August Moone
Book 4
Still Tripping
Chapter Eight
Acquisitions

	Katherine and Jaylene struggled slightly with the commands given to them.  Commands were received, analyzed, perceived as something unlikely something they would do so willingly, and then beyond their control they complied.  Both were virgins.  Katherine had been kissed by a boy(friend) and groped; she had felt the “hard” presence of a boy who pressed himself against her.  She had a mild idea of what boys naked her age looked like.
	Jaylene had been kissed by a boy, too.  A girl, as well.  (it was not Katherine.  Jaylene was NOT, however, gay (lesbian).  It was an experiment with another girl.  Only this, and nothing more!	
	Like her best friend, Kathy; she, too, had a mild conceptual idea of what a nude boy her age would look like.  Both girls had babysat young boys and most often had seen them naked.  But no boys older than seven years.  Health books and crude drawings on the bathroom walls didn’t help.
	Both DID masturbate--but privately and neither spoke of it.
	Both did secretly desire to “get laid.”  but getting knocked up or some STD frightened them.  Katherine considered performing Oral Sex on a guy, but the concept was a little obscure to her so she held off (until she had a more clear idea of the deed.)
	Jaylene fantasized of running naked into a boy’s locker room, specifically the shower area while all the boys of the period were there.  She further fantasized of being scrubbed down, washed/bathed by all those boys.  But being sexually naïve just a tad, anything else was lost to her.
	Neither girl had any desires to have any sexual relations with their fathers, brothers, uncles, cousins, or teachers.  Jaylene had brothers, an older bro who was out of the house and in the Navy, and a younger bro who was merely seven.  (Strangely, Jaylene had NOT been molested by the older bro, had NEVER had any sexual romping with him and had never seen him naked.  Underwear was a different story!)
	With the impending bad weather, the girls were layered in protective clothing--Kathy in a heavy jacket with scarf, a nice thick shirt underneath, tight jeans and tennis shoes.  Her friend since 6th grade had a thick heavy turquoise mixed handmade sweater with a huge neck collar.  She had heavy popular boots on and knit gloves.
	One piece at a time did the girls shed their clothes.  When they got to their panties and bras, he had them stop.  For some reason Forrest found it mildly easier with the two newest passengers.  Just putting them thru their paces!  But he knew mind dinking would have to be for them, to allow them to “go to the bathroom” on their own, to eat, sleep, and “be themselves.”
	He had Blossom and Sam come join in, remove their clothes, and 69 in their bed bunk while he continued with Kathy and Jaylene.  

	Katherine & Jolene.  Clad merely in their panties and on all fours.  It was the perfect way to admire (if not ogle) them.  Blossom and Samaria had gone to sleep after half an hour of cunny indulgence.
	Rain had finally come, the wind had stopped.  The windows of the custom van extraordinare were covered to whereas not even light escaped from within.  
	Forrest admired the lovely bums of the two newest passengers.  He patted each butt, smoothing his hand over the arse, slipping his finger down the crack, then smoothing his hand along the thighs.  His cock was sore, but stiff.  
	Slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y he eased the panties down, of one girl and then the other.  With sufficient lighting in the main “viewing” area he gawked at the girls’ hind ends, admiring moreso their clean pert virgin assholes and reddish haired cunnies.
	A hole was a hole was a hole yet to be filled.
	Forrest filled it.  Tongue, finger, cock.
	Both girls had deliciously tight assholes.
	Katherine  came to be more “aware” a little more than she should, but the mind lock on her still held.  Jaylene became fully aware and the mind lock on her was lost.
	There was no problem, when she frantically began to freak out he pushed her down and lay his full weight on her; the girl was already dazed and confused, mostly confused.  Trying to ascertain what had happened to her or what WAS happening to her only confounded the problem.
	Achieving a mind lock on her while she was in such a state proved difficult, too.  It forced her Tormentor to “kick it up a notch.”  he didn’t want to, it would cause a distressful action within himself; i.e. headache, toothache, dizziness that would segue into nausea.
	 Subduction was accomplished--after a time.  He had to secure Jaylene AND Katherine (for assurance purposes).  He did so unto Blossom and Samaria for the same reasons.  Afterwards--he contemplated.  He had a long nite of contemplation.  He knew that he could not fully rely on his Mental Abilities to subdue his Subjects.  From the onset all seemed well, but for lasting desire of calmness something more stringent was required.
	But what?
	He gave his mind a rest--and his Passengers, too.

	But come the morning--he was back to true form…
	One by one he tapped into the girls’ minds, subduing them to some semblance of his satisfaction.  After each one had peed (in the bathroom) he received a blowjob.  Thereafter each girl was personally “inspected.”  they were placed one by one at a time on a bunk bed and tongued.  Finger probing came nextly and then a mild intro of his cock.
	He enjoyed and admired each one.  His eyes and hands adored them and drank in virtually every inch of them.  In the small bathroom other than the simple virtually hard resin plastic toilet there was the sink w/counter and a hand held shower thingy.  A central drain as when the toilet lid was shut/closed, the shower could be utilized as everything was a moulded one-piece unit.
	It was the shower where each girl got a personal hands-on bathing from their Host.  And hefted up onto the sink/counter they were one by one doinked.  The soothing shower on low warm stream helped the ordeal, Forrest leaned back and seriously admired the girls--one by one.  Nice naked bodies; smooth skin, lovely poon pie.  
	They were a treasure to admire.  And he did.  Lovely naked damsels.

	Katherine and Jaylene were good little fucks.  Damn good.  Blossom and Samaria were too as well.  A yearning swelled within him, a desire.  A strong desire like no other.  He knew that there was no end, the only “end” would be when he ran out of “breathing” room inside the van.
	(of course, he could always get a bigger van!)
	For hours he enjoyed simply observing/watching the girls in the nude, doing some mild exercises, performing orally upon one another as well as himself, spanking one another, and so on.  Could it get any better?
	Oh yeah!
	He still considered what he could do as a “backup” to his Abilities.  Lightly he thought of the pesky problem as he laid Samaria across his lap; on the floor at his feet Blossom lay out on her back while Jaylene sat on her face wriggling while Katherine licked out Blossom’s cunt.
	He slipped a finger into Sam’s asshole, lightly smacking her cheeks; for the moment he had a good mind hold on the four with no apparent side effects.  But would it last?  
	He gave his cock the afternoon off, dressed the girls, himself, and tooled onward to some destination unknown to him.

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Part III
	He began to wonder about the storm, it seemed to either be before him or behind him.  His passengers were settling in--into their new life.  His mind control-lock on them seemed to be holding, but still--he wanted something more--something that would be absolute.
	Meantime--he began to prefer small towns rather than cities.  Less complicated.  He even liked towns that were ultra small, they had charm and character.  Cities in his opinion had lost all their luster; too many peoples, pollution, corruption, rampant crime, insane mannerisms just to eek out a minute semblance of civil life.
	It wasn’t worth it.
	Forrest wasn’t into a lot of in-house cooking, he didn’t have a problem with fast food or typical restaurants.  These he frequented to sustain the livelihood of his passengers and self.  He still mulled what he was to ultimately do.  Was there a future in all of his doings?
	A pair of black teenage girls he noted, he noted many teenage girls (as Possibles).  But these two girls seemed to be in a panic.  The restaurant for the evening meal was located by a highway.  The town was a scooch from being something of a city, minus the towering structures and multi layers of smog.  (excessive highways, freeways, population, and etc…)
	As he waited for his order  to-go he listened in to what the two girls’ dilemma seemed to be.
	“Vanessa, what are we going to do?”
	“Like I know.” bitched back the other, Vanessa.
	“We are in soooooooo much trouble!”
	“We have to call the police.” 
	The other girl went silent, she was horrorstricken.
	“Our parents, too.” suggested Vanessa.  The idea was not overwhelmingly acceptable.  The other girl, Sharlene, looked hopefully out the window.
	“Maybe--maybe it’ll show up.” she hoped.
	“Not likely.” surmised Vanessa.
	“We gotta think of something.”  something other than calling the police AND their parents.
	“If we can get back to the City, somehow,” deeply thought Vanessa,
	“Then we can say the car was stolen there!” shrieked Sharlene.
	Yeah, but--they were MILES from the City they had come from, many miles, like--100 of them.  Getting transportation BACK from whence they came was gonna be a neat trick.  
	“We are going to be sooooooooo grounded!” chirped Vanessa.
	“Our parents are going to be pissed off.”
	“They’ll never trust us again.”
	‘Go outside.’
	Vanessa looked around as if someone had whispered loudly to her.
	Sharlene leaned against the cigarette machine twiddling her fingers and developing early worry lines on her forehead.  For black girls, they were very pretty.  And by the cut of their dress they were “well off.”  well, their Parental Units were, they themselves had nothing!
	Just good clothes.  Good Judgment and Good Sense, no.
	‘Go outside.’
	Vanessa’s widened, she shook her head almost violently, held her stomach and looked as if though she were about to hurl.  Then she stepped out into the entry room and then outside.  Sharlene followed shortly behind.

