August Moone
Book 4
Still Tripping
Chapter 17
The Narlykind

Familiarities
	One step, two steps, a tumble, a roll, a fall, a near plummet and then there was the creek.  Was it the same creek?  She didn’t know, didn’t care, it was A creek. 
	It was as big as the one she had followed recently.  It was dangerous to cross.  There were pools and Indian bathtubs here and there, and over there.  She drank some of the water and washed her nude bruised body up as much as she could.  She looked around for any signs of anyone, hikers or other.  A ranger would be nice.
	Surely not EVERYONE in the free world had gone bonkers and turned to being sex crazed.  She relieved her bowels and it hurt.  She couldn’t remember the last time she shit, it was one of those “automatic” things one didn’t think about--just did.  Unloading took a big strain on her and her asshole bled some as a result.  There was no “toilet paper” per se, nothing pertinent to utilize for wiping, but being close to the waters edge she used her fingers and a river stone and then quickly washed and re-washed her fingers.
	Thereafter she picked her way down the creek, stumbling over rocks and logs and almost careening into the tumultuous creek that was something of actually being a small river.  Panicked that she could fall in and drown or be thrashed against the unforgiving boulders she once more sought more shelter inside the woods.
	Hearing voices gave her hope.
	Seeing familiar nude bodies dashed them.
	The most recent family, the boys and girls; now accompanied by the mother and youngest boy.  The two oldest boys were once more humping madly; Travis had Jennifer (his girlfriend) on all fours and he was behind her.  She herself slurped on young Taylor’s cock, sucking in his balls and all!  
	Beside them was Tray and Beth; Tray lay on the slight slope to the creek, braced against a small tree, holding onto some roots to keep his place.  Beth was on his lap, his cock in her pussy. 
	The mother sat nonchalant nearby.
	Mandy sat dejected and watched.
	Travis did his deed; upon pulling out he shot a massive load of young teen spunk, splattering the matter all over the creamy cheeks of his girlfriend.  He then began earnestly fingering her hole.  He tried to stuff her asshole with his prick but it was dying off too softly--but he tried nonetheless!
	Tray managed to cum nicely into Beth’s cunt, a final jut shot out and splashed onto her stomach as his cock popped out before final milking.  The girl smeared the goo all over her stomach.  She squeezed the boy’s nads and then eased off of him to stand, placing her naked ass to his face.
	Tray grinned sheepishly and leaned up and began noshing on the girl’s crack.  This helped Travis get a boner going again, but he didn’t put it into his girlfriend, instead it went into his mother’s mouth and then into her cunny.
	Both boys took a turn screwing their mother, the girls sucked on Taylor and then 69ed one another while Taylor eased himself into the girl on top, Beth.
	Mandy slowly moved away…

II
	Behind her the young girl was pumped (by her grandfather.)  Mandy clenched her own asshole as she knew to a point what it was like to be violated in such a manner.  She pursed her lips, too.  In the girl’s mouth was her best friend, DJ.  Beside them redhaired Casey lay on top of little four year old Kellie.  Beside them, Corinna had little Truman between her legs for a light grinding.
	DJ got the “look” in his eyes, his sheen black skin glistened with sex sweat in the late of the afternoon.  Cum squirted out of the boy’s schlong, filling Katey’s mouth as her grandfather, Noah, filled her asshole.
	Little Kellie wriggled and fussed on the ground as Casey’s bone she did not like but the horny nine year old pump vigorously.  Corrina had a strong grip on cousin Truman, having him hump her fiery pussy--occasionally he managed to actually get INto her pussy.
	Mandy doubted there was any help from them.  The grandpa and the black boy and the nine year old would all want to fuck her first, probably pee on her and have her suck them.
	She sighed and very slyly slipped away.
	The whole world was crazy!  What had happened?  When did it happen?  She was not sex crazed, she liked boys; sure, but not to the point of shirking modesty and morals.  It was incredulous, incomprehensible, outrageous, un-fucking-believable!  It was a nightmare, pure and simple, a bloody fucking nightmare!

And then…
	Little Jack Horner, he sat on a boner, pounding his pud all day
	And when he was done, in his hand he had cum, and up his butt 	‘cause he was gay!	

	The woods sort of took on a strange look, she couldn’t place it but she knew there was something--odd.  At first it was the trees, but then she noted the ground, rocks, boulders, and even the very air!  All seemed--odd to her.
	Green?  A curious shade of green?  No, more gray, a greenish-gray.
	Curiously Mandy looked all around her, it seemed as if though she had stepped into--into--into another world!  It was strange!  It was weird!  It was unbelievable!  It was impossible!  
	There was no understanding it, it was as it was.
	She could “feel” the ground beneath her feet (and fingers.)
	She could “touch” the strange trees and boulders.
	There didn’t seem to be any “scents”, smells, or anything of the like.
	For a moment she held her pose and didn’t move.  Something wasn’t right.  She managed to gather herself, pop her neck and looked all around her again.  Something wasn’t right, the woods, the boulders, all of it; not right.
	Suddenly, though, a LARGE furry white rabbit appeared.
	He wore a green vest and a green top hat.
	“Hello!” he said cheerfully.
	‘What the fuck!?’ blurted Mandy (to herself)
	The 6-ft. rabbit twitched it’s long whiskers, hiked a leg and began to pee on a mulberry bush.  It then blew a narly fart, grunted, sneezed, and hopped off into the bushes--all the while bellering something about “I’m late, I’m late!”
	Mandy looked to where the rabbit had gone, shaking her head in total disbelief.  “I didn’t see that, I didn’t see that.  I did NOT see that!”  she thought she was having an acid trip, best to sit the fuck down and chill the fuck out until it passed.
	Presently a little girl in a serious frilly white and pink dress appeared.  She wore a bonnet, long blond curls, and bare foot.  She seemed--odd.  She looked out of place, not for just the setting of the odd green-gray forest, but herself as a whole; her face and mannerisms didn’t fit her for being in such a fine pretty dress.
	“Hello.” she said, not alarmed by Mandy’s nudity.
	Mandy stared at the strange girl.
	“Have seen Edgar?”
	Mandy raised an eyebrow, “Edgar?”
	“Yes, my pet frog, he’s always hopping off somewhere!”
	“There’s only been this rabbit--”
	“That’s him!” shrieked the young girl.
	“You said, ‘frog’.”
	“I know,” proclaimed the girl, “Edgar is ALWAYS changing into some form or another.  He’s such a naughty thing!” and with that the girl promptly pranced off in search of the frog-rabbit, picking at her butt and clomping bushes with a long walking stick.

