August Moone
Book 3
Sidetrips
Chapter 4
Doodling

You Came
	When she complained they stopped.  She also got doinked.  By now his cock and feet were really tiring, but he felt (and hoped) that the road would eventually lead some place!
	His mind was filled with all that had happened to him, as they trudged on down the path he began to wonder if it was real.  He fancied the notion that maybe perhaps he was dreaming?
	But would a dream include all the pain and discomfort?
	He didn’t mind watching Alice pee, and he was getting used to her pooping.  Both she did while standing.  She was still demure, still reserved and prim, but the Pixie Dust! Wonderful Stuff! allowed her to be a different sort of person.  Erasing her fastidious upbringing and demoralizing her into a realm of ungodly doings.
	Like pooping while standing.
	She grunted, groaned, and passed her waste product, leaning forward some, parting her cheeks, legs spread wide, the turds escaped her ass with mighty pushing.
	Hunter masturbated while watching her shit.  He was more entranced with watching her pee, and was grossed out by watching her crap.  But as they went on with their relationship, he got rather used to her pooping and was now getting off on it.
	SICK!
	They spent the night in a hollow of a tree, they were once more hungry and thirsty.  They had gotten away with dwarves clothes, but they were itchy and ill-fitting and were carried instead.  They provided comfort for sleeping on but not much else.
	There hadn’t been proper time for securing any food.  He had a short sword, though.
	Come the new morn they walked thru a meadow in the forest and caught the smell of a fire, a wood fire from a chimney.  That hinted of a home.  Hunter raced thru his mind; there was the tower he suspected was Repunzel but she wasn’t home; there was Little Red, the Wolf from the Three Little Pigs, he had Alice misplaced from her Wonderland.
	What else was there?  What was left?
	The Frog King, Cinderella, Hansel & Gretel, Jack and the Beanstalk, and a few others.  Fairy tales.  That was all.  Well, that was all they were supposed to be.
	They followed the scent of smoke until coming to a house nestled in the woods.  A quaint two-story abode, white picket fence, mailbox, roses, a well, flowers everywhere.  It seemed prissy and very female.  Surely an abode such as this would look kindly on two orphans?
	Peering inside there was just one room.  One BIG room, at one end was the living room, a sofa, two comfy chairs.  Pictures of flowers and landscapes on the wall.  A big fireplace. Handcrafted end tables.
	Center was a dinning table, also handcrafted.
	Then the kitchen.  No appliances, none that were “modern day” in Hunter’s world.  Hunter saw on the dinning table three bowls.
	Three bowls?
	He tapped on the door.
	No one answered.
	Anyone home?
	He tapped again.  And again.
	He went around to the rear and tapped on the rear door.  A little path was hear that led out to the outhouse.  There was a stack of wood, an axe, another well, galvanized wash tub, and hung laundry.  Hunter quickly ditched his itchy dwarf clothes and selected new sets, they were a little small, but they fit.  Some were BIG.  There was an odd scent to them that bothered him, too.
	Alice smelled FOOD.
	There was something familiar coming from within.  Hunter tried the door, it wasn’t locked.  What fairy tale could this be?  He peeked inside the kitchen, held his tongue and then stepped all the way in.
	“H-hello!?” he nervously said.
	Nothing.
	On the handcrafted wooden table were three bowls, one-two-three.
	One had slight wisps of steam drifting up.  The other two did not.
	They looked a little familiar.  There was a hint of cinnamon & nutmeg.
	Alice was starving.  Despite being “blind” she sat at the table and quickly got into noshing on a bowl of porridge.  Hunter followed suit.
	Only a bit was left in the biggest bowl.
	Hunter rested, burped, and Alice went off to sit in one of the chairs.  Hunter sat back and tried to think.  Two story house, three bowls, in the forest.  There was Little Red, Repunzel, Hansel and Gretel…
	He simply couldn’t think.
	Oh well.
	Alice had sought sleep and was not denied, curled up in the large extra wide powder blue chair.  Hunter crossed the room and warmed himself by the fire.  Suddenly he heard singing, it was melodic and close by.  Surely such a sweet melodic voice couldn’t be a danger, could it?
	He hoped not.
	He backed up to see out the window when he heard the backdoor opening.  Panic overcame him, in a flurry he grabbed Alice and dove into a door under the stairs.  His hand clamped tight about her mouth the huddled in the darkness.
	For long enduring minutes he waited.  Then, he tried peeking through the small keyhole.  It didn’t help much.  He saw a mouse hole along the baseboard towards where the stairs were going up.  He had to lay on his belly and try there.
	He could see someone, just barely.  He shook his head to try and get a determination of what he was looking at.  Legs.  White stocks, black dress-like shoes.  A girl.  A human girl.  She seemed to be dancing or something.
	He didn’t think she was a woman, too small.  But then again he could be wrong.  There was little in this dopey fucked up world that made any sense.
	The pair of stockinged came his way, he backed up and panic once more set in.  But the “person” did not come to the closet door under the stairs but instead went UP the stairs.  
	Hunter waited and waited until a few minutes after the steps had diminished.  He tapped Alice and was about to move out from under the stairs when again he heard a melodic sound of music.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!”
	The front gate squeaked open and seconds later the front door.
	Hunter clutched Alice, in his hands he held a broom.  It was some weapon at least.  Pressing his ear to the door he heard a muffled sound of what seemed to be someone ripping a narly butt blast!
	“Oh Papa!” said a female-like voice.
	“Fuck this!” Hunter bitched and he lay back down to peer out the mouse hole.  He couldn’t see much but heard better.  He heard a heavy hand striking the table.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” yelled a deep voice.  
	“Not again!” added a gruff but female voice.
	“Doesn’t she ever learn!” commented a younger squeaky voice.
	There was stompings and Hunter saw furry/hairy brown feet coming his way.  Moving quickly.  Again they moved up the stairs in quick succession.
	Hunter waited a moment and once more grabbed Alice and made for the door.  Before hitting the front door he heard a gut wrenching scream.
	“Stay here.” he told Alice and he struck up the stairs, “like he had good sense” to see what was going on.

	What was going on was Papa Bear had Goldilocks down across his lap, spanking her!  Hunter (and Alice) were in the home of the Three Bears!  (d’uh)  Goldie’s clothes were off, tattered on the floor, her underpants at her ankles mostly to keep her young ten year old legs from flying about so.
	THEN, Papa Bear held the girl’s legs while the pudgy overstuffed Mama Bear held the girls arms and shoulders.  Baby Bear pulled his little blue trousers down and got up behind Goldie.  Then he did so infacto begin putting it to her!
	Hunter gulped and held his breath as he stared into the bedroom.
	Goldilocks and the Three Bears, was never told to him like this!
	Slowly, very fucking slowly, Hunter backed out and away.