	In the van, Vanessa stood peeling out of her clothes.  In the left bunk Blossom and Samaria lay in a clothed 69.  In the top bunk Katherine and Jaylene lay likewise.  Putting them at ease and in a mild sleep allowed Forrest to be able to free his Minding Abilities so as he could better deal with the newest members, Vanessa Huxtable and Sharlene Ditmore.
	Vanessa’s father was a doctor.  Sharlene’s mother was a lawyer.  Vanessa’s mother was an uptown office manager.  Sharlene’s mother sold big time real estate.  The girls had brothers AND sisters, older and younger.  Neither girl had had any sexual relations with their siblings.  Both girls were virgins.  Both were well aware of what a boy of nominal age looked like naked.  Both girls had been kissed and lightly felt up, but not out.
	Both girls had strong yearnings to have sex, but were afraid to.
	Both girls were avid masturbators but privately.
	For his pleasure, FF sat back in his favorite chair and watched the two newest arrivals undress.  Slowly.  One piece at a time.  Lovely girls.  Good clothes, good looking bodies, perfect.
	He was now up to 6 passengers!

	Vanessa’s cunny was indeed tight.  But her avid almost daily masturbation made it far easier to breech than a cunny that had not been so enthused by fingering.  Both Vanessa and Sharlene were into “vegetable” fucking, but only as far as the hymen.  Neither were into sodomizing themselves with said vegetables.  Both had heard the horror story of a poor girl who had been pleasing herself at a party with a soda bottle--and it got STUCK in her cunny--vapor locked!  There were too many rumors abounding to give absolute certainty of what actually happened; so Vanessa and Sharlene stuck to well fitting and semi pleasing vegetables.
	After the girls were fully unclothed, he directed them to lay out and lay still.  He dimmed the light(s) and then proceeded to munch the girls, tasting them and sending them on a highway of sexual bliss yet unknown to them.
	Vanessa squirmed and humped his face.
	Sharlene gyrated, wiggled, tightened up, and orgasmed on his face.  Her little black pussy was musty and quivered as his tongue dance about inside her.  He spread her legs wide and went deep, tantalizing her fevered “lips” until the critical moment had arisen within himself--there was no holding back.
	Sharlene’s dark eyes bulged as a something a little more stouter than a cucumber slid into her sex.  Her eyes fluttered, she tightened up, her young mounds jiggled with the nipples perking up straight.  
	There was barely the slightest notice of an intact hymen as his mammoth dong slid near effortlessly into her like an out of control bullet train.  The girl quivered, her lips undulated, she perspired and automatically began to buck into him.  Forrest smiled and began suckling on her supple chocolate brown mounds. 
	A thirty minute break was needed for Forrest’s schlong to sufficiently recover.  He had to smooth his hand over Jaylene’s ass, smack Samaria’s ass, and gauze at Blossom’s young cunny before his cock was satiated enough to plunge into Vanessa love tunnel.
	His cum coated Sharlene’s cunny, her own juices still flowed and still coated his own face, too!  His aching bone entered Vanessa’s entrance and met with stern resistance.  But dire determination took care of that!
	“Oh God!” she blurted out.  Forrest’s mind lock still held her mind firm, it was an automatic response she had no control over.  Gradually he plowed her pussy, pushing and locking her legs back and driving as deep as possible, stretching his organ to the max as he fucked her.
	Soon a torrent of love cream filled her.  She shuddered herself, trembled and clawed up handfuls of carpeting.
	“Ooooooh!” she sighed as the apex of their sexual union subsided.
	Forrest had a headache, a sexual power headache.  He emptied his tool of love into the girl, eased out and rested the smoldering schlong against her broken-in cunt.
	A shower was next.

	Blossom and Samaria.  Katherine and Jaylene.  Vanessa and Sharlene.
	Six.  Six girls, 14 to 16 years.  Semi willing to comply with his sexual demands and wishes and desires.  Nothing wrong with that!  There were the problems, though; the cramped living quarters, “that time of the month” issue, the care and feeding, and so on.
	A long enduring road trip was not on his itinerary.
	He felt that probably somewhere along the way he could unload them.  Have his thrills with them and them--dump them.  In the beginning there was an “attachment” issue, he felt something more strongly that simple sexual urges.  He enjoyed admiring their lovely young nude bodies--putting them thru their paces of eating each other out, spanking, peeing on one another and spreading the legs for him.
	But there was more to it than that.
	He hoped.
	He was still pestered by the Control Issue.  That was a biggie.  And it was important.  He knew that the Implant was not reliable.  It was to a point, but the side effects and other problems made it a concern.  
	He drove along a lone back highway; to either side there were wheat fields stretching as far as the eye could see.  Rolling hills in the distance, mountains even further.  A clear blue sky with the occasional red tail hawk soaring up high.  Lone windmills at cattle areas listlessly turned in the sullen still air.
	The scenery was slow to change.
	At a derelict farm house Forrest pulled over.  No one in sight, no cars, no animals.  The evening was setting and the need to stretch legs was just the thing.  In the twinkling light of the stars he brought his “passengers” out one by one, by one by one, by one and one.
	All nude.
	He loved on them one by one (by one by one…) hugging them non-sexually, kissing them and petting them (sexually).  Then a little walk around the semi-spooky home for a bit of exercise.  There was brackish water in the two troughs.  Water leaked from a wooden tower cistern and there was a faint unpleasant odor wafting listlessly in the air.
	There was no going into the dilapidated home, even more raucous odors came from within.  Forrest didn’t want to think of what he thought.  He moved the girls elsewhere away from the home of long-long ago.  
	By a dry creek he put Jaylene on all fours with Samaria underneath her, reaching up to suckle on Jaylene’s pussy and Forrest’s balls.  He himself penetrated Jaylene’s asshole, smacking her ass and driving his hard manhood to maximum fulfillment.
	Denise and Katherine were directed to the dry creek to lay out and perform a 69.  Coyotes howling, insects buzzing, an owl hooting accompanied the little impromtued sex fest.  Sharlene sat on a pile of debris with her legs open while Blossom tongue lashed her cunny.