	Along came a boy in blue.  Tall he was with shoulder length blond hair, a blue beret, a velvet shirt and breeches.  He carried a satchel and was playing a piccolo.  He paused to greet Mandy.
	“Hello!” he said cheerfully.  He seemed not to notice Mandy naked.
	Mandy offered a meek smile, ‘surely must be tripping’, she thought; she knew that doing acid would came back on her at any given time without warning.  She nodded to herself that it was what must have happened, she was having a bad relapse of a bad acid trip!
	The Boy Blue’s eyes were heavily glazed over, he seemed to be teetering, wavering somewhat, too.  A huge goofy grin etched near permanently on his ridiculous face.  To Mandy he appeared (other than stoned silly) like one of those goofy cartoon characters, caricatures, and what not from the 30s/40s.
	“I was just tripping by, fancy a hit?” he asked as he wobbled.  He wore a long blue tailed outfit with a blue neck tie, white ruffled shirt.  He slouched, badly.
	Mandy didn’t know what to do, or say.
	“A hit?” she queried.  Then suddenly, the piccolo the dufus doof was holding was not a musical instrument at all but a doobie!  A joint!  A fat joint at that!
	The Little Blue Boy took a hit, his cheeks blushed red, he closed his eyes and slouched forward even more.  “Groovy, baby, real groovy!” he sighed.
	Mandy got a whiff of the doobie.  It was pure.  It was good--she got high just sniffing it!
	“Ah, fuck him, chicky baby, come over here and get yerself some real good shit!”
	Mandy whirled about and saw what looked to be like a fat cat.  A real fat cat.  He was 25-30 pounds of pussy (cat), orange stripped, with super long whiskers that curled at the tips.
	The cat sat on a low slung branch of a gray-green tree, a large leaf from a vine-type plant was up to the branch and on it was a white powdery substance--the fat cat was making “lines” out of the powder using his curved claws of his paws; then, using a hollow reed was “snorting” the powder up his nose!
	Little Boy Blue was gone.
	Was he ever really there?  Mandy looked all around and couldn’t believe the stoned goof could have gotten away so quickly.
	“W-where am I?” Mandy had to ask.
	The cat wiped his face and whiskers with a paw as cat’s do, reared back with equally glazed eyes.  “Mmmmm, chicky baby, yer in a land of hopes and dreams, lost dreams and no hope.”
	Oh, well--that made sense.
	She began to think that it was all a dream.  That made better sense, any minute she was going to wake up in her bed.
	“Mmmm, chicky baby wanna take a little toot?” the fat cat closed his eyes and grinned, reared back some and licked his whiskers.
	“Uh, no thanks.” replied Mandy.  This was just too fucking weird.

	The fat cat, whose name was “Chessie” continued snorting his powder, Mandy remained close by hoping any minute to awaken from the very bizarre dream.  Did it have any meaning?  Why all the sexual depravity?  Why Kristy and Stacie involved?  The kids, the whole thing--it couldn’t be real, it just couldn’t.
	Could it?
	“Is there any one ELSE around here, normal--like me, or something?”
	“Hmmmm, could be, chicky baby, don’t know if she’s home, she usually has some good shit, too!”  
	Mandy rolled her eyes.  “Is she like me, I mean, human?”
	“Mmmmmm, could be, chicky baby, could be.” the cat leaned way back totally gone.
	“I’m outta here.” Mandy quipped.  
	She noted something that resembled something of a small trail.  It was better than nothing.  

	The trail wound this way and that, that way and this.  Over a creek--and then under one.  Mandy stood at the top of the “hill” where the trail dipped down--staring at the course of water that went straight across at head level.  She pursed her lips, closed her eyes and ambled on down the trail.  At the bottom of the small-small dip/hill she looked up and could see fishes and aquatic plants, rocks and stones and such--just no earth to support them.  She dared herself to reach up the short distance and “touch” the unsupported water, but chickened out and continued on her way.
	Presently she smelled something.  Food!  Cinnamon apples!  Frying chicken!  And other pleasantry smells.  She almost broke into a run.  A clearing came to her very quickly and there stood a quaint little cabin.  A line of washing was out behind--where Mandy had come to.  A pile of wood, a galvanized wash pan and tub.  A water well, another pile of wood, and a small wooden house Mandy took to be a shed of some kind.  Some kind.  (outhouse)
	The smells wafting on the still air prompted Mandy to come hither.
	As she drew closer--she heard sounds.
	It took a moment for clarity.  And then…!
	Peeking into a back window thru a part in some checkerboard curtains Mandy saw a sight unbelievable.  On an old iron bed with a canopy was a naked old woman.  On top of her (between her legs) was a wolf!  He was huge, hairy, and apparently naked, too!  And he was, apparently, FUCKING the old woman!
	And she was liking it!
	The old wolf howled a time or two and so did the old granny!
	The old woman clung to the dark brown fur of the wolf, who was as tall and broad as any human football player, just more lean.  His tail was humongous; shaggy, too.  It flip-flopped all over as his mighty wolfy schlong slammed in and out of the old woman’s cunt.
	“Oh! Wolfie, give it to me!” cried out the old woman.
	“Wolfie” did indeed give it to the old crow, pounding faster and faster, gyrating some and pounding as fast as he could.
	“Fuck me!  Fuck me!  FUCK ME!” decreed the granny, she wrapped her wrinkled aged arms and legs about the pounding canis lupis and they both came to the apex of their odd unionship…
	When suddenly they were startled by an interruption.
	Mandy froze as she, too, was startled and caught off guard.
	The wolf and granny ceased their actions and stared out the open door of the bedroom.
	KNOCK!  KNOCK!  KNOCK!
	“Hey, gran’ma, you home!?” called a meek young girlish voice.
	“Oh, shit!” blurted out the gran’ma, “It’s me granddaughter, Little Suzie Rotten Crotch!”
	“Damn!” bitched the wolf, “Don’t that kid ever stay home!”
	The grandmother sat in a huff, “It’s those damn parents of hers, they think I’m starving out here in these woods!”  
	The wolf cracked his back and slung his head, he slowly eased off of the bed and slipped into a closet.  Granny pulled the covers up over her frail naked sweaty stinky body.
	“Come in, my dear!” she cried out clearing her throat.
	The front door to the rustic cabin squeaked open and a young child of ten or so timidly entered.  She carried a wicker basket with a linen cloth concealing some treats beneath.
	“Hello, gran’ma,” sparked the sweet child.  She was adorned in a red cloak with a red hood.  She wore a checkered dress just to the knees, and she was barefoot.  “How are you today?”
	“I’m just as fine as frog’s hair as I was yesterday when you asked?” scoffed to old woman.  “Whad ya bring me THIS time!?”
	“OH!” chirped happily the little girl, she placed the basket on the bed and pulled back the linen cloth.  “I’ve brought you sweet things to eat!” declared the child.  Gran’ma rolled her eyes, “Uh-huh.”
	“Here’s some honey to keep clean, here’s some butter to make you sheen--”
	“Enough with the fucking rhymes!” bellowed the granny.
	“I’m sorry, gran’ma-ma, Momma said you were a crab!”
	“Yer Ma was right!”
	Also in the basket were some fried chicken, bread rolls, and a pail of carrots and potatoes.
	The child began to babble some more, more nonsensical rhyming; it only infuriated the gran-ma’ma, she reached for the child and shook her,
	“Stop that!”
	“Jeeze, gran’ma, take a chill pill!” blurted the little girl.
	Grandma leaned back in her bed, her aged breasts now exposed and hanging down.  Little Red looked upon them with some disdain.
	“Wha’s a-matter, child, ye aint never seen yer ma’s tits?”
	Little Red gulped and shook her head.
	Grandma shook her head, “Cant hardly believe yer related to me!”
	“I is so!” stated flatly Little Red.
	“I’s bet yer still a virgin, too, huh!?”
	Little Red “ahhed”, eyes bulging, mouth open agape, “I’m only ten!” she blurted.
	“Well la-de-fucking-da!”  then, “I’d sucked my first dick before I was ten!” grandma placed her hands on her hips and made it a point.
	“I’ve never!” replied Little Red.
	“Well, deary, maybe that’s yer damn problem!” then, “If’in you’d slurp on some schlong or spread yer legs, or even bend over a might you wouldn’t be so uppity!”
	Little Red didn’t know what to say, just gulp for air.
	“Momma says I shouldn’t do those things, it aint proper!”
	“Ah, yer momma’s full of snot!”
	“Momma wants me to grow up proper!” stated Little Red.
	“HA!” then, “Just like yer momma, huh?”
	“Exactly!”
	“Well, I got news for you, deary, she was spreadin’ her legs for every young welp in the county when she were your age!  And then some!”
	Little Red almost fainted.  “No way!” cried out the young girl.
	“Don’t you back talk me!” the grandma got defensive and reached for the child again and brought her across her lap.  One hard smack to her butt and then…
	Little Red wore a short red checkered dress outfit, with red cloak.  The cloak was ripped off and though granny was aged, Little Red had no hope of wriggling free of the old woman’s determined grasp.  Little Red’s white full brief cotton underpants were wrenched down, her arms locked behind her back and her bare ass assaulted with several hard smacks.
	THEN, her cheeks were pulled apart and her hole fingered!
	The closet door opened and out stepped Wolfie, with a tremendous boner!
	Mandy blinked her eyes several times, this was not happening, this was NOT happening!
	Big Bad stepped up to the bed’s edge.  Little Red’s legs flailing all about, she turned her head and saw the naked wolf (with the tremendous boner) inching his way to her.  Little Red flailed more and more, trying to wrench away but was unable and soon went into tight compose as her virgin asshole was breeched by the wolf’s cock.
	Granny held the little tyke tightly.
	Wolfie made penetration and didn’t stop until he had gotten his very hairy balls off.  He flinched, jerked, gyrated, and pounded until he was totally spent.  Little Red was exhausted from the assault, she lay limply across the bare legs of her naked granny.
	Wolfie eased his canis lupus pecker out of the gooied up girl’s asshole; granny smiled and lusted for the slickered up schlong--she twisted her body and devoured it!