                                                        *****

	Her kiddie pants were down, along with her kiddie undies.  She was bawling, clenching her young fingers.  Before her was her naked sister with an “object” she was pressing against the little one’s personal area--where she peed from.
	September nearly fell into the pool trying to get his sister’s attention.
	Kristy held her emotions and some time had passed since last the Imager had focused on them.  The strange man still had control of the situation, one hand with the Convincing Inflictor and the other the survival knife pressed against little Karen’s chest.
	Kristy had the task of undoing her sister’s clothes and taking them down.  Then, taking the lifelike phallic and pressing it to her young cunny.
	Then it was little Karen’s turn, to take the “cock” and try to shove it into Kristy’s asshole.  Kristy assumed the position, presenting her lovely young unfucked ass to her sister, the little tyke took the dong and pushed the head of it to Kristy’s hole.
	It wasn’t going in, not without a lot more umph.
	The man, the man seemed distraught.  He put down the knife and began fingering the little girl wedged between his legs, he caressed her and was seemingly trying to hump her.  He appeared most distressed.
	Suddenly the sound of many voices calling out “Kristy”  “Karen” broke the man’s attempts at anything further.  Kristy took a big risk by jumping up.
	“STOP!” shouted the man, he scrambled to relocate the knife.
	‘STOP!’ shouted Wendsy.
	And surprisingly Karen acted, wrenching from the man, pulling up her clothes and darting away.  But in her confusion she ran the wrong way, she ran down the woodsy hill, tumbled and fell and began rolling.
	Naked Kristy ran after her.  Priorities.  The man chased after them both.  Kristy slipped and fell and went rolling.  The man likewise.  Topping the hill were some of the callers, friends and associates of the missing sisters.
	One of the boys spotted the cast off clothes, focusing on the cast off panties.  The girls freaked out and couldn’t make sense of it.  Until someone shouted and pointed, down the hill where Kristy was just standing up butt naked with a camouflaged man chasing up after her.
	There wasn’t a lot of time, time to think or act.  Just do.
	Wendsy looked to her brother.
	September nodded and clutched the Stirring Stick.  Wendsy jumped out into the middle of the pond dramatically.
	Little Karen had bumped her head good on a log, she stood up still fussing with her clothes when suddenly before her a watery wall appeared.  She was too dazed to make sense of it and then a girl appeared, naked.  She made a grab for Karen and pulled her into the watery wall that shimmered with dazzling greenish light.
	“KAREN!” shouted Kristy.
	Nakedly Kristy ran for the where her sister had been.  The camouflaged man chased after.  Wendsy reappeared, she waved to Kristy who came abruptly up short at the log, staring, confused, in awe.  The sound of the man chasing up propelled her to come a little closer.
	‘Come on in.’ said Wendsy via Mindlink.
	Kristy shook off the first hit, but then complied (on her own or other--it wasn’t clear which).  
	The man came up and looked to one side as he saw what he couldn’t believe, his Subject disappearing into a mystically wall of water.
	Wendsy mulled it over, she looked back up the hill where a small herd of friends were running down the hill.  The man looked, too.  He gulped and swallowed and Wendsy nodded her head.

	‘Just relax.’ said Wendsy.  She clutched her sister and looked distraught, very distraught.  If not confused.  Her mind needed a few moments, or minutes, to adjust and take in her new surroundings.
	Karen breathed hard and winced from the boob-boo on her noggin.
	The stranger lay on the ground by the pool, slowly stirring.
	His first clear view was of the naked Wendsy.  Then the naked Josh standing by her, then the naked September close by.  To his right by the stone steps was Kristy and Karen.
	“W-what the hell!?” he exclaimed.
	“Hard to explain, but the gist is this is a parallel universe.  Welcome.”
	The man looked to Wendsy.  “Parallel--”
	“Universe.” she said, “Another version of where we were.”
	“Where--how?” he had a sudden plethora of a jillion questions.  None of which made sense.
	“Long story.” Wendsy said.
	The man sat up on his knees, he was in his mid thirties, dark hair with gray at the temples, he had been wearing a black beret, it was gone now.  A tuft of blond was in his thick dark hair.  He had an gold tack earring in one ear.  A hunter’s version of camys, including military-style boots with a mesh tongue.
	His name was Garson.  Garson Gargon.  
	Kristy looked to him with not so pleasing kind looks.  She nestled her chin onto the sniveling Karen, arms wrapped protectively about her.  The man looked about the new surroundings.
	“H-how do we get out of here?”
	“I don’t know.”
	“W-where IS this place?”
	“It’s a transition--”
	“Transition?”
	“Yes, a go-between.”
	“What does that mean?” he couldn’t believe he was having a conversation with a naked ten year old.
	“It means that it is a resting place (she guessed) between our Original World and the Parallel Universe beyond.”
	“Beyond?  Beyond what?  Where?”
	‘You ask too many questions, stop it.’
	Again, she didn’t know for sure if she had influence or what, but the man shut up and stood.
	Kristy reared back, pulling her sister with her.
	The man looked to her, he gave off no outside appearance of a threatening or dangerous person.  He was calm.  He gulped and licked his lips, he stayed as and where he was and said, “I-I’m sorry.”
	Kristy was taken, she didn’t know what to say.  That was unheard of.  It took her by surprise.
	Garson looked about his new surroundings, he was still filled with questions.
	“Hey, look!” said September.
	Everyone looked (or strained to peek).
	In the Imager Pool it was Hanna on her hands and knees, dress up over her waist, her panties on an ankle.  Logan behind her, his pants and underwear at his knees, pounding steadily against her ass, but he wasn’t in her; the scene showed his cock riding up her crack, going down between her legs but not in.
	Logan’s hands were up alongside Hanna’s chest, fondling her breasts and very near to busting a nut and sinking his uncovered cock into one of her orifices….
	When suddenly the shouts and screams of kids and teens broke their union.  Frantically the two horny teens scampered into their clothes, tumbling and falling and desperately not wanting to get caught in a compromising position.
	Kristy’s eyes bulged, mouth open, face in awe.
	“You know them?” Wendsy asked.
	Kristy couldn’t speak, she nodded.  Karen, held close to her big sister, peered as they stood AWAY from the strange man, peered into the pool and exclaimed, “That’s Logan and Hanna!”
	There were a dozen or so peoples amassing through the woods, adults and teens alike who had come to the search for the missing sisters.  Kristy was still trying to absorb what was going on, how could she be “seeing” where she was?
	“Do you want them here?” asked Wendsy.
	Kristy looked to the naked ten year old with a raised brow.
	“You can do that?”
	Wendsy nodded that it was so.
	“We are in a different place, not magical, not technological, just different, this is a doorway between the worlds.”
	Hanna and Logan were in a state of dire panic as the seconds ticked by and they fought to keep hidden and act nonchalant.
	Kristy shrugged her indifference.
	Wendsy looked to her brother.  He smiled, held the Stirring Stick, he had learned that placing the stick at the outer edge of the image and holding it firmly in place, the Image remained steady and would not be upset by Wendsy’s trudging thru the water.
	The two stopped short, out of breath and holding hands, eyes wide as a naked ten year old stepped thru a suddenly appearing wall of water.
	‘Rub yourself.’ Wendsy Minded to him, just to see if he would.
	There were hollers and shouts for the missing sisters growing closer and closer, there wasn’t a lot of time.	
	Logan pressed his hand to his still ready-to-fuck erection.
	Wendsy looked to Hanna.  ‘Rub your breasts.’ then, ‘Rub his cock.’
	Compliance!  Wendsy was satisfied, she had a Mind link with the two and could control them.  ‘Step inside.’