And then…
	A town of moderate size there came to be.  A familiar he had not been to in a long-long while.  A distant cousin lived within.  A cousin who was not so unlike Forrest.  As children they had been quite a pair.  Quite a pair.
	It had been years, but Forrest figured his cousin was probably still the same.  He brought the van to slow stop at a four-way to mull it over.  He then pulled into a parking lot of a supermarket and mulled some more.  Minutes later and he was placing a phone call.
Seth Breene--Cousin Stuff
	Cousins-cousins-cousins.  More cousins than you can shake a dick at.  It was an introduction to sexual depravity--for both Seth and summer visiting cousin, Forrest.  They enjoyed many a naughty-narly summer day, traveling far and wide in their little area, getting into mischief of various sorts and kinds.
	The two distant cousins were into “spying” way back when.
	Getting INTO mischief as well as creating some.
	But it was not until their mutual OLDER cousins came along that did Seth and Forrest become involved the wild world of debauchery.  Their combined antics beforehand dimmed in comparison.
	The three cousins in question:  Mary, Kathy, Debbie.
	Yep, three girls.  Three TEEN girls.  Mary was the youngest at 14, Kathy came along in the middle at 16, and the oldest was Debbie, 18.  Evenly spaced.  No boys.
	Their parents moved--a lot.  Never staying in one place for more than a year or possibly two.  They had a converted 1960s road bus that suited them as a travel-all-over-the-damn-country RV.  The parents were gamblers, big time gamblers.  Well, it’s what they thought anyways.  Sometimes they did okay, sometimes they did well, sometimes they had enough gas money to get them home…
	At one of the family’s “moves” they moved to the township where Cousin Seth’s family was living--which was where they were currently, too.  Forrest liked the girls.  They were girls!  The family had an above ground pool and a few times the boys were invited over to swim.
	Now the girls Forrest liked were in bathing suits!
	When privately alone the boys shyly fondled one another.  Before, out in the wild, dry river beds, so-so caves; they went nude, they watched each other pee and poop.  They also watched each other masturbate.  After swimming with their cousins, they noted their erections were much more pronounced.  And consequently masturbating got them pleasures yet unknown.
	They fondled one another, measured their weenies against one another and butt humped (w/o penetration) one another.  Cocksucking was an adventure and done only on a dare (and five bucks!)
	Both preferred girls, though.
	They had done SOME things naughty; sneaking peeks and such at young girls--at teen girls swimming in the nude at some hidden ponds.  (there were teen boys present, too--but the Mischievous Duo was not interested in teenage boys.)
	Presently, at length, finally--an event occurred in their young lives that would ultimately change them--pave the way for their future.  Basically it was sex.
	It firstly came about with the three girl cousins definitely up to something.  One lazy summer Saturday while the parental units were all gathered elsewhere, Forrest and Seth came over on the ruse of going swimming.
	But swimming was not the play of the day.
	A neighbor friend of the family was at the house, a young girl.  The parents of Mary-Kathy-Debbie were very friendly with the girl’s parents--they were all big gamblers and RVers.  Tara was cute.  Very cute.  She was some years younger than Seth and Forrest--the boys were 10 while Tara merely seven.
	A light brown haired girl she was, damn cute face--incredibly charming beyond belief.  The boys had seen her in HER swimsuit, too, it gave them fits.
	Their “fits” were about to go into orbit.
	On their arrival the boys were awed to see no one in their swimsuits.  As the boys themselves had to walk some blocks to get to the house, they wore their swimsuits under their pants.  Tara usually strode about the summer in a swimsuit regardless.  Mary-Kathy-Debbie were all attired in regular clothes.
	There was general claptrap talking, listening to music, talking about their lame parents, school, and so on and on so.  Finally, the gang moved into the bedroom the three girl cousins shared.  It was here the narliness began.  Just how it actually got started Forrest didn’t overly remember--they were all “talked” into it.  Apparently, unbeknownst to Forrest (and Seth) cousins Mary-Kathy-Debbie were kinda on the naughty side.
	Tara laid out on a bed, the bottom bed of a bunk bed.  The room was laden in girlie stuff--stuffed animals and dollies, and all things girlie.  The boys cared not, solely interested in Tara, as she was “talked into” taking her pants down.
	With only a mild reluctance she did.
	Seth and Forrest were awed--beyond belief.
	Tara lay in her lavender panties with duckies all over them.  Seeing her in her swimsuit was one thing--but PANTIES!?  Their mouths hung open and methodically they began gouging their boners arising in their clothes.
	Forrest didn’t rightly remember too clearly, but he perceived the impression that he and cousin Seth were “talked into” getting naked.  Slowly the boys did so, their little dongs were the object of attention from the three teen cousins.  Tara lay still on the bed with her jeans pushed down to her knees, pursing her lips and laying in wonder.
	Forrest recalled that he was embarrassed--to be naked with someone other than Seth.  Despite the fact that he WANTED and desired to be naked with his cousins--the actuality of it was kinda of uncomfortable.  
	“Go on, get on top of her.” he remembered Cousin Kathy cooing.
	Seth licked his lips, he stared at the near naked Tara and crawled on top of her, Forrest sat on the edge of the bed unknowingly fondling himself--unknowingly giving a nice show for his giddy-oh-so-naughty cousins.
	Seth lay on Tara, humping her in a manner consistent with actual screwing--cept his dick merely grinded against the girl’s poon still concealed beneath her undies.  Forrest found himself with his eyes locked onto his cousin’s humping ass.  He could only assume that Cousins Mary-Kathy-Debbie did likewise--in between staring at his masturbation!
	Mary leaned in and whispered to little Tara.
	Tara gave a face that indicated that she wasn’t too thrilled with whatever was spoken to her in secret.  But regardless of how she felt, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down as far as she could.  Seth gulped and looked shyly (or slyly) back to Forrest.  Forrest couldn’t see the girl’s poon, in the swimming pool when she bounced up and down sometimes the panel concealing her “delight” he could catch a glimpse of, but nothing more.
	On his own, somewhat instinctively, Seth pushed the panties and jeans on down Tara’s legs.  Tara opened her legs and Seth continued with the humping.
	“It’s not going in!” declared Tara.
	At first Forrest, and Seth, thought it was a decree, a so-so command.
	But it was not, it was an observation.
	Seth did his best, angling and pooching his ass up; but he still didn’t make it “into” Tara.  He settled for humping and Tara blew her breath, ’boys’.  
	After a time it was Forrest’s turn.
	He got between the near-near naked girl’s legs and stared at her naked cunny.  At the time he didn’t know the diff between a broken-in cunny and a virgin one.  One of the cousins--Debbie-Kathy-Mary pulled Tara’s pants and undies on off of her thusly allowing her to open her legs wider.
	Upon reflection, Forrest noted to himself that he didn’t believe Tara was a virgin.  Like Seth had done, young Forrest humped on Tara’s cunny.  He was all into it, it was more than he had expected for sure.  It was better than hand humping, bed humping, or butt humping Seth!
	But at length, Tara complained that he was “hurting” her as he was not “in” her.  He TRIED to get his dick into her little hairless crevice, but it was a no go, it didn’t go in and Debbie thought she heard a car door slam.  It broke everyone up, scrambling for clothes and hiding.
	The car door was from neighbors.
	Little Tara was dressed and not going to go thru the trouble of getting “undressed”.  Seth and Forrest were still nude, slyly and shyly they, too, got dressed.
	But the day’s events were hardly over.
	For Forrest, he went outside with Cousin Mary.  The others went to polish off some chores that needed to be done before the parents returned.  The backyard was a mess of small inept gardens, the pool, and motor parts--Forrest’s uncle was a mechanic--diesel mechanic and had many-many parts strewn about the high fenced back yard.
	Taking up space, too, was the converted Greyhound bus.
	Mary went inside and Forrest had followed.  He had never been inside it before.  He marveled at it and Mary showed him where she and her sisters slept, then they moved to the very rear were there was another bed--it lay width wise and there was an emergency exist door to one side.
	Mary laid out on the bed--she had on a black knit top and semi-tight jeans.  She was pretty he guessed, at the time most girls he knew were pretty.  She beckoned him to lay on her--so he did.
	He recalled seeing her close her eyes and then her hands came to his ass.  She fondled him.  Squeezing each cheek before settling down some.  She parted her legs and put the boy on her into the motion of the ocean.
	Forrest was no dummy--he was naïve but not a dummy.
	Mary slowly pulled up her top and popped up her bra cups to reveal her bare titties.  Forrest’s eyes fluttered as he feasted on the fine delights.  She beckoned him to suck them and he complied.
	She soon was undoing her jeans and sliding them down as well as her panties.  Forrest was too far gone and unaware, sucking on his cousin’s titties was about his limit.  His next awareness came when he felt his cock sliding into her cunny.
	He had been UNaware of Mary undoing his jeans and pushing them down along with his underwear.  Her hands firstly rested on his bare ass as he continued to hump, then; she took one more daring venture and guided his young prong into her teenage crevice.
	Let the fucking commence!

	The sound of a car door slamming close by frightened them both, they bounded off the bunk and hurriedly scurried into assembling their clothes, then it was all about sneaking out as the parental units had returned with the car parked directly behind the RV.
	And Forrest recalled that emergency exit door was open, too--why he didn’t know--just that it was.
	All was well, though.  The boys scurried homeward bound, full of glee and pent up sexual urges.  Once home and a quick bite to eat they sneaked out to the detached garage and up to the loft where they had a semblance of a fort.  Here they got naked once more and masturbated themselves.  This segued to sucking one another and then Seth lay on Forrest humping him.
	At length they ventured into serious butt humping, butt fucking.
	And while Forrest had been humping on Mary--Seth had been doing stuff himself--with older cousin Debbie!  