	Mandy couldn’t believe what she was seeing; after the butt doinking, the little girl was wrenched onto her backside and held firmly while Wolfie smacked her hairless young virginal poon.  The granny held Little Red’s legs back and Wolfie angled his wolfie cock to the child’s innocence.
	Little Red wailed and cried out, pleading and begging.
	“Oh hesh up!” decreed Granny, “This is how I got my first one when I was yer age!”
	For a moment the little granddaughter “heshed” up, stunned at hearing her gran’ma-ma’s admittance to such a heinous act.  “I got mine from Black Beauty!” she continued.  This only furthered Little Red’s astonishment, Black Beauty was a legend, and had been a favored tale of tales for years.  Gran’ma-ma still longed for the long tall sleek black animal, he WAS a black beauty!
	Wolfie was IN the young hapless girl, pumping steadily, his tongue lolling, eyes glazed over and into a rhythm of serious fucking.

	Mandy sunk down to her ass against the cabin.  This was too fucking unbelievable to believe.  This was beyond nightmare, way beyond.  None of this shit made any sense!  She pinched herself.  Nope, she felt it.  Her asshole tightened up--clenching.  She recalled being hammered in the ass by all those from the cabin.  Was THAT real?  Had she really sucked Lonnie’s cock, Hank’s, and those other boys?  Had she been pissed on, spanked, and forced to lick out Kristy’s pussy?
	                                           ****

	“Oh!  Holy snort that’s good shit!”
	“Damn, I told ya, she’s got the best smack!”
	Mandy over the sill of a small brick house window.  Inside were--were--were three pigs.  Three little pigs!  They were dressed in clothes, one wore a straw hat with bib overalls; another wore a red vest with short green pants, the third wore a green vest with red pants!
	All three (little pigs) were gathered around a large round wooden table.  On the table were some stuff Mandy couldn’t quite get a good look at, but the “straws” the three (little pigs) were using gave Mandy a slight clue, they were snorting cocaine!
	“Chase the dragon, Oney!” cried out in a cheer from one of the piggies.  Mandy didn’t know what that meant, but she watched as the one called “Oney” inhaled “smoke” from the smack thru a straw.
	The one in bib overalls w/straw hat utilized a water bong to get his high.  The piggy in the middle took the “smack” via an injection.
	“I cant believe that turd Peter shot it up his dick!”
	“What a lame-oh, his wife’s so pissed at him for wastin’ it like that--”
	“I heard he was gonna fuck her like that, or make her suck him--”
	“With his dick laced with junk?”
	“Yep!”
	“Cool!”
	The three piggies continued doing their thing, then they began to wig out and twirl about, dancing sillily, making no sense and falling down mostly.  Mandy left them, continuing onward in her pursuit of finding some normalcy thru the insanity.
	Good luck!

	She found a so-so lane.  Roses and wildflowers on each side, a white picket on one side with a lodge pole fence on the other.  Where the lodge pole fence was there was a large pasture, here there were sheep, goats, cows, and horses.
	A tall windmill was off in the distance.
	Lush rolling hills of deep rich green.  A clear blue sky, no clouds.  (there couldn’t be seen a “sun” either, but Mandy didn’t pay that too much attention.)
	A small cottage there was.  Smoke trailed out of chimney, a flower garden was in front, a large veggie garden seemed to be out behind.  A mailbox on a white picket post there was, little blue birds flirted about and all seemed serene.
	Mandy knew this could not be.  She was tripping badly, very-very badly.  The door to the cottage was open, inside (from inside) she heard what sounded like music, it was strange and different, but music nevertheless.  Also heard was someone singing.
	Suddenly on the lane was a man.
	A BIG man.  Very tall, broad shouldered, clean shaven, well groomed, carrying a large satchel.  He was whistling as he approached and didn’t really seem to take note of Mandy at all.
	The big man nodded to the naked Mandy and smiled; he WAS charming.  He tapped the white mailbox and then opened the lid placing inside some mail and a small box.  A young woman appeared at the open door; actually not much older than Mandy.
	“Hello, Clem!” the girl said cheerfully.
	“Hello, Ms. Mary-Mary.”
	“Did you bring me something good today!?” she said as she practically skipped out along the brick walkway to the mailbox.
	“Looks like you got an invitation to the ball!” sparked “Clem” the mailman.
	“And a package!” he added.
	Mary-Mary quickly rifled thru her letters and then pulled out the box.  She was all aglow and quickly tore the plain brown wrapping off and string.
	Inside was a small box stuffed with wadding.  Once that was discarded into a small trash can by the fence gate Mary-Mary removed what Mandy saw to be none other than a bong,  a water bong, like the piggies had further down the lane!
	This bong was elaborate with intricate markings and engraved.
	“At last!  At last!” squealed the girl hugging the drug item, “I’ve been waiting sooooo long!  I-I simply cant wait to try it out!”
	“Will you join me in breaking it in, Clem?”
	Clem pulled out a pocket watch, furled his lips and got a furrowed brow, “I gotta deliver the rest of the mail, Mary-Mary.”
	To wit Mary-Mary frowned, then brightened up, she undone her blue & white perfect dress with white lace and let it drop.  She was nude underneath.  Lovely-lovely, simply fucking lovely delectable twin mid-size cantaloupe breasts.  Perfect-perfect skin from head to bare toes.
	In the house of Mary-Mary, it was immaculate, quaint with very nice furnishings, a large grandfather clock, and strange-strange paintings on the wall.  Neither Mary-Mary or the big lunk Clem seemed to really pay any attention to Mandy.  Mandy didn’t know if that was a bad thing or what!
	Out behind the small cottage Mary-Mary went, big lunk Clem followed, removing HIS clothing as he did so.  Mandy noted that the “garden” was some garden.  It was pot.  Hash-hish, marijuana!
	After “collecting” some righteous buds, the two naked characters sat at a small kitchen table preparing the buds for the new water bong.  They began enjoying themselves and time was of no consequence.
	After a few “hits” Mary-Mary came to sit on Clem’s lap.  And Clem eased his massive fuck stick into Mary-Mary’s body.  Mandy couldn’t see as to what “hole” the big lunk was in; not that it mattered.
	Mandy moved along.
	She nextly encountered some fellow shagging a sheep.
	She also met a wee little girl in white pinafores sitting on a small stool by a sign post in a convo with a wily wolf.  They were making a drug deal, the little girl was selling “smack.”
	Mandy went on.
	She was exhausted.  Totally and very much so.  She was bruised and could feel the pains and pangs of her hurt body.  Maybe running away from the cabin wasn’t such a good idea after all!
	Totally spent Mandy collapsed in a meadow.