	It was some embarrassment to get over firstly, but it didn’t last long.  Hanna was glad to see Kristy, one of her best friends.  Logan was embarrassed, big time--there was Kristy, butt naked.
	There was a ten year old, butt naked.
	Two boys, butt naked.
	‘Relax!’ Wendsy commanded of them all.
	The intros were done, Wendsy learned that Logan wanted badly to fuck Kristy.  And secondly, he wanted badly to fuck Karen, too!!  He firstly wanted to fuck Hanna.  Both he and Hanna were trying to play it cool and not let anyone know they were an “item.”
	And of Hanna?  
	She was naughty with a male cousin, female cousin, too.  A girlfriend she and Kristy knew, too.  She also had a minor thing for young boys she babysat for.  Her pussy and asshole were semi virginal.
	Semi?
	No cock older than nine had been in her…
	She most often sucked on the boys she babysat for.  Three boys she sat for, from as young as seven to as old as nine, were doinking her.  She was a demure thing, private and caring, reserved, quiet and shy.
	But on the other hand she was as horny and naughty as all get out!
	Information of where and how they all were was transferred to their minds, to save time.  The embarrassment level was still high, Kristy highly embarrassed ‘cause she was naked.  Logan embarrassed ‘cause he had such a dramatic erection-lust-desire to FUCK; to fuck Kristy, Karen, Hanna (whom he ALMOST nailed); he wanted to fuck Wendsy, too.
	Wendsy checked Kristy.
	Kristy was mildly interested in Logan.  She was mildly curious about little boys, too.  She had one sexual experience with a girlfriend of her social group, but just one time.  She was an avid masturbator and had been caught at by her step-father who spanked her--just within the last couple of months, too!
	Cozy.
	Now was the breaking of the ice.
	‘Just relax.’ Wendsy had to convey to them all.  Garson, though, needed no coaxing.  He seemed, disgruntle, but not in a bad way.  He stepped away to a boulder and sat on the floor.  
	Josh sat back in among some boulders.  The cave was not a normal cave, duh!  The floor, ceiling, walls, all were a poof-dirt color scheme, er, a yellowish brown color.  All surfaces were smooth.  The pool, the Imaging Pool had an upraised eight inch lip encircling it.
	Kristy and Hanna stared at one another, heads bowed, embarrassed.  Hanna unaware that she and Logan had been “observed.”  Logan tried to keep his eyes to himself, or at least off of Kristy’s nudity.  He focused on Karen who knew him well and happily hugged him, unaware of his sexual fascination for her.  She bounded into him and as he sat on the steps to the pool she happily/eagerly occupied his lap.
	He copped a quick feel of her ass.
	 Wendsy surveyed them all.  One by one (w/o the aid of a Device) she lulled them.  Putting them at ease so as she could work on them One at a time.  She checked her brother and the pool, nothing “stirred” in the Imager.  It was green and revealed nothing.
	‘You seemed overdressed.’ Wendsy said to Hanna, ’Take off the dress.’
	When she began to comply, Kristy helped and Logan lusted, heavily.
	Kristy was prompted to “help” with the removal of her friend’s dress.  Thereafter the two rehugged and KISSED.  Josh, Garson, Logan, Karen, all stared in awesome awe, Kristy slipped her hands inside Hanna’s panties and Logan was “prompted” to undo Karen’s pants.  Karen was prompted to let him.
	Josh and Garson watched in awe.
	Logan solely focused on his doings, he lifted Karen’s shirt off and smoothed his hands over her bare chest.  Kristy was no so “alright” with this and Wendsy had to dink with her mind to make her so.  Strangely, Hanna was.  She blushed and was a bit embarrassed, realizing that she was being naughty with Kristy, knowing what Logan was doing, in the presence of a naked Josh, September & Wendsy.  Wendsy had to dink with her mind, too; but not as much.
	To make it easier on Kristy, and Wendsy, Wendsy had Kristy come and complete the undressing of Karen.  Kristy DID love her little sister, but their age difference and the fact that Karen was not biologically related put a dent in their buddy-buddy relationship.
	Wendsy needed help from September to calm Karen’s emotional state.
	Logan held Karen under the arms while naked big sister Kristy slid the tyke’s jeans down and off.  She had wet in them pretty good and it would be awhile before she would be putting them back on.  Then her panties came down.  Kristy caressed her sister’s ass,
	‘Take out his cock.’ Wendsy Minded Kristy.
	Hanna took the brief tour of looking around her new environment, she was a little bashful and the realism of what was happening began to set in.  In some part she regarded what had happened as something of a dream, it had happened all so fast that it was difficult to comprehend.
	The concept of “parallel universe” wasn’t sinking in, she merely thought that she, along with the others present, had dropped into some sort of cave, an underground cave.
	Kristy and Logan began to “lose it” as well.
	Karen, Kristy soon followed.
	Panic was setting in, realizing they were naked, in compromising positions, in awe, in embarrassment, everything.  Wendsy’s efforts were unraveling at an alarming rate and she could not contain them.
	She called for her brother’s help.
                                              *****