	For Seth, he sort of kind of followed her about, they were cutting jokes and faking farting.  His cock was still mighty hard.  Kathy entertained Tara, they washed up the dishes and listened to some music.  Debbie scooted to clean up the den, which was a catch-all room sometimes used for sewing projects.
	Seth didn’t recall how it came about, but the statement was made:
	“Kiss my ass!” and it was made in jest from Cousin Debbie.
	Cousin Seth smiled and said, “Bare it!”
	…and she did.
	She firstly tugged her semi tight fitting jeans down to just passed her ass, bent over and gave a wiggle.  Poor young Seth nearly unloaded in his trunks!  He gawked at what he saw and then Debbie went the extra mile; she tugged her pinkish panties down.
	“Go on!” she urged.
	Seth almost stumbled over the piled piles of crap but bent over and pressed his lips to her ass cheeks.  Both cheeks.  Debbie pulled her cheeks open and beckoned young Seth to “kiss my hole.”
	Seth did so.  He had only the merest notion of what the asshole was about.  Regardless--he didn’t care.  He licked, not really a “kiss” per se, but Debbie didn’t seem to mind.  (and she didn’t fart, neither.)
	She turned about and listened to make sure they were still alone, then smiled down at her young studly cousin--sportin’ a woody.  And went to her knees.  She was in command, as was had been sister Mary with Forrest in the RV.  She noted the erection of Seth and tugged his jeans down--taking his swim trunks as well.  
	His clothes came down to his knees and Cousin Debbie feasted her eyes upon his nakedness.  She cupped his smooth hairless balls and then dragged her hand lovingly up (and down) his cock, squeezing the member just slightly before…
	…before going down on him.
	“SHE SUCKED YOU!?” almost screamed Forrest.
	Proudly and boastfully Seth smiled and nodded his head.
	“What was it like?” Forrest asked.  Naturally Seth gave him a “are you stupid” look.  They had sucked one another and so Forrest should know.
	“What else happened?”
	That was it.  Just a simple quick BJ, a ball washing, ass fondling.  Nothing more.
	“Damn.”
	‘Damn.’

	The adventures Forrest and Cousin Seth went on thereafter could fill another chapter--or two--or three.  At length, though, the boys DID manage to get between Mary-Kathy-and Debbie’s legs; they got more than simple blowjobs.  And Seth got to butt hump Kathy!  The boys were privy to watching the three cousins cunt munch one another--this after a narly night of killing off shooters--shots of whiskey and smoking some fine cannabis!
	They all finally shed their clothes and masturbated, the boys were suckled and the boys suckled the breasts of the girls, plus driving their tongues into the furry crevices.  It had been an awesome night!
	Forrest recalled it fondly, it had been awhile, though.  Was Seth still the same?  Seth told him to “come on by”.  His voice sounded cherry ; there was nothing that Forrest could glean from it.
	Seth had a home that was not too far from where he had grown up.  It had been a while since he had been in Town, but there had not been a lot of changes or development so he only got lost once.
	The front yard of Seth’s abode took Forrest.  It was open.  It was sloped and open flanked by shrubs on two sides.  It was open to the sidewalk and street.  A huge oak occupied space in the center.  A white house with light blue trim sat back forty feet with an attached garage.
	Also taking up space in the open front yard was a dog.
	A big dog.  A Dobbie.
	Forrest parked at the curb, his “passengers” were in “sleep mode.”
	He minded the doggie, the dog came loping and gnashing its teeth, growling and snapping.  Out of the door of the house of blue trim came a tall man with dark hair that hung mostly into his eyes.  It went well with the shoulder length hair that hung loose, too.
	“Just stay where you are!” almost shouted Seth over the din of the Doberman.  Forrest was ready to bolt, but trusted his friend, his cousin.
	Suddenly, right at the edge the great Doberman screeched to a halt, shrieked some and then backed up.
	Forrest wrinkled his nose.  ’What the hell?’
	Down the walk he went, the Doberman loping along, eyeing him and barking some.  At the driveway Forrest went up, anticipating the killer animal to merely leap over the bush barrier and to his throat.
	But it didn’t happen.
	The animal was scolded and it loped off to the oak tree to sulk.

	There was the wife, Dora May.  A nice looker, nice shapes, perfect curves, friendly, short reddish brown hair.  Forrest had an instant like of her, and she to him.  
	Then there were the kiddies:
	Gracie was the youngest at a mere five years young.  There were a set of twins, Polly and Molly who were merely seven.  Two boys Jason and Jonathan at ten and twelve respectively, and Angela at fourteen the oldest.
	Nice.  Very nice.  The quintessential American family.
	Almost.
	The two men hugged one another--the look into one another’s eyes told them they were still who they were.  Seth introde his loving family; the girls were adorable (Polly & Molly), Angela was quaint and pretty and all, but anxious (she had afternoon plans to be elsewhere.)  the youngest, Gracie, clung to her father’s leg and acted shy.
	The two boys, Jonathan and Jason made their introductions, then eagerly bounded off to play, followed quickly by the twins.  Angela finally got the go-ahead to scamper and in an exasperated manner struck off.
	“Kids!” scoffed Seth.

	Inside the house was--a kids house; clothes here and there, toys, food leftovers.  Wife Dora did her best but with the twins, the boys, and little Gracie, it was a never ending battle.  A beer (homemade) was offered and accepted.  Dora hung in close by but then went off to pick the house up a bit more.  Forrest stole some looks to the woman, ‘nice ass, great tits, good smile, nice crotch.’
	“How’d you manage to bag her?” Forrest asked offhandedly.
	“I got her drunk!” sported Seth not missing a beat.
	The two joshed one another and shared some of their stories, not all, just the highlights that were legit.  Seth was a systems analyst for a small corporation.  Forrest was--“in between jobs.”
	They talked, reminisced, bullshitted, drank home brew, and were interrupted by the little one running to her daddy’s lap.  “Never thought you to be a settled down kind of guy.” Forrest said to his cousin.
	Seth shrugged and patted his daughter’s butt.  Catching Forrest’s eyes he smiled and stood his child up on his lap, then hugged her some more.  She wore semi tight jeans that went just to the knees.  His hands traveled up and down her legs and thighs, patting her butt while she herself ran her fingers through his hair and giggled.
	At length on so noting Forrest shifting his position in the kitchen chair and being somewhat fidgety, licking his lips hungrily-like and feasting his eyes on Gracie’s delicious butt, Seth tugged the jeans down some.  Just enough to tease.
	Forrest was all attentive.  A broad smiled burst across his face, his eyes and yea his face showed lustful awe.  Gracie squirmed some, a stranger sat behind her she was aware of, but--
	The little girl’s jeans were tugged on down moreso, exposing the whole of her butt--the whole, not THE hole--just the whole--of her butt.  Terry cloth panties, light blue she wore.  But only for a moment; they, too, were eased down to expose the BARE butt, whole.
	Forrest let out a small moan of pleasure.
	Seth lowered his daughter’s jeans and panties to her ankles, smoothed his hand on her butt and caressed it--before parting the cheeks and giving his cousin a glimpse of her hole, yeah, the other one.
	Forrest leaned back and gouged his cock, biting his lip and in a dire need--despite his precious cargo still in the van unknown to Seth.  Seth smiled and kept Gracie’s ass cheeks peeled.
	“’member that girl we found in the woods, by Miller’s Pond?”
	Forrest had to think back, then he nodded.  It had been one occasion.  Just one of many whereas Seth and Forrest did their best to be as naughty and nasty as possible in their early years.
	As Forrest recalled, Seth had held a little girl on his lap, all we naked, all were basically lost.  Forrest nodded and recalled further what had happened.  In doing so it was received that he apparently had the “go-ahead”.	
	He stood and unfurled his mighty cock, stroked it and approached the other side of the round table.  He was acutely aware of the boys playing in the backyard, but did not know where the mommy was.
	But Seth didn’t seem to be too worried.
	Little Gracie turned to see the mighty schlong encroaching upon her space, she giggled--was in awe and some embarrassment.  Her daddy held her firmly against him and bent her over, parting her cheeks.
	Forrest examined the child’s hole, it was clean.  He fingered it and found that it was a “receiving” hole.  He could also note that the adjacent cunny was ALSO receivable.
	He shook his head, Seth hadn’t change.
	Nor had Forrest.

	The flesh of Gracie’s ass was soft to the touch--and he touched it!  It was cool, too--until he warmed it up with the flopping and grinding of his mammoth cock against said flesh.  Poking her asshole that had been poked before (many times) came nextly, but entering her young hole only as far as the head.
	Seth turned the giggly-giddy child about removing her clothes totally.  Her legs were spread and Forrest eyed her treasure--Gracie eyed his cock.  He flopped it, waggled it, and masturbated before her.  Gracie giggled and opened her mouth--on her own!  She leaned forward and gripped the mammoth dong and began suckling on the head!

