A Short Note:
As you may have guessed from the title, this story is actually part
of a series. It (the series, I mean) revolves around an un-named
kiddy-porn film maker, his girlfriend Lisa, and two of their
'regulars': a 12 year old blond girl named Kelly, and a very handsome
but very dyslexic 14 year old boy named Tim. Currently, there are
two stories in the series. I have no plans to add more.
Why post just the second story and not the first (or even both)?
Simply put, while I did enjoy writing the first part of this series,
I think this tale is the best stand alone *story* I've ever written.
It certainly was the hardest to write, and -- perhaps more
importantly -- three years after I first conceived of KELLY2 I can
look at it and not flinch at the writing or dialog. It also delves
into some areas that I've never seen explored in the "traditional"
pedo story, something the first story never attempted. At any rate,
I hope you enjoy it.
Oh yes. it should be quite obvious by the story codes and disclaimer
that this is a pedophilic sex fantasy. The sex is consensual, and
everyone (for the most part) has a Real Good Time, but if the subject
makes you want to go reaching for little red buttons, do yourself a
favor and skip this post. Simple, right?
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This adult text file contains graphic depictions of consensual sex
between minors. It is a sex fantasy, and as such is total, absolute
fiction. The author neither practices, encourages, or condones the
actions described herein. If you are uncomfortable with this subject
or not yet of legal age in your state or country delete this file now.
Copyright 1996, 1999 by Stephen Peters. Permission granted to repost
this story as long as the entire text, including this header and the
authors e-mail address (Sxjames@aol.com), remain intact. I ask that
you do not make this story available in any publicly accessible
archive (the ASSM archive and Dejanews excepted) without the authors
permission.
Published by TYGER with permission from the author.
A very special thanks to The Editor for his help in proofreading this
story. All errors and omissions are the authors alone.
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***** Kelly 2 (The Twins) *****
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by Stephen Peters
CHAPTER 1
I was dreaming. About what I'm not sure (probably sex, the truth be
known) but whatever the subject, it was utterly and completely wiped
out of my head by the harsh, electronic beep of my cell phone. I let
it ring -- once, twice, three times -- and had about made up my mind
to let the bastard ring indefinitely when I felt the poke of Lisa's
knee against my thigh.
"Honey," she said, her voice soft and full of sleep, "be a sweetheart
and answer the god-damned thing."
I dragged my hand from under the pillow, draped it over the
nightstand and pulled the phone to my ear.
"This better be good..." I growled into the mouthpiece.
"Hey, it's Mike! Didn't wake you, did I?" His voice sounded
*entirely* too cheerful.
"No, of course not," I replied, "It's only seven-fucking-thirty in
the morning!" I swear, that man makes a habit of seeing how badly he
can piss me off. If he wasn't the lynch pin that held this whole
thing together...
"Sorry man," Mike continued, ignoring my sarcasm, "but I finally got
that Gervis thing nailed!"
"Oh." I let the silence hang. "You mean you woke me up to tell me
THAT!!"
"Hey -- sorry, buddy. But uh, time is of the essence. We gotta move
on this one fast, before Daddy changes his mind."
"Huh? Come again?" Between trying to get the sleep out of my system
and the dawning realization that I was about to earn a great deal of
money, I wasn't tracking to well.
"Look. Lets just say that...it's a delicate situation. The father's
a uh...family swinger, if you catch my drift, and he's got money
problems but he's scared of putting anything down on film. I had to
do some mighty fancy sweet-talking to get him to agree, and if we
don't act now..."
"Right. Look, this better be for real. You got their birth
certificates?"
"Better than that. Their twins."
"Holy shit," I breathed. Mike was right, we had this one nailed.
By now, Lisa was up on her elbows, staring at me intently. I turned
my head and mouthed the word 'sorry'. Lisa and I had planned a day
off -we were going to take Tim and head up into the hills to do some
cruising on my Harley -- but it looked now like our plans had changed.
"OK," I told Mike, "bring 'em over. 'Bout 10:30 or so. While you're
at it, see if you can round up Kelly. Tim's here and we might as
well make it a two fer'."
"No problem, and hey - you won't be disappointed!" Mike was
absolutely *bubbly*.
"Damn," I mumbled as I hung up the phone, "for this I should'a
charged that old geezer double."
"Who?" Lisa asked.
"Gervis!"
