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 The Easy Way
   Well, that's the plan anyway.  This one's about Mind Control.  Sexual
conditioning through Gaslighting, incestuous programming from infancy, and
forcing people into impossibly inescapable situations, so they have no
choice.  And rape, by coercion, but no less so for lack of physical Force.
Because I'm into it, but it's subtle.  I'm not going to point it out in
character, because the characters aren't aware of it themselves.  Perhaps
about eachother, but that's how this works, by Denial.  The victims don't
want to feel victimized, they want to feel in Control.  And that's
ultimately how they are controlled.  All of them, though mostly controlling
eachother.  There's no clear-cut Alpha, because all are trying to be the
Alpha, or at least top from the bottom with varying degrees of success. 
It's abusive, but at least it's mutually abusive, if not exclusive.
   ;
   Eric (MG Oral Sedu)
   Cilia came to show the house, while I was still working on the upstairs
kitchen.  Tying it into the wet-wall from the bathroom, it was a large
house, perfect for partitioning into Apartments for Rentals.  The
downstairs was finished, and I was just working on Plumbing, so I didn't
make too much noise over the presentation.  The first I even knew they were
there was when the boys ran out to the spacious back yard, and started
playfighting with sticks.  I only went down to get some more Teflon tape
when the roll ran out.
   The foyer was open, to the door I hung next to the stairs with the
keybox hanging from the handle.  2 Apartments, 2 renters to double the
investment.  Fairly simple math, but I let her handle that, just fix up the
place, and order the materials if it's all the same to you.  What does she
have to point at, at the end of the day.  A spread-sheet?  "There, that's
what I did." Laugh a little to myself, pulling the tape from the toolbox
built into the side of my truck.
   "What's so funny?"
   A girl, looking down.  A very young girl, or at least skinny and petite.
Dressed to show what little she had, she smiles, and I look up from the
small bumps under her tight peach top.
   "Nothing," shaking my head, "Just business." Not that I wouldn't mind
something more with that Cilia, but she's one of those Professional ladies.
Unmarried, no kids, I never even seen, or heard of her going on a date.
   "Whatcha doing?" She followed me up.  I pulled my head out of the
cabinet, to see her bent over, and the top wasn't too tight to hang down,
under her braless chest.
   "Well, if you must know, I'm installing a Sink Trap to finish out this
kitchen.  Your family looking at the apartment downstairs?" Where you
should be, not bothering me at work.  Standing up, at least her top hung
over the tiny swells of young breast tissue from the spaghetti straps over
her skinny pale tanned shoulders.
   "Pb!" She let her lip slip out from between her teeth.  "Yeah," looked
around, "But I got bored, you don't." She backed up against the door, until
it closed.  "Wanna take a break?" She raised her eyebrows.
   "How old are you?" I shook my head.  Yeah, I looked, but she showed it
to me.
   "Twelve," she shrugged, "Why, that too young for a blowjob?"
   "What?" Yeah, I know.  She came onto me, she wanted it, look what she
was wearing!  What am I supposed to say?  She did it, all of that, and I
came to find she was well aware of how it all sounds.
   "You know," straight for my pants, "I want to suck your dick."
   "Why?" I just couldn't believe it, so I just set the roll of tape down
on the cabinet.
   "I don't know." She thought to herself, shrugged getting it out.  "I
like to, always did." Then got on her knees, and started sucking.  "Mmmmh!"
   It didn't take long.  All I could think about was how rediculous this
all was.  This doesn't happen, for real right?  Sure, guys talk about it,
but guys say all kinds of stuff.  Hell I'd lied about my sexploits as much
as the next guy, just to keep up, but you don't believe them.  Girls, just
don't do shit like that.  Especially 12 year olds, with middleaged
contractors on the jobsite.  They don't just come to you, suck you off, and
wipe her mouth getting out her phone.
   "Can I get your number?" Her tongue wiped a little that drooled out the
corner of her mouth.
   "Nev!?" He mother called, "Boys, let's go." I fixed my pants quick,
behind the door when she went out.
   "I'll call you," she closed it, and I heard her skipping down the
stairs. Kthump k'thump!  Definitely skipping.
   I didn't know what to think, other then she really knew how to suck a
dick.  Probably one of my top 5 blowjobs, but even if these things do
happen, why did it happen to me?  Not like I was looking all sexy, grabbing
a fresh roll of tape from the truck.  Or bent over the sink, what kind of
girl Does that?
   Oh well, I just had the 1 join to finish up, so I packed it in.  Put it
out of my mind, sure she wouldn't call me back.  Yeah, they say that too,
but a quicky like that?  I barely even heard her name, she wouldn't call
back.
   Why I wrote about it, instead of telling anyone.  I knew I'd never be be
believed, just locked up for statutory rape of jailbait.  But I couldn't
get it out of my head.
   Until she did, call back, that very afternoon.
:
   Closer (FF Saph NS)
   I took her out to celebrate.  It didn't feel like a date, at first, but.
I didn't know, all right?  In my family, we don't even talk about such
things, it's just silently aknowleged.  And not so subtly reinforced by
Homophobia.  How the men talk, I know what "Dyke" means, and from the way
they say it, that it's bad.  That's all they have to say, I know better
than to go against them on anything.  Especially if we're Family, something
like that could ruin our reputation.  And our businesses are founded on our
reputation.  Yeah, it's "Just real estate." I literally can't tell you how
cutthroat it is.
   "I was married," I nodded over the plates of Chinese.  "Where I got the
name Taylor."
   "Yeah, you don't look English, so what happened?" She skillfully picked
up noodles with chopsticks, and slurped, loudly.  Best Chinese in town,
which isn't saying much, but she pronounced it "Decent." For a buffet, with
takeout for the kids.
   "It was like an arranged marriage.  Not really, but, huh!  My family
knew his family, so they hooked us up.  There wasn't really any love
between us."
   "So you got divorced," she nodded, and sipped her soup from the cup like
tea.
   "No, I'm a widow."
