ didn’t know what to think but let it be.
	He soon was in Katey’s asshole fucking her, Noah smacking his bare ass.  Timothy and Nellie had come around with Timothy being sucked on by Katey while Nellie sat on the desk, legs up and out giggling and giving Noah a reason to live.

	Noah and his family enjoyed the new home.  Noah was curious as to the original inhabitants and would they be coming back, and would they be upset about the intrusion.  August had no idea.  He assumed that the original inhabitants were cat creatures, what their demeanor was was simply unknown.  But they lived a simple life, that was certain.
	That night dinner was for all at the August’s abode.  Nothing fancy, simplistic.  The children were getting along, August kept in check his powers and had asked of his “mate” if she had hers.  She didn’t know.  She didn’t feel that she did.  They could still communicate mentally, but nothing more.
	After dinner Noah found the mandolin by the fireplace.  August fiddled on the violin.  There was music and song that night, sea songs, songs of the sea, olde songs involving the sea, kids songs of the sea, and …you get the picture.
	When their voices wore out they stopped for a breather.  Darkness had settled and the night grew chilly.  The blazing fire in the fireplace kept the chill away.  Becky occupied August’s lap, Will on Charlotte.  The men discussed lightly the new world order.  How it came to be and why.  It was only speculation but August believed that the parallel had always been, it was difficult to understand--the parallel concept was way out and complex.  
	There wasn’t enough information.  
	Little Nellie laid her head onto her grandpa’s lap, he fondled her butt.
	DJ had wandered eyes, going form Nellie, Katey, Charlotte, and Becky.
	Katey was fidgety, avoided most contact with August’s eyes, sighed lightly a few times, and farted.  
	“Gotta go potty.” whispered young Master Will.  Charlotte scooped him up and moved thru the semi darkness of the house to the hall bathroom.  Katey looked over her shoulder to note the location of the bathroom.  The wind kicked up and a light rain began to fall.
	August ran his hand up and down Becky’s chest, her legs flanked his and soon he was feeling out her crotch.  He kissed the top of her forehead as she looked up to him.   ‘Why don’t you take your PANTS off?’ suggested mildly August.  The young girl stood up and shucked her jeans.  August noted DJ and Katey staring wide eyed as Becky stripped off her clothes.  August shucked his jeans and was thusly naked.  Becky re-climbed back onto his lap and guided his prong automatically to her poon.
	Charlotte and Will returned, Will was naked.
	Katey was just in awe.  DJ was pleased, in awe; too, but pleased.
	Noah pulled little Nellie up and lowered her jeans, removed her top, then slipped down her duckie panties.  DJ looked like he wanted to jump right in, too; but held back a moment.  Timothy was curled up asleep at the end of the sofa.
	Becky began grunting as August’s fuck pole fucked her.  Charlotte caressed the girl’s ass and then slowly undressed herself, as well.  Much to the astounding awe of Katey.  Young Master Will was well schooled and accustomed to the next procedure, he crawled up onto Charlotte and was fondled, fingered, caressed, fondled and caressed some more before settling down “into position.”
	Grandpa Noah nudged Katey and semi reluctantly she leaned her shoulders back into the sofa and pushed her jeans and panties off.  DJ stood and hurriedly stripped off his clothes.  He stood masturbating and eager for something, anything.  August got his attention and patted Becky’s behind.
	Greedily the boy came hither and eyed the morsel offered him.  He had to scoot down to get the “angle of the dangle.”  there he eased his black rod into Becky’s well fucked backdoor.  It was still tight and very snug and most of all pleasing to the cock.
	Charlotte paused in her doings with Will, scooped him up and waltzed over to the sofa occupied by Noah and crew.  Katey scrunched up some to her rock hard grandpa.  No words were said but there was plenty of  unsaid things being thrown around.  Noah maneuvered Katey about so whereas her shoulders were against his lap, her legs out and open so as she could take on young Master Will.  Charlotte helped Will into place.  Katey didn’t look overly pleased, but not pissed off, either.
	She helped Will’s dingus enter her sex and they commenced to sex.
	Charlotte caressed and finger fucked Will’s ass.
	DJ had cum up Becky’s corn hole; after pulling out and shaking it, flopping it, beating it against the young girl’s ass, August had the girl stroke him, fondle his balls, then suck him.
	With subtle urgings Noah had Katey turn over.  Her mouth engulfed his cock and Charlotte put Will into the task of humping her hole.  Young Timothy awoke, rubbed his eyes and saw everyone in a nude state of being.  Happily he took his grandpa’s okay and stripped off his clothes and joined in.  He came to Charlotte for a hug.  She fondled his cock and then with her shoulders back to the back of the sofa she dragged the young lad up onto her chest whereupon she devoured his wares.
	Soon Will and Nellie were besieged to make love, Nellie firstly sucking him and then Will sucking on her before enduring the Missionary position on the sofa.  August sat back ultra comfy on his sofa masturbating his semi-soft cock.  Katey eyed it, looked away and looked to everyone else involved in some sexual debauchery of one kind or another--Grandpa Noah getting sucked by Charlotte, DJ licking out Becky’s ass crack, Nellie and Will hooked up with Timothy in Nellie’s ass.
	Katey met August’s eyes, he flopped his cock to her and she obliged.  Semi reluctantly.  His cock was gamey so she settled for grabbing it and stroking it to a more substantial stiffness.  Then she straddled him and guided the prong into her body, sliding all the way down.  She made some faces as his cock was more than she was used to.
	August clamped his hands onto her ass and squeezed hard.  The girl rested her head against his bare chest and August fucked her into oblivion.