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Hello,
This story is so hot that I cannot stop reading until I have finished
all the chapters that have been posted. I only wish I was a part of
this make believe family I am assuming. I want to read more about this
family.
Dwight
Incest Man wrote:
> http://www.incesttabooo.com/mykds06.html
>
> My Kids
>
> Chapter Six
>
> The Business
>
> The idea that had briefly introduced itself to my mind a
> few weeks earlier was slowly developing into a full-scale
> plan now. As I lay in bed the night before our next
> session, I decided to bring it up with all the kids. We
> would vote on it and anyone who did not want to take part
> would not have to. We were a voluntary, democratic group.
>
> Saturday morning came and I watched the bustling breakfast
> scene as preparations were made for the day's lesson. This
> was our tenth week and all the girls had had intercourse
> except Sadie, the twins and their friends, Linda and Lori.
> These younger girls were treated to digital and oral
> stimulation and provided the same for the rest of us. Tom
> and Steven had fucked each of the girls at least once
> (except those noted above) and Juanita and Susie twice.
>
> It was, in fact, while watching a quadruple coupling
> between the younger girls, Linda, Lori, Samantha and Sandra
> that the plan crystalized in my mind. Lori, the oldest of
> the quartet, had told the other three girls to lie next to
> each other on their backs, join hands, and spread their
> slender legs as far apart as they would go. Smart kid,
> this opened their little twats up so you could see quite a
> way inside. Then Lori, moving quickly from one pussy to
> the next inserted her tongue into each open cunt until all
> three were glowing red from the stimulation and glistening
> from Lori's saliva. She had all three of them moaning in
> unison as she slipped her tongue into each twat and backed
> out as it came into contact with a little hymen. One
> stroke, move to the next pussy, one stroke, next, and so
> on, all the while jamming a finger in and out of her own
> juicy little seven-year-old cunt. It was a stirring
> display of energy, one that I became determined to capture
> on film.
>
> A week earlier I had finally fucked little Jenny and she
> turned out to be tighter than she appeared, but I fear that
> her father had injured her insides. She seemed much deeper
> than a girl her age should be and there seemed to be no
> bottom to her pussy although her vaginal contractions were
> as stimulating of any of the girls. I doubted that she
> would ever be able to bear children, though. Her father
> had already seen to that.
>
> I was sitting on a chair with Jenny on my lap, my cock
> buried to the hilt inside her pussy as I watched these four
> little girls pushing their little tongues into each others'
> childish little cunts. The tactile stimulation of Jenny's
> talented cunt muscles and the visual stimulation of the
> tongue-fucking taking place on the floor gave the biggest
> orgasm I had had in weeks. My cum blasted into Jenny's
> cunt, almost forcing her upward from my lap. We both
> watched as it slowly seeped out of her pussy around my
> tightly grasped cock. It was incredibly exciting for both
> of us and I decided that the time had come to present the
> idea to everyone.
>
> That Saturday Jenny, Juanita and Tom had slept over and the
> brownies showed up at about ten-thirty so by the time
> breakfast ended we were all present and could begin our
> meeting. I had warned everyone the week before that there
> would be an important discussion prior to our lesson so
> everyone was prepared and a bit curious. We all filed into
> the family room, got comfortable and I began the
> discussion.
>
> "Kids," I was a bit nervous because I was uncertain what
> their reaction might be and I wanted this to succeed. I
> continued, "I have an idea that might make us a lot of
> money, so much money that we would never have to work again
> and we could do anything we wanted, go anywhere we wanted,
> and basically become totally independent." I looked at
> them. The older kids looked interested and curious, but
> the younger ones seemed not quite to understand where I was
> going. "What I have in mind involves a video camera."
>
> Susie and Tom looked at each other, as did Steven and
> Juanita. Jenny and Stephanie seemed to understand what I
> was suggesting as well.
>
> "It seems that everyone these days," I went on, "has an
> exercise or a weight loss video on the market. Well, we
> can do that too. We can make videos, but we can make our
> videos more interesting and more exciting. We can make an
> exercise video too, but we can do our exercises naked. We
> can make training videos for teaching people sex
> techniques, we can even make cooking videos or weight loss
> videos, all of them naked. And we can sell those videos
> for a lot of money."
>
> Now they all understood. Sadie may not have had a true
> understanding of the value of money, but she understood
> doing exercises with no clothes on. The older kids were
> nodding in agreement and even the six and seven year olds
> were smiling in anticipation of seeing themselves in the
> movies. There was little doubt that we would soon be in
> the video business. The only question remaining was to
> find a safe way to market the product. After all, it was
> utterly illegal and in the minds of some, immoral.
