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Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
 
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Slave Sister Part Seven
"Fran's New Family"
by
Norm DePloom
 
Dave had continued driving up and down the main drag, 
pulling into parking lots where kids were gathered, 
and offering his sister for their pleasure until the 
early hours of Sunday morning.  Finally arriving home 
exhausted and still naked, cum drying on every part of 
her body.  Fran climbed the stairs to her bedroom.  
Before she could even smile at her own slave the 
buzzer under her pillow came to life summoning her to 
Dave's room.  As Fran left her bedroom she noticed 
that a fine gold chain ran from the padlock holding 
Vickie's cunt closed to the headboard where it was 
locked with a matching padlock.  Fran arrived in her 
brother's bedroom to find Dave naked and sporting a 
hard twitching cock.
 
"I couldn't wait any longer" he announced as he took 
Fran in his arms, "I've been too busy all day to 
fuck."  Dave sat on his desk chair and pulled Fran 
down on his hard cock with her legs straddling his.  
As his cock slipped into Fran's wet open cunt Dave 
sucked on her nipples tasting the cum drying on her 
breasts.  Fran held onto her brother's shoulders for 
balance and plunged her cunt up and down the length of 
his hard rod.  As her own excitement grew one more 
time Fran whipped her hair from side to side moaning 
loudly.  I'm not going to be silent, Fran decided, if 
Mom doesn't know what's going on by this time she's 
going to find out right now.  Dave cupped and squeezed 
his sisters butt cheeks pushing them together to 
increase the pressure on his cock.  Fran leaned her 
head back looking at the ceiling.
 
"Oh God Damn." She shrieked. "Nobody fucks like you."  
Dave clutched Fran around the waist and held his cock 
buried inside her cunt while his body jerked and he 
deposited more cum inside her already dripping pussy.  
Dave and Fran sat and held each other gently rocking 
back and forth enjoying a few moments of after fuck 
peace.
 
"I mean it." Fran said laying her head on Dave's 
shoulder nuzzling and gently kissing his neck. "Nobody 
fucks like you."
 
"It's just because I'm your brother." Dave responded 
in a self-effacing manner to her compliment. "Breaking 
the incest taboo gives us an extra thrill."
 
"No," Fran said squeezing his cock with her cunt 
muscles, "I think its because you have a huge cock.  
You literally touch me in places no one else can."  
Fran let her head rest on Dave's shoulder for a moment 
longer then sat up and gazed into his eyes. "Except 
for Mr. Roberts, he touches those places too." Fran 
paused for a moment faining deep thought. "And 'Big 
Daddy', you know Father Michael, he really touches 
those places." Fran looked at Dave struggling to keep 
a straight face. "And maybe the Coach, he seemed 
pretty big when he was in my mouth yesterday."
 
"Why don't you let your slave lick you clean." Dave 
suggested to Fran as he lifted her off his cock 
laughing at her list of the big cocked men in her 
life.  "I don't mind if you cum again tonight."  Fran 
smiled at her brother as she turned and left the room.  
Fran, walking back to her own room stopped to peak in 
on her mother who seemed to have slept through Fran's 
shrieked complement of her brother's fucking skills.
 
Fran, finding Vickie laying curled up on the foot of 
the bed asleep, laid down on the bed then gave her 
slave a nudge with her foot.  Vickie yawned and 
stretched then smiled at her mistress.
 
"I need a bath." Fran announced.
 
"Do you want me to run the water for you?" Vickie 
asked. 
 
"No, I want you to use your tongue.  Lick me clean.  
Start at my toes and don't stop until your get to my 
hair."  Vickie knelt on the floor beside the bed and 
began to lick Fran's toes and feet.  "I'm sure you'll 
recognize the taste."
 
Fran relaxed and enjoyed the tongue moving up her 
legs.  When Vickie was ready to concentrate on her 
cunt Fran patted her on the head. "Get it good and 
clean," Fran said spreading her legs, "Thirty or forty 
guys dumped cum in there over the last couple of 
hours." Fran smiled as she stroked Vickie's hair "The 
fresh runny stuff is Dave's."  After a thorough tongue 
bath the two young girls fell asleep in each other's 
arms.
 
Dave, Fran and Vickie all slept soundly for the four 
hours they had left until the alarm went off at seven 
o'clock am.  When Fran and Vickie hugged, kissed then 
sat up and stretched they could already her Fran's mom 
in the kitchen.
 
