August Moone
Book 4
Still Tripping
Chapter 22
Moving Right Along

No words necessary
	Daphne dangerously toyed with a cat.  She held the furry creature on her chest cooing to it, playing with it--while she was in a thin blue camisole.  She wore matching blue panties, too.  The cat apparently was declawed.  Daphne was all aglow and happy, chipper, perky.  Too perky.  Too happy.  She cuddled the cat and it bounded off.  Daphne’s composure remained somewhat the same, but took a downswing after the kitty had left.  She slipped a hand into her panties and began to masturbate.
	She got into it, moaning and moving her body like a wave cascading from her toes up and back again.  Her nipples poked thru the thin material and she soon began to use BOTH hands to satisfy herself.
	No one else seemed to be home.  The tv was off.  No light on in the kitchen.  A corner light in the corner provided the only light for the small living room.  Nite lites in the short hall, a nite lite in the hall bathroom.  All was quiet and serene.
	How Mandy came to be BACK in the house of the naughty Alice, her son, Tommy, and girlfriend Daphne she didn’t know--and no longer really particular cared.  She “moved” from scene to scene when one scene was “completed.”
	Daphne was working her panties down when keys came to the front door and it whisked open.  Alice.  The mommy.
	There was banter between them, Alice seemed not disturbed by Daphne or her near nudity or obvious masturbation.  Alice had some groceries, Daphne leaped up and helped carry the new grub into the kitchen.  More banter followed here.
	Mandy wasn’t interested.  She was drained from the previous scene and was curious about it, too.  Was there any meaning to it?  
	A ghost?
	Hmmm
	Was she a ghost?
	That made a LOT of sense.
	Maybe.  Maybe not.  She wasn’t sure, but to her--it made sense.  If she was some sort of apparition--then she COULD interact with others.  It also meant that she WAS dead and she was probably so in Limbo, or Purgatory--or some other friggin damned place.
	It all made sense.  Too much sense.  It was why NO ONE could see her or pay any attention to her.  It was why there was no interaction--save for the molesting of the little boys in the mall.  Was that a fluke or could she actually force her will on others?
	Her knowledge on the paranormal was limited.  Most of what she knew or understood about “paranormal” was bunk.  She didn’t believe in “ghosts” or demons or anything of the sort of people “coming back to life.”  it was bullshit.  Pure-de-bullshit.  Or was it?
	
	It was all nonchalant, Daphne prancing about in her camisole and panties, Alice in her “diner” clothes.  More banter between the two before Tommy finally arrived.  (clothed)  He made for the bathroom and took a long open-door piss.  His girlfriend and mother remained in the kitchen preparing dinner.  The boy whacked himself a little, then washed up and fooled with his hair.  
	(a boy with permed hair, it wasn’t right!)
	Mandy took a seat in the small apartment sized living room; trying to collect her thoughts as well as herself.  There was too much, she had no real basis of a beginning, no idea of any clear thought or concept.  What was Real, what was bunk?  She had thought there WAS some semblance of understanding what was happening to her--but then again…
	She closed her eyes and sought some restful sleep.

Still Tripping (after all this time…)
	The strong scent of something atrocious filled her.  It was familiar, very familiar.  It was warm, the air that was scented with the familiar “odor.”  The odor was marijuana, hemp, hash, Mary Jane.  Slowly Mandy opened her eyes:  not familiar scenes.  She was no longer where she had been, it was a room, but not one she had been in before.
	There was some giggling, someone farted, more giggling followed.  Mandy’s took some time to adjust.  Then, on a great cherry wood bed there were three peoples.  Two were teenage girls, one was a woman--most obviously their mother.  All three were Chinese.  American-Chinese.  One of the teens was 18-19, well poised, short black hair, almost olive skin tone, wearing small eyeglasses.
	Her sister was TALL, thin, bigger titties, long jaw line, long flowing straight jet black hair, and stoned.  She was all of about 13 year young, too.
	All three on the bed were stoned.  Smoking joints, taking hits from a water bong, and being very silly.
	They were naked, too.
	Mandy stared and stared--at the younger girl.  ‘Claudia?’ she inquired to herself.  Holy fucking ape shit, it was Claudia Wong, a friend and classmate of Kristy’s!  The other girl was Paula, she was already in college having gotten out of high school early ‘cause she was friggin genius.
	Mandy knew, though, that Claudia and Paula didn’t get along so well.
	She knew, too, that the mother was kinda strict and stern.  But here, wherever, all three were getting along very well--doing marijuana in various forms and naked!
	Mandy didn’t understand.  Maybe it was best that she didn’t.
	
	Mandy moved on.  She didn’t know how, it seemed strange--very strange.  She was no longer “walking” per se, just “moving.”  it was weird and totally unexplainable.  It was effortless.  She had no direction but thought that had she “direction” (a place in mind to go) she probably could “appear” there very easily.
	So, without direction, her movements were aimless.

	Psychosis.  A coma.  Frightened so bad that her mind went into overload and dredged up all kinds of goofy shit.  Nearly 99% of the sexual deviancy.  She didn’t believe herself to be a serious sexual deviant, a couple of minor indiscretions, surely that didn’t mar her into a life of incredulous living?
	She believed that she HAD been kidnapped and was in the cabin and she HAD escaped.  But in so doing somewhere by the creek she had tripped and fallen--clunking her head and thusly ensuing the long enduring trek she was on.  Sounded right to her!
	Of course, there was those other things that could be true, too--somehow.  Somehow she had come to the land of Limbo, or Purgatory, or some other lame ass place.  Her mind was dredging up all the peoples she knew, all the horrible dysfunctional-sexual deviancy bullshit she had ever heard or read (or saw.)
	But that was just a guess.
	She came to a new awareness.
	Bright day it was, the interior of an odd shaped home, “L” shaped designed in the form of a ranch style home.  Big and expansive with tons of furniture, open spaces, antique furniture, old Americana crap, and so on.  It was okay, but not quite Mandy’s style.  Anyways…
	It was quite but Mandy detected something going on somewhere in the house.  She figured as much as what was probably going on, but she went traipsing about regardless--so noting that she seemed to be “floating.”
	She “floated” in to a far back room off from an open kitchen area.  On an old rustic “spool” kitchen table.  ON the table was young naked 12 year old girl; curly pig tails on each side of her head, very-very blond.  Eyes so incredibly blue there needed to be another category for the listing of them.  Small petite bouncing little breast mounds.  She had very little hair on her pussy.
	On her pussy was a man’s mouth.  He looked--odd, out of place.
	Dark curly hair had he.  He was tall and rugged looking, clean shaven, and naked.  His tongue action to the young girl on the table was incredible--for the young girl on the table.  She clung to the rounded edge of the table, jutting her pelvis up, clenching her body over and over as she was eaten out.
	On her knees was a teenage girl about sixteen or so.  Butt bare assed naked, light sandy brown hair, long flowing.  She had moderate sized breasts, her action was of sucking on the man’s cock while she fingered herself.
	By a brick fireplace actually used (so it seemed) for cooking as well as warming stood a girl approx. eleven or so.  Equally naked as the others.  She had similar hair style as the girl on her knees at the table.  She had her legs spread and was “peeing” into a wooden bucket!
	The girl pissing into a bucket was all giggly, fingering her pussy and ass, giggling and pissing up a storm.  It seemed to insight the man munching on the blond girl.  
	Mandy deduced the girl on her knees and the one peeing into the bucket were sisters and daughter’s of the man getting a blowjob while he munched on the blond twat of the girl who was NOT related--to anyone.
	‘save for the young boy in an adjacent room on top of a woman.
	The woman was nude and being hammered as she lay spread eagled on an old style four poster bed.  In her mouth was an older boy thirteen or so.  In her pussy was a blond haired boy with goofy-goofy looks, a missing tooth, scrawny body, and deep into the groove of the woman’s groove.
	The boy in the woman’s mouth was a son, her son.  The woman gave the boy a hellacious cocksuck, cupping his balls and devouring him fully (if not wholly.)
	The woman, Caroline, began thrashing as the boy in her pussy began to cum.  The boy in her mouth began to cum, too.  Mandy could see absolute detail of the boy in the woman’s pussy.  He was a “friend” of the family.  An avid/daily wanker and fucked his sister (the blond girl on the spool table).  How Mandy had the insightful info she didn’t know, she just did--live with it.
	There seemed to be a stream of information regarding the family, of who she saw.  It was coming in way too fast and somewhat frightened her.  She grew panicky and flung her head and raced out of the scene.