>
> I finished the presentation. "I have already purchased all
> the necessary equipment and will find the necessary
> contacts for distributing the finished product. Lots of
> people will pay handsomely for videos of all you beautiful
> kids doing what we have been doing for the past ten weeks.
> All that is needed is your 'ok' to go ahead with it. What
> do you say?"
>
> I held my breath as they looked briefly around at each
> other. Finally, Susie, bless her heart, said, "let's get
> rich," to which all the others burst into a loud cheer. It
> was settled, we were going into the kiddie porn business,
> hopefully in a big way, financially speaking.
>
> Susie walked over to me and threw her arms around my neck.
> "Daddy," she said coyly, "can me and you do the first movie
> together?"
>
> I smiled at her and said, "Honey, you and I can do as many
> movies together as your little heart desires. The only
> thing we need is to get someone trained to run the camera."
>
> Steven, Tom and Susie helped me set up the lights and wire
> them to the small control panel. There were four floods
> and four spots, each wired to a separate switch so each
> could be on or off regardless of the state of the others.
> I had purchased a four channel mixer and two microphones so
> that we could use 'live' sound although I suspected that we
> might eventually want to do sound editing. We set the
> mikes into the booms I had bought and put them into place,
> finally plugging them into the mixer for stereo sound. We
> tested each of the lights and when it all seemed to be
> operational we installed one camera on the tripod and the
> other would be used by hand (for closeups). It took the
> better part of two hours so we decided to have lunch before
> beginning our foray into the video industry.
>
> After lunch I instructed Tom, Steven, Susie, Stephanie and
> Jenny in the operation of the cameras, sound equipment and
> lights. I showed them how to pan slowly, how to fade, how
> to cut, how to zoom in or out and, more importantly, when
> to do these things. This took up pretty much the rest of
> the day and by dinner time we were all pretty tired. The
> little kids had been playing either in the house or in the
> back while all the lessons had been going on and I had been
> formulating something of a script in my mind that would
> involve everyone, something of an introduction to our sexy
> family. Just before dinner we all got together once more
> and agreed that the next afternoon we would make our first
> video. I had gotten another idea as well, one even more
> dangerous that the first.
>
> Sunday morning, the usual semi-nude breakfast show took
> place. Eggs, bacon, toast, coffee (for me), pancakes and
> bare or pantied ass. Very nice, try it some time. Having
> a naked little girl pouring your coffee or slipping a plate
> of eggs in front of you is delightful. As you sip the
> coffee and take a bite of toast, watching that tight little
> ass wiggle away is pure delight.
>
> All the guests except Jenny had gone to their respective
> homes and were going to return later in the day. Steven
> had taken to wearing pants all the time because he seemed
> to have a perpetual hard-on, what with all these naked
> little girls around. Susie usually wore panties in the
> kitchen and the rest of the kids were either completely
> naked or wore only their nighties. After breakfast they
> usually dressed and went about the business of being kids
> or did whatever chores needed to be done. We seemed to
> have a great deal of rapport and no one seemed to gripe too
> much about having too much to do or about someone else not
> doing their fair share. We got along amazingly well. Oh,
> there were arguments and occasional spats, but they were
> kept to a minimum and were usually settled quickly and
> amicably.
>
> Around one o'clock the other kids began to straggle in. By
> one-thirty everyone was there except Juanita. She was
> always punctual and her not being here by this time was
> worrying me. When two o'clock rolled around and still no
> Juanita I decided to check on her. "Susie, come with me.
> I'm going to see what happened to Nita."
>
> I slowed the car as we neared Nita's house. It was
> run-down, but then so were all the houses in the
> neighborhood, and it looked deserted. As I drove by it
> Susie scanned it for any sign of life. None. I turned at
> the next street and found the alley which ran behind the
> row of houses on the street.
>
> "There she is," cried Susie, "what's the matter with her?"
>
> Juanita was crouched behind a wooden fence in back of her
> house, one hand clutching her stomach, the other dangling
> at her side. I stopped the car, we both got out and ran to
> Nita. She rose when she saw us and said, "No, go away, go
> away." She was crying. When I got to the fence I saw why.
> A man was standing a few feet away from her, partially
> hidden by the wooden garage next to the fence. He had a
> baseball bat in his hands and was holding it over his head.