"Come on down here kids" Dave and Fran's mom yelled up 
at them. "I want to have a little family meeting 
before we go to church."  Fran unlocked Vickie from 
the bedpost, but kept the padlock on her cunt.  The 
two girls donned robes and slippers and headed 
downstairs drawn by curiosity about what Fran's mom 
had to say and by the smell of sausage cooking.  
Fran's mom met them at the kitchen door.
 
"Do you want me to go back up stairs?" Vickie asked 
Fran's mom, "I don't want to sit in on a family 
meeting if I'm not wanted."  Fran's mom looked at the 
young girl then reached out and gently stroked her 
cheek.
 
"I feel like you belong to this family already dear." 
Fran's mom told Vickie, "Why don't you just do 
whatever Fran suggests."  Vickie smiled at Fran's mom 
then sat down next to her best friend and mistress 
letting her robe fall open just enough to show the 
silver padlock between her legs. Dave came bounding 
down the stairs and gave his mother a hug then sat 
down on the other side of Fran.  Dave and Fran's mom 
hummed cheerily but tunelessly as she brought plates 
of sausage links and scrambled eggs to each of the 
children.  After placing a communal plate stacked high 
with toast in the middle of the table Dave and Fran's 
mom brought her own plate over and sat facing the 
three kids.
 
"You seem to be really cheerful this morning mom." 
Fran commented around a forkful of eggs headed for her 
mouth.  Fran's mom paused for a moment then smiled at 
her daughter.
 
"Why yes I am, thank you dear, and the cause of my 
happiness is the reason I want to talk to you kids."  
Their mom paused to smile at her kids, not forgetting 
to include Vickie in her radiated joy.  "All the time 
I was cooking I was trying to figure out the best way 
to share this news with you."  Their mom took a bite 
of toast.  "I know it sounds trite, but the only way 
to tell you is just to tell you."  She finished 
chewing and swallowed her bite.  Fran had stopped 
eating and stared at her mother imagining all kinds of 
dreadful news.  Fran's mom smiled at her daughter and 
reached over and patted her hand.  "Smile dear, it's 
happy news."  Fran smiled weakly at her mom.
 
"Bill and I, ah, Mr. Wilson and I have been talking 
about getting married for several months now..."
 
"The football coach?" Fran asked in shock remembering 
his cock sticking out of his pants and into her mouth.
 
"...Yes dear the football coach.  We have decided to 
go ahead with our plans..."
 
Fran was just barely aware that her mother was still 
talking.  'How' she thought 'can I tell her'.  Surely 
she doesn't want to marry a man that has fucked her 
daughter in the mouth.
 
"...He's such a masterful and dominant man..."
 
I can't let mom marry him without her knowing what 
he's like.
 
"...It's been so long since I've had a man like that 
in my life..." 
 
I've got to tell her.
 
"...Not since your father died have I met a man who 
made me feel so, well, so submissive..."
 
'What?' Fran thought, finally hearing what her mother 
was saying.  He makes her feel so submissive?
 
"...I'm sure you can understand that 'Sweet Stuff'."  
Fran's mother took Fran by the hand as she used her 
old baby nickname for her.  Fran looked into her 
mother's eyes and saw a familiar need.
 
"It run's in the family dear." Her mother continued. 
"Some of us just need a good dominant man in our lives 
to make us happy."  Fran's mom squeezed Fran's hand 
then released it so she could continue to eat.
 
"Your brother already knows about this."  Fran gave 
her brother a quick glance.  His smile looked almost 
sheepish for someone who was practicing dominance.
 
Suddenly Fran remembered the figures she kept seeing 
in the window during the 'Fran Fuck' the previous 
afternoon.  Fran's head, and her world, spun. When it 
stopped spinning Fran wondered if anything in her life 
was what it appeared to be.
 
"You and the coach watched...."
 
"Yes dear."
 
"You've known all along..."
 
"Yes dear."
 
"You...you and Dave..."
 
"No dear, not yet." Fran's mom smiled at her son.  "We 
feel that you need to get to know your new 'daddy' 
better, so we thought you should go home with him 
after church and spend the day with him."  Fran paused 
and swallowed a couple of times, remembering the feel 
of his hard cock in her mouth. 
 
"I..I wouldn't mind getting to know him better." She 
stammered, the wetness already growing between her 
legs.  Then Fran looked at Vickie with a worried look 
on her face.
 
"Hey, don't worry about me." Vickie said answering the 
unasked question. "I have a family reunion to go to.  
You're going to have to handle your 'daddy' all by 
yourself."  Vickie grinned at her friend "You're the 
luckiest little bitch I've ever met."  Fran blushed 
and looked down at her plate. 
 