	Moments passed and Forrest came to the pivotal point of the ordeal, when in raced Jonathan and Jason.  The boys came to an abrupt halt and eyed what was going on.  Gracie never missed a best-off.  Seth clicked his fingers in a warning--’No running in the house.’
	The boys came over and watched as Forrest finished off, shooting a juicy wad of jiz onto their sister’s face.
	“Clean it off.” their father said.
	The boys semi willingly complied, they really had no problem with the command, it was just that they did not know Cousin Forrest.  They lapped up the juices on their sister’s face, and then had the task of cleaning off the head of Forrest’s cock.  It got stiffer while they did so; their father fondled their asses and had them take their jeans down.
	Gracie sat on her father’s bulging lap fingering herself.
	Forrest worked his cock into Jonathan’s mouth, pushing his head down from the back and getting the boy to miraculously swallowing the entire member.  Jason stripped down completely and tickled his sister.  The surge of orgasmic pleasures filled Forrest, but he was in limited production of cum, his balls and cock could only do so much in one day!
	Seth eventually worked his cock out and proceeded to glide his daughter up and down, gliding effortlessly into her young poon while Jonathan and Jason climbed onto the kitchen table and proceeded to 69 one another.  Forrest rubbed their little asses, parting the cheeks and briefly doing an anal probe.
	It was Jason who was on top.  Forrest rubbed and rubbed the boy’s butt, inserted his finger into the hole, cupped the hairless balls and noted to Seth, “Remember that boy up on the Dome?”
	Seth smiled, yeah, he remembered (a little boy lost in the woods and up in some nearby mountains.  Luckily Forrest and Seth came along on a hiking trip.  The boy was found the following day, naked and covered in dried jiz with a twig embedded up his asshole he was told not to remove or a whole tree would be crammed up there nextly.  The little tyke was nigh but five years young.)
	Forrest went down and began a tedious task of licking out the boys crack while his brother beneath sucked his little bone dry.  And at length, Forrest had Jason pull his brother’s legs back--then he himself began poking the lad’s asshole--so noting that it had been “poked” before.
	Forrest, while probing Jonathan’s asshole, noted Seth doing some “poking” himself, he was IN daughter Gracie’s asshole, pumping steadily and determinately.

	Cum oozed out of the kids’ holes.  There was great relief from the pair of cocks that had done the dirty deed.  Forrest took a swig of the homemade brew and then shoved the bottle neck into Jason’s anus he had yet to fuck.
	The boy spread his cheeks and accepted the bottle fuck.  Jonathan on his knees sucked clean Forrest’s cock while Jason himself licked out his sister’s gooied hole.  Seth lay his cock against the child’s belly and humped there, cooling down some.
	A vacuum cleaner could be heard down the hall.
	Time was getting on.
	“You aint in no hurry, are ya, Cuzz?”
	“Hell no, I’m on my own time.”
	“Care to spend the night, or two?”
	Forrest guzzled another brew and sat in the chair, naked he was.  He pulled the naked Jason onto his lap and consoled him by playing with his young tool.  Jonathan swigged on his daddy’s brew while sister Gracie slurped on his cock.
	The boys were scurried off to bathe as Seth made mention of “going out” for dinner instead of the wife having to cook up something special.  Naked Gracie remained on her naked father’s lap.
	Forrest had a big secret he was holding, not that it was a secret-secret but that it was difficult to spill.  He swigged on another beer, missed the company of Jason, and then noted the need to make room for said beer.
	He was directed “down the hall, second door on the right.”
	In the bath were the boys happily splishing and splashing all about, getting more water ON the floor than what was in the bathtub.  Forrest whizzed into the toilet then came to give a little hand to the boys--he himself was still nude.
	Brother Jonathan had a stronger boner going, he hadn’t come off into his sister’s mouth earlier.  Forrest had Jason get on all fours and with a soaped up cock he directed Jonathan to “plug” the hole!
	So enthused was Forrest that he got into the tub with the boys and plugged Jonathan’s hole!  More water splashed out.  Forrest pumped furiously into Jonathan’s anus, making it the second he had done so in his first two hours of visiting!
	After the bath and sodomizing young Jason, the boys were dried off and treated to a delicious blowjob from their visiting uncle.  Then they scurried out to their bedroom to change into Outdoors clothes.  They invited their naked uncle to come see their room--they had gerbils and lizards, dioramas of the dinosaur and universe kind.  
	On his way he peeked into the bedroom that was the master bedroom.
	On the masterbed were the masters of the house, Seth on his wife pounding her steadily and suredly.  The woman flailed all about on the bed, gripping the sheets and pounding back into her husband.  Their bodies meshed, arms and legs went akimbo and there was seemingly strong passion in their unionship.
	Forrest stood at the partially opened door and whacked himself, his cock was already mightily sore, but what the hell!  Seth finally entered into Orgasm Mode and pounded the bejesus out of his mate.  Forrest pounded the bejesus out of his prick.
	Seth did his deed and sat up when done.  He looked upon his cum stained life mate then crawled up his sweaty body, nestling his cock between her very ample breasts--leaving her lovely cunny for Forrest’s viewing pleasure.
	Seth did look over his shoulder noting his cousin standing at the door.
	He leaned back and patted the sopping wet cum laden cunny, fingering it and seemingly beckoning his cousin to come hither.  Forrest entered into the room, his cock going first.
	He didn’t mind sloppy seconds, or even thirds.  His cock was girthy enough to fill the most cavernous cunny.  Seth humped his wife’s tits then stuffed her mouth while Forrest sized the woman’s cunny up.  Seth slid off of the love of his life but stayed on the bed.  There was little reaction from Dora May as Forrest was suddenly “there.”  He slid into place and entered her, gradually gliding his massive fuck stick into her canyon of love.
	He stared down to the woman as he slowly pumped her, she wasn’t a bad dish, not bad at all.  Despite dropping a few kids and getting hammered on a regular basis (he guessed) her cunt was still pleasing to the cock.  His mind shifted to those in his van, unattended in “sleep mode” two hours plus.
	Little Gracie filled his mind, Polly & Molly, Jonathan and Jason, and the absent Angela.  He sighed.  A flood of past Subjects began to flood into his mind, some were more familiar than others--all stirring emotions deep within him--some good, some real good, some he could do without.
	At a pivotal point the slowing down process  began without the customary cum-off.  He didn’t pull out, but came close.  He was lathered in sweat.  Dora May languished in a sea of sexual bliss.  He rolled his side, taking/keeping Dora May with him.  Seth ran his hands up and down his wife’s body, then settled into position he and Forrest had done once before; he entered the woman from behind, filling her tight asshole and deftly entered into an enduring sex fest.
	“Remember when we did this?” chided Seth.
	Forrest remembered; “That was a time!” he chided back.
	And it had been, and a long while ago--one of the last times they had been together before going their separate ways.  
	Dora May continued to languish, she seemed “out of it.”  She wallowed in the lust that surrounded her, pounded her.  She humped back, gulped, closed her eyes and undulated her entire body.
	It was while she was being double-teamed that Forrest noted a curiosity:  tucked just at her temples concealed by her luscious hair was--was--was a small round object the size of a quarter, but with centurial bulbous risings being three tiered, becoming smaller at each tier.  A small green diode light was there to indicate?
	Forrest kept it in mind, then let it go to ask about it later.  He pumped his fill into Dora May and unleashed a mighty torrent of love cream.  Seth did likewise in her ass and the two men pulled out and lay on their backs methodically massaging their gooey schlongs.

	Angela returned, and the family geared to go out to dinner.
	Forrest, though, had something to show his dear cousin.  He eyed Angela firstly, Seth hugged her and tweaked her breasts and patted/squeezed her ass.  Angela shot back a look to the visiting/lingering Forrest.  She wasn’t approving of such a thing occurring in the presence of an outsider.
	Her daddy smacked her ass in both a friendly loving manner as well as not so.  The teen scampered off to her room to change clothes.  Seth looked after her with a note to self to deal with her later.
	To say the least Seth was in a little awe at the six “passengers”.
	Forrest proclaimed them as his, his children--daughters.
	Seth smiled and licked his lips.  Forrest shut the van door, and settled into a chair.  His “children” all stood shoulder to shoulder in a line.  They were clothed--but not for long.  Seth had settled into a chair before the girls, he was all attentive in eager anticipation.  He flared his nose and drank in each girl.
	Each girl in turn undressed herself, slowly; one piece of clothing at a time.  Until down to her panties.  She then backed up to sit in the loveseat, open her legs, then bring her legs up.  All for the angle view for viewing pleasure.
	After the girl had done her thing she slipped the undies off stood up and came forward to Seth the admirer.  She turned about, bent over and splayed her cheeks.  Seth licked her crack and tongued her hole, finger fucked it and by the time Jaylene was stripping down (after Blossom and
Katherine) Seth was naked (again.)
	With Vanessa, Seth pulled the girl onto him, guiding his rod into pussy as he pulled her onto his lap.  She nestled against him, his hands clamped to her ass.  A fucking there was in progress.
	Blossom serviced her “father’s” prick, sucking him while Jaylene and Katherine 69ed on the floor.  Sharlene licked out Samaria’s cunny as Sam sat back on the loveseat.
			