   "So young!?"
   "Thank you, but.  Huh!  It was a hit, and run.  I didn't see it, thank
god, but." I just couldn't finish that sentence.  "I decided not to
remarry." Is all, I rubbed my arms.  "I got so busy with work anyway, and I
really don't mind, not having kids."
   "They're more trouble than they're worth," mostly to herself, but at
least she took the hint to talk about something else.
   "Not your's, they're so well behaved."
   "In public," she nodded, "They only seem to act out at home.  When we
have a home." She grabbed my hand, in both of her's.  "That's why I was
just so happy, when you invited me out." In both of her's.  "Huh!  Being
cooped up with them in the hotel, and we better seal the deal soon.  I got
a lot of money out of the settlement, but it's going fast with the move,
and the storage.  And I have to look for work, and."
   "It's okay," I rubbed them back, "Just relax, you look like you're
having an anxiety attack!"
   "I feel like I'm having an anxiety attack." She let go to brush some
hair out of her eyes, but held onto mine with her other hand.  "Thanks,
it's just." She looked away, "I'm sure it's just being crowded into the
hotel, but it's the best I can afford, short term."
   "Well, I know a cheaper one where I can get you a better deal, but it's
not as nice."
   "How cheap?"
   "Well, it's a Motel, not a hotel, but they keep it pretty clean.  You
don't have to worry about prostitutes, and drug addicts there," they're
smarter than that, "So the kids might be exposed to it."
   "Oh, they could handle that," she assured me, "But thank you. 
Seriously." She rubbed my fingers, "For everything.  I don't know anyone
here, but I'm glad to have met such a smart, capable woman, as yourself. 
So, at least I don't have to deal with just the men."
   "After your divorce?"
   "Well of course, but men in general.  I heard about the south, but I
guess I couldn't prepare myself for the sexism here."
   "What do you mean?"
   "Well, it's not much different from up north, but at least there, they
try to be subtle about it.  Insteada call ya 'little lady,' and try to take
advantage of you at every turn."
   "Anyone in particular?" I shook my head.
   "Well, there was this one guy, real sleazeball, said he might be able to
work something out.  Groped me right in front of the kids."
   "Jabin." I guessed.
   "Jabin Greene?"
   "No, the other Jabin in town," she laughed too.  "I know everyone in
town, and that shyster thinks himself a Property Lawyer, so yeah.  I'm not
surprised, he's never seen a skirt he didn't want to get his hand up." Even
his distant cousin's wife, it really is a small town.  Honestly, someone
should do something about him.  "Fortunately, he's easily distracted, so
you don't have to worry about him stalking you.  You, um.  You didn't run
into his brother, did you?"
   "He was in the offices," she nodded.
   His office.  "Well, he didn't pay any undue attention to you, or your
daughter, did he?"
   "He's the type to stalk you?"
   "No," I looked down at my plate.  "Not you, but how old is Nev again?"
Sure isn't shy about her body, and it's, developments.
   "Not that I noticed, but thanks.  I'll keep an eye out for him."
   Too bad nobody can do anything about him.  Not without, everything
falling apart.  He runs that business, and he knows everyone in town too.
"Well, be careful around them." All I can really say.
   Neville (GBbg Ince)
   Fucking hotel rooms.  Can't fuck around or anything, at least the boys
had their own room through the doors, for some privacy.  I'm stuck in here
with mom, and Erin, even have to share the bed with the baby.  At least
she's out of diapers, but as soon as mom goes out for Dinner, I'm in
charge. So, I get the boys, and tell them we're playing until she gets
back. Real quick, she doesn't leave us alone for long, but Aaron is the
second oldest, so he gets to be the dad.  The man of the house, since our
real dad was in jail.  Along with all the evidence, the childporn, how she
got sole custody.
   But, it's not like we're Victims.  The law just doesn't understand, but
even Erin is into it, and Alan can get it up, enough to fuck her.  Which
leaves me and Aaron, I'm sure it'll get bigger, but I can't help thinking
about that man this morning.  The plumber, there was a good sized dick. 
Not a little toy like this, I didn't lie.  Sure, I like pussy too, and
fucking, fingering, and what have you, but this is my favorite.  I don't
know why, but I love dick, sucking it.  Always did as long as I remember,
and I miss dad.  I know it's fucked up, but I was already addicted, at
least Aaron was done shooting blanks.
   I think it's the cum.  The best part of a man, I'm like a cum junky, and
it's the perfect appetizer for the Chinese when Mom comes back.  Mmh,
noodles.  I go for a walk, find the ash-tray, and get my phone out.  We
wouldn't be in Hotels forever, but I know a guy, and I bet he knows places.
In his line of work, places we can go and fuck around.  "Hey." And why the
fuck did she have to go out, for Chinese, even in this little hick town?
   "Who's this?"
   "Nev, um." Look around, take a drag, "You Text?"
   "Of course."
   "Good, cause I can't talk all the time, but it's not like my mom reads
over my shoulder, and you can send me pictures."
   "What kind of pictures?"
   I covered the mouth piece, some couple was walking by.  Looking at me,
smoking, I gave them the finger.  "You know what kind of pictures, you want
to see me too?" I had video, even!
   "Yeah, when?"
   "Right now, switch to text." I fished out another butt, the second
longest one.  "I wanna see it.  Didn't get a real good look this morning,
but I love your big hard cock."
   "Hh."
   "It's hard, right now, isn't it?"
   "Yeah."
   "Well, show me it.  I want to see."
   "Okay."
   [Eric Brown wants to send you a message.]
   "Oh," that's his name.  Said Taylor and Brown on the side of his truck,
not one of those 4 door ones, but a big one with the bed cut off, and tool
boxes built into the sides.  Pipe and lumber stacked up between them so
they stuck out with a red flag hanging off.
   [Accept] "Yeah." I'd get off tonight.
   [Here...] I searched through the Gallery, found a good video of me, and
dad...