**************
Our clients tend to have very unique perversions -- other than just
being into kids sexually, I mean. One time I did a film consisting
of nothing but a series of girls masturbating with a candle. Not
dildos, not fingers, not two girls doing each other (one of the
perennial favorites) but a candle. A blue candle. And the girls had
to be ten years old and blonde. Of course, some things we get asked
for I do not care to handle, but most of the time we can
'accommodate'. Anyway, about two months ago, I got a referral from a
client who set me up with a 'Mr. Gervis'. I almost never make the
deals face-to-face, but I trusted this individuals judgment, so one
miserably wet day in late February I went to a very fancy
country-club restaurant that Mr. Gervis recommended. I was a little
worried about doing a deal in public, but he insisted that we were
safe -- and apparently he knew what he was doing: as soon as I
introduced myself to the maitre d' I was taken to a private table far
in the back. You can imagine my surprize when a white haired, very
distinguished looking gentleman (yes -- that's exactly the word to
describe him) of about 60 years of age sat down to join me. He got
straight to the point.
"I understand you are in the fantasy business. Catering to
specific...sexual fantasies."
"Actually, I'm in the business of making lots of money the IRS knows
nothing about," I replied.
"Uh...yes," he smiled, "I understand."
"I'm sure you do. Now, without being too blunt about it, what's your
pleasure?"
"Yes, well..." He glanced around a couple of times, then took a
nervous, shallow breath. "I wish to watch two siblings engaged in
sexual intercourse." That's exactly how he put it -- 'siblings in
sexual intercourse'.
"You mean, a brother and sister."
"Precisely."
No problem, I thought, a little dye job on Kelly's hair, get that kid
we used last month--
"Mr. Jones?"
"Yes?"
"I do not wish to view two children that only *look* as if they are
related. I want to see true blood relatives. Twins, if possible."
I paused. "Twins?"
"Yes, if that can be arranged. If not, I understand - but in any
event I will require some assurance that what I am watching is
authentic. Documentation -- the names and birth certificates,
perhaps. And understand, Mr. Jones, if I find out later that you did
not fulfil your end of the bargain, life will become...very
unpleasant for you."
I had the distinct feeling I'd better take Mr. Gervis at his word.
"OK, I'll see what I can do."
"Would it be possible to, uh, actually witness the--"
"NO. Absolutely not. If it happens you will receive a tape via our
mutual acquaintance. If it doesn't, sorry. In any case, I do not
invite 'guests'. It's way too risky."
For a long while, he was silent, staring at me coldly, then all at
once he broke into a satisfied smile.
"Good answer, Mr. Jones! You have the proper instincts for self
preservation -- I appreciate that."
"Comes with the business," I mumbled.
He chuckled, his smiled broadened, and for a moment I thought he was
going to bust out laughing. The man was positively *ecstatic*.
"Yes, I imagine it does," he said, then, after a long wishful sigh,
added, "Shall we discuss money?"
Let's just say I enjoyed the discussion.
CHAPTER 2
By the time I had dragged myself out of bed, showered and shaved Lisa
was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. She was dressed casually,
blue jeans and pullover t-shirt, and for a moment I stood in the
doorway admiring her slim waist, firm butt and the slow, graceful,
utterly feminine way with which she moved about the stove. "Lucky
you," I thought. I greeted her as usual -- a quick squeeze around
the waist and a kiss on the cheek.
"Mornin' hon," she replied, wiping the french toast batter from her
fingers. "You know, Tim was really looking forward to this trip.
You gonna tell him, or do I?"
"Mmmmm...I will. I mean, this *is* business and it's only fair I
break the bad news. Tell you what though, after this job lets take a
vacation - a REAL vacation. Think you can talk old hard-ass into a
week away from the grind?" Lisa, to provide us some legitimate
income cover, works as a topless dancer. She's a very good one, I
might add.
"Well, I can always try." Lisa replied, smiling that far-away smile
she gets when thinking of sun and beaches.
"Hi Mom," came Tim's voice from the doorway, "What's for breakfast?"
"French toast. C'mon over." Tim sauntered over, then Lisa leaned
down and they exchanged a light, open-mouth kiss.
For all practical purposes, Lisa and I are husband and wife. We live
together, share the bills, have a joint checking account, all that
happy domestic horseshit. I will not say we are lovers
because...well, sex with Lisa is very different. You see, Lisa has
been sexually active (quite literally) since she was six years old.
It started innocently enough -- after bath strip-teases for her older
brother, letting him examine her, things like that. Sometimes she
would put on a show for a few of the neighborhood boys, but it wasn't
until a baby-sitter caught her dancing naked for Greg (her brother)
one evening and then more or less forced her to suck him off while
she watched and masturbated that Lisa's 'shows' became truly sexual.