	There was a slight problem with Angela, Seth made mention; this after much ado of screw(ing) in the van.  They then returned to the house to “re-exam” the kiddies.  Wife Dora May was also a little problematic, but returned to settling down once the diode attached to her temple was activated.
	It acted much like the security issue for the dog, the no-fence needed security.  Imbedded along the edge of the fence were transmitters that were “clued” in on the dog’s collar.  When the doggie approached the collar was “activated” and the dog received a mild shock warning that he was getting too close to the boundary.  If the dog persisted--like say to chase the mailman, neighbors, cars, or even the cat--the dog soon found himself wallowing on the ground whimpering hysterically.
	It worked time after time.
	There was no need to “get used to it”, either, the dog merely needed to hear the sound of the electrical current in the collar and he usually settled his furry butt right out.  Occasionally he tempted fate and generally wallowed on the ground much to the chagrin of the neighboring cats.
	The same principal applied to the Breene family.
	Months and months of tedious workings to create the diodes.  They transmitted a different setting of electricity, instituting a different parameter of codes to follow and obey.  A sort of “conditioning” soon ensued.  Much like Forrest’s Minding Abilities, a programming came to be and the end result was--a blissful sexually active family!
	The only hangup was the wife and Angela.
	Not that the diodes didn’t work on them, they did, but there was a lapse in the programming and at times they reverted BACK to themselves.
	Seth was currently working on a more stringent diode, the only drawback was there were possible side effects.
	“Like?” Forrest asked.
	“Blindness, hearing loss, possible brain damage, loss of speech.”
	“Some side effects!”
	“Not like I have a choice,” letting them out of the house to commune and be normal was a necessary evil; he knew that he could probably keep them locked up in the house--hidden away from public eye, but he didn’t want that.  Not unless it was absolutely necessary for the preservation of his livelihood!	
	Forrest understood that.
	The family Breene had been well trained and disciplined and were for the most part not a security risk.  They had been “conditioned”, since birth--well, the birth of the twins.  The others had to be assimilated into the new family way of life.
	Forrest mulled.  He had an “option” for his cousin.
	Presently, Angela returned home.  Forrest quickly made a Mental Contact with her, WAS she a security risk?  
	No.  she hadn’t told anyone what was happening in the home.  BUT she wanted to.  She just couldn’t--although she thought of it and tried, she could say it verbally or write it down.  And it was a fleeting thought, luckily--an escaped moral fiber that alerted her that waltzing about naked in the house with her brothers and father was wrong, having blatant open sex with her brothers was wrong--she couldn’t recall if she was being raped by her father or not.
	To say the least Seth was a little shocked when Angela suddenly started to undress.  Looking to Forrest’s eyes, he knew something was up.  He didn’t interfere.  Angela peeled out of her clothes, stood in her striped pink and white bikini style panties for a moment, then sucked them, too.
	Seth slid his pants and underwear down, opened his legs and masturbated.  Forrest eased his clothes down and guided (mentally speaking) Angela to her father whereas she went down on him.  Her actions (of the sucking kind) were more genuine than with the programmable diode attachment.  She sucked and sucked well, like a pro.  Forrest examined closely her asshole, pussy, and ass.
	He then applied his tongue to those places before applying his cock.
                        ****
“There was an old farmer who lived by a rock
He sat in the meadow and shaking his --fist
At some boys who were down by the crick
Their feet in the water their hands on their --marbles
And playthings and in days of Yore,
There came a young lady who looked like a --
Pretty young creature who sat on the grass
She pulled up her dresses and showed off her--
Ruffles and laces and white fluffy duck
She told how she wanted to learn how to --
Bring up her children and learn them to skip
While the boys in the barnyard were shoveling--
Refuse and liter from yesterdays hunt
While the girl in the meadow was rubbing her--
Eyes at the cowboys as girls sometimes do
She made it quite clear that she wanted to--
Go for a nice pleasant stroll on the grass
Then hurry back home for a nice piece of --
Ice cream and cake that was three layers tall
And after dessert she was ready to--
Go for another walk down by the dock
With any young man with a sizable--
Roll of one hundreds and a big bulge up front
And if he asked her nicely she’d show him her--
Little thin daughter who was subject to fits
And maybe she’d let him grab hold of her--
Small little tender hands with movements so quick
That she bent on over to suck on his--
Soda so sweetly till she finished it
Then pulled down her panties to rub on her--
Hips but that was ruse cause she ran down the hall
Cause tried to force her to lick on his--
Candy so tasty made of butterscotch
And then he spread whipped cream all over her--
Cookies that she had been baking all night
And if you think this is dirty then you’re fucking well right!”

	Explaining the Implant was a neat trick.  But the scars from the “surgery” were proof enough.  The ability to get Angela to very-very willingly suck his schlong, her brothers, lick out her sisters, and suck a stranger (Cousin Forrest) was more proof.
	The waitress pulling up her already short skirt, sliding down her panties at the restaurant was yet more proof.  The young lady in the parking lot--brought over and laid out in backseat of the family Breene car, “willingly” easing her pants and undies off and Seth mounting her and fucking her righteously! Was yet more proof.

Spy Games (revisited)
	And there was MORE proof; a running theme--spying on the neighbors of the various neighboring neighborhoods to see who WAS righteous and moralistically sound and who was not.  The pickings were mighty thin indeed.  What goes on behind closed doors is indeed quite different than the persona presented to all others.
	Seth, to still say the least, was blown away and taken by the deeds favorite cousin Forrest could get away with.  But it wasn’t all Forrest, Forrest was interested highly in the manner of which cousin Seth had subdued his family.  
	Seth would help his cousin out--later, but first--SPYING!