   [I want to see it when you cum.  Your cum all over you.  Cum all over
yourself, so I can see it.] "Yeah." I'm gonna get off good tonite!
   No back seat means he'll have to find a place to take me.  Good, then
I'll have a place to take them, my new friends, when I meet them.
   Just a little setback, we wouldn't be in hotels forever...
   Subcontractor [MG Sext.]
   She sent me video.  Okay, here was a real slut.  I never really sent
dick pics before, figured what was the point?  Ooh, a dick.  So what?  It's
just a dick, but she was so into it, and kept texting until the video
downloaded.
   Her, sucking a dick.  From the side, and loving it.  Not faking like
some pornstar girl, but letting it stand up hard to lick his scrotum, and
suck in his balls.  It looks like he shaved, but I could imagine her hands
on my dick, pumping it like this while she sucks my balls, and "Uh!"
   I never get off that quick.  I mean I did, when I was a teenager, but it
shot up my belly, and ran down my thumb.  Just like she said, so I switched
to the Camera, and snapped a pic with my clean hand.  Well, the one I was
playing with my balls with, but they were hairy.  Unlike her boyfriends',
or Man, he was definitely a man, but it looked so huge right in front of
her cute face.
   "Huhhh!" I had it etched in my head now, especially from the side, the
way she sighed, and her cheeks sucked in, around the big hard cock.  Little
wonder how she got a man to suck off, men, I guessed.  Same as me, but she
called back.  Turned out they were new in town, moved here after a divorce,
to get away from her father.  "Abuse," that's all I heard about it, but
enough to get sole custody, and Beverly is a lot like Sicilia. 
Professional, divorced instead of never married, but I see where Nev gets
her looks.  The way their noses both turn up at the bottom, so the bridge
curves out.  Her high round cheekbones, and the soft curve of their jaws.
The thin pale line of her eyebrow on the light tanned skin of her forehead,
this big wide round green eyes, looking up at me.
   I got hard again, just thinking about her, and watched the video to jerk
off before bed.
   Yeah, I want to see her again, but in person.  Next time, I want to fuck
her.  Yeah, she's like 12, but that didn't stop her.  She fucked him,
whoever that guy was in the video.  Never saw more than his dick,
disappearing in the few dark curly hairs over her young little snatch.  I
had to fuck her, soon, or I won't be able to concentrate.
   She wants me to fuck her, she told me, she couldn't wait.  I just need
to find a place, but with so many properties I'm working on with Cilia,
it's really a matter of choosing what ones.  I know the place, it's out of
city limits, and practically no neighbors.  Used to be a farmhouse, why it
never rents, just sits empty.  We use it for Storage now, because people
don't want to drive out to the country to rent apartments.
   Which means we can get away with it, just as soon as she can get away
from her mother.  Takes them everywhere with her, or leaves her to babysit,
her brothers and sister.  At least as long as they're staying in hotels, no
schools, no work, she has to work, right?  Or at least look for a job, the
older brother looks old enough to take care of the other 2 for a while,
while she slips away.  So I can show her the house, just need to fix up one
of the bedrooms is all.  What were we thinking?  Sure, converting large
homes for rental apartments instead of flips is great, but out in the
country?  It was a stupid risk, and a waste of Property tax.
   I should just move out there.  Why the fuck am I paying rent?  When I
own a house, free, and clear, and several storage lockers for materials. 
Stupid, I should just move out here, there's plenty of room, already using
the garage for surplus lumber, and scraps.
   "Yeah." Sounds like a plan.
   [I know a place.]
   ...
   Beverly (FMGBbg...  NS)
   "I don't know," driving out to the country, "It sure is a long commute."
   "Yeahbut," my eldest, "That's why the rent is so low.  How much money do
you have left from the settlement, anyway?"
   "And how'd you line this all up?" I'm a little proud of her, but I don't
trust her.  My own daughter, I know, but ever since...
   "Erik's the contractor for Miss Taylor.  I ran into him at that third
place she showed us?  Yeah, well, he owns this place out in the country,
uses it mostly for Storage, but the upstairs is already converted for
Apartments, there's 4 Bedrooms, and he's not using it.  Said something
about it not working the same as in the city, people don't want to drive
out to a Rental, so it's been like that for years.  Which is WHY the rent
is so low."
   "Well," we are going broke even with the Monthly rate at the motel. 
They were nice enough to agree to it retro-actively, count the first 3
nights for the Week, then the first 2 weeks toward the Month when I
couldn't find an affordable place right away, because of our situation, at
least the manager's Mother was understanding.  Indians, the whole family
lives there, and run the Motel, so they don't have to hire locals to clean
the rooms, but it is such a long drive.
   But still, $750.00 a month, for 4 bedrooms, and half a 1350 Square Foot
house, is really too good a deal to pass up.
   "You're being silly, just because I managed to find it, instead of your
Girlfriend, Cecilia."
   "She's not my girlfriend, and I'm not jealous!" She didn't say it, but
that's always her favorite insinuation, that I'm somehow jealous of her,
after what.  "Huh!" He did to her.
   "Well, just give it a chance, he says it's beautiful, you'll love it."
   "And I don't know about you going behind my back with that man."
   "Mr.  Brown?" she laughed, "It's not like I'm fucking him!  A hahaha! 
Seriously, it's just Business.  Yeah, he hit on me once, but that's how I
set up this deal."
   "How?"
   "Blackmail." She shrugged, "I threatened to tell his partner, who he's
got the hots for too, by the way.  Guess we know why she friendzoned him
now, but yeah.  He's a big fat bald hornball, but he's harmless.  I can
handle him, cause he knows his life is ruined if he tries anything."
   "That's my girl," I kissed her head, then turned back to the road before
the turn.
   "Look around, it's beautiful out here."
   "Yeah," for once she was right, "Huh!  Okay, yeah.  I'm sorry, I've just
been a little depressed, lately."
   "And paranoid, and jealous."
   "That's enough, young lady!"
   "And if you want to go out with Cecilia, I'm sure the boys will
understand too."