	Wendsy had a ringing in her ears and severe headache.  Her teeth hurt!  Josh kept to himself back at the steps, legs closed, but his cock was still hard and his balls could be seen.
	Garson remained by himself, too.  He seemed, despondent.  Wendsy had erased his memory of him from her mind, she hoped.  From Karen’s, too.  She didn’t know if she did a good job, it was a simple “Forget” command.
	Garson seemed depressed, sorrowful.  He stayed away from the others.
	After a time Wendsy regained control of herself, and then returned to weaving her wills:
	Kristy hugged her sister and pulled her down in a bending position.  Kristy sat on her knees, Karen’s head came into Kristy’s chest.  Logan sat up on his knees and with Hanna’s help his thrust monster poked at Karen’s very virginal poop chute.  
	Hanna stroked Logan’s cock, fondled his balls.
	Logan was acting mostly on his own, just taking the prompts from the girls.  He was willing.  Very willing.  He took his prick and went up and down Karen’s crack, poking at her hole in a dire state NOT to just jam himself into her.
	Kristy, Hanna--though both were naughty, nasty, and down right terrible, had minor qualms in concerns with the shenanigans involving Logan’s cock and Karen’s ass.
	Wendsy took care of that and put the two into a better frame of mind to “just accept it” and deal with it.
	At length, though, Wendsy let Karen off, by having Hanna go down on him instead, sucking him.  Josh was called over and he semi willing obeyed the prompt.  Timidly/shyly he concealed his naked cock, but when he got to the gang; he was prompted to “stuff it up Hanna’s butt.”
	Hanna parted a cheek, Kristy parted the other.  Josh had never sodomized before, he had never FUCKED before, only his hand and bed.  His young pud going up Hanna’s ass was glorious, glorious Centurion!  Hanna had taken cock there before, from young boys.  Josh’s schlong was just the right size.  He sank into up to the base, after much ado about being in awe about it.  His balls cinched up tight and he was a butt fucker for life!
	Garson finally came over, bemused and amused and curious about what was going on.  He didn’t get too close and kept his distance.  He eyed the naked Kristy, Hanna, Karen, and the actions of Josh butt fucking.
	Kristy caressed Josh’s ass.  Logan came off into Hanna’s mouth.
	Kristy stared in awe as the spunk flowed, out of Logan’s cock as well as Hanna’s mouth.  She retched and made a few faces, swallowed some of the sperm but spat out the rest.  There was a gleam in her brown eyes, though, cock sucking was in her favor.
	Josh got his “nut.”  he creamed her hole with his young immature jiz, pulled out and Kristy went down on him, sucking his pud, his balls, and licking Hanna’s asshole clean.
	Garson about fell over.
	So did Logan.
	‘You can join.’ Wendsy Minded to Garson.
	He looked to her, he DID massage himself, but Wendsy made a detection that something was amiss.
	Before she could find out,
	‘WENDSY!’

	“Do you know him?” Wendsy asked as the Imager focused more.
	Kristy and Hanna nodded that it was so, as did the naked almost fucked-in-the-butt Karen.
	The scene depicted was of the same sparse woods, the Subject was a little boy, about eight.  Well dressed, round face, red hair, out of breath, lost.  He had been in the search party.
	Wendsy looked to her brother, ’What do you think?’
	She knew better than to ask, he just gave a simple shrug.
	Wendsy rolled her eyes and they made good with securing ONE MORE.  Jackie.  He was eight.
	He had also been “involved” with both his favorite babysitters, Kristy and Hanna.  But being with the other folks was a bit much.  And then there was the lovely naked Karen.  At eight Jackie was not a child molester or even knew what the term meant, at eight years he really didn’t have a boner for young girls.  
	But, Karen WAS pretty, very pretty, and she often gave cause for his young pud to strengthen and dance in his underwear.  But he was satisfied to have been able to suckle Kristy’s breasts, to be fondled by her, caressed on the bare ass, and to hump her pussy through her panties.  (it was as far as she actually dared to go.)
	With Hanna, with dear sweet demure Hanna, Jackie had doinked her up the butt, in the mouth, and in the twat.  They had romped in his house naked, they had dashed outside to the backyard to his playhouse in the mid afternoon  butt bare assed naked!
	He was in awe, shock; Wendsy, Josh, September, and Karen.  Plus another dude (Garson.)  And what was more surprising and cause to give him confusion was the lackluster nonchaltantness they all were about the blatant nudity.
	He could live with it, though.  He was whimsical, outgoing, helpful, and loved to go nude.  He had no problem taking the prompt from Wendsy, Kristy and Hanna had a hand in his undressing.  His little pecker was already stiff.  The girls stroked him, caressed his ass and guided him into Karen’s mouth.
	Then, while Karen slurped on Logan’s aching ready-to-suck prong, Jackie entered Karen’s backdoor.  Karen retched, gagged, sputtered and spat out ALL the goo splashed into her mouth from Logan cum shooter.  Jackie was having a time at buttfucking.  He was still in shock and amazed, but was willing to forgo that in order to seek pleasure.
	Then, while Logan chilled out, he had to, Josh was allowed to get in on the action and he got a blowjob from Karen.  Kristy guided his cock into the young girl’s mouth and Hanna rubbed his ass, played with his balls, and Jackie continued sodomy.
	September got in on the act, coming up behind Hanna.
	Prompted, Hanna bent over and splayed her cheeks.  September entered her and Kristy lay out on her backside, placing her body under Hanna’s, sucking on Hanna’s cunt, September’s swinging balls.
	Josh took a turn into Kristy’s pussy before his cock gave out.
	September filled Hanna’s asshole to capacity and the on looking Garson looked as if though he were in some sort of serious torment.  He moaned, groaned, and sexually sighed.  He shuddered all over and remained fully clothed.
	Occasionally Wendsy would have to instill into Karen and Kristy to blot out their encounter with the man from earlier.  They all were still blasted by the experience of being in one place and then another.
	After a “settling” time, getting used to one another, Garson was privy to watch/observe up close and personal as Jackie got between Karen’s legs and entered her.  Kristy and Hanna right there to caress his bare humping ass as well as the slightly emotional Karen.
	Logan laid into Wendsy, her legs pulled far back and from her pussy to her asshole he went and managed to cum in both, emptying quite a mess onto her sex as a whole.  Both Hanna and Kristy then licked the girl clean.  Much to the awe of all those watching, except for September who grinned.
	Logan, after his cock was sucked by Kristy and Hanna, entered into Kristy’s backdoor.  When he had filled it with his love juices, Hanna sucked his balls and licked her best friend’s hole clean.  Then young Jackie took a turn, screwing both Kristy and Hanna.  Josh humped Karen’s pussy and then was sodomized by Logan.
	September took his turn, banging off into Karen, first, then butt humping Kristy, and languishing a long time into the sweet demure Hanna.
	Garson remained completely clothed during the whole ordeal.
	At length he slipped away to the lee side of the cave, er, where the great pale yellow boulders could hide him.  The rest of the gang were exhausted (sexually) except for Wendsy.  After peeing on Josh’s wares and having her cunny licked clean by Logan thereafter, she eased up to where the strange man was.
	The man leaned against one of the boulders, his camouflage pants slid down some to expose his ass.  There appeared to be no cock, though.  Wendsy paused, she careened her neck and Garson noticed her.
	He gulped and seemed embarrassed, frightened.  He had a few days growth of beard, unkempt hair, pale tired eyes.  This appearance made him appear mid thirties.  But he was not, cleaned, shaved, trimmed, he was more likely in his mid 20s.  Just aged through the progression of time, on his own, and the long enduring recovery of a tragic accident.
	Wendsy nonchalantly came a little closer.
	Garson could have moved, moved to his left but then would be out to where the ‘gang’ could see him.  There was no place to go in the small cave.
	Wendsy glanced to his sex.
	There was nothing there.
	No, he didn’t have a cunt, no testicles or cock, either.  A hermaphrodite was one who had both sex parts, this fella had none.  But not by a cruel joke of Nature, a cruel joke of a careless drunk driver.
	(Of course, getting a hummer while driving had something to do with it, too!)  The girlfriend had in her mouth at the time of impact his whole cock AND testicles!  The impact/crash/collision created by the drunk driver caused the steering wheel of Garson ’67 Chevy Impala to impact the girlfriend’s head.  The end result was the severing of manhood and accompanying equipment.
	By the time Garson and girlfriend were removed from the wreckage, and transferred to the hospital.  It was too late, returning that of which made Garson Gargon a man was impossible.
	Several attempts had been made, but they were lackluster at best and were non-functioning anyways.  He peed via a small tube from within.  He was very torn up, distressed, and pissed.  This explained a lot.
	There was nothing that Wendsy could do for him.  Except lay down and open her legs, masturbate, groan.  Garson looked to her, in essence, in reality, he was a good boy, a mild mannered fella who was at one time a strong Christian.  Perversion was next to nill in his Christian life, his first sexual experience didn’t come until he was sixteen.  Before than he only occasionally jerked off.  He had no interest in young(er) girls, he was not overly aware about the subject that was sodomy, gay sex, 69ing, around-the-world, etc.
	After the accident there was a major change in his demeanor.  
	He stared at the young (willing) Wendsy.  He rubbed himself where his cock ought to be, then went to his knees slowly.  Wendsy parted her legs more.  Garson looked, stared, sweated, and then went down, licking her pussy.
	There were strong sexual “feelings” welling up within the young man, despite the loss of proper equipment.  While his tongue languished within Wendsy’s cunt, a free hand fondled himself, grinding the heel of his hand against his sex.
	After a moment he sat up, sighed/breathed hard, panting.  The heel of his hand still pressed hard against him.  Their eyes met but there was little else Wendsy could do for him.
	‘Wendsy!  Come look!’ September shouted into her mind, interrupting her thoughts.