	A back yard.
	A back yard unkempt with serious overgrowing weeds and flowers, wildflowers, and more weeds.  Old boards, old (seriously old) rusting washers, old tires.  The air was scented with ragweed and various other Spring weeds that heavily scented the air.
	Bright sunlight.
	Not really warm, either.
	Bugs and other insects were heard but not seen.
	There was an old (seriously old) rugged (seriously rugged) out building, of some kind.  It’s boards were well weathered and not in good condition.  There was only three sides.  Hay bales were rotting inside.  The roof was slanted upwards at an angle.  An open three-sided shed.
	As Mandy drew closer there was a small clearing strewn with old farm equipment.  A pasture was just beyond with some cows doing what cows do in a pasture.  A farm house could be seen in a small grove of trees.  A small one lane well rutted dirt lane was close by.  Hills to one side, flat pastures with many-many trees to the other and mostly all around.
	Serenity.
	Though she felt as if though she were in a NEW form, resting in the shade of the trees at the clearing on old sofas that had long lost their usefulness felt good.
	She was done with trying to figure out the whole mess, done with trying to determining WHERE she was, or even who!  She didn’t care.  She was just going to go with it and let it be that.  No more analyzing the whys or anything of the like.
	The smell of cow manure filled the air, too.  It wasn’t too unpleasant.  Mandy noted that she could “see” herself.  She could “pinch” herself, too.  She felt herself, she even felt kinda hungry.  But was that a sort of inert, or a basic instinct--a part of everyday living, wasn’t it?
	So was she Dead or Alive?
	It returned to the curious concept of Limboism, or some other place similar.  She sighed.  More questions.  More doubt.  No fucking answers.

	She guessed she dozed.  Or “spaced” out for a while for suddenly there were people in her midst.  They seemed to have just arrived, though.  Two teens, a boy and a girl.  The boy was 16-ish, the girl 12-ish.  The boy had dark brown hair loose to his shoulders.  A denim shirt and hiking shoes, jeans.  He carried a daypack and flopped onto one of the other discarded sofas.
	“Whew!” he said.  
	The girl stumbled into the shade and collapsed onto some tires just right for sitting.  She was blond haired with her hair in twin braids.  She was lily white as lily white could be, very -- cutesy, immature, not too street wise.  A checkered shirt and rustic burgundy jeans.  She didn’t seem to have too much in the titty department, either.
	“Five miles my ass!” bitched the girl.  She could barely move.  She wriggled her feet and struggled to undo the hiking boots and subsequently kick them free.
	The boy sighed and shrugged, “Just think, we get to WALK back, too!”
	“Bullshit!” decreed the girl--apparently his sister.
	“Whattya gonna do, Holly, FLY back!?”
	“I might!” she bitched.  She managed to pull off her socks and began an earnest deed of rubbing her feet.
	“I thought you said there was a creek nearby?”
	“It is, that way.” he said pointing past “Holly” and unseen Mandy.
	“What, another friggin five miles?”
	“No, just a short walk.” he giggled.
	“That’s what the fuck you said about this hike!”
	“Better watch your mouth, Holly, you’ll slip up around dad and that’s your ass!”
	“Yeah, yeah.” Holly replied dryly.
	The boy let it go and kicked off his boots, too.  He hitched his thumbs into his belt loops and got comfy.  Holly got equally comfy, leaned back and closed her eyes.  Mandy followed suit.

	A woodpecker pecked, a red tailed hawk soared over the wild meadow.  Flies and other pesky insects buzzed and Mandy heard, 
	“Will?” a typical whiny child-like voice from younger sib, Holly.
	“What?” the older brother asked back.  Both were still where they were and how they were.	
	“Go pee for me.” she whined.
	Will chuckled.  “Sorry, Holly, yer own your own there.”
	“Damn it.” 
	Will yawned, stretched, and farted.  He rubbed at his crotch, balls, and stood up.  He was bare footed and had at some point removed his shirt.  Holly had only removed her socks.  
	Some cows had come up to the dilapidated fence by the back-back road.  Other than that it was another long warm Summer’s day.  
	Will moved to the sunshine out of the cover of the trees giving shade to the clearing/dump enclosure and hauled out his cock.  He didn’t bother to shield himself from his younger sibling.  He farted, scratched at himself and proceeded to take a long extended pee.
	He stood profile-like.  His sister stirred on the tire seats, yawned and watched her brother urinating.  Nothing was on her face.  Maybe a little concern, but not much else.
	“We really gotta walk ALL the way back?” she asked kinda pitiful-like.
	“Yep.” 
	“Fuck!”
	She tossed her kinda pretty naïve head and scrambled out of the tire seat tugging her panties out of the crack of her ass.  She walked over almost close to where her brother stood.  He had finished peeing and making a puddle and stood “warming” his cock.
	“I don’t see no fucking creek.” she said shading her eyes and staring out past the overgrown meadow. 
	“Stop your fucking cussing.  It’s there, just beyond those trees.”
	Holly wrinkled her nose, dug at the crack of her ass some more and sighed deeply.
	“Wanna go?”
	Holly nodded, “Yeah.”