   "Huh!" I looked out the window, "Yeah," unspoken, as of yet, "You're
right, it sure is beautiful out here..." But, I felt it.  That attraction,
for the first time in my life.  She's just so, capable?  A no-nonsense kind
of woman, like me, but she never made the mistake of getting pregnant, and
married in high school.  Finding out, he's.  His, disgusting.  "Uh!" How
can I trust, anyone after that?
   "Oh mom."
   "Snh!"
   "It's all right, maybe getting you out of the shitty will do you some
good."
   "Yeah," I wiped my eyes.  "And watch your language in front of the
kids." I always thought I had control over my life.  I was stupid to think
that, but I fooled myself.  "Huh!"
:
Aaron (BG/M...  Just going to leave the extraneous characters out of it,
but yeah.  TW: Rape.)
   He was like a big bear.  Nice beard, and fat ass.  Okay, I'm gay, and I
like big older men.  Bears, I guess, but I only really read about it in my
father's porn.  You know, before he went to jail for loving us.  All of us,
he's a loving man, and he loved all of us.  For some reason, that's a
crime.
   I love Alan too, but he's a little boy, and I don't really like little
boys.  I love them, Neville, and Erin too, but it's not really, sexual
attraction.  It's just how we show our love, in our family, I don't expect
anyone else to understand.  I let her suck me off, because she loves it so
much, and she misses dad too.  I understand that, but she cried.
   She never cries.
   "Hey," he drove the moving truck, also a rental, "Want a hand with
that?" Not really that heavy a couch, and an excuse to talk to him.
   Mom said we won a lot in court, poor dad, but it was burning up fast on
hotels, storage, and even eating out was "Too much expense." It was almost
gone, in just 3 months, almost 4, but it would have saved us a whole lot of
trouble if you just stayed with dad.  Forgave him, and maybe tried to
understand.  It's not like she's really part of the family, she married in,
and now we were stuck with her.  I love her to, I guess.  Or, we would if
she would let us.
   Okay, so she's turning gay.  Big deal, even Erin understands it, and
she's 4.  "Here," I set it down, and he dusted off his hands.  Big fat
rough man-hands.  "Huh!" I could just imagine, but no.  I shook my head,
"Nice place." Looking around.
   "Yeah, thanks for the help, kid." I frowned, "What?"
   "Look, I know you don't remember being young, but we hate that, all
right?"
   "Sorry."
   "Good." I went down the stairs, my butt hot from feeling his eyes on it.
"Let's grab the table next."
   "All right," he helped me slide it out on the quilted blanket.  "It's
your stuff, I guess you're the man of the house now?"
   "I guess," really Nev is, always was.  The man of the house doesn't have
to be a man, but she wears the pants in the family, and honestly, "I really
don't want that much responsibility.  You know, how Mom, and Aunt Celia
fight so much for it?"
   "She's your aunt now?" He looked a little sick, "I seriously had no idea
she was a lesbian."
   "She isn't.  Huh, we don't really have any control over our feelings. 
People in general, we like to think that, but feeling isn't rational, it's
Natural.  They never make sense, we just try to make sense of them."
   "How do you know so much, about it?"
   "I lived."
   "You're 10."
   "Yeah, well I managed to pack a lot into that decade, and I don't have
to unlearn a lot of bullshit leftover from your generation."
   "Yeah right." At least he didn't call me kid.
   "Like your homophobia." I sat down, and pulled the hex wrench from the
tape under the table.  Started screwing in the legs, it's a big family. 
Big table, Alan and I handled it, but, I guess he's off somewhere playing
with the girls, so I get to talk to our landlord.
   "I'm not homophobic!"
   "I saw how you reacted to my mom's relationship with your partner. 
Seriously, you didn't know?  Or did you have the hots for her, yeah. 
That's it huh?  You're jealous of my mom, even while you're fucking her
daughter?" He's actually got bretty good genes, he just wasted them as a
fat old plumber in a little hick town.
   "ShH!"
   I laughed, "See?  You can't believe, kids our age know anything.  You
know everything because you're older, which is why you try to mansplain
everything.  You're a plumber, you don't know shit about us.  You think I
didn't know?  Who else do you think she told, like first thing, as soon as
she hung up?  She doesn't have any other friends here yet, the kids aren't
really old enough to understand, but damn she can suck a dick, huh?"
   "Thought you're the quiet one." He went back down the stairs.  Whatever,
living room/dining room, nice vaulted ceiling where he opened up the attic,
and stained the exposed beams.  Put in new walls to "Jack" up the roof, the
way he said it when he showed us around.  Kitchen behind that, really just
an open space front to back with the bedrooms on the sides.  And a deck,
stairs down to the back yard, really nice place.  Mom said we're lucky to
get it at such a price, but she's out looking for work.  The nice thing is
who cums with it.  Not our dad, or really a father figure at all.  But, my
sister isn't really a boyfriend/mistress kind of girl.  She doesn't love,
she's a Sociopath.  I know, such a big word for a 10 year old, but that's
the thing.
   People spend so long, generations trying to hide these things from
children, and young adults.  It's stupid, you assume we're stupid.  Our
undeveloped brains are incapable of understanding until we turn 18, and
magically become adults.  Bullshit, we're people.  You're wrong, all of
you. We're living proof of that, we do understand, and we can handle it. 
Seriously, your generations are the ones who can't.
   "So," he dropped off the chair.  Dad's, recliner, heavy but he carried
it up the stairs fairly easily.  Big strong man, I didn't try to hide the
growing hardness in my pants.
   "Loving, and very submissive."
   "What?"
   "Haha, don't start that.  Huh!" Roll my eyes, "You can stop trying to
shelter me, all right?"
   "It's just," takes them a while to get used to it, "Your mother made him
out to be some kind of abuser."
   "Well, he wasn't.  She runs the show, you can see that, right?  Well,
it's like her, and Cecilia.  Mom made all the money, so he could stay at
home, and take care of us.  He never raised a hand to any of us, he loved
us.  All." I looked into his eyes, seriously.