                                              *****

Lending a Spying Hand
	He worked hard, but not physically speaking; his work was inside an office building setting in the line of customer service.  More concisely; electronic gizmos, mostly computers.  He was in sales & service/repair.  He was almost out of high school.
	He still lived at home and probably would; his plans were to attend the junior college locally and then a couple of years at the local state collage and “go from there.”
	He had a small restored MG.
	He had a so-so girlfriend.
	He had a sister who was many years younger than he; but she was okay just the same.  They had very little in common but got along anyways.
	There was only the mother for the two, the father having passed on when the sister was merely three.
	The mother worked two jobs, but was home most nights.  Occasionally the young sibling needed a ‘sitter, and sometimes the older had to do the deed.  Sometimes he didn’t mind, sometimes the young sib had a friend to stay over--the older sib didn’t mind that, either.
	The older sib was “Adam.”
	The younger sib was Mallory.
	Adam was tall, not too lanky, not too dorky or geeky and just a scooch from being a nerd.  He was likeable and computer literate.  He was friendly helpful, an introvert, polite, and just as curious about sex as the next guy.  He was an avid masturbator.  He was a virgin, too.  He had a special pair of his sister’s panties.  He also had a pair of his MOTHER’s panties.  Sexual notions about his mother were buried very deep.  Sexual notions about his sister were more readily accessible and often resting right on his mind.
	He had never molested her, though.  But the thought was there just the same.  He hoped that at length before he graduated high school he would “score” with his girlfriend he had known since 6th grade.  He had seen her in her swimsuit and short jean shorts, a light and airy summer dress and a cheerleader outfit in her 8th grade year.
	He came home early & unexpected, but he was taking another shift at work, covering for a friend/co-worker.  His mother would be at her real estate work place and wouldn’t be home for a few more hours but he parked at the curb to their house anyways.
	Their house was a nice two-story home, open front yard, two great elms towering and filling and providing excellent shade.  It was a white colonial abode with green trim.  There was no pool in the backyard but it was “on the list.”  Adam scooted into the garage firstly to seek out clothes in the dryer still and a quart of oil.
	It was then into the house via the garage-connecting door to quick check the refrigerator for anything “quick & ready to eat.”  he slammed a soda and then gnawed on some roast beef before proceeding upstairs to his room.  He thought of stripping naked, jerking off and catching a few winks before pulling a six hour shift at work.
	At his door he heard noises.
	Strange noises.
	Unknown noises.
	Not from his room, but from his sister’s room next door.
	He paused a moment and then made his way to pause at her door.
	The noises did not sound like distress.  She was supposed to be spending the day at her friend’s anyways.  Adam paused at the door but his curiosity was too much and he opened the door.
	On her bed was Mallory.
	But she wasn’t alone.
	On the bed WITH Mallory was her best friend, Allison.
	Both girls were stark raving nude!
	Adam’s jaw dropped.
	Mallory and Allison sprang up from their narly doings and dove over the side of the bed freaking out:  “What are you doing here!?”
	Adam couldn’t speak.  He was speechless.  He was also “aroused.”
	His sister was nearly nine.  Nearly.  Long curly brown hair, dazzling blue eyes, a slender trim perfect body (for a nearly nine year old.)  She was cute and smart--smart enough to qualify for 3 grade lessons, but opted to remain in the 2nd grade.  
	Allison was a dark blond hair girl, long hair to the middle of her back, a sweet sunshiny face; an innocent “I’m an angel” face.  Like Mallory, she was small framed but about average to other girls her/their age.
	Both girls were terribly frightened.  Busted big time.
	“What the hell are you doing!?” finally blurted a stunned (very) Adam.  The girls were too frightened to speak, they huddled shoulder to shoulder to their side of the bed.
	“We-we were just playing!” stammered Mallory.
	Adam suddenly realized the fact that he was “aroused.”
	Could the girls see it?  His bulge?  He wore almost beige slacks, they were thin for summer wear and when he was with boner it could be well enough seen--he got “boners” now and then due to the lovely bitches at his work place.
	“You guys are in SOOOOOOOO much trouble!”
	Mallory and Allison looked to one another, they were close to tears.
	Mallory pursed her lips, Allison shuddered and trembled, clutching the bed she hid behind.
	“Please, Adam, don’t tell on us.”
	Adam was still in a funk about what he had saw:  Mallory and Allison naked on Mallory’s bed, sixty-nining!  Allison had been on top, Mallory clutching Allison’s bare ass, pulling the cheeks open and applying tongue!
	“If I tell, you two are going to be in BIG trouble.”
	The girls were silent.
	Then, “A-are you going to tell?” asked Mallory at length.
	“I might not.” Adam replied.
	The girls waited.
	“I might not if you do something--for me.”
	The girls looked to one another, neither had a clue.  They looked back to Adam, who was no longer concealing the fact that he was engorged.
	It took a moment for the girls to notice it.  (they were ‘guided’ to look for it, though by unseen “help”)	
	“Stand up.” said Adam.
	Timidly, very timidly, Mallory and Allison stood up.
	Allison chewed on a lip and covered her nakedness with her hands.
	Mallory drew her lips in and shifted her eyes and weight, concealing her naked cunny, too.
	“Come here.” Adam further commanded.
	The girls gulped, Mallory shrugged, Allison sidestepped around the end of the bed and to the open side.  She and Mallory stood leaning against the bed they had been “making out” with just a few paces between them and 18 year old Adam.
	“Do you want Mom to spank you, or would you rather it be ME?”
	The girls looked to one another in some mild astonishment.  Their young eyes wandered about trying to grasp the question.
	“If MOM spanks you, you’re grounded--big time.  And YOUR mom will spank you, too--plus your dad!” he said indicatingly to Allison.  Allison shuddered; she did not want a spanking from her mom and/or dad, especially her dad.
	“Wh-what KIND of spanking?” timidly asked Allison.
	Adam shrugged and rubbed his hands together.
	“My hands, I guess, for starters.”
	The girls looked to one another.  They had been busted, big time, and now was another busting to come.  They thought about it, fidgeted, chewed lips and shifted listlessly on their feet.  Finally, Allison turned about and laid out on the bed.
	She rubbed her butt in some sort of preparation for what was to come.  She then tucked her hands under her chest and waited.
	Adam feasted his eyes on the dainty white ass.  His boner was becoming more and more pronounced.  This was like a dream.  He had longed very much so to have a situation like this occur, but never really dreamed that it would!
	Mallory half sat on the side of the bed, watching as her brother came to the bed, sizing up Allison’s ass.  Methodically he gouged the heel of his hand into his growing ever-so-growing boner and then laid a bare hand to Allison’s tender butt.
	It wasn’t a spank, just a touch to see if it was real.
	Her skin was smooth, soft.  Supple.  He closed his eyes and felt orgasm juice trickling in inside his shorts.  ‘Damn.’  his asshole clenched and he brought his hand up and “SMACK” brought it down onto Allison’s little butt.
	She and Mallory jolted with Allison losing some breath.
	Another smack came to fall and then another.  Allison kept her hands to herself but she longed to caress her burning ass.  Adam did that for her, though, smoothing his hand all over her ass, leaning his head down to sneak a gander look at her cunny.
	“ADAM!” the voice sprang sharply into his mind, he whirled about and there stood his mom!
	“Holy shit!” he shouted.
	“You sorry son-of-a-bitch!” she shouted back.  And brought up a K-890 Sub-atomic atom disintegrator!

	He blinked his eyes, cum juice was matting inside his briefs, his cock was hard as a rock.  The image he had just had was a nightmare and it laid heavily on his mind.  His mom was at work, she would be so for hours yet to come.  The door, the front door, it was locked.  Wasn’t it?  Did he pull the garage door back down after he had come in?  the kitchen entry door, did he lock it?
	His eyes fell back to Mallory and Allison, clinging to their side of the bed trying to hide their young naked bodies that he had already seen.  It was but a mere glimpse but enough to last him.
	“Are you gonna spank us?” piqued Allison.
	Adam gulped.  He wanted to whip his dick out and jerk off, onto their faces--into their mouths; but spank?  He gulped and shook his head to clear it; the girls were still on their side of the bed.  It had been a fantasy, a brief one, but a fantasy just the same.
	The girls he noted were calming down from being so frightened about being so busted.  They were still frightened, but not as bad as earlier.  
	“I don’t want a spanking!” decreed the naked Allison.
	“Me neither,” stated Mallory, “spankings hurt!”
	Adam was speechless, his cock was hard, he was confused.  
	“If you let ME spank you, I-I wont tell.”
	The statement was out of his mouth before he could really give it much thought.  The girls giggled and looked to one another, blushed and stood up!  Their little hands (once more) conceal their naked cunnies.  Adam gulped and shook his head.  
	The girls (again) came around to the open side of the bed and leaned their naked little asses against it, still concealing their naked little cunnies.
	The girls fastened their little eyes onto his bulge.
	Adam took a turn at fidgeting.  
	“I-I can spank you with my hands--or-or my--”
	The girls erupted into a furor of giggles and wiggles.  They blushed and grinned and carried on as young giddy girls sometimes do.  Adam blushed and gouged the heel of his hand into his growing aching bone. (again)
	The girls stared--and stared--and stared.
	Their incredible inquisitiveness prompted Adam to tease the girls.
	He was still apprehensive, putting it lightly.  He knew his mom wouldn’t come in on them.  The girls were buck naked, a few times he had seen his sister nude, mostly in her underwear.  He was some years older so the thought of getting nasty with her was out.  Not too mention the fact that she was his sister!
	Then there was the lovely Allison.
	She was cute and he had narly thoughts of nastiness for her, too.
	But he couldn’t.
	Could he?
	Should he?
	He rubbed the heel of his hand into his cock some more.  Desperately he wanted to be naked with the girls.  Desperately.
	Suddenly, Mallory was coming to him.  His eyes went right to her pussy.  It was naked, bald, and perfectly shaped--for a nearly nine year old.  He gulped and became glued to the floor.  Mallory was so pretty, she was okay for a girl--not too mention his sister.
	She eyed his bulge, timidly and somewhat shyly he held his hands over it.  Mallory tried to peek.  She smiled and Adam felt more precious cock juice ooze out of his aching pecker.  Mallory placed her hand onto her brother’s, moving it to one side.
	‘Take it out, Mallory.’
	Mallory paused.  She mulled and stared.  She had seen her brother in his underwear, but never nude.  She had a mild idea of what boys like her brother possibly looked like--nude; but it wasn’t a clear idea.
	Mallory heard the “voice” in her young puddin head, but complying was a difficult thing to follow thru on.  It was that Morality Wall in the way.  She paused, pursed her lips, licked her lips, then pulled her hand away.