	“Watch for glass.” Will called out as they tredged to the unknown-unseen creek.  Holly paused, she was in front dragging her daypack.  She was also barefoot.  She scanned the so-so dirt path that went haphazardly thru the meadow.
	She began moving again.
	“Watching for nails.”
	Holly paused again.  Scanned, dug at her ass, then continued.
	“Watch for snakes!”
	“Goddamn it, Will!” Holly bitched and slung her daypack at her brother.  He managed to dodge the wildly flung pack.  Holly was spun around by her foolish attempt and landed on her ass.  Will graciously extended a hand and helped her up.  He also graciously dusted off her ass.
	The creek WAS there.  Surprisingly.  There, too, was a pond.  The pond was formed by great built up debris on all sides with the entry side being somewhat level with the meadow.
	Holly immediately went in, soaking her feet up to near mid calf.
	“Ahhhhhhh!” she breathed.  
	“ALL IN!” Will cried out.  He had pulled off his shirt and pants and barrel jumped in.
	Holly wasn’t amused as his antics were beyond her.  He also splashed her.  
	“Come on, Holly!” Will encouraged, “Yer not gonna just friggin stand there, huh?”
	Holly thought about it a moment and then backed up to the shore, looked around for security’s sake, “Does anyone else know of this place?”
	“How the hell should I know!?” he said and tried splashing her again.
	Holly was a little miffed but undone her shirt looking out to the meadow and beyond.
                                                       ****

	“I gotta pee.” she announced to no one in particular.  Will didn’t care, either.  “You can come into the water and do it.” 
	“No friggin way!” Holly chirped back, “that’s gross!”
	“You do it at home, in the bath and shower!”
	“Nut-uh, not in the bath!”
	Her shirt was off and she wore a small bra with a cotton half top.  She still looked around for security’s sake.  Her brother had tossed something up onto the shore, his underwear.  He was now “skinny dipping.”
	Holly undone her jeans and let them fall, she worked them down with her legs, hooked her thumbs into her pink panties and tugged them down, too--giving her brother a nice BA.
	Holly let her clothes lay where they had fallen and stepped away from them to the small clearing encircling the pond.  She spread her legs, hands on hips, and commenced to peeing.  Her brother was most amused, and all eyes on the girl‘s dainty pert tender pre-teen little bare butt.
	After peeing, Holly turned around and made slowly for the pond.
	When she was just a few feet away she summoned up her courage, made a goofy face, and being all kinds of immature and kid-like made a maddening dash and leaped into the pond.

	Much ado about frolicking and pissing the afternoon away.
	There seemed to be good harmony between the two, despite the sibling connection.  They splashed one another and Holly rode on Will’s shoulders.  His hands appeared to be brotherly in that it appeared to be “normal” of his placement.  They were both nude and Holly was the one seen most naked most the time.  A time or two she was “flung” off of Will’s shoulders--giving him a quick eyeing of Holly’s ass, asshole & cunny, and the whole thang!
	At one point Holly swallowed pond water, too much of it and she began to choke and sputter.  Faithful brother Will helped her out, naked bodies pressed together, Will mostly positioned behind her, pressing on her stomach and “helping” her to regain breathing composure.
	Holly came to be on all fours still sputtering.  She breathed hard.
	Her brother sat his ass onto the back of his heels, admiring Holly’s young tender little ass.  His cock was mightily hard.  Mightily.  He caressed the girl’s ass, parting a cheek and lightly fingering her unstained asshole.
	Holly didn’t move or make a fuss.
	Will slipped up and pressed the head of his brotherly schlong to the unstained as of yet Exit hole.  He didn’t penetrate but angled it down to the girl’s cunny and humped there for a moment.  He then spent a bit of time “spanking” the girl’s hinny.  
	Then, he plunged into Holly’s cunt.
	He had been there before.  He slid in effortlessly, gripped the hips and began rocking to and fro rapidly.  Holly clenched the sandy dirt and soon was fingering herself as she was scrogged.

	Will pulled out of his sister and humped her ass flesh, spanking it with his throbbing teen cock, then re-entering her.  Holly didn’t seem distressed, bit her lip harder, spread her legs open a little wider.
	“Oh!  Holly!” Will cooed as he plowed.  His eyes fluttered and he was DEEP into her cunny.  Holly leaned down, her head onto the clover that was heavily laden about.  She still frigged herself and managed to grab her brother’s balls and clutch them.
	Will pumped harder and soon entered into the delight he (and every cock) sought.  “OH!  Shit!  Holly!” he uttered as the insurgence of their lovemaking play came to an apex.  Mandy, too, found herself “aroused”, fingering her pussy as she watched up close and personal.  She herself could almost feel the boy’s cock sliding into her!
	Holly, too, made noises; satisfaction noises.  “Fuck me!” she called out, thrashing her pretty blond head side to side.  The “Ohs!” and “Ahs!” and haughting exclamations came in steady pace from the two; Will strained his favorite organ--his ass muscles flexing rapidly as an indication that his brotherly cock was jutting his sweet sticky love cream.
	Holly, too, seemed to have experienced her own orgasm.  It wasn’t as dramatic as her brother’s, but close counts.  Will pulled out and splashed more of his jiz onto Holly’s ass.  He fingered his balls and his sister’s asshole, then sat back to relax and marvel at his cock work.
	Holly slid down, sprawling out on the clover, on her stomach--a hand still frigging her dainty little pussy.  Neither spoke--what was there to say!?