   He looked away.
   "Like you love my sister."
   "What?" he looked back.
   "Yes," I nodded, "Incest." Seriously.  "I hate to break it to you, man,
but what the courts called abuse was a loving concentual relationship
between us, and our father."
   "He fucked you too?"
   "No, I fucked him.  As soon as I was old enough to.  I told you, he's
submissive.  A bottom, probably found someone right away in jail.  To love
him, the way he likes it."
   He practically ran.
   "Hahaha!  No, not homophobic at all!" Shame, for such a hot bear, and
all.  Can't wait to get my hands on that nice ass of his.
   "Hihihinh!"
   I turned around.  "Hey," waved her in from the deck.  "How long have you
been eavesdropping?" Kissed her.  She shrugged, with my tongue in her
mouth.
   "That was great," she pushed me back.  My sister, she's like a sadist,
but likes to humiliate and control you, instead of beat you.  Hurt those
feelings, that's what gets her off.  And sucking dick, for some reason.
   "Uh!" He grunted, with 2 chairs for the table that isn't setting itself
up.  She kissed me again, quick.
   "Now don't you get jealous." She took the one he set on the landing. 
"You ever done a threesome?"
   "But," he looked at me, "He's your brother!" Stupid sheltered adults.
   "Huh!  Yeah, we love eachother.  That wasn't the question, you want to
fuck her, while mom's out with the kids?"
   She just pulled off her top, sat down.
   "Yeah," he didn't even look back.  I grinned, let's see what I can get
away with.  "Hey!" He pushed his hands off.
   "Thought you weren't homophobic," she pulled him in by the belt, licking
her lips.
   "It's not gay, unless you're gay.  Just like Celia, going out with mom
doesn't make her a lesbian.  The thing is, everyone is bisexual, gay and
straight are fantasies.  You assume you have any control over your
feelings, cause you're taught all your life to ignore any attraction to
other boys."
   "I'm not attracted to boys."
   "No?" Normally, Nev does most of the talking, but she had her mouth
full. "Well, don't let that stop you."
   "Oh!" he held her head.
   "Because," I slipped his pants down, "We're attracted to you." Straight
guys, they never even think about being attractive.  That's for girls, you
just have to have a nice car, be successful, get a wife, and have kids. 
America, basically.  American Dream Propoganda, and out here in the sticks,
everyone's conservative.  "I can't make you gay," I pulled up his shirt to
lick the sweat off his back, "But I can make you enjoy it."
   "Ah fuck!"
   She was right, "That was quick!"
   "Turn around," I reluctantly let go of the big fat soft balls of his
buttocks, "And bend over."
   "Sptoh!" she spat behind him.  "Relax."
   "No."
   I laughed, picked up his phone.  "I told you," I brought up the chat,
"You can't control this, so stop trying to." I giggled, "Yup, he saved the
chats.  And the pics, and the video." Shook my head, "Fucking amateurs," I
unzipped my pants.  "Literally, huhah!  How's he loosening up?"
   "Please don't." Bent over the dining room chair, helpless.
   "What, show my mom, and your partner the childporn on your phone?" Video
already up on the screen, I turned it to him.  I'd seen it, of course.  "Up
to you," I shrugged, and dropped my pants, "Whether I fuck you, or I have
to rape you, but you really think you get to get sucked off all the time,
and never have to put out?  You're Mine now, your ass is Mine, or you get
to find a real man in Jail.  Up to you."
   "All right," he was really crying now, but looking at my dick.  I'm 10,
it'll grow bigger, but not too small to break his cherry.
   "He's ready," she licked her fingers.
   "He thought I was the quiet one."
   "Mom said," she nodded, and he grunted.  "They think that, because he's
smart.  Always thinking, me too, but smart enough to know when to say
something, or when to just think quietly to ourselves."
   "There," his nice soft pillowy ass flattened around my hips, "That's not
so bad, is it?"
   "Ngh!"
   "It doesn't mean we're dumb.  It just means we know when to talk." When
there's nobody else around.
   Except, our Victim.
   "Ugh!"
   All I could think about was my cum mixing with his, right inside his
back door.  Knocking on the inner door, pushing it in, so he could tighten
up all he wants.  It just made him tighter, press against my foreskin, so I
could feel it splash out against his rectum, and my sensitive exposed tip.
"Huegh!" He grunted when I pulled out, watching it snap back to the
surface, and the mess run out onto his balls.  "Huh!  Nlaugh!" It tasted so
nasty, his ass sweat, and the hairs made it impossible to get it all.  But
we'd make him shave next.
   "Here," she helped him up.  "Kiss him." Pushed his face down to me. 
"This is the best part."
   He didn't kiss me back, so I smeared it all over his mouth.  Really
blubbering, so it mixed with his snot too.
   He went to finish carrying the furniture up from the truck, while I
fingered her off as fast as I could.
   I hadn't seen her so horny since dad left.
   Sicilia (FFbg Pseu Saph)
   "Are you gonna marry my mom?" Alan, the younger son.
   "Why, I never really thought about it." So, I'm gay.  Finally coming to
terms with that fact, I certainly have no idea how to talk to an 8 year old
about it.
   "She's conservative, sweetheart."
   "Well, I grew up southern Baptist, and I." Recently decided to give that
up.  In favor of another lifestyle choice.
   "Denial." I looked over at the youngest.
   "What?" I shook my head.
   "She's in denial, momma."
   "Yes," she held my hand, "I know, but it doesn't help to hurt her
feelings about it.  Right now." Kissed my knuckles.  "She's still confused
sweet heart.  I hope you can forgive her, being so rude."
   "Of course." I nodded.  "I'm sorry, I." Just didn't know what to feel
sorry about.  My feelings?  "No, I'm not sorry, I just."
   "Confused." The toddler plopped down, and picked up her half eaten half
sandwich.  She shrugged, and took another bite.