"Now Vickie," Fran's mom reprimanded her gently, "you 
know I don't approve of such language."  Vickie looked 
down at her plate her face growing red with 
embarrassment.
 
"Well she is" Vickie insisted quietly.
 
"Yes I know honey," Fran's mom patted her hand, "but I 
still don't like that kind of language."  Fran 
finished eating her breakfast with a few anticipatory 
squirms in her chair as she thought about spending the 
afternoon with the coach.  Once the meal was done and 
the plates were rinsed and stacked in the dishwasher 
Fran and Vickie went up to Fran's bedroom. Fran found 
clothes already set out for her to wear on top of the 
neatly folded sweater and skirt was an electric razor 
and a note from Dave.  "For a quick touch up.  You 
don't want your new Daddy to find you with a five 
o'clock shadow."  When Fran picked up the razor and 
turned around she found Vickie kneeling in front of 
her.
 
"Will my mistress please tell this poor unworthy slave 
what to wear?" Vickie asked with total submission.
 
"You really get into this shit don't you?" Fran asked 
the kneeling girl. 
 
"Oh God yes!" Vickie answered with a slightly less 
slave like demeanor. Fran walked over to her kneeling 
slave and, placing a hand on each side of her slave's 
head pulled Vickie's mouth onto her cunt.
 
"Then lick my hot cunt bitch." She demanded.  Vickie 
eagerly dug her tongue into Fran's hairless slit.  
Fran rubbed her wet cunt all over Vickie's face, 
concentrating on her nose, then pushed her away.  
"That's what you will wear today, my smell all over 
your face, and don't you dare wash it off.  Now," Fran 
ordered handing Vickie the razor, "Shave me and be 
quick about it." This, Fran thought as she leaned back 
on the bed and spread her legs, I could get into.
 
Well, quick is a relative term, as soon as the 
vibrating head of the battery-operated razor neared 
Fran's large clitoris Fran grabbed Vickie's wrist and 
would not let go until after her second orgasm.  After 
the 'quick' shave Vickie dressed in a tight T-shirt 
that was cut off just below her breasts and a short 
skirt that just barely covered her thick pubic patch, 
then stood in front of her seated mistress with her 
legs spread and her hands held behind her back.  Fran 
lifted the skirt and stroked Vickie's wet pussy, 
jiggling and gently pulling on the small silver 
padlock hanging from her cunt lips.
 
"How does this feel?" Fran asked her submissive 
friend. 
 
"It hurt at first, and is still a little sore, but 
when I walk it pulls on my cunt lips and moves them 
back and forth across my clitoris." Vickie paused, "I 
cum about every ten steps." She finished with a 
giggle.  Fran lifted Vickie's T-shirt and sucked on 
one of her nipples.  God this is great, she thought, 
almost as much fun as being a slave.  Fran released 
Vickie's now hard nipple and let the T-shirt fall back 
into place. 
 
"If I remember right you have a couple of male cousins 
that will be at this reunion, don't you?" Fran asked 
as she stroked Vickie's clitoris. 
 
"Yes, Ricky and Tom." Vickie answered breathlessly.
 
"You don't like them do you?"
 
"No, they're snotty little brats."  Fran pulled her 
hand away from her slave's crotch and smiled at the 
disappointed moan.
 
"During your family reunion you must get each one 
alone, show him your locked cunt, let him play with it 
then suck him off." Fran loved Vickie's look of total 
disgust.
 
"Suck off those to little brats...OUCH" Vickie's 
protest was cut of with a hard squeeze of her left 
nipple by Fran.
 
"You will do as you are told." Fran hissed with mock 
anger. 
 
"Yes Mistress." Vickie answered with real contrition.
 
"Now, go home, I have to get ready to visit with my 
new daddy."  A thrill went through Fran when she said 
'daddy'.  Fran had always had just two masturbatory 
fantasies. One was fucking her brother, which had come 
true. The other one was being possessed and fucked by 
a mysterious and powerful 'daddy'.  Vickie leaned over 
and quickly kissed Fran on the mouth. 
 
"I love you." She shouted as she left the room and 
headed down the stairs. Let's see, Fran mused, six 
blocks with an orgasm every ten steps...Fran gave up 
trying to figure out how many times Vickie would cum 
on her way home. Instead she thought about the 
surprised and delighted looks Ricky and Tom would have 
when Vickie knelt in front of each one and 
submissively sucked them off.
 