	There was a long pause as Mallory lay nakedly across her brother’s lap.  The girl’s mind was virtually blank.  The boy was nearly so, but not all.  His hand rested on his sister’s bare ass.  A fantasy come true.  He felt as if though he was not totally in charge of himself, he realized it and it bothered him--not that he believed that someone ELSE was controlling him (hehe) but that his entrenched moral fibers were dissolving.
	Was that a bad thing?
	He had always somewhat believed himself to be a good boy, he was not a pervert.  But he was bothered by the thoughts (and actions) he had towards his sister and her friend, and every girl of every age he knew!  But was that a bad thing?  Or was it normal?  
	Slowly his eyes fell onto Mallory’s delicate bare ass; his hands were moving in small circles.  His cock, still in his pants, pressing hard against her stomach.  Allison sat on the edge with one leg folded under her, watching in awe.  She was not distressed--nor was Mallory.
	He had to admit, the softness of Mallory’s ass was--delicious!
	It was a fantasy untold cum true.
	He closed his eyes and smoothed his hand all over the young girl’s ass.  Several times he had wanted to do so, even jerking off into her panties he had stashed away--he often thought of rubbing his dick against her ass and cumming on her.
	She was a good girl and he had never heard her cuss.
	He had heard her fart and burp, usually by accident.
	She was sweet, kind, smart, and an all around good kid.  
	Their parents, now mother, was of good quality, they were good members all of a mostly righteous neighborhood.  They went to church regularly and were involved in church socials and events.  They ate dinner together, they were a solid family with good friends and on and on.
	His fingers fell into the girl’s crack and down to her button hole.
	His mind went into overload.
	Deftly he pressed his finger to her hole.
	Mallory wiggled on his lap and Adam found himself in a near panic.
	He left her asshole and delved into fingering her cunny.
	“I thought you were gonna spank?” piped Allison.
	Adam grinned and smoothed his hand over his sister’s ass again, then smacked her.  Mallory tensed up and tightened her little ass.  Adam smacked her again and felt more goo issuing from his prick, matting and pooling in his pubes.
	“OW!” blurted Mallory, “That hurts!”
	“Hand spankings usually do!” chided Adam.
	“Use something else!” said Mallory rubbing her near searing ass.
	Adam smiled, “Like what?”
	Mallory didn’t know.
	Adam did, though.
	‘Would you let Adam spank you with his cock?’
	Mallory tensed up again, this time inside her young nearly nine year old body.  The very thought was beyond conception.  Her mouth hung open and she had mull it for a moment or two--or three…
	She didn’t really no.  She was mildly curious about sex--but not with her brother!  She and Allison was one thing, they were curious, kinda horny, and thought virtually nothing of hanky-panky with themselves.  They were giddy about what it would be like to be with BOYS--all naked and such.  They discussed several boys and sometimes tried to spy on some boys who boldly peed at their school in the bushes at the backfield.  
	But to be actually naked with other boys was a far fetched notion.
	Actually stripping down and being naked with other boys (their age) was just a fantasy.  Mallory had only a few minor fantasies in regards to nastiness towards her brother.  Allison, though--had strong desires she kept to herself.

	Mallory stood up, rubbing/consoling her near searing ass, not bothering to conceal her young nearly nine year old cunny.  She tugged on her lips and was somewhat bashful.  Allison sat cross legged, watching as she watched Adam stand up and begin undoing his clothes.
	Adam had a complex, about himself--he wasn’t really “well built”, not athletic in the least--so he kept his tee-shirt on.  His collarless shirt and blazer he ditched to the floor, kicked off his brown dress shoes and then shucked/lowered his dress slacks.
	His white briefs showed the telltale signs of a raging boner within, and a “wet” spot, too.  The girls eyed the hidden treasure, giggling and giddy over the “wet” spot they assumed was a “pee” stain instead.
	There was slight hesitation on Adam’s part and down came the undies.  The girls feasted their eyes on the mammoth pecker finally freed.  Their first full viewing of such a thing.  Adam stood in full of his sister and Allison, proudly exposing his mighty dong.
	‘Kiss it, Mallory.’
	But Mallory refused.  No way, that was disgusting!
	‘But you lick out Allison’s cunny!?’
	Good point.
	‘Allison--dare Mallory to KISS her brother’s dick.’
	Allison gulped, shook her pretty blond head, sat still a moment, closed her eyes, received the “message” again and then leaned forward to whisper aloud to Mallory, “I DARE you to kiss it!”
	“NO WAY!” blurted Mallory rearing back.
	“I DOUBLE DARE you!”
	Mallory was still a no-go.
	Adam waggled his schlong, wiggling it and flopping it, then stroking it to pull the skin back taut making it more pronounced than it was.
	“I DOUBLE DOG DARE you!”
	Oooooooooh, a DOUBLE DOG DARE!  In the kid social world, a double dog dare was a dare you couldn’t turn down, no matter what.
	Mallory sighed, Adam stood his ground, angling his cock and in some kind of tense anticipation.  He had heard about girls kissing/sucking cock, but never had had it happened.  Mallory eyed the one-eyed beast, Adam had to “clean off” the pre-cum/cum matter coating the head before she would press her lips to it.
	Once done, it was a done deal.	
	It was a quick deal, but she closed her eyes and pressed her lovely young nearly nine year old lips to his dick head.
	Despite the deed being all but brief, it was sensational just the same.
	‘Do it again.’
	Mallory gulped, gripped herself internally and then leaned in to “do it again.”  then again, the third time she wrapped her lips about the slick bulbous head and ran her tongue about the super sensitive crown.  Adam was beside him, the sensation was beyond comprehension.
	Allison was dared, double dared, and then double-dogged dared into doing the same thing.  Allison was more timid, she wanted to--but privately.  Privately she would suck him whole, privately she would want him to lick her like Mallory did.  Privately she would want him to “stick” her!
	The Morality Wall was quite a barrier for Allison, though--fantasying about naughty business with Adam was one thing--actually following thru was quite another.
	Adam	 pulled on his cock slowly in a masturbatory manner, he wanted Allison to suck him, too.  He wanted to hump her face and shoot loads of pent up cum on her.
	At length Mallory turned about and leaned onto her bed.  She rubbed her ass, parted the cheeks, then placed her hands under her chest.  Adam stepped up and examined her ass, visually and then with his hand.  Then, with his cock--he spanked.  He twisted his hips quickly in a manner so as his cock smacked against her dainty tush.
	Allison giggled and wanted a “spanking”, too!

	Both girls received their spanking.
	Followed up by a severe sincere tongue lashing; with the girls still laying against the bed Adam ran his tongue up and down their cracks and tongue lashed their a-holes, too!  His finger got a work out as well as his ass spanking rock hard cock.
	He was ready to shoot.
	There was no holding back.
	
	A long groan there was, a long strand of gooey near man juice coated Mallory’s near tan near nine year old ass.  One gob after another.  It was the most he had ever cum.  The sensation of doing so was more incredible than he had ever imagined--and it was all without actual penetration!
	Neither girl new exactly what the gooey stuff was--they just knew that it was gross.  Adam fingered the goo, greasing up his sister’s asshole.  Lightly with a fleeting thought he fantasized strongly of poking her (asshole.)  another thought also fleeting came--how would it be to poke her pussy?
	Could he?  (not SHOULD he, but COULD he?)
	He figured that his huge cock wouldn’t exactly “FIT” in her young snatch, but the trying could be fun!  And there was her asshole, could he “fit” in there?  Her mouth??
	His cock had died down some, he stroked it and stared at his sister’s cum laden ass.  Mallory ran her fingers in the mess, fingering her asshole.  She at length turned off, now that the spanking was concluded.  She parted her legs and Adam stared at her cunny.  His cock almost instantly surged to life.
	‘Lick out her pussy.’
	Adam held back.  The desire was there, a strong desire.  But again, could he?  Should he?  Would Mallory be okay with it?  Would she rat him out to their mother, anyone else?  His cock ached and the desire swelled within him.
	Allison sat on the bed close, lightly fingering her own pussy, legs open with one tucked under her.  Adam was again beside himself, a new desire came over him--to fuck the girls silly regardless of consequences.