   "Try not to think about the homosexual aspects of it.  That's where your
preconceived notions get in the way, try to just feel without thinking
about it." She kissed my palm.  "This," my fingertips, "This you can feel,
how you know it's something real, not somebody else's fantasy."
   "Who do you mean?" Trying not to melt here, but I love it when she does
that.  I'd been with men, but I never had someone make love to my hand, the
way she does.  "Huh!" My head fell back.
   "Men.  They're jealous, and they write all the rules.  So, it's assumed
that the bible says anything about this.  It doesn't, any more than it did
about you playing with yourself." And thinking about men.  Men don't know
how to touch me like this.  If one did, I would have found one, but no man
ever bothered to learn.  To satisfy me, like she does, in ways I never
thought to dream about.  "And feeling guilty about it," she kissed my neck,
which was great, I couldn't listen to her any more anyway.
   I even forgot about the children, until I heard them grunting.
   "What?" I pushed her away, "The FUCK!" Literally, I went from burning
with desire to the worst disgust I ever felt in my life the next instant.
   "It's all right, they don't know any better."
   "But, Incest!?" I realized I was crawling backwards when I felt the
grass at the end of the quilt.  Well, moving blanket.
   "Calm down, relax.  Kids, pull your pants up, you're making Aunt Celia
freak out."
   "Sorry, mom." At least they covered themselves.
   "It's okay, it's all right." She held me.  "Let me explain.  Huh!  I'm
the one who should be sorry, I didn't know how to tell you, and I knew how
you'd react, but.  My husband, he didn't go to jail for abusing us.  He got
caught, publishing videos of our children."
   "Having sex?"
   "Of course not," she laughed against my cheek, "They're too young for
that, but they do play with themselves, and eachother."
   "Your husband, taught them that?" He belongs in jail.
   "Yes, and he's being punished for that.  However, they are sexual now.
We can't unring that bell, I tried for years to make them stop, but that
just made their other behavior worse.  Especially the older two, they
started acting out at school, and getting other kids involved.  So,
eventually I came around to accepting the lesser of evils.  He took their
innocence, but now trying to stop them just makes them take other
children's.  They need the sexual outlet, so as long as nobody gets
pregnant, we have to keep it in the family.  That's the real problem with
incest, is inbreeding.  But society doesn't see it that way."
   "Yeah, but it's not like.  Being gay!?"
   "Isn't it?" She held my head, and shook her's.  "It's illegal, here. 
That doesn't mean it's wrong.  They love eachother, perhaps more,
intimately than most, but that's okay, as long as nobody gets hurt.  As
long as there aren't any other victims."
   "Is that what he told you?"
   "No," she kissed me again.  "My daughter, Neville finally had to explain
it to me."
   "But," I shook my head out of her hands, "She's only 13!"
   "Twelve.  Well, twelve and a half, but irregardless," that's not even a
word!  "If she can understand it, at twelve, and explain it to me, than how
can I argue with it?" She rolled her eyes, "You'd really have to talk to
her about it, I suck at explaining it, but I knew you'd have to hear it
from me first.  Because of her age, otherwise you probably wouldn't have
listened in the first place."
   It just kept getting weirder, and weirder, I never expected, when she
invited me to a nice picnic with her youngest, that it would come to this.
Incest?  "And don't be jealous, I never did anything, sexually with them
anyway.  I'd never cheat on you, with them, and I love them.  Much less
with another woman, so put that out of your mind.  It's just you and me. 
Kids, go play, safely somewhere.  We need to be alone."
   "Okay, mom." Alan led her off by the hand.
   "Relax.  I know, all of this is sudden, and confusing, but." She kissed
my hand, "You'll get used to it.
   .
   ."
   Neville (GF NS)
   She didn't want to talk about it.  Or even look at me, I saw the fear in
her eyes, and I just couldn't help fucking with her.
   "Hey," she jumped.
   "Hey uh.  Nev.  You like the new house?"
   I giggled, "Yeah, it's great.  You just gonna stick with don't ask,
don't tell when it cums to our families?"
   "I don't know what you're talking about."
   She tried to walk away, but she's not getting away that easy.  "Well," I
followed her down, "If you don't want to talk about my family secret, and
I'm sure you don't want to talk about your's, I wonder what mom would think
about it?"
   "I don't know what you think you know about My family," she whirled to
point her finger, "But stay away from them, if you know what's good for
you."
   "Sicilia Lago-Taylor.  Yeah, the name's a dead giveaway, but you know
how my mom is with Denial.  I'm sure you can hide it from her, but you
really think I'm the kind of girl you can threaten?  Look around, the only
reason I'm not suicidal is I'm too fucking horny to give that up.  So what,
they'll have me killed?  Yeah, I know, that Lago family.  Lying low down
here, about your," quote "Baptist Church," unquote, "because Catholic would
be suspicious.  Your Jeweler late-husband, the Indian family that runs that
hotel you moved us to.  What did you think would happen to us, there?  Did
you hope, somewhere in that twisted mind of yours we'd disappear?  Just the
kids, mind you, they have children, who speak English, and stock the carts
with toilet paper, and soap.  You think they don't know about the children
that don't go through that hotel?  Or maybe you just didn't think I could
get it out of them?" Right, because what the hell do I know about child sex
slavery, prostitution, and human smuggling?  "You know, you really have
quite an interesting town here.  I'm impressed!"
   "Stop," she wasn't crying, "You have no idea what they can do." Not yet.
   "No, you have no Idea what I know.  They have no idea, which is what
keeps me safe.  They have nothing to fear from a 12 year old, but you." She
shrank back from my finger, running down her arm.  "You do."
   "What do you want?"
   "I would think you would be more savvy than that, considering the family
You grew up in, but what I want is In."
   "You're insane!"