	Time passed.  Minutes and then nearly an hour.  Holly lay out naked on the clover, asleep.  Will had turned to one side to pee and then settled up against a sapling birch and sought sleep--he was not denied.  He didn’t sleep long, awoke to play with his cock, swipe at flies and bees, and stare at his naked sister.
	Will did move, stretching and looking around--just to look around.  He scratched at his balls and masturbated lightly.  His eyes fell onto his nude sister, she had drawn up a leg and was half cocked.  Will’s cock sprang to fullness and he came to her.
	Horndog.  Boys were horndogs.  Always horny.  All the time.
	On his knees beside Holly he began caressing her ass, patting her and drinking in her nudity.  He smiled, Holly stirred, Will rolled his sister over more onto her stomach.  To her ass he fondled.  A lot.  Then parted the cheeks and began fingering her asshole.  Holly stirred some more and Will eased up, pressing the head of his teen hood to Holly’s hole.
	Penetration was almost as easy as into her pussy.
	He pumped steadily.  Holly moved and was awake.  She pulled her cheeks open herself and grunted as she was humped.  Will went in all the way, thrusting and pumping; pulling out to the head and then plunging back into the tight hole.
	He pumped and he pumped and he pumped.
	But he didn’t cum.  He strained to cum but didn’t cum.  He wanted to cum but didn’t cum.  He tried to cum--but…
	In some agony he pulled out and sat back whacking himself.
	Holly fingered her asshole and then her pussy.  That helped Will’s problem a little.  Holly rolled onto her back, knees up, legs open.  Will feasted on the girl’s snatch and went down on her, licking and slurping.  It kinda-sorta tickled Holly, she giggled and clung to the clover.
	At length Will came up and suckled on her small-small breasts, dragging his prong against her cunny.  Holly looked up to her naughty horny brother.  She pursed her lips and felt his penis entering her.  Goose bumps aplenty seethed all over her young nakedness.  Every inch of her brother’s prick entered her.  Will locked his arms and held himself above his sister just enough so as not to crush and locked his body in a military-style “push-up” style.
	A time or two his dick slipped out.  He didn’t use his hands and neither did his sister, he moved his hips just so as to brush the super sensitive head against her poon and drive himself back in.  It was an intense fuck.  Holly still didn’t seem distressed and at times clung to her older brother and pounded her hips into him, too.
	Will slowed own at one point, running his hands up and down his naked sibling, ohhing and ahhing in his mind, licking his lips and only methodically fucking her.
	Whether or not Holly succumbed to an orgasm or not was not clear.  Will did, though.  It was obvious by his body actions, fluttering eyes, undulating mouth and whole body scheme.  He tightened up and drained his prong into Holly’s quim.
	Holly seemed to bask in the afterglow of their illicit union.  Her brother was swathed in sweat (sex sweat) and flopped off to one side, cum still leaking from his piss slit.  Holly lightly frigged herself, sat up and continued frigging.

No Wonder Girls Have PMS, It Helps!
	Up at the junk depository a new pairing had arrived, exhausted from their day of hiking.  They had come from the “opposite” direction.  The boy of the pairing was a year younger than Will.  The girl a year younger than Holly.  They flumped onto the dilapidated sofa and died.
	The girl wore glasses, had long light brown hair, not as lily white in skin tone as Holly, wore a short sleeve shirt with wide open armholes.  Semi tight jeans, tennis shoes rather than regular hiking shoes.  She kicked the shoes off and wriggled her toes.
	The boy, her brother, barely moved himself.  He groaned and muttered, “I’m too tired to pee!”
	No comment from his sibling.  She rubbed her dainty nose.  She wore dainty little earrings, too.  A watch with a pink band.  No other jewelry.  She was small in size, but not overly so.  About average for a child in the age group.  She got as comfy as possible and closed her eyes.  She DID dig at her cunny, pulling her pants at of her crotch and sinking low in the funky cushion.
	Her brother farted.
	His sister smacked him.
	“OW!” he blurted.
	“Go fart in the wind!” she bitched to him.
	The boy paid her no mind, picked his nose (and wiped it on the sofa arm) then worked off his shoes and settled in for a snooze.

	Not much else seemed to be going on.  Will and Holly--zonkville.  the two new arrivals, Kevin and Annie--double time in zonkville.  a cool wafting of summer afternoon breezes came, Mandy heard the breezes--bees and other assorted insects.  She smelled the grasses and wildflowers and various other scents of nature, and the cow shit in the adjoining pasture.  It wasn’t so bad.  She seemed (and felt) settled.  She napped herself.
	