From that point on, sex for Lisa meant performing -- in front of the
guys and later, when one of her girlfriends introduced her to lez
sex, with the girls also. She wasn't bashful about it either. She
tells me that for her eleventh birthday, she hosted a gang-bang for
three of her favorite boys (including Greg) then, that night, did the
equivalent for her girlfriends. Eventually an uncle found out about
his highly sexed niece, made a few inquiries, and set her up.
Between the ages of 11 to 13, Lisa did countless photo shoots and at
least a half dozen kiddie porn films. Unfortunately, the uncle got
careless, Lisa became pregnant, and the whole thing blew up. (The
uncle, I understand, died in prison on child molestation charges.
Lisa, however, never let on about the tapes.) Her folks, a real
bible-thumping lot, kicked her out of the house and there was no one
to take her in except Greg. Lisa does not talk about him alot, but I
know that she was deeply in love with him - more than she will ever
be with me. He did get her to finish high school and put her life
somewhat back in order. Anyway, to make a long story short, two
weeks after Lisa graduated, Greg was killed in an auto accident --
and Lisa was on her own. She tried to make it doing 'legit' (as she
puts it) stuff; waitressing, secretarial work, that sort of thing,
but the truth is Lisa's talent is performing sex, and she finally
worked her way back into the film business. She did a few adult porn
movies, but her heart wasn't into it. She needed kids. Emotionally,
yes -- she wants and needs a 'normal' adult relationship, but
sexually she prefers young teenage boys (like Tim) or, occasionally,
a girl like Kelly. After a while she started looking up her old
contacts. She ran into Mike, he introduced us, and from there we
became...best friends, shall we say. Oh, sometimes we do make love,
but more often than not she simply wants me there, watching while her
and Tim get it on. The camera stuff came as an afterthought; she
picked it up by being around it most of her life. Tim is not her
son, but they like to pretend, and having him around makes things
easier for all of us.
As far as my sexual history goes, you don't want to know.
We sat down to breakfast, and as Lisa predicted, Tim wasn't too
pleased with our change in plans ("fucking bummer" is how he put it).
"Now Tim" Lisa chided "it's just been postponed, that's all. We
still have all day tomorrow, right?" I nodded assent, very ernestly.
"Yeah, well," Tim complained, "we already done two films this week.
Why we gotta do a third?"
"Because," I replied, "the client offered us a whole shitlo- uh, lots
of money to do it, that's why."
Tim took a few more bites of french toast in silence.
"Ummm...do I gotta, like, get involved in this too?" he finally
asked.
I shrugged, "Probably not. The client's more interested in seeing
this pair. However, Kelly will undoubtedly drop by, and if you two
want to work out something for afterwards that's fine by me."
"We'll see..." Tim mumbled, turning his attention back to his
breakfast.
After the dishes were done, Tim helped drag out the lights then Lisa
and I set up the bedroom studio. I didn't have any idea of how
experienced the twins were at this sort of thing, so I figured I
better keep it simple -- two on a bed, standard S&F (suck and fuck)
action. Lisa was just getting the power cords taped down when the
downstairs buzzer went off. I went to the front door and turned on
the security speaker.
"The crews all here." Mike's voice was soft, and he sounded...
tentative? Unsure? I thought for a moment. We have a code word
meaning trouble (law or otherwise) and I spoke it. He replied,
negatively. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Alright Mike, whats up?"
"Ummm, nothing serious...I guess."
"What do you mean - you guess?!"
"Look, just let us in. I'll explain, OK?"
I paused. What could it be? Mike is very good at what he does and I
never had cause to worry -- except at that moment, I finally
identified the tone in his voice. Mike sounded a little like a boy
who was telling his mom he had just thrown a baseball thru the
neighbors window. He'd screwed up -- or at least thought he had.
"Alright," I replied with a sigh. I buzzed them on up.
Kelly, as usual, was the first thru the door -- greeting me with a
smile and Lisa with an enthusiastic hug. Mike appeared next, his
arms draped around two young kids which he half guided, half shoved
thru the doorway.
They were twins alright -- except for the hair style and the two
small mounds (bumps, really) on the chest of the one to Mike's left,
I could hardly tell them apart. The girl was actually kinda pretty;
light brown hair, soft blue eyes, and a pug nose. The boy (of
course) shared her features, but with his short, almost military,
haircut, the look was more handsome than 'pretty-boy'.