   "Yeah, incest will do that to a girl, but I'm done being a whore, and
not making any money off of it.  You know someone, I know you do, so I want
you to talk to them about it.  I'm not going to threaten you, but you know
this is the best thing for me.  I can't have a normal life, I never had
that potential, but child prostitution?  Yeah, I'm downright Gifted when it
comes to that.  So, make some calls.  You don't want me to do this myself,
because if I can't find the people that're already doing it, I sure as hell
can find some innocent children, even in this town, and your family sure
doesn't want the competition." I can't beat them, I know that.
   So,
   ;
   Sicilia (FF Gg Mole Flashback.)
   "Bad dream?" She held me, in bed, until I stopped crying.  Couldn't stop
shaking.
   "HhHhH!  I was, molested.  Too."
   "By a man?"
   "No."
   "By a woman?"
   "No, an older girl."
   "Oh," her chin bumped my shoulder, nodding behind me.
   "What?"
   "It's why you're homophobic."
   "No," I turned around, "Oh no." I kissed her, "I love you, I love this,
finally being able to even tell anyone, much less find someone as wonderful
as you.  That's not what I'm afraid of.  It never was."
   "But you are afraid."
   "Terrified." I sat up.  She turned back from the light, and saw it in my
face.  "Huh, you don't know what happens to lesbians here."
   "Is that what happened to her?"
   I nodded.  "I," choked up, curled up again in her arms, not caring about
letting the covers slip, in the cool autumn night.  Loving this, the best
feeling I ever had.  "I told them."
   "The police?" I shook my head.
   "My family."
   "What happened?"
   "She went away."
   "She disappeared?"
   "In a matter of speaking."
   "They killed her."
   "No."
   "What then?"
   "Huh," I sat up.  "They sold her."
   "Like a slave?"
   "As a sex slave." I nodded.  "They sold her to sex-slavers, and they
took her away!" I just broke down, because I couldn't deny it any more. 
"And it was all my fault!"
   She was eleven.  Only eleven, just starting to grow.
   Just like Neville.  Of course they changed their names, on the run, I
even saw the Witness Protection people, who I REALLY don't want to be seen
talking to.
   She chose that name, because it had Evil in it.
   "And I'm terrified of your daughter."
   Beverly (FF Talk.)
   "Yeah, well she's a sociopath."
   "What?"
   "Yeah, diagnosed and everything, want me to dig out the records?  She
was a psychopath, they say she got better, but I'm beginning to think it
made her worse."
   "Wh, who?"
   "Therapists," I shook my head, "They just want to talk.  What harm could
that do?  Well, we found out she's a psychopath, because of the sexual
abuse.  She said, she remembered things.  Impossible to remember that
young, but.  He molested her, he always molested her, and I was just too
blind to see it."
   "And, you." She wiped her eyes, squinted at me.  "How do you feel about
that?"
   "I don't, any more.  I can't, huh!" Shrug, "It's too painful, but
eventually, I learned to think about it.  Dispassionately, because if I let
myself feel, I turn into a wreck, like."
   "Like I did."
   "But you can't Not think about it."
   "I did."
   "Well, I can't, and look how you turned out!  Sorry, I'm so sorry, I
don't want to fight.  It's just."
   "All right.  Huh, I know, it's a touchy subject, and.  You're right.  We
have to talk about it, and I envy you.  I do, if you really can, think
about it without, feeling like this." She'd make a terrible actress, or
maybe a good Shakespearian one, the way she stilts when she's lying, or
overcome with emotion.  "Huh!  Do you, ever have nitemares, about it?" Like
Shatspear, really.
   "Not any, well.  I haven't in a long time.  It's no guarantee it won't
happen again, but I'm already feeling triggered, when I thought I was done
being triggered, and I can only hope we can work through this, together."
   "How?"
   "I know it hurts, the worst right now, in the beginning, but you have to
tell me what happened."
   "Now?"
   "If you can, but you know it was fucking up your life.  You can see that
now, can't you?" I nodded.  "Then whenever you're ready, I'll be here for
you, and I'll do what I can to help."
   {Author's note: You really want to read that therapy?  My Email is still
Psiberzerker@Gmail.com, but I've written too many stories likeat here
already.  If you do, let me know, and I'll crank it right out.  Otherwise,
just look through my archive.  It's all over the place.}
   ;
   Philippe (GMMMMM NS Talk.  Yeah, right, that's all that happens.  They
"Talk." Spoilers!)
   "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
   "You're the Don?  Where's your boss?"
   "You come in here, asking questions, look around you." My men, with
assault rifles, and this little girl.  Standing, fearless between the
chairs.
   "He looks more like a Youth Minister." I glared at one starting to crack
a smile.  "Nice cover, a Baptist Church, small time local jewelers to
launder the money.  Indian connection to ship them overseas.  Missionaries,
right!"
   "Who do you work for?" Must be, one of those conditions.  We had gotten
others, they looked like children.  Some girls just forget to grow, but
what am I, a doctor?
   "Nobody, yet.  Why I'm here, to make you an offer you can't refuse."
   "Whadda you godda offer?"
   "Well, obviously, I can figure out your little operation, because I did
the same thing.  I was a madam, I ran a brothel back in my home town, out
of a Jr.  High."
   "Not interested." She still thinks I think she's just a little girl, but
I'm wise to her now.
   "You don't want the competition."
   "You're right," I waved, "Kill her." I was getting tired of this shit.
You've got spunk, kid, but that'll just get you chopped up, and fed to
pigs.
   "All right," she was gone.
   "AH!" I had to duck, Bruno flying over my desk.
   "The hard way, then."
   "WHERE IS SHE!  CHKHKL!"
   "She's behind you!  Dumbfuck!"
   "Don't move.  Don't anybody move, or."
   "Shoot him, then kill her." Like anybody gives a fuck about Bruno.
   "TWIL!"
   "KHKH!" I scratched myself, trying to get my manicured nails under the
garrote around my neck.  The fuck she get behind me?
   "They going to shoot you, too?" I shook my head, waved them back.  "You
ready to talk now?" I nodded.  "Good, then don't make me make your men kill
any more of your men.  Sit down."
   "Huhl!  Stop pointing those things at me!" I waved the muzzles away.