Narly Encounters of the Familiar Kind
	She was awakened by a startling to her body; what the “noise” was exactly she had no idea.  She sat up bracing against a stump.  All around her the forest lay quiet and still; a light mist rolled listlessly along still air.  It was cold, damn cold and damp.
	A thick layer of leaves there was, small diameter trees there were mostly, a thick heavy layer of bright lime green moss.  Somewhere an owl hooted.  A woodpecker pecked, there was a whippoorwill and some twittering of other birds.
	The woods appeared “normal.”  no funky colors or anything.
	Mandy’s head pounded.  Badly.  She was hungry and chilled to the bone.  Taking Lonnie and Hank’s bone up her ass, in her mouth, wherever no longer detested her, at least it was “warm” in the cabin!
	With great pains she stumbled thru the woods, picking her way along to her next encounter.
Remotely Remote
	It was a structure.  Small, two stories, narrow, log built.
	A wood piles, galvanized pails and wash tubs of various sizes, a water well, a wash line (w/wash), a pair of sheds, and no signs of life.  It was a quaint setting--for being in the middle of a forest!  Mandy didn’t know if she was still suffering the effects of her acid trip, or what.
	She approached with extreme caution.
	No one.
	No one seemed to be about.  All was quiet and still.
	There was no vehicle about.  No road or trail, either.
	No fences, no animals, no signs of animals.
	No toys or anything to suggest children.
	There was a cart, or a small buckboard-like wagon.  No reigns or anything, no horses.  No chickens, pigs, goats, or anything of the like in the way of farm animals.
	There was a cat.  Up on a railing on the second floor landing.
	Mandy thought of the front door, decided against it and chose the side door that was the kitchen.  On a kitchen table there was food.  She didn’t know what KIND of food, didn’t care!  It was warm and delicious and she scarfed it down, followed by some milk.
	There was a smock hanging nearby on a hook by some brooms and a mop.  She put the smock on, it did little to conceal her nudity, very little; her entire backside was still bare.  But, it was better than nothing.
	The sound of creaking above her put her nearly into the closet.  She shook and trembled with not knowing the unknown.  There was more creaking.  She really-really wished she had never watched all those teenage themed horror movies.
	A door opened somewhere (above).
	Against better judgment, AND like those teens who had to go down into the deep, dark, dank, spooky basement where the sounds of a chainsaw and axe could be heard--Mandy traipsed up the dank dark stairs to the second floor.
	There were many rooms, one was a bedroom, one a linen closet.  There was a bedroom that was quaint well done and pristine.  Another room was--thrashed?  Kinda messy and by the looks of it a boys’ room.  Another room appeared to be midlevel teen girls’ room.  Another room Mandy peeked into had had an “encounter.”
	A teen boy sat at a desk that was against a window.  He appeared to be in his early teens, 15 at most.  Leaning against the table was a teen girl a year or so younger.	  The girl wore some funky outdated pants, checkered and kinda tight.  A frilly blouse, long straight blond hair, well postured.
	The boy wore typical clothes.
	On his desk there was an assortment of books as well as electronic gizmos to the like of which resembled something of someone’s attempt at radio repair.  (and failed)
	The girl seemed somewhat interested in the boy’s doings, she talked softly, slyly made a scratch at her butt, picking her at her underwear.  She stood somewhat close to her ‘brother’, asking various ends and odds questions in regards to the dreaded of all school related subjects--algebra!
	The boy nodded his head and leaned back, in his hands he hand something of a radio, one of those remote control radios designed for remote controlling radio controlled cars remotely.
	The boy fiddled with the controller and then there was a sound, a noise.  At first it was ear piercing and ascended to unbearable tones before suddenly ceasing all together.  The boy shook his head, fingered his ears and then…
	Took note of his sister.
	He shook her at the elbow.  She didn’t move.
	He stared at her a moment, called her name, “Marcia?”
	No response.
	At first he appeared to be alarmed.
	Then he grinned.
	He stood at stared at her, waving her hand before her face.
	He then re-sat in his chair and leaned back, checking the girl’s butt!
	He tensed up, entwined his fingers and popped/cracked them.  He then lightly brushed his hand against the girl’s butt.  No response, no reaction from the girl.  The boy seemed relieved.  “Hot damn!” he exclaimed.
	He patted Marcia’s ass.
	No reaction.  The boy was elated.
	He patted the ass and then squeezed the cheeks.
	The boy, Greg, was even more elated.  He was in mostly disbelief.  He picked up the gadget and kissed it.  Then he hugged his sister, pushing her back some and admiring her breasts.  Mandy was disgusted.  But she lingered outside in the hall and watched regardless.  She didn’t know why, though.
	The boy sat on his desk lifting his sister’s blouse off.  The garment he casually discarded and stared for several minutes at Marcia’s delectables.  Soon her bra was unhooked and dropped to the floor as well.  More minutes came as the boy lusted, fondling Marcia’s breasts, tweaking the nipples and taking his time.
	He then undone her pants and let them fall on their own.
	His eyes focused on her crotch.  She wore light purple bikini style panties.  Real nice.  Real nice.  There was a slight moan-groan from Greg, he was sweating and fidgety.  He soon reached around Marcia’s waist slipping his hands inside her panties, squeezing bare ass flesh.
	The purple undies were soon eased down to expose the whole of her ass.  Greg leaned back and devoured her naked cunny with his eyes.  He soon began to masturbate, freeing his brotherly willy and jerking it slowly.  He then used his sister’s hands to do the job!
	No reaction(s) whatsoever from Marcia.  Greg worked her panties down and then positioned her onto his desk.  Her pants and panties he worked ALL the way down, to her ankles and then off.  Her legs he opened and stared a long while at her cunny.
	He then went down on her.
	Her legs were held up and opened wide.
	It was kinda clumsy at best as Marcia was unable to “hold” herself still and kept leaning too far back or toppling to one side or the other.  Slightly peeved at this Greg escorted his sister to his bed.  Laying her out he once more took the time to “stare”; to fully drink her in and admire.  He then boldly shucked ALL of his clothes and once more opened Marcia’s legs.
	Greg’s tongue soon came to be licking the girl’s “sleeping” cunny.  His hands danced lightly up and down and all around her personal area, his tongue flicked into her and then he was coming onto her--climbing on top and positioning himself on her.
	Mandy DID note that he was kind of a hunk.  Semi muscular, tan all over, and he had something of a cock!  It was stiff, damn stiff, straight but curved upwards-like.  She was displeased with the manner of which the boy was assaulting his sister, his electronic gadget she determined had something to do with it.  She didn’t approve.
	Greg lay on his sister, sucking on her small breasts, grinding his cock against her pussy.  No reaction, still, from Marcia.  Greg engulfed each breast in turn, squeezing the nipples and slowly sliding in his cock into her most holy of holies.
	Slowly he fucked.  Slowly he pumped.  Slowly he got into a “groove” and made love to his unconscious sibling.  He went into a couple herky-jerky motions, strained, and continued pumping.  He then engulfed his sister’s mouth and deeply Frenched her.  It was at that point the began to cum.
	Marcia, too, then began to react; somewhat.  She made facial expressions of both pleasure and pain.  Greg was fully inserted into her cunny and pumping furiously to get his nut.  
	It seemed to be an endurance fuck-cum.  Mandy wasn’t so wise to the ways of lovemaking, sex, how long it actually was supposed to last and all that.  She had heard “rumors” and such; her experience was only from the “cabin” and that was under adverse conditions.
	Greg finally let out a long moan and accompanying sigh.  He smacked his own ass, squeezed it and smacked it some more.  Slowly he lay off to one side, his cock flopping out of his sister’s cunt.  Mandy couldn’t rightly tell if the girl had had her “cherry” broken or what.  She lay heaving, breathing hard.  Greg, too.  Bits of cum oozed from his piss slit, cum matter was coated onto Marcia’s pussy.