	A low grumbling sound thundered.  The air was overly scented with unpleasant odors that not only offended the nostrils but cringed the eyes, too.  Darkness all around, mostly due to the thick black smoke that filled all spaces.  An image formed in the middle of the black soot, a one-eyed monster.
	It was huge.  It was boisterous.  It was menacing and not at all friendly.  Captivating, too, it held attention, demanded it.  Then, a feeling that filled within--an unpleasant feeling of dread.  No, more than that--horror.  Yes.  Horror.
	And even more than that.  Evil.
	Definitely evil.  Definitely.
	The one-eye monster blinked and Mandy woke up.
	She was in a swath of sweat.  A nightmare.  She deemed it to be a nightmare.  It seemed both kind of “quick” like, but last way too long, too.  The lingering feelings of “evil” persisted even after waking up.
	On the dilapidated sofa young Kevin was masturbating.  He had worked his penis out and was gingerly working it.  His sister still beside him yawned and slowly woke up.  She looked around and noted her brother doing his thing.
	She pursed her lips and looked away chin in her palm.
	Kevin watched her and worked his organ a little faster.
	He leaned back, opened his legs and waggled his prick.
	Annie didn’t look.  She chewed on a fingertip and looked out to the meadow.  Kevin leaned back a little disgruntled.  
	Annie leaned back, twiddling her fingers.  Lightly she glanced at her brother’s doings. “You’re going to jerk that thing off!” she stated unwittingly.
	Her brother chuckled, “That’s the whole idea!” he scoffed.
	Annie didn’t get it.  Not the literal sense anyways.
	Kevin took his hand away, “Come on, Annie.” he said.
	Annie kept her hands to herself and said nothing.
	Kevin welped, “Please, Annie.”  then, “You’re good at it.” a natural.
	Annie mulled it over, let out her breath in a sigh.  Boys!
	She reached over and wrapped her fingers about his prong and began to work it.  Kevin’s eyes rolled, his cock stiffened even more so, his head tilted back and he thoroughly enjoyed being masturbated by his sister.
	Kevin wiggled and pushed his body down to whereas his butt was at the edge of the well used weathered cushion--whereas his young teen schlong was a little more lengthy for his sister to handle.  
	But he was in some agony as somehow his sister Annie of eleven years young was incredibly talented.  She was incredibly naïve but talented.  Kevin un hitched his jeans and whisked his jeans down, tugging his boxers along, too.
	Annie continued her doing.
	She only paused when Kevin angled his body towards her.
	She knew what he wanted nextly.
	“Please, Annie, please!” Kevin begged.
	Annie stared at the cock.  She bit her lower lip and sighed again in contemplation.  Sure she had done it before.  And she was undoubtedly destined to “do so again.”  but…
	Annie pulled into herself.  Kevin reluctantly leaned back and sighed deeply disappointed.  A moment of silence there was between them, Kevin lightly humped his cock to keep his prick stiff.
	“My allowance.” he said lowly.
	Annie said nothing.
	“I’ll give you--”
	“I’ve already got your allowance for this month!” Annie butted in.
	Kevin tugged on his lip, his penis began to lose stiffness.  He opened his legs and began fondling his balls, working his jeans and boxers down to his ankles.
	“Uhm, okay--your chores; Dad’s got you cleaning out the garage, right?”
	“Yeah.”
	“I’ll do it.”
	Annie sighed and mulled some more.
	Kevin squeezed his dick and seemed in agony.
	“I don’t want you to do that stuff at the end in my mouth!” Annie said defiantly.  Kevin grinned.  “Okay!” he said happily.  Annie rolled her eyes and leaned down.  Kevin angled himself again and his cock met his sister’s young mouth.  Her hot breath quickly enthused him.  Her lips engulfed the head and she did that thing with the expertly rolling her tongue about the super sensitive area.  She then dragged her teeth up and down his shaft and Kevin thought he was going to do that thing at the end Annie didn’t like.
	Amazingly he managed to hold off shooting off into her mouth.  Somehow he managed to hold off and focus on other things, like scoping out his sister’s backside.  He often did anyways, she was sweaty and he stared at her bra strap, then down her white cottony open arm sleeveless top to the top of the back of her jeans--and there was the top of her panties.
	Annie continued slurping on his cock.  She was good.  Damn good!
	Kevin risked it and began rubbing her backside, working his hand down to her butt.  “Oh, suck it, Annie, please suck it!” he DID feel the stirrings of orgasm and he felt a little seethe thru his prick.  Annie continued sucking as he continued “other things.”
	He pulled the girl’s shirt up, it was mostly out of being tucked in her jeans, she didn’t wear tight jeans--he wished she did.  She had a girlfriend who wore really tight jeans and she was HOT!  Kevin desperately wanted to bone her.  Desperately!
	“It’s coming!” Kevin blurted.
	Annie pulled her head back quickly.
	But not quite quick enough--some of her brother’s good splashed onto her face, her mouth specifically.  She didn’t care for it.  Not at all.
	“I told you not to do that!” she bitched.
	“Sorry.” Kevin said wanking his wanker, “I couldn’t help it, it just does it.” and cum still continued to come.
	Annie wiped her mouth in distaste. And sat back with a bit of a screwed up face.  Kevin continued to hump his cum squirter.  As far as blowjobs were concerned it was okay, but was it worth extra chores and a whole month’s allowance?
	“Lemma see--” he paused, 
	“What?”
	“Your shirt, t-take it off?” though he was older and was supposed to rule over her as an older sibling, sometimes she intimidated him.  She could easily get him into trouble--and usually did.  They both did one another, but Annie being “Daddy’s Little Girl” and cute, she had the upper hand in the I’m Innocent factor.
	“I-I wanna see your tits, again.” he stammered.
	Annie held her hands to the top of her shirt--more mulling and contemplating.  
	“Come on, Annie,” whined the boy, “I don’t have anything else to give!”
	“When Dad wants me to go with him to the dumb convention thing, YOU gotta get me out of it, go instead of me.”
	Kevin didn’t want to go as bad as Annie didn’t want to go.
	He had to think about it.  Was THAT worth it.  He decided at length that it was.  The sacrifices a guy’s gotta go thru to see a little titty.
	And that’s what Annie had, little titties.  She wore a small camisole, and a triple-a bra.  She was merely eleven, but most girls her age were doing fairly well in the titty department.  But still, there was at least a “little” something there.
	Annie removed her top and undershirt, then bra.  Kevin’s prong stiffened up just slightly.  He grinned and eyed the young fleshy mounds and put his hand on the closest one, squeezing the nipple and making Annie giggle and wrench away from him.
	“Take your pants off, too!” Kevin eagerly suggested.
	Annie rolled her eyes.  She didn’t “immediately” comply and was almost going to put her clothes she had taken off back on.  More mulling.
	“Mom’s going to do up my room, a bunch of crap stuff, next weekend.  But I want to go over to Marci’s.”
	Kevin rolled a shoulder, “And?”
	“And so I want YOU to bug mom to take you to the mall.”  
	Kevin rolled his eyes.  He hated the mall.  Their mother loved the mall and virtually loved any excuse at all to go.
	“You need new clothes.  If you’re going to go out for baseball you’ve got to have all that stuff and there’s this place in the mall that has all of it.”
	Kevin took a turn at mulling.  He sighed and nodded his head, it was a done deal.
	Annie undone her light colored jeans and eased them down.
	She wore bikini panties, yellow with blue flowers.  Kevin stared at them, at her in them.  Annie worked her jeans down and then off of her ankles.
	“S-stand up.” he cooed.
	Annie paused and shook her head to herself, Boys!
	She stood and faced her brother.  Kevin drank her in.  His cock surged to full strength.  Girls in their swimsuits were good, but girls in their panties were better.  He stared and stared, drinking in every nuance of Annie’s form.
	Slowly Annie turned about.  They had seen one another in their underwear before, but up close and personal and private whereas one could view the other and take HIS time about it--was far a few times in between.
	With Annie’s ass to him, she paused half a moment and then bent over, legs open.  Kevin liked.  A lot.  He put his brotherly hand on her ass and rubbed; his other hand continued to work his crank.
	Still bent over Annie slipped a hand inside her panties and slowly began working them down.  Kevin tugged on the other side; his other hand still working his cock.  Kevin peered longingly (if not lovingly) at his sister’s asshole.  And there was her pussy, too.  It was delightful and very pleasing to the eye.  It didn’t have a lot of pubic hair on it.  He “thumbed” and dragged his finger(s) up and down the slit, poking the asshole, and becoming more and more sexually enthralled.
	“Annie--” he breathed.  He was in a bad way.
	Annie stood up, panties at her knees.  She turned and faced her brother who had leaned back in the lopsided sofa jerking off feverishly.  There was that all too familiar “I want to stick this in you” look.  He had serious puppy dog eyes, “I didn’t do that” kind of eyes or the begging kind of eyes.
	Annie sighed and worked her panties down then stepped closer to her always horny brother.  She straddled him and felt his prong ease into her body.  Kevin gripped her ass and they began to fuck.

	It did seem as though Annie got as much enjoyment out of the deal as did her brother.  It was not an enduring lengthy hump, five minutes and Kevin was blasting hot loads of young teen spunk into his sister’s cunt.  Both shivered and trembled during the orgasmic fit.  Kevin managed to suckle on his sister’s tiny breasts and he deeply fantasized about banging one of Annie’s girlfriends, or most of the girls he knew his age and older.
	Juices flowed out of Annie’s pussy, drenching Kevin’s balls.
	She lay on him, drained sexually herself.  Her brother’s dong still up in her.  They lay entwined--until Annie began to pee.  Kevin knew almost instantly although it took a couple of seconds to realize the “extra” drainage he was feeling coating him was a little more “warmer” than simple girl cum.
	“EWEWEWE!” he bitched and pushed his sister off of him.
	A final strand of cum blasted from Kevin’s prick as he pulled out, the super sensitive head getting one last sensation.  The cum strand splashed onto Annie’s chest and she went “EWEWEWE!”
	Annie stumbled away, scratching at her butt, looking around, pee still trickling from her virtually hairless poon.  Seeing no one about, save for the moo-moo munching grass and staring out thru the fence across the small back road backroad, Annie moved away from the shelter/enclosure and spread her legs.  Kevin was attentive.  Not keen on being pissed on, that was gross; but he liked watching Annie pee.  And she did.
	“Hey Kev!” Annie called out after she had been and fingered her cum soaked/piss drenched cunny.
	“What?”
	“Didja know there’s a creek near here?”
	Kevin shrugged.  “Nope.”
	“It’s thatta way, I think.” she said.   Kevin got up and walked nakedly to where his sister stood.  There was a crude sign reading Silver Creek” and an arrow indicating the way.
	“Kewl beans!” Kevin piped.  “Come on, we can clean up before heading back.”	
	‘Sure thing, chore boy!’
	They collected their clothes and Kevin watched her move about, moving about nakedly.  A couple of times at home he got to watch her in the shower and on the toilet, changing clothes.  But he dare not get caught at it.
	As they moved down thru the open meadow following the so-so animal possible people trail, it became evident that someone was at the creek.  Two someones.  Two NAKED someones.