   "Sorry, I forgot to mention Desiocrates."
   "The fuck is that?"
   "How I just defeated you, and your room full of goons.  Get them outta
here, and turn on some lights.  Jesus, you could hide a fucking Elephant in
this room!"
   "Do what she said."
   "Good," she came around the desk, "Now we can talk..."
   Isadore {Gg Talk}
   "Oh," she came in the room.  It was like the Dorm, only 1 bed. 
"Isadore, right?" I looked up, nodded.  "So, you speak English, too?"
   "Yes," I shook my head, "I'm from Texas."
   "But your parents aren't from Texas, are they?"
   "No."
   "You miss your family?"
   "Yeah, of course, but."
   "Well, this is just like a new family."
   "But, they hurt me."
   "It doesn't have to hurt." She's white, I think.  Maybe she just hadn't
seen sun in a while, her hair is black and curly, and her eyes to.  "How
old are you?"
   "Seven?"
   "Hh, well I'm twelve, and.  By the time I was seven, I learned to
appreciate, older men.  That's all it is, you're just not used to it, being
with men."
   "Dirty old men, I just want to go home!"
   "I know, there there.  I'm sorry, but you can't.  I wish I could give
that to you, but I can't.  How, Ever.  What I can do is make your new life
a little easier."
   "How?"
   "The problem is you don't know how to enjoy it.  It's not all bad, when
you learn to enjoy it.  You know, there's girls like me with Privileges? 
Yeah, the guys that like the crybabies, they're real Sadists.  They want
you to cry, so they can get off on it.  The good girls, we don't cry, so we
get the good men.  They're gentle, and loving.  They care about us, our
pleasure, and even make sure we enjoy it."
   "So, if I don't cry, they don't hurt me?"
   "If you don't cry, you don't get the bad men.  The ones that like to
hurt you.  We get the good men, who want to love us.  But first you have to
relax." She rubbed my thigh.  "Yes, just relax a little.  Don't fight it,
that just makes them hurt you." She raised her voice, "It's all right, you
can bring in the camera now."
   ;
   Agent Johnson (MG...)
   Creepy little girl.  "Managed to put me on a bus after all."
   "Just get in." I thought I'd seen a lot, in my career.
   "You don't look like Mafia.  So, let me guess, spook?"
   "I can't talk about it."
   "This going to be a long ride?  You don't have to tell me, if we're
going to be working together, you're gonna get used to some amazing
intuition.  You a pedophile?"
   "No." Sick little slut.
   "Well, you know who you're getting rid of me for.  Are you supposed to
kill me?"
   "No.  The people I work for, are interested in what we heard about your
talents."
   "As a child prostitute?" I shook my head.  "Then by process of
elimination, as an Assassin."
   "How old are you, really?"
   "I can't answer that.  No really, even if I wasn't pathologically
incapable of it, you wouldn't comprehend the answer.  In a word, Ancient."
   "They also said you might be insane."
   "Yeah, or in other words, normal.  Sanity is the greatest mass delusion
in hystery.  Everyone is crazy, it's part of what makes you human."
   "So, you're not human." I was starting to have less trouble believing
that.
   "Human is another one of those immeasurable quantities.  I'm not as
human, and I am more."
   "They said you took on 15 guys with a shoelace."
   She shrugged, "They strip-searched me, so I had to improvise."
   "How?"
   "Desiocrates."
   "Yes, I read the transcripts."
   "I knew it!  I knew they had the office bugged.  So, CIA?"
   "No."
   "NSA?"
   "Keep guessing." It was going to be a long drive, and I really can't
answer.  But it is an issue of National Security.
   "Well, I'm sure you're prepared to lie when I get there, but just so you
know, I can tell." I believed her.  "So, how about your past.  They don't
recruit you guys off the basketball court, so Ranger?  No, Green Beret."
   "I was never in the military."
   "Yet, you are so disciplined you can't hide it, especially when you're
trying to hide it." she snapped, "Secret Service!"
   ...
   "Right, family.  You guys raise your kids for Secret Service, because
you don't trust anyone else.  So, you a Johnson, or.  Okay, Mr.  Johnson.
Don't look at me likeat, you really want to know how I do it?  I know how
the world works, because I know who made it this way.  We go way back,
before America, so take it as given that I know who killed Kennedy, or I
know who had him killed, and I know why."
   "Is that so?"
   "Yeah, who else can kill the president?  Honestly, America is dumber
than I thought for not getting it, but then again.  Wait," she looked
around.  "Who do you get to kill the President Elect?"
   "Now how the fuck do you know that!?" This little girl was a walking
talking national security risk!
   "Elementary, my dear Johnson.  Look." She pointed at a billboard. 
Pedro, for South of the Border.  "US 1 North, right?  So, they must have
dropped me off somewhere in South Carolina, which means we're heading to
the Capital.  Only this time, you can't just off the guy that suggested
that the NRA nuts can take care of the chick she's running against, right?"
   "So, that's how you put it together, a Billboard?"
   "Who else do you need a child prostitute to kill?  What's wrong, he
already making requests you just can't fill?"
   "He's bad for business."
   "Well no shit!  He's got bad for business written on his gravestone all
ready, I'm surprised he's not already buried in New Jersey.  Guess that
answers the unasked question if you guys are still working with the mob,
then, huh?"
   "We are the Mafia." And the Secret Service.  Always were.
   "Yeah," she looked out the window.  "I know.  Well, you got me.  I can
take care of your not so little problem.  Just put me in the same room with
him, he won't be able to resist me."
   "Can you do it clean?"
   "The time for clean was over long ago.  Tell you what, would anyone be
surprised if it was Auto-erotic asphyxiation?"
   "I doubt it, but I'll have them run it by our analysts."
   "Langley or Quantico?"
   "So you don't know everything?"
   "Of course not, nobody does.  The trick is keeping your mouth shut
unless you know what you're talking about.  Neither of them will have a
problem with that story, go ahead, and ask them."
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