That was one…
	There were others.
	Mandy didn’t understand one little bit what was going on.  The boy didn’t seem to “see” her, or notice her, or something.  She was like--oblivious?  Was she still “tripping” from the acid hit?  Was it something else?  Was what was happening to her totally a figment of her trip?  She remembered taking the acid at some party then going with Clorece to the pizzeria to meet Lonnie--and then there was that bitch underling Kristy there--and two timing Lonnie was more warm for her than to her (Mandy.)
	She went into the bathroom and took another “hit” to chill out because she was jealous and pissed off.  Thereafter--stuff was a little hazy and very very vague.  There was the kidnapping, the marching thru the woods, getting naked, and the sex stuff, the physical abuse and being raped and sodomized repeatedly.
	Was any of that true?  There were drawbacks to doing drugs, Mandy was aware.  She just didn’t give a shit.  Now she worried, was she insane?  Was she actually laid out in a hospital bed freaking out?  Her parents would be freaking to learn their uppity snooty snotty daughter was on drugs.  That was going to suck.
And speaking of “suck”ing, 
	Greg had moved to sister number two.
	Mandy had missed something, she was dizzy and felt for sure that something had happened and she had missed it.  She was still in Greg’s room, she took note of a set of bunk beds and a twin size bed, boys’ toys all over the floor, a small tv on the desk, poster of this and that geared to boys’ likings on the walls.
	Marcia was no longer in the room, but another girl who had BIGGER titties than her older sister, longer and straighter hair.  Marcia had more “form” to her body, “Jan” was more -- quiet, shy, serene.  She wore strange pants with HUGE open end legs (bell bottoms).  She appeared to be no more than twelve or thirteen.  She leaned on the desk, the same desk, musing about school work.  Mandy noted she clenched her butt and on the sly made a feeble attempt and pulling out a bothersome “wedgie.”
	Greg didn’t seem to notice but was somewhat being the goody older brother by helping his sister with her homework.  Mandy tried to determine “where” in the room she was--she was tripping so badly!  She surmised at length she was in the closet.
	At length Jan leaned onto the desk fully, her breasts of some size for her age, pressing against the cherry wood top.  She asked for clarity on a math problem, not understanding the principal of some formula.  Greg leaned back in his chair and took a strong note of his younger sister’s ass.
	Mandy continued to watch, there was little else to do.
	Greg turned his body halfway, scribbling and babbling about the math problem perplexing Jan, his other hand reaching into a coat pocket of his coat hanging on the chair he sat.  The device, the gadget, the nifty little mind numbing item.  He turned his head to look at the open bedroom door, Mandy could hear “voices” elsewhere in the house/cabin, younger voices shouting.  They were apparently downstairs--although that didn’t mean nothing--little kids have a knack-ability of “suddenly” appearing where they aren’t wanted suddenly and very unexpectantly.
	But be that as it may, Greg tempted Fate and utilized the nifty-swifty gadget.  Jan stopped her incessant babbling. 	 Greg held his pose for a moment, then--carefully still in tune with whoever else was in the house and too near by, brushed his hand against Jan’s ass.
	No reaction.
	Greg smiled.  Quickly he fished out his cock and stroked it.  He then used his sister’s hand to do the job.  He then positioned the girl to her knees, squeezing her ample young breasts and guiding her face to his cock.
	The cad!  Mandy was almost furious.  But she clung to the thought and the notion that she was simply tripping, she was laid out either on the bathroom floor of the pizzeria, at the party, at Lonnie’s house, or in the hospital.
	Greg’s young teenage cock slid in and out of Jan’s mouth.  She seemed to be sucking it, Mandy couldn’t overly tell for sure for certain.  Greg worked the girl’s head back and forth; his prong slipped out a few times and he would glide it all over her face, trying to poke it into her nostrils and ears!  	“Oh!  Suck it bitch!” he breathed as he re-stuffed her mouth.  Jan did, but not apparently on her own will.  Greg humped and humped and finally unloaded.  He did a herky-jerky pump, strained, and filled Jan’s mouth with his love cream.
	In Mandy’s mind there flashed the scene of Lonnie’s cock spewing it’s load.  Then his brother Hank, then the other boys she couldn’t remember their names.  She shook her head--was any of that shit real?
	Greg had Jan on his bed, taking her funky “groovy” pants down, ogling her in her turquoise panties.  Down came his own pants and underwear; he crawled onto the girl and despite “voices” of others in the house, the bedroom door wide open, Greg grinded effortlessly without care onto his sister Jan.  He managed to work her top up and free her breasts so as his hands could maw them, his mouth could engulf them.  Mandy couldn’t tell if he was fucking the girl, if he was “in” her pussy or just grinding on it.
	“Hey, Greg, Greg, you up here!” cried out a young boyish voice.  Greg flew off of the mostly naked Jan, a long strand of cum from his prick to his sister’s cunt.  Quickly in a flash he pulled up his clothes, then dressed up Jan and hurriedly reached for his “gadget” in the pocket of his coat.
	A young boy about eight or so darted into the room, “Hi Greg, what’s doing!?” he said cheerfully.  Greg shined him on and seemed upset about the intrusion.  The boy eyed Jan, laying out on the bed.  “What’s with her?” he asked marching sillily over to her.
	“This!” Greg piped an zapped his little brother.