Fran quickly dressed in the clothes her brother had 
picked out for her. They were clothes she had never 
seen before.  Fran put on the tight fitting gold 
sweater with the school name emblazoned across her 
chest and the short pleated white skirt.  Fran looked 
in the full-length mirror and just knew that her new 
daddy, the football coach, was going to be pleased 
with his new cheerleader.
 
Fran hurried down the stairs and came to a quick stop 
when she saw her mother.  Fran looked her mother up 
and down.  Fran's mother was wearing a shimmering gold 
colored blouse that draped and flowed like water over 
her breasts when she moved.  Her nipples could just 
barely be made out through the constantly moving 
material.  Her mid thigh length skirt of the same 
material was gathered at the waist and seemed to flow 
like a waterfall over her hips, and slide over her 
thighs with each step.  The effect was both elegant 
and erotic at the same time.
 
"Oh God your beautiful mom." Fran finally managed to 
say.  Fran's mom chuckled.
 
"I don't have to play the 'responsible single parent' 
any more.  Bill bought me these pretty clothes and I 
will wear them any where he wants me to." Fran's mom 
leaned closer to Fran and spoke to her 
conspiratorially "I'd go to church naked if that's 
what he wanted me to do."  Fran could feel a new bond 
growing between her and her mother.
 
As they walked out to the car Fran felt a flare up of 
jealousy, Dave was paying more attention to mom than 
to her.  The bulge in his pants obviously had more to 
do with their mom's barely visible hard nipples than 
with Fran's short skirt and tight sweater.  Fran 
pouted in the back seat as Dave gushed and practically 
drooled all over their mother as he drove them to 
church. Why don't you, Fran thought several times, 
fuck her and get it over with. 
 
The coach met them in the parking lot and hugged 
Fran's mom first then hugged Fran with a quick, very 
un-fatherly squeeze of her naked butt under her short 
skirt.  The new 'family' walked into the church 
building.  As Fran headed off to the third grade class 
to assist the teacher she saw her mom, with the 
coaches arm around her and his hand resting on her 
butt walking into Father Michael's study where the 
'Adult Singles' group met.  Knowing what she did about 
the coach and Father 'Big Daddy' Michael (and her 
mother for that matter) Fran pondered just what type 
of 'Sunday School' class was going on in there.
 
As Fran walked down the hallway toward the third grade 
room Dave pulled her into the same convenient alcove 
he had used the previous week to insure she still had 
the fishing weight hanging from her clitoris.  Fran 
stood submissively with her legs apart as Dave ran his 
hands over her hairless crotch and dipped his fingers 
into her wet cunt.  Then Dave produced a device from 
his coat pocket and after rubbing it on her pussy for 
lubrication had Fran turn around and bend over.
 
"This," he announced as the pushed it against her rear 
hole.  "is a butt plug.  It is designed so that it 
will stay in your asshole, neither slipping all the 
way in nor falling out until it is removed."  Fran 
moaned as she felt her ass stretch over the wide part 
of the plug.  As Fran's sphincter muscle relaxed 
around the narrow stem of the plug Dave continued, "I 
just wanted to give you a reminder of who owns."  Dave 
pulled Fran to a standing position then reached under 
her cheerleader skirt and checked the plug to insure 
its security.  Fran could feel Dave's hard cock 
bumping into her as he looked at his watch then 
glanced up and down the rapidly emptying hallway.
 
"Go into the women's bathroom and make sure it's empty 
then let me know." Fran walked across the hallway to 
the women's bathroom door, her walk taking on a slight 
'waddle' as she accommodated the butt plug planted 
firmly in her ass.  Fran opened the door then signaled 
Dave when she had determined it to be empty.  Dave 
joined Fran and, giggling, the two of them went into 
the same stall they had used the previous week.  The 
usual thrill of Dave's large cock pounding into Fran's 
cunt was heightened by his body pushing on her newly 
installed but plug with each thrust.
 
"Oh god yes." Fran whispered to her brother, "Fuck 
your nasty little slave." Then Fran bit her knuckle to 
keep from screaming as her orgasm swept over her body.
 
Fran's appearance in the Third Grad classroom, her 
hair mussed and her face flush with excitement, was 
met with open-mouthed stares from the boys in the 
class.  All of the boys, and some of the girls 
suddenly became very clumsy dropping pencils, papers 
and erasers which they had to bend under the table to 
retrieve.  Fran's exhibitionist streak kicked in and 
she spread her legs just enough to give them a glimpse 
of what they were working so hard to see. 
 