"Come on in" I greeted the pair. Mike uncurled his arms from around
their shoulders. The boy wobbled slightly as he introduced himself
and his sister.
"Hi. Uh...I'm Eric. This is Cheryl...Cherie, I mean."
Cheryl raised her hand to her mouth. "Hi" she giggled thru her
fingers, and Eric gave her a sloppy, un-coordinated poke in the ribs.
I took a long look into Cheryl's eyes.
Oh shit. They were both stoked to the gills.
"Mike," I whispered thru clenched teeth, "you better have a damn good
expla-" when I was silenced by the sound of shuffling feet.
Oh shit. Again.
Standing in the doorway, almost hidden behind Mike, was the cutest
little child I'd ever seen. With her shiny blond hair cascading in
loose curls around her shoulders, china blue eyes, round cherub face,
and dressed in a powder-blue knee length dress, she looked every bit
the archetype sweet, innocent angel.
She couldn't have been a day over seven years old.
"Mike," I said quietly, "you *really* better have a good explanation."
CHAPTER 3
"Hey, man -- I'm truly sorry, but that's the way Daddy handed 'em to
me." I had dragged Mike into the far corner of the room, allowing
Lisa to huddle in private with our two thoroughly stoned performers.
Meanwhile, the little girl (who introduced herself as Candice) had
wondered into the middle of the room, staring in fascination at the
floor camera until Tim finally took her hand and lead her away to a
big stuffed chair we keep opposite the bed. Kelly was leaning
against the doorway that separated the bedroom from the hallway,
casually munching on an apple.
"Dammit Mike, you know how I hate surprizes. I expected *two*, not
three, and I expected them ready to perform. Christ, we'll probably
spend half the day waiting for Eric to get it up!
And...what's-her-name..."
"--Cheryl."
"Yeah. And Cherie sure isn't in any shape to assist!"
"OK, OK," Mike soothed, "I know what your thinking, but Daddy-o said
not to worry. Apparently they do this all the time -- get stoned
then fuck up a storm. And believe me, they *do* fuck. I've seen
it." He grinned.
"Yeah, I bet you have." I jerked my head in the direction of Tim and
Candice. "What about her?" I asked.
"He said to take her along -- apparently she's use to this."
"Use to what?" I inquired.
"Getting dumped off in strange places with the twins." Mike replied.
I rolled my eyes. "Right. Look, next time, tell 'Daddy-o' we are
not a babysitting service." I glanced at Candice again; now she was
sitting crosslegged in the chair, on top of Tim's lap, facing him.
Kelly had wandered over to sit on the armrest next to Tim, and as I
watched, Candice tossed her head back, giggling at some story Tim was
telling. God, she was cute!
"Does she...participate?" I let my voice trail.
Mike shrugged.
I've done films featuring girls as young as Candice before, but it's
delicate work. Other than receiving oral sex or perhaps playing with
a guys dick before the main action starts there isn't much a girl her
age will do without considerable persuading. Still, while I didn't
think I was going to be able to use her now, I definitely wanted to
keep Candice in mind for later. Tim, after all, needed to get over
his fear of licking young pussies...
"Well, alright..." I sighed, bringing my thoughts back to the task
at hand, "but I sure hope to hell those two kids can do the job."
**************
Ten minutes later, I was still trying to find out. The twins were
sitting on the edge of the bed, Eric with his lower legs dangling
over the edge while Cheryl had her knees curled to her chest, leaning
against her brother for support. Eric was ready to go -- he had his
shirt off and pants unsnapped -- but Cheryl was having problems.
"Come on babe, it's okay," Eric soothed, wrapping his arm around her
shoulder to keep her from toppling off the bed, "I'll be right here
with you."
Cheryl eyed me with suspicion, and the big floor camera with
something close to dread. Clearly she was uncomfortable with the
camera. That happens sometimes, and when it does, Lisa and I have
learned to deal with it. Usually all it takes is a promise not to
get too close (it *is* rather intrusive), or to use only the
video-cam. Other times we have to use a little...persuasion, shall
we say. I was prepared for that, but I was really hoping to avoid
ganging up on her -- she seemed skittish enough as it was.
"Cheryl," I kept my voice soft and friendly, "I know the camera and
lights are kinda distracting sometimes, but once you get going you'll
forget all about them -- honest."
"You didn't mind it when old man Hanson shot those Polaroids, did
you?" Eric chimed in.
"Yea, but...but..." Her voice trailed into silence.
"Go on" I encouraged.
"That was different. I was fucking Billy, not...not you." Cheryl
turned and put her face against her brothers shoulder.