	Mandy closed her eyes.  She had never tripped so hard in her life.  She figured the acid she had taken must have been laced with something else.  She made a silent vow to curb her intake.  She didn’t like smoking herb, it didn’t do anything for her.  She didn’t like shooting up and wasn’t so keen on snorting.  She tripped on LSD, crystal meth, ecstasy, and her fav, acid.
	Jan was gone.  No sign of Marcia, either.  It was dark, moonlight shone dimly thru a window pane.  The strong scent of pines continued to instill into the badly tripping and seriously confused Mandy that she was still in the forest.
	She was still in the “closet”, too.
	She felt a little chilled and wrapped herself up in some warm clothes.
	She didn’t feel hungry or even thirsty.  She wished the acid trip would end and she would just face the music from her parents to whatever degree there was.  She figured she’d be punished pretty good, and marked a disappointment.  And EVERYONE would know, the price to pay for living in a small town--by the end of the day the whole fucking town would know she was a druggie.
	There wouldn’t be too many happy times at home after that.
	It would be better to have been kidnapped and raped and sexually tortured--as opposed to the drug problem.  She stretched, yawned, and became aware of something “else” going on in the bedroom.
	There was “activity.”
	The bedroom door was shut (finally!)
	Mandy needed a little time for her eyes to adjust.
	When that happened, she saw Greg butt naked.  Someone was grunting, something was happening.  Mandy had to strain and lean out of the closet a bit.  She saw dimly another young boy on the bottom of a bunk bed, naked.  His pajamas on the floor, his legs spread wide as he lay on his stomach.  Greg was behind the boy--sodomizing him!
	The boy being butt fucked didn’t seem to be squirming or fussing.
	He couldn’t, he was under the strange forces of Greg’s “device.”
	Greg pumped and pumped and pumped; he smacked the boy’s ass and “reached around” to play with the boy’s cock.  He continued madly humping, smacking until he at long last unloaded his brotherly love.  He strained his cock to get every last bit of love cream and sexual sensation out of the ordeal.  Then pulled out and smacked his love tool against the naked flesh of his brother.
	He then rolled his brother, who appeared to be between the younger one from earlier and Greg’s age, and went down on him.  Mandy was aghast.  She pursed her lips.  A part of her wanted to run, to get the fuck out of the house; another had no desire to bolt, just to sit quietly and watch.
	When “finished” having his fill of “Peter” Greg pushed the naked boy into the bed and covered him, stuffing his clothes from the floor in with him.  He then went and sat on his bed, continuing to fondle himself.
	Someone farted.
	Greg chuckled.
	A woodpecker pecked close by in the woods, an owl hooted, and someone stirred from the top bunk.  It was the younger bro from earlier.  The youngest brother, Bobby.  The boy eased out of the bed, he was dressed, and scrambled down the bunkbed steps.  He rubbed his eyes and rubbed his “penis” and then moved to the bathroom across the hall.
	Greg followed.
	A nite light was on in the bathroom, as was one in the hallway at the room doors and stairs.  Little Bobby, age 6, tugged down his pajamas and began peeing.  Greg watched him.  When the young boy was done, Greg zapped him.
	On Greg’s bed little Bobby was laid out, butt naked.
	Greg fondled the boy’s penis, his testicles and began finger fucking his asshole.  Soon, with a dramatic boner raging, Greg pushed his brother’s legs back and began poking the little boy’s tight virgin rim.
	There was no penetration, Bobby DID fuss and squirm.  The effects of the “device” was not geared to totally numb the young mind.  Greg was cool with that, he pressed his cock onto the boy’s wares and humped him silly.

	A little girl about Bobby’s age sat on the toilet, her pajamas and panties at her ankles; her chin in her hands as she was sound to sleep.  She had long since finished peeing.  Greg had put his naked brother back to bed, smearing the spilled sperm all over the boy’s balls and cock and asshole.  He noted someone new had gone into the bathroom.  
	Cindy.
	Cindy and Bobby were not modest and had a habit of NOT closing the bathroom door while using the facilities.  Which was okay with Greg.  Although he had the device in hand, he didn’t seem to need it.  He was totally nude, his cock gamey and reeking sex.  He stuffed his prick into Cindy’s mouth and humped.
	He didn’t cum, but got mighty hard and close counts.
	Easily he picked up the sleeping child and laid her out on his bed.  As like Bobby, Greg laid his prick between the legs and humped.  No poking or penetration--but close counts!
	He did so infacto put his tongue into the child’s mouth, all the while fingering her delicate seriously young little poon.  His tongue moved down to delve into her young cunny and soon he was beating off, cumming onto her little pussy.  The cad!

	There was a passage of time, Mandy noted it.  She didn’t know “exactly” how MUCH time had elapsed; she felt dizzy, seasick.  She noted that she was still in the closet.  She was hungry and needed to pee.  
	Out of the closet the boys’ bedroom was still present.  It was empty.  There was still the dealing with “what had happened actually happened?”  it was too much, if she was in a coma and still tripping--well, fuck it!  So be it!  If this shit was somehow actually REAL--well, double fuck it!  So be it!
	After a healthy piss, she washed her face and then just helped herself to a long hot soak in the tub.  She heard not a sound and went off to a more sublime peaceful sleep.
	After being waterlogged for a while she emerged, dried off and then peeked into the other rooms.  A girls room, three beds.  There was the boys’ room, three beds there, too.  Six kids!  She peeked, also, into the parental unit bedroom, one BIG bed there.
	Downstairs she stumbled upon another narly scene:  Greg, approx. 14 or so, was naked.  He wasn’t alone.  His face was buried into the ass flesh of his mother!  She wasn’t naked, but leaned against a cooking counter with her slacks and panties down.  She was absolutely still and Mandy assumed she had been “zapped” into zombie mode.
	Greg made noises as he licked out the woman’s crack, he stood and eased his penis up between the woman’s legs.  Mandy had no idea as to what “hole” he was aiming for or which one he had actually gotten into; but it did appear that he HAD gotten IN.  he began to pump, he gripped his mother’s hips and pumped steadily; Mandy could hear the boys’ balls slapping.
	It was then that Mandy noted that she herself was tingling.  Her nipples and pussy.  The taste of cum filled her, she didn’t care for it.  She didn’t care for being “raped” or sodomized.  She was curious about sex but livid about being mishandled and forced into horrendous ordeals in regards of sexual depravity.
	But may that as it be--on second thought--it wasn’t all THAT bad.
	It was a hellish thing to note.  A horrible thing to admit to herself.  Sex with Lonnie was one thing.  Fooling with his brother and those other boys was something else.  She didn’t even want to THINK about the girls of the cabin she had to fool with.  (although she didn’t mind Kristy and Clorece and Stacie licking out her pussy!)
	The other boys.  She couldn’t remember their names but the two oldest ones (Chet & Rick) weren’t so bad.  She surely didn’t relish seeing them beaten.  She didn’t relish the note of it happening to her because of her refusal to comply with the insane commands of two men, or was it three, or four?  Whatever, the forcefulness of  the hellish ordeal was a bit much.  But, again--it wasn’t ALL bad.