                                                *****

	It was a big tree, but not a giant redwood, the bark of this tree was actually green.  There was a hollow on one side, the actual height of the tree was unknown, the Imager only focused on the hollow--which was six foot in oval.  The diameter of the tree seemed to be approx. three times that.
	Inside the tree were two kids.  Two kids we all know and love, Sara and Ben!
	September shot a look to his sister, he had been redeemed!
	The two were still clothed and still very much lost and frightened.  They clung to one another as it appeared as if though the weather outside the hallow had turned nasty.
	It didn’t last long, though.  The two tree inhabitants continued holding onto one another, looking out and being very confused and scared.  Again Wendsy worked her magic, with September helping.  Mostly to calm them and put them at ease.  As well as into a more familiar frame of mind.
	Garson came around the boulders he had been hiding behind and watched as well.  Amused by what was happening.  Kristy, Hanna, Logan, Josh, all were very captivated.  Karen and Jackie were so-so.
	Jackie, though, became more enthused when the girl subject, Sara, stood up and leaned forward some, pulling up her dress.  The boy subject, Ben, tugged down her panties.  His young hands smoothed over the girl’s exposed butt, his young face went into her crack and began licking.
	Josh, Jackie, Logan, September, and if Garson could have his dick back, all had boners.  Kristy and Hanna stared with mouths open.  (all were unaware of Wendsy and September’s mental-hand in the deal.)
	After some minutes of crack exploration, Sara stood and so did Ben.
	They faced one another, Sara’s undies at mid thigh.  She undone Ben’s trousers and tugged them down, along with his underwear.  She then began toying/tugging/pulling on his young pud.  No one around the Imaging pool moved or said word one.  Karen was still only so-so caring about what she was seeing.
	Soon Sara was kneeling before the ever smiling Ben, addressing his cock and loving it.  She held his bald nads and then engulfed his young prick.  	When his pudling was as stiff as it was going to get, Ben and Sara completed undressing.  How much time had passed from when September had inadvertently upset the pool until the new image wasn’t known, but it was determined that during such time they had not sexually engaged since.
	Time to make up for lost time.
	Sara lay on her clothes.  Josh and Jackie were stroking their cocks hard as they watched, Kristy and Hanna was fingering themselves, Logan behind Hanna was up her ass fucking her.
	Ben lay on Sara, grinding his little pud onto her little slit.  Sara groaned, grunted, made a face, made another face.  She finally accepted Wendsy’s input and placed her hands onto Ben’s ass.  Ben finally managed to slip his itty prong into its proper resting place.
	The Fucking of Sara commenced.
	The Freaking out of Sara & Ben soon followed, a mix of sexual pleasure, discomfort, and grossed out by the broken hymen.  The blood coating young Ben’s cock and balls was not met well.  Both thought the worst and freaked out.  Wendsy & September had a time calming their fears.
	When their young fears HAD been at length calmed, the two left the tree naked.  Kristy focused on the boy, licking her lips and fingering herself even more, desiring the boy deeply.  Logan stepped up behind her, after emptying quite a load in Hanna’s ass.  He rubbed his cock up and down Kristy’s ass, admired Karen who stood nearby, then stuffed Kristy’s poop chute and was greatly relieved.
	A pool of water (normal) was nearby, here Sara and Ben cleaned themselves, then stood so as the onlooker from beyond could have a nice looksee of the two.
	‘Think we should bring them in?’ Wendsy asked.
	‘Might as well.’  why not?

	They were allowed to get back into their clothes, walk a bit, hold hands, and be as confused as possible.  Which wasn’t hard to do.  They walked a bit, looked around, then walked some more.  A nut tree helped their hunger, they even found a pomegranate tree; it was messy but helped stem the tide of hunger pains.
	September looked to his sister, she didn’t seem to be making any moves to retrieve the pair.  She seemed content with just merely “observing” them.  Nothing wrong with that.
	The day where the children were seemed to be warming up, after the brief afternoon rain.  After their fill of nuts and pomegranates they rested.  Thereafter they continued to walk, they said nothing, but held hands.  When little Ben paused to haul out his pee-pee to pee, he no longer hid that fact and Sara watched him.  On their own!
	‘Get behind him.’ Wendsy said to the girl.
	Compliance!
	‘Play with his pee-pee.’
	Yep, that, too!
	Ben finished his pee, Sara stroked his little bone, fondled his hairless nads, then worked his clothes down.  She herself, under “prompting” went to her knees, pressing her face to his bare butt.  To each cheek she kissed; then, the boy bent over--under prompting--and Sara took a turn at licking his crack!
	The newcomers to the Imaging Pool were in all.  They stared in awe and could only look on in awe.  September popped his neck, fondled himself, and farted.
	Ben turned about, looking down to Sara.  He was grinning big.  She clamped her hands to his little ass and engulfed his little dick.  Ben pumped like he knew how.  He was too young to cum, but close counts.
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	Sara began stripping, as soon as she did little Ben did likewise, on his own!  Once naked Sara was instructed to lay down on her clothes, open her legs--Ben was instructed (although he didn’t need so much encouragement) and lick out Sara’s twat.
	From there they grinded into one another, giggling, kissing, hands on one another’s ass.  Ben finally got the knack of penetrating Sara’s young pussy.  She soon was on her hands and knees and before the unseen onlookers shock (and delight) Ben was butt humping the girl!
	