	Holly bounced on her brother, her legs about his waist, his cock deep into her pussy.  She didn’t think it possible but they were “doing it” under water.  They bounced and splashed and fucked.  Will’s hands clamped tightly on his sister’s ass; she moved about too much and caused him to lose balance, the water was up to mid chest level and all the sloshing caused him to stumble.
	But he DID notice the two newcomers.
	He also noticed that they were NAKED.
	
	Holly wasn’t was overly thrilled with the sudden arrival of the newcomers, she hid behind her brother deeply embarrassed about her nudity.  She was enlightened to see, though, that the newcomers were a pair of kids close to their own age as well as being equally naked.  As well as…
	Timidly the boy newcomer advanced, his companion and obvious sister timidly followed behind, looking behind her quick and then side to side; she placed her clothes she carried in front of her to shield her naughty bits.
	Will invited the pair in, “Come on in!” he cheered, “Water’s fine!”
	Holly kept down as much as possible, but up enough that the new arrivals, especially the boy, could see that SHE was nude.  As opposed to Annie, Holly had something worth while on her chest.
	Kevin gave his name and introduced his timid/shy sister.
	Will gave his name and Holly’s.
	Kevin then stepped to the water’s edge, his cock had been concealed at the introduction; then, upon seeing the lovely naked Holly’s breasts in the clear cool refreshing pond, SPRONG!
	Kevin eased into the water, holding back the urge to make a mad jump and barrel jump.  If it had just been himself and his sister he would have.  But he didn’t want to come off as a total dweeb in front of new people.
	He stayed clear of Holly, but checked her on the sly when possible.  The girl did little else but bounce in the water from her tippy toes and such.  Kevin tried to see her better via an underwater look.
	Too much distortion for a clear view, but the pond water was clear enough that he could tell that she WAS definitely naked.
	Annie needed some coaxing, from ALL of those already in the pond.
	She finally did.
	Will got wood.  Annie was pretty, she was demure and small in size, and had hardly any hair on her pussy.  Will definitely wanted to fuck her.  He could tell that she was NOT a virgin.  He thusly correctly assumed that she and her brother were probably fucking.

	After some time in the pond still somewhat avoiding close proximity of one another and being kinda shy, Will and Holly--hooked up.  It was obvious what they were doing “under water.”  Holly’s legs once more were wrapped about her brother’s waist, his cock deeply embedded into her young body, his hands clamped tightly on her delightful young ass.  Their bodies pressed together and they created a great deal of ripples.
	Annie was--not aghast, but shocked and mildly awed.
	Kevin was spellbound and worked his cock for a moment while he watched.  He even dunked himself beneath the surface to see if he could see anything.  Kinda-sorta.  When he resurfaced he focused on his sister.  
	She knew.  She rolled her eyes.  BOYS!

	Hooking up with her brother in near chest deep water wasn’t an exact science.  Kevin’s schlong never really made absolute penetration.  And he was getting frustrated.  He was desperate and in agony, he needed relief.  Annie knew it.  So being the kind sister she obliged him, moving closer to the shore and getting on her hands and knees--thusly allowing her horndog bro to mount her.
	He did.
	He scurried up, eyed the girl’s ass, asshole, and furless cunny.
	Annie dug her fingers into the dark sand and felt her brother’s presence pressing against her flesh--and entrance.  She tightened up some, the cool of the water tightened her up, too.  No match for a determined cock, though.  Kevin dropped a little spittle onto his sister’s rim and began an dubious anal penetration.
	Annie dug her fingers into the black goo that was sand and felt every inch of her brother entering her.  Kevin slid in all the way and paused a moment, cautiously looked over his shoulder to see how Will and Holly were and WHERE they were.
	They were still in the middle of the pond, the deepest, still close together.  They had stopped making “ripples” and Holly moved slowly away from her brother.  Both watched Kevin bone his sister.