> I saw the movement out of the corner of my eye the same
> instant I spotted the man and managed to rush him before
> the bat had gotten into full swing. He dropped the bat and
> grabbed at my throat with both hands. Interlocking my
> fingers I brought both hands up into the underside of his
> jaw. His jaw snapped shut, chipping some teeth and, I
> hoped, biting the tip of his tongue off. As he
> straightened up, bringing a hand to his mouth, I slammed
> both fists hard into his groin and heard the sickening
> crunch of his balls being crushed into his body. He
> groaned loudly and doubled over toward me. I grabbed the
> back of his head and drove my knee squarely into his face.
> He crumpled to the ground, out cold and bleeding. He would
> need dental work, facial reconstruction and maybe a
> urologist.
>
> Susie and Juanita were waiting in the car as I limped
> toward it. I was out of breath and my neck was bruised
> from where he had grabbed it, but was otherwise alright. I
> got into the car and we sped off for home.
>
> Juanita was still sobbing as we drove away. She had a
> little blood in the corners of her mouth and her left arm
> was broken. The bastard, I found out he was her
> step-father, had hit her in the stomach with the baseball
> bat. She had tried to defend herself against the blow with
> her arm and it had caught most of the force. I took her to
> the emergency clinic right away. After arguing with me
> that they needed a parent to sign, I convinced them that I
> was her legal guardian and would pay cash. That opened the
> door, but they would have to file a report because she was
> a child. They checked her out, ran a couple of tests, and
> fixed the arm. Fortunately, it was a simple fracture of
> the ulna. They put a cast on the arm, gave her some pills
> for pain, told her to watch for blood in the urine and
> feces, there might be something internal, they said. 'Call
> back in three days for the test results' they said as we
> left.
>
> On the way home Susie asked me if Nita could move in with
> us, explaining that she and Juanita had already discussed
> it and had decided that since they were best friends they
> would like living together. She said that Juanita could
> help her keep the house clean, help her cook and take care
> of the other kids and me, (I liked that part), and that
> Nita had already said that she wanted to. I looked at
> Juanita in the backseat. She was worn out from the beating
> she had taken and drowsy from the drugs she had been given,
> but she smiled and nodded affirmatively in response to my
> questioning look.
>
> I considered the possibilities. Kidnapping. Even if the
> kid agrees to go and does so willingly, the law still says
> it's kidnapping. What about her parents? Her father beat
> her regularly, damn near killed her this time, probably
> raped her occasionally, her mother was in Mexico somewhere,
> she had not heard from her in over three years. The only
> question was if the father would try to get her back. I
> decided to let her move in if she wanted to, I could handle
> the father. When I said 'ok' Juanita smiled broadly and
> giddily and Susie threw her arms around my neck and kissed
> me on the cheek. Then leaning her head on my shoulder, she
> said, "Me and Nita have already decided that we want to do
> a movie with just us and you. We'll call it 'Double Duty
> Daddy'." Both girls giggled mightily and I damn near drove
> off the road.
>
> "Good name," I said. The more I thought about it, the
> better it sounded.
>
> It was eight in the evening before everyone settled down in
> the family room. Questions were flying everywhere and
> Susie and I were doing our best to answer them. We had put
> Nita to bed, the poor kid was so giddy that she was singing
> Cielito Lindo as I half carried her up the stairs.
>
> "Ay, ay, ay, ay....shh!" she kept saying when she got too
> loud. Actually, she had a pretty good voice. Maybe that
> could be a selling point. You know; sing a verse...suck a
> cock...sing a chorus...eat a pussy...sing another
> verse...fuck a little...sing the final verse and chorus to
> a rousing ejaculation. Hell of a show, boy, we'll go on
> tour.
>
> It had become clear, however, that we couldn't stay where
> we were. Nita's father would want his daughter back and
> the authorities would assist him, no doubt. She told us of
> his friends, a tough bunch of hard-drinking men who, in
> their younger days had worked the fields of California and
> built strong muscle as a result of the hard work. They
> were proud and would not stand still for one of their own
> being so soundly defeated by a gringo. Now, they no longer
> worked the fields, no longer worked at all, the government
> saw to that by subsidizing them, so they had lots of time
> to drink and think up mischief.
>
> By the time I went to bed I already had the place picked
> out. It was only a matter of preparing the kids and then
> getting us all and the things we wanted to take with us to
> our destination, our new home.
>
> Continued...
>
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