                                                       *****

	There was no understanding it, no rationalizing it, no coming to terms.  Or was there--the coming to terms bit.  Could she just simply chill and “except” what was happening?  She still firmly believed whole heartedly that she was simply fucking tripping.
	There was no yearn to “move on”, to leave the house.  She freely waltzed about and no one noticed her or paid any attention to her presence.  She was hungry and thirsty and helped herself without notice, too.
	She felt safer in the house for one thing.  She didn’t relish the notion of running into any woodsy animals, bears especially.  There were other hazards, like getting lost.  Stumbling, falling, getting banged up and hurt and possibly killed.
	But--but if this was a trip, a dream induced by taking a hit of acid…
	She made herself dizzy with woe trying to rationalize.  She eventually gave up and wandered about the house seeing what ELSE was going on.

What Else
	It was evening type time.  Voices aplenty were upstairs.  Downstairs the mother was in a den type room sewing.  In another private-like den-like room the daddy was doodling on some sort of drawing board.  Presently he was joined by Marcia.  She was fresh from a bath, in a long night robe, but short nightgown of light pink.  She appeared very demure, shy, and childish.  She was thirteen but appeared younger.  She didn’t have much in the boobage department, thin body, but not frail.
	Slowly she approached where her father was.
	Mandy made note that the father had dark hair, as did all three boys.
	The girls had blond hair, as did their mother.
	By noting the various pictures on the walls and other such things, this was a combined family.  Mandy sat close by on a funky green sofa.  The timid girl slyly waltzed up beside her daddy, her new daddy, her step daddy.  She was noticed.
	“Marcia!” the man exclaimed.  He seem nice, likeable and friendly.  How long the family had been combined Mandy didn’t know.  She didn’t care, either.
	He hugged the girl and said, “All ready for bed?”
	“Almost.” the girl said.  She appeared to be peering to the drawing board, taking somewhat of an interest in his doodling (or whatever.)  She was hugged again, the girl leaned her head in and nestled.
	There was small talk, Mandy lost interest.
	Her interest picked up minutes later when something new seemed to be happening.  Marcia wasn’t going right off to bed, the noise from above had dropped off to a dull roar.  Marcia leaned onto the drawing/drafting board, pooching out her butt some.  Mandy noted a slight glance from the daddy to Marcia’s pooching (offering?) ass.
	Then, Marcia began inching up her nightgown.  Her robe she had let fall and hadn’t picked it back up.  The nightgown inched up--and up--and up.  It came up so much that her ass was exposed, it was concealed in a powder blue panty, but still.
	The daddy, “Mike” glanced at this, too.
	There was a bit of shuffling from the 30-something man with raven dark hair.  He wore a flannel green checkered shirt and brown pants.  His left hand rested in his lap fidgeting--grinding the heel of his hand into his possible (probable) boner.
	Marcia then very slyly hooked a thumb into her blue panties and tugged a corner of them down enough to expose her left butt cheek.  Mike took serious note of this, a more stronger lingering glance.  He licked his lips and appeared nervous.  He blinked his eyes excessively and his right hand wavered a moment and then surreptitiously dropped to his side.  Moments later it was brushing lightly against Marcia’s ass.
	Mike closed his eyes, gulped and placed the whole of his hand onto Marcia’s ass.  He gave the bare flesh a squeeze and then helped tug the panties on down to fully expose the girl’s offering.
                                                     ***

	It seemed like in a blink of an eye, Marcia was nude.  She lay across her new daddy’s lap; his fingers diligently going up and down her soft lily white ass crack.  The cheeks were spread and held open, her glory hole and vagina were explored--eyes and fingers.  
	Up and down her thighs with most attention to her butt.
	She soon sat up and straddled the man’s lap.  She was blushing, all smiles, quite the little naughty darling.  Mandy closed her eyes, she faintly recalled a few times her own daddy hugging her--consoling her and possibly groping her.  There was an uncle (on her mother’s side) who fondled her ass to the point of groping.  Neither exposed themselves to her directly, but she HAD seen them with their dongs out, peeing in the woods.
	There was no sexual lust for Mandy to have any kind of sexual encounter with her father or uncle, or any man.  Sex was not rampant in her mind.  Well, at least it didn’t used to be.
	Mike’s brown slacks were down, there seemed to be no underwear and Marcia was “receiving” his penis.  The girl gritted her teeth and lips and made faces as she was penetrated.  Her father held his daughter at the hips, gliding her up and down his shaft; her small breasts jiggled as she rode the hot rod.  There was some pleasure in the ordeal, mostly the young girl was simply overwhelmed by the experience and wriggled all over.
	 	
	Upstairs Greg was up to more shenanigans; in the girls’ room the youngest boy (Bobby) was playing with the remaining sisters, Jan and Cindy.  In the boys’ room, Greg was “playing” with middle brother, Peter.  Both were butt naked.  Peter was--zombiefied.  Greg had the boy on all fours on the thick carpeted floor.  (just HOW Mandy was privy to this was unknown, she “saw” it, but didn’t believe she had left the den of the daddy.)
	Greg was cinched up tight behind his middle brother, his penis deep into the boys asshole.  Every once in awhile he would “reach around” and fondle Peter’s peter (and balls.)
	Greg pumped hard, furiously and hard until at last he came.  He cried out, jerked his entire body and slammed hard repeatedly into his brother’s asshole.  His arms embraced his nude brother, his cock was still embedded into the brotherly anus, straining to keep the “love” flowing.
	Finally Greg withdrew; he spanked his brother’s sweaty naked ass with his cock and sat back to watch the cum ooze out of the fresh fucked asshole.  He then rolled his brother over onto the floor and went down on him, sucking him!
	It was incredible; Greg loved on his brother inasmuch as he seemed to have the love for his sisters!  His hands wandered all over the young nude (zombiefied) boy, playing with his penis and testicles and humping him.
	At length he stopped, he pulled his brother’s pajamas up (no underwear) and laid the boy out on his bed.  Greg then went to the bathroom to “freshen” up.
	Downstairs in the den Marcia was sprawled out covering the drafting table, her new daddy on his knees licking her ass crack, shoving a finger into her asshole.  He was totally nude himself with a raging boner!  His face was right up between the young girl’s cheeks, licking out her glory hole, and whatever else he could flick his tongue to.  Soon he was easing himself up and easing his cock INto her; glory hole or whatever hole he could get in.	
	Mandy couldn’t believe it.  She was far too young to be fucked, to receive her daddy’s manhood.  She grunted, clung to the edge of the drafting table, made faces…
	Her daddy was IN, though, he gripped her hips and began an earnest bout of fucking, sodomy or other.  His hands caressed her hips and went up and down her body, “reaching around” to finger her and tweak her smallish nipples.
	The two remained “coupled” until the nude father finished his deed.
	Mandy recalled seeing her daddy nude.  She never really thought of him in a sexual manner.  Nor her uncle.  Her uncle she was almost certain a pervert.  And Mr. Letcher, too--her history teacher.  He was ALWAYS staring at girls, and not in the face, either.
	Marcia turned about and settled onto her daddy’s lap, hugging him.  Mike’s hand ran up and down her nude body, caressing her ass; pulling the cheeks apart and diddling her fresh fucked asshole--cum was oozing out of it to give the telltale tale that her glory hole had been breeched (and how!)
	Back upstairs, Greg had moved from shagging nasty with his middle brother to zapping into zombie mode his other siblings.  He was in the bathroom firstly, washing his dick and peeing and standing butt naked.  Jan surprised him, she had held off the need to pee too long and made a last minute dash.
	She shrieked an “Oh my gosh!” and held her hands to her mouth, she had gotten the whole view of naked Greg.  Greg just “happened” to have the “device” on the sink counter.  Quickly he zapped Jan and pulled her into the bathroom.  He shut the door and locked it.
	Up came Jan’s nightgown, her kiddie robe was the first thing removed and cast down to the floor.  She stood in panties only, she was even flatter than her sister.  Greg sized her up, then hugged her--but more than a simple brotherly hug.  His hands went to cop a serious feel of her naked ass; he angled his prick down between her virtually hairless poon and there he did hump.
	(and how Mandy could see this in a locked bathroom was still a mystery to Mandy.)
	Greg lasted only moments humping his new middle sister while standing, he turned her about and moved her sideways to where he could see her in the mirror.  Her eyes were glassy, she was without emotions.  Greg ran his hands up and down her nude body, fingering her mostly and tweaking her barely there nipples.
	Onto the floor they went, Greg easing Jan down and parting her legs.  He lingered a while, staring at her naked cunt.  He went down on her, licking and sucking on her young innocence.  He laid on her and suckled on her breasts, grinding his cock against her cunny.  He took his hand to his prick and glided the head of it against her young entrance.
	He soon was doinking her, penetrating her with some ease.  Jan made a face and a grimace.  Her eyes fluttered and she seemed to tremble some before relaxing and getting into the groove of being fucked.