                                           *****

	The Imager shimmered and the scene slipped into normal mode.  Wendsy stared with HER mouth open.  ‘Damn.’ she said.  She looked to her brother whose cock was hanging low, all fucked out and out of cum.  He hadn’t been responsible.  No one had.  Was had happened?  Wendsy was a little distraught, she had lingered too long, she should have secured the two kids when she had the chance.
	‘Damn.’

	With a little break in the Imager, the cave dwellers scouted around to see their new home.  Garson was the only one who remained clothed.  The rest still adjusted to being naked in among mixed friends and sexes.  Some were more comfortable with it than others….
	Upon exploration there were found hidden niches, niches that by direct line of sight they were not seen, one had to be virtually with shoulder against the wall and look along the wall to see.  Then, the niches could be found.
	IN the niches were bounties of sustenance.
	The niches were carved out of the cave wall, being small and none bigger than 2 feet deep by 3 feet wide.  They were illuminated by a soft green light.  The niches with water came by a mini waterfall trickling down a multi-coral aquarium-like rock formation; there was bits of moss growing but the water was absolutely crystal clear, fresh, and quite delicious!
	In other niches there were grapes in bunches, bananas, too.
	Apples, berries, oranges, and nuts.
	There seemed to be an ample supply and despite everyone having their share, when looked again, that of which had been taken was replaced!  It was a little spooky for some, not at all to others.  
	No meats, though.
	In the rear of the cave, an alcove was found, using the same method of shoulder to the wall and looking along.  The alcove was the ye olde bathroom.  It had a carved stone seating area with three “holes” that disappeared into inky darkness.
	No toilet paper, but stacks and stacks of papaya paper nearby.
	Mangoes, papayas, passion fruit, pineapples, grapefruit was found the following morning, replacing those fruits of the previous day.  (Though “time” meant diddly where the group was, Logan had the only working watch, on it it had the “moon phase” to indicate “PM” & “AM”.
	The temperature in the cave-home was tolerable.  No air movement, no sounds other than their own.  Lighting seemed constant but it couldn’t be determined exactly from “where.”	
	No one seemed to ask the obvious in regards to the Imaging Pool,
1)  Was it a One Way Travel?  2)  Could one go BACK thru?  3)  What ELSE did the Imager do?
	Wendsy had some idea, but wasn’t volunteering any information.
	The gang seemed to be content with where they were.  No need to upset them or get their hopes up with a possible trip home/from whence they came from now was there??
	There was still the minor embarrassment and shyness of prancing about butt/buck naked.  Josh was so himself, but mostly it was due to the simple fact that he wanted desperately to fuck Karen, her sister, Hanna, and Wendsy.  Logan had the same problem.
	Getting used to going about naked was going to take a while, some were more comfortable with it than others.  Going to the bathroom together, too, was another hitch.
	September watched the Imager for any changes, Wendsy was curious about what happened and everyone was curious as to what happened the two kids depicted.
	The exploration of the new home continued.
	By the afternoon of the second day another hidden alcove had been found.  Here there was actually a small short hallway.  Along the walls were large niches.  All carved from the stone walls which were very smooth.  What was even more remarkable was the fact that the surface of the large personal niches were “soft.”  It played heavily with the mind, it wasn’t natural as the hands pressed down and found it most like a familiar bed!
	There, too, was a pillow!
	Another “bathroom” seating further down the hall, enough “beds” for all, if you didn’t mind the slight closed in feeling.  Wendsy took the opportunity, she was tired and a rest was nice.  September noshed on the various offerings found in the niches and stayed out in the Imaging area.
	Josh accompanied him.  Garson was hiding again.  Kristy put Karen down, cooing her to sleep, the whole experience was still being digested.  Logan and Hanna “hooked up” again, Kristy emerged back into the main room finding the two doing it doggy-style.
	Kristy became very aware of her own nudity and without Wendsy’s calming nature, she grew a little frightened.  September chilled her and brought her over to him; whereupon she latched onto his ready-to-suck cock and sucked him dry.
	Thereafter he had her go and suck on Logan’s swinging balls as she lay underneath her best friend, Hanna.  Hanna took to sucking on Kristy’s cunt and September was revitalized.  He sank himself into Kristy’s cunt, as well as into Hanna’s mouth.
	Logan emptied his tool into Hanna’s ass, spanked his cock against her flesh and spilled every ounce of his love juice onto her cheeks and hole.  Kristy (amazingly on her own) licked Hanna’s hole.  
	Josh got his balls sucked on as he took HIS turn into Hanna’s backdoor, he also entered into her pussy and fucked until he creamed her therein.  Thereafter the girls were exhausted, as was young Josh.  Garson had spied on the group during the whole time.
	Logan sat back on his haunches masturbating.  September peered into the pool, stared longingly at the passed out Hanna and Kristy, then smiled to himself and left the “room.”
	Moments later Logan joined him as the pudgy younger fella had young Karen’s legs opened wide and eating her young delectable pussy.  Logan circled jerked and patiently waited his turn. 
	He watched and was amazed that the little tyke wasn’t throwing a fit or upset as September seriously got involved in tonguing her pussy, fingering fucking her asshole.  She seemed to be awake but maybe she wasn’t.  Along the walls spaced apart every other sleeping niche was a palm sized mass of what looked like mix meshed coral, it glowed in colors softly.  By pressing one’s palm onto the smooth glass-like object the lighting in the hall either brightened or dimmed.
	It was dim in the hall so Logan couldn’t rightly tell too much of what was going on, Karen’s head and shoulders were inside her niche, the rest of her was out being supported by September.
	September soon had his cock sliding into Karen’s body.
	Logan breathed hard, stepping right up close and seeing for himself that Karen seemed to be awake, but possibly in a daze or something--she wasn’t blinking, just staring.  She didn’t even make any faces as September’s cock slid all the way into her.
	September was merely twelve, he was pudgy, but had a nice cock just the same.  Karen was six and not quite capable of really taking on boys and their “toys”.
	After September emptied himself and nearly fell on his trembling weak legs, Logan took his turn, poking Karen’s pussy and asshole.  He humped the child’s cunt, sliding himself INTO her, desiring her as deeply as he desired to screw her sister and Hanna!
	He had just cum all that he thought he would be able to cum when he noticed beside him was Wendsy.  While he held up Karen’s legs, she cleaned the child off with her tongue.  September had Kristy on the equally soft floor of the cave, fucking her.
	Logan eased his cock into Wendsy’s mouth--not that he had any choice!  She sucked on his funky cum stained cock, his balls, and drained him into oblivion!