Oh.
I got it, and so did Lisa. In a flash she had joined them on the
bed, sitting down right next to Cheryl. She put her arm around her,
every bit the loving, concerned adult.
"Cheryl?" she asked gently.
"Huh?"
"Fucking your brother is somethin' special for you, right?"
Cheryl's eyes popped open, then she lifted her head from Eric's
shoulder and twisted around to stare into Lisa's eyes. The look on
Cheryl's face was a mixture of incredulous disbelief and wonder.
"How you know!?" she demanded.
"'Cause I've done it too." Lisa replied softly, matter-of-factly "We
were lovers, just like you and Eric. And one time I let a friend
take pictures of us, just like now. It worked out OK."
For a long while, Cheryl was silent, searching Lisa's face for signs
of a lie. There was none (of course) and once again I thanked my
lucky stars for Lisa.
"Really?" Cheryl sounded almost...hopeful.
"Honest."
Cheryl turned to her brother. "You...you really don't mind?" Eric
shook his head. If Cheryl had only bothered to look down at her
brother's lap she would have had the answer, but that didn't concern
me now. For the first time all afternoon, I felt like we would have
a film.
CHAPTER 4
Slowly Cheryl uncurled herself from her brother's side, then rather
awkwardly (she was still a bit wobbly from the effects of the
maryjane) put her feet on the floor and stood. Lisa grabbed an arm
to steady her, then they both started removing her clothes; Lisa
unbuttoning Cheryl's blouse and sliding it off her shoulders while
Eric unsnapped the fly on his sister's jeans and pushed them down her
legs. Cheryl wore no bra (not that she really needed one) and her
small breasts stood high and proud, the dark nipples hard and erect.
Lisa took a step back, holding Cheryl at arms length while she
appraised the young girls budding womanhood.
"You're very pretty, Cheryl," she said with a warm, genuine smile, "I
think Eric is one lucky guy."
Cheryl giggled.
"Don't I know..." Eric grinned as he sent his sister's panties to
join the jeans about her feet. He held her arms as she clumsily
stepped out of them. Cheryl's pussy mound was covered with a thin
fuzz of brown pubic hair, and as she lifted her legs to step out of
her clothes I caught a quick glimpse of her swollen pussy lips.
Mmmm, I thought, this may turn out better than I expected.
Eric quickly shucked his pants and shorts then climbed onto the bed,
kneeling down to face the foot. His dick was nothing to write home
about (it was maybe two thirds the size of Tim's), but he did have a
nice crop of pubic hair and it made him appear older than his
thirteen years.
"Come on," Eric motioned to his sister, "down in front." Obediently
Cheryl turned and crawled onto the bed, then knelt down on all fours
in front of her brother, her mouth level with his cock. It was
obvious that this position was familiar to them both. I didn't
bother with trying to direct an opening scene; I just stepped back,
turned on the camera, and got them in focus. Meanwhile, Lisa grabbed
the video-cam and quickly sat herself down at the foot of the bed
where she could film Cheryl's bitch-presenting pussy. After an
adjustment or two, Lisa looked up and nodded.
"OK kids," I said softly, "anytime..."
Eric reached down and put his hands on either side of Cheryl's head,
intertwining his fingers in her thick hair. "Cherie..." he said
softly as she looked up. For a long moment, they stared into each
others eyes, then rather abruptly, Cheryl dropped her face, opened
wide, and guided her brother's dick into her waiting mouth. Eric
groaned, softly.
I would have never guessed, but Cheryl turned out to be an inventive
little cock-sucker. She engulfed her brother's cock-shaft, taking it
right down to the root, then sucking hard she slowly raised her head,
allowing Eric's glistening, saliva-coated sex organ to slide from
between her lips. As soon as she got to where only the head remained
in her mouth, she reversed direction and again gobbled his cock. She
did this four or five times, each time giving me (whether or not she
realized it) some great oral close-ups. After the fifth time, she
let Eric's dick slip completely from her mouth, so she could lick the
shaft. The pink of Cheryl's small tongue contrasted nicely with
Eric's dark purple cock-head, and I enjoyed the way she lovingly
licked at Eric's flared piss-hole (it's as if she were trying to coax
more of her brother's pre-cum onto her tongue). After a while, she
turned her attention to his balls, gently sucking each testicle in
turn, while at the same time reaching back to grab her own pussy.