	While cum oozed out of Annie’s asshole, a steady stream of pee spilled from Holly’s quim.  She had come out of the water and moved to some bushes surrounding the pond.  She stood with legs wide and fingered her pussy that had more hair on it than Annie’s--and peed.
	Will emerged from the pond wanking his crank which was hard, damn hard.  Annie got a look at it and was in awe--it was a scooch bit BGGER than her brother’s!
	Will stood in the empty space between the girls, spanking his monkey, basking in the sun.  His cock stuck out nicely, rigid, angled upright and just.  He was lean and filled out and though only a year older than Kevin, was more rugged.  And had a much bigger cock!
	Annie had sat down on her heels, when she noticed he was watching her watching him (and what he was doing) she blushed big time and turned away.  Kevin worked his own crank, sitting back and trying not to seem as a gay dude, but noting the differences in cock in only a year’s difference in age.  Casually he wondered…
	Holly moved from the puddle she had created and came to her nude brother.  Will hugged her shoulders and then easily pushed her down.  It was a show for the newcomers.  Holly gripped Will’s dong and stroked it, quickly, and then began a tedious bout working on the head with her mouth.
	Holly soon began devouring him and Will reeled in it.
	So did Kevin.
	Annie bit her lower lip and stared.
	Holly sucked--and sucked--and sucked some more.  She worked his organ to an incredible stance.  Will dug his toes into the black silt sand, hands on hips and striving hard NOT to cum.  He wanted to cum but wanted to save it--for Annie.
	Kevin goosed his sister.  She didn’t take the “goosing” too well, not understanding that Kevin’s goosing her was an encouragement to go “greet” Will more one-on-one.  
	Annie didn’t move.
	Holly slurped and worked her brother’s bone, squeezing it at the base and flopping the dong up and down rapidly in front of her face.  Strands, bits and pieces of his cum fell everywhere.  Holly sucked on the outside of the shaft, cupped his balls and drive him crazy!
	She was good.
	At length Holly got the unspoken message from Will.  She turned to shyly wink at Annie.  They sort of had kismet, Annie was a wee bit younger than Holly, both girls were sort of naïve about the sexual deviancy they were deeply involved in.
	Holly wanked Will’s crank, angling towards Annie as in a sort of odd offering.  Annie still didn’t move.  Will didn’t move, either.  Holly continued to stroke the brotherly schlong, squeezing it and somehow managing to hold back the awesome tide of spunk just waiting to jut out.
	Holly returned to suckling on her brother’s prong, devouring him and driving the teen into an out of the world euphoria.  He shuddered all over and cum began to shoot into Holly’s mouth after all.
	Kevin caressed his sister’s ass, fingered her hole and began to tantalize her pussy.  He wanted her to go suck Will, so as to give HIM the so-so okay to hump possibly on Holly.  (selfish pig!)  He stood up on his knees and pressed his dong against his sister’s ass, ‘Go on.’ he whispered.
	Annie wasn’t too thrilled or motivated.
	‘Please!?’ he whined.  Boys!
	Annie sighed.  She wasn’t so inclined.  Kevin wrapped his arms about his sibling and began fingering her pussy.  Will watched and got stiffer his cock inside his sister’s expert cocksucking mouth.
	Annie twisted her mouth, but was getting doinked in the ass crack and thrilled in her pussy.  Again Holly withdrew and wanked the brotherly cock, angling/aiming it towards the reluctant Annie.
	Holly began suckling on Will’s balls.  Kevin goosed his sister a bit more, hands on her hips in an attempt to get her scooting along.  With a unenthusiastic sigh Annie did at last began shuffling towards Will.
	She stared at the wanker before her--contemplating.  Will turned just so and thrust his pelvis towards the hesitant girl.  He wanted her to suck him, too.  Badly.  Kevin again got behind his reluctant sib and began strongly coaxing her--also promising her a whole bunch of shit--extra chores, extra allowance, CDs, and take the blame for the broken vase of their mother’s.
	It was enough, the clincher was taking the blame for their mother’s favorite vase.  It WAS Annie’s fault, but their mother thought otherwise that it was careless Kevin.  
	She sighed, chewed on the deed waggling before her.  Holly tugged the skin tight and flopped the schlong.  Kevin’s prong glided up and down Annie’s ass crack.  Annie closed her eyes and leaned in.

	Hot sticky gooey spunk matter filled every nook and cranny, crevice and beyond.  His hands gripped tightly the girl’s ass as he drove DEEP into her young trim.  Holly shuddered and anointed Kevin’s cock and balls with her own essence.  Kevin trembled and felt a new strange feeling in his bone, he was still cumming and the feeling was quite unique.
	Across from them in the shade Annie lay with her legs up being seriously hammered (fucked royally) by a determined-to-get-his-nut Will.  Annie clung to the boy as well as exposed tree roots.  Will’s schlong was significantly bigger and slightly more pleasing than Kevin’s.  There was a little more discomfort in the ordeal, Kevin was more gentle and didn’t discomfort her as Will’s determination to cum did.
	She endured just the same.
	The taste of his hot splooge in her mouth still sickened her.  She would have assumed that ALL boy’s goo would have tasted the same.  There was a similarity but a difference, too.
	She watched as close by Holly and Kevin hooked up with Holly on top of Kevin.  It gave insight to sexual intercourse, Kevin’s prong slamming up into Holly’s quim.  
	Will finally got his nut and filled young Annie’s cunt.  He arched his back, rolled his eyes, fluttered his eyes, and drained his bone.
	Annie felt a strange stirring in her pussy, a more significant tingling than when Kevin fucked her.  It felt kind of like when she had a major piss to let out and it had backed up ‘cause she had held off too long--then when she was finally on the toilet and let gravity do its thing there was an incredible relief no words could describe.
	It was the same with the orgasm Will was giving her.
Moving Right Along
	A slight queasiness filled her, there was some lightheadedness and for some strange reason her nipples ached.  She felt the need to relieve herself, so she did.  She simply and merely shucked her clothes, spread her legs, and did what she needed to do.
	Thereafter she carried her pants and undies and kept walking.
	No destination in mind or intended.  She was basically lost.
	A little hungry.  The scenes of the four behind her still filled her.  Casually she wouldn’t have minded to have gotten nailed by Will.  Or Kevin.  Or both!  At the same time!  
	The air was scented with pines, cedars, and a campfire!
	Following the creek Mandy wandered almost aimlessly until coming onto a new scene.  A camping scene.  A tall man with a young girl.  They had apparently just come off of a long enduring walk.  There didn’t seem to be anyone else around.  The girl was pooped.  She was also whining.  Her legs hurt terribly, hips; butt, feet, etc.
	She was about 9 yrs young.
	The man with her (her father) flopped himself down by the campfire.  Immediately he removed his boots and socks and began rubbing his feet.  The little girl couldn’t seem to move.  Her face was screwed up and she fidgeted in place, still whining.
	“Take your clothes off.” the man said.
	The little girl’s mouth opened in awe.  She looked up to him then pursed her lips.  Temporarily her aches and pangs were nothing in comparison to the “suggestion.”
	“Go on.” the man insisted, and he began tugging the child’s pants down.  She wore typical jeans with a lime green shirt with a kiddie embroidered teddy bear’s face emblazoned on the front and a denim jacket.  The child undone her jeans and seemed very concerned.
	But down the jeans came.
	The child leaned into the man and her shoes came off.  She seemed relieved about that and cared less about her jeans being down.  The man scooted onto a small camp rock-seat.  He seemed in some agony himself, but continued his task; he helped the young girl out of her jeans.
	He then set about kneading her thighs and then all of her legs up and down front and back.  The little girl said nothing but leaned into the man or turned about as needed.  The man WAS observed checking the child out, closely.
	“We’re going to have to get you warmed up.” he said.
	The child seemed perplexed.
	The man got a large pot that was nearby the campfire, stoked the campfire then made way to the creek to fill the pot with water.  The pot was placed on the iron grate on the stoked fire and the man returned to massaging the child’s aching legs.
	It seemed okay.
	“You’re not used to walking so much in rough country.” stated the man, Shane.  The little girl shrugged.  All she knew was that her legs hurt, badly.  “Heat is the best thing for sore muscles.”  the child again shrugged.  She was brown haired, brown eyes.  Her hair was pulled back into a single pony.  She was kinda cute, kinda plain.
	From out of the assembled dome tent nearby the man withdrew some washcloths and dunked them into the pot of water.
	“When I was a kid, about your age, I was struck with polio.  Do you know what “polio” is?”
	The girl, Joy, shook her head in the negative, she didn’t.
	“It’s a debilitating thing, crippling most in the legs.” a pause, “It happened to me.” the child still was leaned into the man, Mandy at that point didn’t believe the two campers were related.  Just a matter of observation and their mannerisms towards one another.
	Shane’s hands went up and down the girl’s legs, patting her stomach but so far not anywhere where her panties covered--but close.  He continued to massage the girl’s legs and up her back some; tested the water for temp safety and pulled out one of the washcloths.
	As he applied the very-very warm cloth to the child’s legs, he told her of how he was stricken.  “When I was five something began to happen in my legs, we didn’t know what.  When I was six my right leg felt like it was “asleep” all the time.  And when I was seven, both my legs were useless.  I couldn’t walk, I had polio.”
	Joy stood quiet, twisting her fingers together listening attentively to the man’s story.  Shane’s hands went up and down the girl’s legs continuously as he spoke.
	“So, it hurt my mom to see me that way, when I was so active beforehand.  I would sit for hours in the wheelchair looking out the window to the other kids of the block playing and it hurt, deep.”
	“So what did your mommy do?” Joy asked sheepishly.
	Shane paused and rested his chin on the top of the girl’s head.
	“She heated up some bath towels, soaked ‘em in real hot water and wrapped my legs in them.”  then, “Hours a day and thru the nite.”
	“And that helped.”
	“Dern tootin it did!” he smiled.  “I’m a walking now, huh?”
	He squeezed the girl and got a chuckle out of her.
	Joy was wiped down and asked if she was still aching.  She replied that she was, but it wasn’t as bad as it had been at first.  Shane dropped the washcloth back into the pot and stood the child up closer to the fire.  He then removed her jacket and tossed it into the tent, then easily enough removed her shirt, too.  Joy returned to being a little concerned.
	The man got on his knees, turned Joy around and began earnestly caressing her ass.  He caressed her backside, too, and back of her legs.  Then, slowly, down came her panties.
	Joy squeezed her body up tight, clenching her fist.  The blue tinted undies slowly came down her young short legs.  One leg was lifted and then the other and then she was nude.
	Shane tossed the undergarment onto her nearby recently removed jeans and shirt.  It was then back to full body massaging and caressing.  She was turned about and Mandy watched in awe as Joy was deliberately fingered.  The man, the grown adult 30-something man dragged his fingers up and down the child’s innocent young hairless cunny.
	Repeatedly.
	It looked as if though the child was quite uncomfortable.  She did nothing, though, not even cry or fuss.  Shane continued fingering, then went on to caress her thighs and turn her about again to rub her backside wholly.
	To her naked young butt his hands went, squeezing the cheeks and delving his fingers into the crack, diddling her probably virgin asshole.  Joy clung into the man, apparently crying or sobbing at this point.  Mandy observed her shuddering.
	Slowly Shane stood.  The girl clung to herself.  She was turned to re-face the fire.  Shane stood quietly and still beside her.  Mandy could tell the man had a boner going.
	This observation was found true when the man began undressing.
	His outer jacket came first, then his shirt and undershirt.  Joy remained staring at the flickering fire, hands folded before her at her chest.  She did seem to know what was happening.
	Shane shucked his jeans and underwear in one fell swoop, stood and kicked off his clothing and stood with a raging boner.  He gave it one stroke, cupped and fondled his balls and stood with hands on hips staring at the flickering fire.
	Joy did nothing--kinda cringe while standing in place.
	The man squatted hugging the nude child beside him.  He caressed her exposed side, massaging her a little more.  “You doing alright, now?” he asked.
	Joy rolled her eyes in wonderment, then, ‘Oh.’ she nodded that she was so.  She twisted on her feet and the nude man opened a soft ice chest, withdrawing a cold can of soda for them both.
	Shane sat on the rock seat, legs open, cock hard, balls dangling.  He eyes Joy’s naked ass and slurped on his soda.  Joy didn’t move.
	“Come here.” Shane said at last.
	Joy for a moment held her pose, but reluctantly scooted sideways not turning to face the naked man who Mandy assured herself was NOT related to her.
	Shane pulled the girl gingerly into between his legs, Joy still facing out.  Once more the man began fingering the child’s cunny, smoothing his hands up and down her legs and belly area.  Joy wiped a beginning tear from her eye, got a grip on herself and drank her soda without whimpering.