                                               *****
	  
Got Nasty?
	She rested her hand on his butt, slowly he pumped into the girl beneath him; against the girl’s face a cock languished about, the head going into her mouth, sometimes the accompanying furry tezzies also.  She seemed distant, her mind still needed dinking with for full optimum compliance.
	The others were coming around, the boys moreso than the girls.  Hanna had some minor issues with all the blatant nastiness going on, but so long as it was not against anyone’s will, so be it!
	Kristy caressed Jackie’s young ass, Karen beneath him wriggled and giggled some.  Logan cock rested against her pretty little face, Kristy’s eyes focused on his cock as it went into the little sister’s mouth.
	She had issues.
	Josh enjoyed boning Hanna.  Hanna enjoyed Josh’s bone.
	Wendsy sat on a small boulder close to the Imaging Pool, staring into it.  She regretted not trying to retrieve Ben & Sara, she should have, she knew it.  Would the Imager return to them?  How did the Imager work anyways.  What was the Cave the Imager was in in the first place?  Who built it, what was its purpose?
	She determined that it was possibly a way home, or to other homes, er--worlds.  And she further guessed that it was One Way, or that the Imager only produced its door from the Cave; sooooooo, whoever had lived in the cave, built it, etc., might have inadvertently stepped thru the magical portal, and not been able to get back.
	She could handle that, it made sense anyways.
	With a sigh she Minded to her brother who sat across from her, ‘Stir the pool.’
	September picked up the gnarled staff, it was an odd color of yellow, one of those sickly pale colors; porous, too.  It had two blunt ends, but the one end had a more pronounced “knob” to it with intricate markings/symbols.
	It was some 5 feet in length.  September took it and placed it into the shallow pool and began swishing the water like a paddle, but remaining where he stood.
	Soon the mysterious water began spinning about the pool, the curious green light in the middle began to pulse and grow brighter.
	‘Stop, that’s enough.’ Wendsy Minded him.
	September complied, his actions had caused the other members of the Cave to come about and see what was going on.
	The water swirled about until suddenly from the middle a tower of water shot up like a fountain.  It burbled for a moment and then in the center it parted and there was something like smoke; a grayish foggy smoke.  It lasted only a moment, replaced by a clear image, like looking thru a window.
	There was nothing there, though.
	No one moved.  A minute later and the fountain collapsed.

	After the ripples formed caused by the collapsing water fountain stopped a shimmering of the pool began.  This was more familiar.  Wendsy hoped that the two Subjects would return; if they did, she was retrieving them no matter what!
	But it was NOT the two subjects they were familiar with; a different setting, an arid remote landscape, high desert, daytime.  The Imager revealed only the landscape, lone Joshua trees, cacti, sage, and boulders.  Slowly, though, it brought into view a trail.  Not a game trail, but a walking trail.
	The trail was one that was well used and marked with small wood posts along it.  The trail meandered along the desert until coming to a large ridge of boulders.  The landscape took a small dip in flatness.  There was shade on the lee side of the great boulders, three young people were here.  Early aged teens, two girls, one fella.
	One of the girls seemed to be “sleeping.”
	The other two young people seemed distressed.
	“You can run faster than I can!” said the lone distressed-upset boy.
	The conscious girl also visibly upset and highly emotional concurred.
	“Okay, you’re right, I’ll-I’ll be right back, I swear!”
	The lone boy nodded and said, “Hurry!” as he lovingly comforted the young girl, girlfriend, sister, whatever.
	The conscious girl took off running.
	She only made it to around the front side of the boulders when Wendsy stopped her.
	The lone boy sighed and made comments of reassurance to the unconscious girl.  The boy had odd styled blond hair, not too mention his face.  It was geeky looking and not refined.  He was approx. 14 yrs young, denim long sleeved shirt, long corduroy jeans, hiking boots.  
	The unconscious girl was of equal age, permed blond hair, a sweet looking girl, a Christian necklace she wore and was being fondled by the boy.  Rosy cheeks she had, more than ample breasts, a stripped horizontal blouse that was light & airy, long sleeved, light colored blue jeans.
	The other girl “paused” beyond the boulders was a dark haired girl, tight butt in tight fitting dark blue jeans, green pullover top.  She was also approx. fourteen years young, short haired, a little taller than her companions, and long legged.
	Wendsy paused in her thinking, everyone around her was watching in awe for something to happen.  September felt that all was good and they had the time.  Wendsy wanted a little information before proceeding.
	She found out that the lone boy and unconscious girl were siblings, brother & sister.  The girl was a year younger than he.  He, Brandon, was at the pivotal age whereas he had a near constant boner most of time; his waking hours as well as his sleeping time.  He was a so-so masturbator, he was a virgin.  He did sometimes occasionally hump his bed.
	He did sometimes lust for his sister, ’specially when he saw her in her panties, bathing suit, sleepwear, and naked.  He had memories etched into his noggin from the times when she was younger; when she was in her streaking period, and not modest.  As she got older he had to settle for when she was nonchalantly in her undies or sleeping clothes, bathing suit. 
	He lusted for her friends.  He lusted for his mother’s friends, daughters of his mother’s friends, 99% of the girls at his church, his friends‘ sisters, his friends sisters’ friends.  
	Morals?  Some, he tried not to lust for girls younger than himself.  That was wrong.  But sometimes not helped, not helped when the girls under ten inadvertently flashed him while she tumbled in the grass of a front lawn he was passing; a young one unknowingly inviting perversion while pulling up her dress and giving everyone and anyone a “show.”  
	Girls from 8 to 10 in super tight jeans.
	Girls in super short skirts & dresses.
	Girls, girls, girls.
	He was a typical male.
	For the most part he managed to keep his lustful feelings to himself, after a good circle jerk or an occasional bed hump, he felt better, relieved, and could go on with his life.  He was a Christian, a devout teen involved heavily in his church, mostly in regards to the choir.
	He was an honor student, helpful, loving, and had a sister who had passed out due to the heat.  She was a mild diabetic who needed immediate medical care.  Brandon was not a runner, he was clumsy at it.
	Megan was the runner, she had the legs for it.  Their parents were at the desert vista not far away.
	Holly was unconscious and Wendsy could not glean any information from her as such.
	Megan, though, was close at hand.
	She was a Christian girl, too.  Morally just, a few stray thoughts of sexual depravity, but mostly in regards with boys her age, some a little older, NONE younger than herself.  She worked with children, never thought anything of molesting any boy she helped.  She babysat for young boys, helped them bathed, wipe, dress.  Never had any naughty thought in regards to sexual debauchery.
	She DID have some thoughts about what it would be like to be gang banged, or “trained.”  She spanked herself and fucked her self with a Coke bottle, some fruits from the crisper, and had let the family dog lick her cunny!
	Other than that…
	Wendsy had something to work with.  She trained her Mind to Brandon.  Slowly she re-weaved his thinking, but it wasn’t a hard thing to do, already the boy realized the optimum potential he had.  Holly was long gone and wouldn’t be back for several-several minutes.  He had time.
	He just needed a little encouragement, a little goading.
	Wendsy was all too happy to provide.  In that matter she understood some of what August Moone was like, using his infamous Device to control other people, make them do things that they would not normally do.  It was more of a (sexual) turn on than anything else.
	Not much prompting was needed, partially on his own Brandon undone his sister’s jeans.  Mostly she had lost consciousness due to the excessive heat and lack of water.  
	Brandon carefully unhitched the jeans and pulled the flaps back.  The unconscious sister breathed, but it was labored.  She DID need some medical attention.  
	Brandon was sweating.  He held his breath and lip and with trembling fingers inched the jeans down.  Off-white undies with pink roses.  Bikini style.  The jeans were taken down to fully expose, Brandon gouged his bulge with the heel of his hand, droplets of sweat fell onto his sister’s blouse, he was lusting heavily and heavier.
	The jeans were moved down a little more, to the knees.  Brandon eyed the girl, taking trembling fingers to her muffin, admiring it, noting the bulge, the whole crotch area.  “Oh God!” he breathed.  His neck muscles tightened, he closed his eyes and soon had his cock out, not caring at the moment if anyone came around the boulders or not.
	With slight prompting from Wendsy and on his own, Brandon took down his own jeans and underwear, then took his unconscious sister’s hand and had her stroke him, cup his balls, rub his ass.
	This soon led to the opening of her blouse and the flipping up of her bra.  Brandon ran his bare cock against the flesh, then tilted her head to make her suck on the head.
	Megan being unconscious did not “suck.”
	He then went for broke by easing down Meg’s panties.
	For a long enduring moment he stared at her furry pussy.  Then he gan exploring using his fingers, parting the lips and getting more of an education than ever he could from Sex Ed classes or health books.  His cock and balls strengthened and he laid on his sister, grinding his cock onto her pussy and humping until he creamed.
	He diddled his fingers in the mess, working up his sister’s cunt and not knowing if whether or not she was a virgin.  (she was.)  He sucked on her titties while his cock languished on her humped cunny.
	“What would you do if you caught Brandon fucking his sister?”
	Holly stood sweating, growing tired from all the standing, she needed to pee and possibly poop.  The image of her friend and Brandon came into her mind, she had seen Meg naked before, no biggie.  Neither were sexual towards one another, they didn’t even discus masturbating.
	How did she feel about brothers and sisters fucking?
	She knew that it happened, she was a single girl herself.  But she had cousins who fooled around, she felt that it was alright--when they were younger, preteen and such.  Just sexual exploration.  But as the siblings grew older those sexual feelings (and activities) towards one another should stop.
	 Holly had never seen Brandon naked.  She HAD seen her cousin Mel naked.  She HAD seen her cousin Mel and cousin Shelly fuck.  She kept it to herself, they two sibs had been twelve at the time, Shelly actually eleven.
	But Brandon and Megan, could she handle seeing them sexually engaged?
	Holly didn’t know.  
	Could she handle seeing Megan SUCKING Brandon’s dick?
	Could she handle seeing Megan on her hands and knees with Brandon behind her?  Spanking?  Peeing on one another?  Sixty-nining one another?
	The images caused Holly to sweat more and to pee in her pants.
	‘Take off your pants and shirt.’ Wendsy said to Holly.
	Slowly Holly complied, removing her shoes and socks, too.
	She remained in her undies and walked back around the boulders.