	Downstairs; pretty much the same as UpStairs, Macia’s “groove” was getting fucked.  The incestuous pair had moved from the drafting table to the sofa where Marcia once more occupied her daddy’s lap--taking his man thing into her cunny as she nestled her back against him.
	In the family room-den, Carol the mother of Greg and Marcia, got up to answer the door.  Mandy had heard no “knock” and still thought herself in the den where Marcia and her daddy were hooked up.
	At the door was a young fella with a newspaper satchel and a clipboard.  “Hiya Mrs. Brandon, I’m collecting for the paper.”
	Mrs. B invited the young man in, he was in his early teens, very early.  Out of her purse she withdrew some money.  The boy was checking Mrs. B out, totally.  She smiled at him as she handed him the cash, the boy handed her a receipt and then they moved to the family room and out the side patio door.
	Oh?
	They then moved to the family sedan, an ancient model station wagon.  Once inside Carol slid her pants and panties down, the boy quickly opened up his pants and freed his meager offering.  Carol gripped the “offering” and masturbated him while the boy fondled her breasts.  Carol kicked her undies off and then her purplish pants.  The boy’s dong was hard in no time and Carol--Carol went down on him, sucking him!
	In the front seat the two became “nude” fully and began to fuck, the boy on top.  Mandy could see the boy’s cock slamming into the woman, there was his balls flopping and slapping; Carol’s hands firmly clasped onto the boy’s ass.

	Upstairs; Jan lay still naked on the bathroom floor, her young cunny well fucked and splattered with cum.  In the girl’s bedroom young Cindy and Bobby were--they had been playing prior to Greg’s barging in on them--and zapping them into zombiehood.
	Little Cindy--who WAS little, was naked.  Greg had undressed her one piece of clothing at a time.  Then, like a wolf admiring his meal, he lusted.  Cum still sprang froth from his cock.  He laid it on the young girl’s cunny and humped.  Cindy grimaced some as she was grinded against and on.  Greg sat back and drooled; her legs were lifted and he poked her asshole and tried stuffing it, too!
	Downstairs Marcia was getting her asshole poked.
	In the family car Carol was laid over a seat being reamed, too!

                                                        ****

And then…
		The effects of her “tripping” still affected her, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she shut her eyes tightly, before her in the lushness of a deep green forest there was a yellow rooster.  Yellow!  He was pretty good size, almost that of a Tom Turkey, but not.  She made a solemn-solemn vow NEVER EVER take acid again.
	It couldn’t possibly be real.  Could it?
	The scene(s) of the recent family filled her mind, so did the previous and so did those from the Cabin, the cabin where Lonnie and Kristy were.  If she were tripping, why the fuck was she tripping about them?  Because she knew them, she hated Kristy?  She wanted to get nasty with Lonnie.
	Hmmm
	Lonnie.
	Before she merely wanted to be kissed by Lonnie.  She wanted to be his bitch, his girl.  Having sex with him was a possible, he was the ONLY boy she would actually consider undressing for and spreading her legs.  She feared getting pregnant, he mother and dad would simply come apart.
	And Hank.  Why the fuck did she trip about him?
	And Kristy!  Clorece?  Stacie--all of them, the little kids and all.  Was it actually a part of her, a sordid deep seeded secret?  A desire of hers that she actually wanted to be nasty with young girls and boys?
	Mandy leaned her butt against a boulder and watched the yellow rooster.  Maybe there WERE yellow roosters in the world after all, she wasn’t sure, she always thought they were kinda red and rust colored, brown with some black.  She had never really actually SEEN a rooster, just in pictures and such.
	She was no longer butt bare assed naked, she wore some sort of poncho, a handwoven multicolored knitted thing.  How or where she had gotten it she wasn’t sure of.  Not that it mattered.
	She watched the rooster peck the ground and shoot a bird turd.
	Somewhere in the deep lush green forest an owl hooted.  Another strange bird (unseen) made some noise.  A woodpecker pecked on a tree somewhere close.  Another was far off.
	There seemed to be no trail to speak of, small animal paths.
	The yellow rooster moved on thru the thick heavy ferns and disappeared, although it could still be seen moving along.  Mandy did so, too; move along.
	Presently the smell of smoke filled her.  A campfire, or smoke from a chimney.  She listened carefully then slowly advanced, pausing now and then.  She couldn’t get over how everything seemed so real.  In typical dreams nothing was actually concrete; nothing had sense, nothing was “real.”  In a couple of nightmares she remembered there was actually only the “panic” part that seemed real-to-life.
	But the feeling of the forest was real.  She could “smell” the forest, the fire/smoke.  She could hear the animals--the birds anyways.  She could feel the ground, the fronds of the ferns, the boulders.  She could ‘touch’ herself; she had senses galore, could scratch herself and had the need to pee.
	It was all real.
	Too real.
	Too fucked up to be “real.”
	A few steps more and then--
	There was a home.
	A home of white with green trim, across a small one lane street there was a white home with yellow trim.  Other homes were about, all having fireplace with smoke trailing up to an overcast gray sky.  Trees everywhere, it was the late fall of the year by the looks of it.  Personal flags in lieu of American flags told of a Fall theme.
	White picket fences or no fences at all on the yards.  
	What was missing was cars.  Not one car did Mandy see.
	Was that significant or not?
	She saw no people, either.
	Then suddenly they seemed to “materialize” out of nowhere!
	Mandy held her ground where she was.  She moved slowly (at length) to the a boarding fence that wasn’t white, it was an area of seeming to be something like a cul-de-sac that emptied out to surrounding woods.
	She saw a cat.  A furry-furry cat chasing a bug or insect or something.
	A dog chased its tail.
	There were kids romping about playing.  All seemed--normal, okay.
	Mandy wondered if she had actually managed to “escape” her tormentors?  Or was she still “tripping” on the acid?  If she wasn’t, and all that had happened to her WAS real--would anyone believe her?  Where would she begin?  Where was that cabin?  And for that matter, where the fuck was she?  She knew of no woods around her area that were like these.
	She deduced that she was probably still tripping.
	With a sigh she left the woods and merged into the new scene.