	After the soda there was supper; consisting of a homemade stew, cornbread, and a brownie-cake for dessert.  More hugging, fondling, fingering, massaging, and cock dragging up an ass crack.  
	After supper Joy came to be on the man’s lap, his cock dragging up and down her young slit and then between her ass crack as she sat on his lap.  His fingers began an earnest bout of anal exploration; in essence, finger fucking her asshole.
	It made the young child uneasy; she clung to the man and sobbed some but nothing more.  Evening was coming on them, the child was hugged, consoled, fingered, rubbed, and explored.  She was soon carried into the dome tent and lain down.
	Mandy found herself beside the fire.
	She could feel its heat.
	She could see fireflies, smell the wood, and the stew-soup left over in the pot.  She helped herself.  She could taste the spices, the pepper and salt.  There was the meat and potatoes and carrots.  There was a breeze stirring up.  Some “plopped” out in the nearby creek.  She looked to the open door of the tent; inside Shane had Joy’s legs open and he was straddled on top of her, gliding his manly prong against her innocence.
	Slowly, amazingly, he was entering her.
	The girl grunted and groaned and gripped up handfuls of bedding.  She arched her back and bit her lips hard; Shane supported her, tilting her up into him just so.  His manhood gliding up and down her young slit, pressing into her sex with some determination.
	Shane held the girl’s ass, somewhat pinning one leg down with his own, but not hurting her.  Joy could make no noise, anyways, as several inches of cock entered her.  Her pretty eyes fluttered, she arched, went kinda rigid and was “fulfilled” with many inches of dong.
	Slowly Shane began to pump.
	Mandy could see the “penetration.”  Again, as with many of the other “virgins” she had witnessed getting doinked apparently for the first time, there was the lack of bleeding.  No “broken cherry.”  
	Shane’s balls cinched up and slapped against the girl’s ass.  He rolled them to their sides and held Joy’s left leg up and continued plowing her for several minutes until he got his nut.
	Cum washed out of the girl’s broken-in cunny in waves.  Shane’s ass was a sheen layer of sweat, sex sweat.  He flexed tightly, his balls cinched up and his cock was fully inserted.  He pumped and emptied all of his jiz, then slowly-slowly pulled out and rested.
	Joy lay slightly trembling.  She slowly fingered her aching broken-in cunny, sobbing some and reeling in the newest event in her young life.  Shane lay with his cock still soiling her.  His sexual umph taken down severely.  Lightly, though, he began to suckle on the child’s chest where nipples would be prominent in years to come.  He replaced Joy’s fingers with his own, fingering and massaging her pussy.
	It was this way that the two fell to sleep.