	Her first reaction was one of classic awe.
	The realization that she herself was not so well dressed was elusive to her, her mind was suddenly filled with Brandon with his pants and underwear down at his ankles on top of his sister who was partially nude herself!
	Brandon was oblivious to Holly’s sudden return, his mind was solely occupied with his sister.  
	‘If you could get away with it--’ Mind Wendsy to Brandon, ‘would you?’
	Brandon only had to pause a moment before acknowledging that despite his strong Christian morals & ethics he WOULD fuck his sister at a given opportunity (such as now.)
	Wendsy was cool with that.  She helped him hustle the unconscious girl out of her clothes, one piece at a time.  On his own he sniffed his sister’s panties, lingered staring at her nudity, his cock seriously aching to be inside his sister’s cunt.
	Wendsy didn’t hold him back.  He lay on her and guided his brotherly prick into her cunny and began fucking.
	Holly stood staring, and Wendsy determined that she WAS okay with it, she had always suspected that the two may indeed already involved; but it was private and very personal thing.  She had always wanted to ask if Megan was fooling around with her brother.  She thought they two of them were so Churchy they wouldn’t possibly do such a thing.  But they might and be sneaky about it and pull the proverbial wool over everyone’s eyes.
	As Brandon pumped into his virgin unconscious sister, Holly waltzed over and caressed his bare ass.  Brandon was still unaware.  Holly slipped her hand inside her undies and frigged herself.  Wendsy saw in her mind that she wanted to have Brandon fuck her.  She also wanted Megan to lick her pussy out!

	Megan’s legs were up along her brother’s bare chest, his cock buried to the hilt in her hot little pussy, his balls tight against her asshole as he paused to strain and shoot loads of brotherly spunk.  Holly smacked his ass getting her kicks in, too.
	After he unloaded into his sister, Holly used Meg’s panties to “clean up.”  she cleaned off Meg’s soiled/broken hymen and Brandon’s cum spewing cock.
	‘Suck his cock.’ Wendsy said after said cock was cleaned thoroughly enough.
	Holly hesitated a moment and then went down, gobbling his cock like she knew how.  (but she didn’t, it was just natural instinct)
	She slurped on his shaft and balls, too.
	Brandon emptied his third cum shoot into her mouth.
	Holly was “turned around” by prompting, She tugged her undies down some and Brandon without being prompted stepped and pressed his leaking half dead cock against her ass flesh.  Holly parted her cheeks and Brandon fingered her hole before forcing his not-so-erect cock into her backdoor.
	The images of little girls in their panties, little girls streaking, his sister, his sister’s friends, etc. filled his mind and soon he was hard (enough) again to make anal entry successful.

	‘Wendsy!  Some-something’s happening!’
	‘What?’
	‘I don’t know, I-I think it’s going to change or something.’
	‘Hold it!’ she said to him, then dramatically waltzed out into the pond, September placed the crooked gnarled stick into the pool and held it firm, hoping to hold the Image steady until she could make the retrieval.