After Sunday school the family gathered back together 
and sat in the last pew of a small alcove off to the 
side of the main sanctuary.  It was a small pew with 
just enough room for Fran, Dave, their mother and the 
coach.  Fran was seated in between Dave and the coach, 
Fran's mother was sitting on the other side of Dave.
 
Every time they stood or knelt the coach would stroke 
Fran's naked butt cheeks under her pleated cheerleader 
skirt.  When they would sit the coach would gently 
stroke her inner thighs moving higher and higher as 
the service continued.  When they sat down after the 
last pre-sermon hymn the coach slipped his hand under 
Fran's short cheerleader's skirt and gently massaged 
her inner thigh.  Fran automatically spread her legs 
to allow him greater access to her body.
 
"Maybe next week you can do pulpit service." The coach 
whispered in her ear. 
 
"What? What is 'pulpit service'?" Fran whispered back.  
The coach slipped his hand higher up Fran's thigh 
until his little finger rested against her clitoris.
 
"Each Sunday one of the young lady's in the church is 
chosen to sneak into the bottom part of the pulpit." 
Fran bit her lip suppressing a moan as the coaches 
little finger moved back and forth over her sensitive 
clitoris. "Then while 'Big Daddy'," Fran jumped 
slightly hearing her future daddy use that term, "is 
giving his sermon she crawls up inside his robe and 
sucks him off."  Fran rocked her hips rubbing herself 
on her new daddy's hand while she imagined being in 
the pulpit sucking on 'Big Daddy's' monster cock while 
he preached.  Her new daddy leaned closer, "Big Daddy 
never stops preaching until he's cum twice."
 
Fran struggled to keep from moaning out her pleasure 
as her daddy slipped a finger into her hairless cunt, 
she wrapped her arms around his arm and clamped her 
thighs down on his hand and rocked like she was riding 
a hobbyhorse rubbing her dripping pussy against him.  
Fran looked down and saw her daddy's cock bulging in 
his pants and, stimulated by the sight, rocked even 
harder.
 
Fran's first wave of orgasm washed over her, she 
barely managed to cum without interrupting Father 
Michael's sermon with an ear splitting scream. Fran 
grinned and snuggled closer to her daddy as she 
listened to Father Michael's sermon on 'The Dangers of 
Sexual Sin'.  Her daddy's hand never left Fran's 
crotch during the longish sermon.  Once near the end 
he leaned over and whispered in Fran's ear.
 
"I hope you're a better cock sucker that this bitch 
is.  I'd hate to sit through another sermon this long 
next week."  Fran leaned over to his ear. 
 
"You already know I am Daddy." She whispered causing 
the bulge in his pants to twitch noticeably.  Fran's 
Daddy reached over and, slipping his other hand under 
her cheerleader sweater gently pinched her nipple.  As 
her nipple hardened Fran saw Father Michael pause 
momentarily in his sermon then, his body visibly 
relaxing, grin at the congregation.  "Looks like the 
sermons over she whispered to her daddy."
 
When the music started for the final hymn and Fran's 
new daddy pulled his hand out from under her skirt, 
Fran took his hand and pulled it up to her mouth.  
Staring directly into his eyes Fran licked her own 
cunt juice from her daddy's finger then smiled at him 
and snuggled under his protective arm as they shared 
the same hymnal.  Fran had not been too busy cumming 
to notice that Dave's hands had been all over their 
mother during the sermon. 
 
As Fran, with her Daddy's arm draped over her shoulder 
joined the other parishioners filing out the back door 
of the sanctuary she nudged Dave and pointed to the 
girl sneaking our from behind the pulpit.  Dave looked 
then grinned back at his sister.  The girl was one of 
Carla's erstwhile cohorts. 
 
"Fran here has volunteered to be your special 
assistant next week." The Coach announced to Father 
Michael as they shook hands at the back door. 
 
"Oh wonderful," Father Michael beamed at Fran, "It'll 
be just like old times." He said to her with a wink.  
"I'll plan a much shorter sermon." Fran blushed and 
almost wiggled with pleasure at the implied complement 
of her cock sucking skills.
 
"Well, come on Fran," the coach said taking her arm, 
"Say goodbye to your mother and brother for a while so 
we can go get some lunch and decide what to do with 
ourselves for the rest of the day."
 
"Yes Daddy." Fran said with a smile.
 
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The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.




  
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