Lisa quickly brought the camera up close, getting some exquisite
shots of Cheryl's finger slipping back and forth across her little,
pink clit while I filmed Cheryl licking up and down her brother's
cock-shaft. Before long, the little teen had worked both her
brother's dick back into her mouth and a finger into her vagina. She
resumed her bob and suck action, but this time Eric started thrusting
back.
"Mmmm...no," she mumbled quietly, putting the hand from her crotch
and placing it against his hips to slow his fucking motions. Again
the two sibs exchanged long gazes, only this time Cheryl had her
brother's dick deep in her mouth.
"I wanna be inside you," Eric groaned.
Cheryl nodded, then releasing her brothers dick, flopped over onto
her back, legs spread. Her eyes never left her brothers face.
"Please...make me cum." Her voice was soft and pleading. "I wanna
cum so bad, can't ya do that for me, huh?" Cheryl had most
definitely forgotten all about Lisa and me. "Yeah, fer sure," Eric
answered, very casual like, then he quickly scrambled over to kneel
between her legs.
"Eric," Lisa called softly, "Try lifting her knees up so I can..."
It was no use -- Eric wasn't paying any attention to us either. He
stretched himself over his sister's spread eagle form, supporting
himself by one elbow as he reached down to grab his dick.
"Ready?" he asked as he pressed his saliva-slicked cock head against
Cheryl's weeping pussy.
"Okay, just make me cu-- Oouuuuuh!" Her words dissolved into a sharp
gasp of pain as Eric collapsed on top of her, driving his cock into
her body in one fast, hard stroke.
Lisa winced. "Not very elegant, is he?" she mouthed silently. I
nodded.
It wasn't very good sex. After the initial penetration, Eric propped
himself up onto his elbows and then proceeded to pound his manhood
into his sister's pussy -- and he wasn't particularly imaginative
about it, either. It was just thrust, withdraw, thrust; hell, it was
as if he were trying to *stab* her with the damned thing. For her
part Cheryl had both hands wrapped around Eric's ass cheeks, trying
to force him into some kind of steady rhythm, but Eric didn't (or
couldn't) respond. Cheryl's face was a blank - eyes closed and lips
slightly parted as she concentrated on the mechanics of fucking while
all Eric did was drop his head down and grunt in time with his
thrusts. There was no kissing, no dirty talk, no lustful grins, no
loving smiles -- no nothing. We couldn't even get a 'cock in pussy'
shot; Eric had his thighs together, and after a few moments of
twisting and turning, Lisa gave up and set the cam-corder aside. Oh
well, I thought, it wasn't the hottest sex I'd ever filmed, but it
was sex and Mr. Gervis couldn't very well complain. I turned to ask
Lisa if she wanted to try a few shots with the floor camera when I
caught something out of the corner of my eye.
Well now, Mr. Gervis *could* complain.
CHAPTER 5
It was Candice. She was still sitting in Tim's lap, but instead of
facing him, she had turned to sit with her back to Tim's chest. Her
legs were splayed wide, feet dangling over the edge of the chair, and
with one hand, Tim had bunched up the front of her dress to her
waist. Tim's other hand was softly stroking the inside of her
milky-white thigh, down low where it met her crotch. Candice,
meanwhile, had both hands cupped over her panty-clad pussy mound and
was furiously rubbing up and down -I mean, that kid was really
getting into it! I motioned to Lisa to grab the cam-corder, this was
simply to good to pass up! I checked my video monitor one last time,
making sure I still had the floor camera trained on the twins, then I
turned my full attention to Tim and Candice.
Candice had leaned the back of her head against Tim's chest and her
eyes were tightly closed; she was not aware of Lisa or the video-cam
pointed directly at her lewdly exposed crotch. However, Tim was --
and with a sly grin, he slipped the tip of his middle finger under
the legband of Candice's frilly panties. Candice paused for just a
second, then spread her legs even wider! Another of Tim's fingers
disappeared into her panty leg - he appeared to be working his
fingertips into Candice's pussy slit even as the little seven year
old continued to palm her cunny. Suddenly, Candice stopped, grabbed
Tim's hand, and started sawing his fingers up and down her crotch.
"C'mon....rub meeeeee!" she whined, franticly undulating her hips.
By this time Lisa was motioning for Tim to pull Candice's crotch
panel aside so she could get a clear shot. Tim let go of the front
of Candice's dress, but Kelly -- who had been watching the preceding
from her perch on the armrest -- beat him to it: she reached down,
and with one swift motion, jerked Candice's panties aside, revealing
her pussy in all it's plump, pre-pubescent loveliness.
I don't think I've ever seen such a pretty, well developed pussy on a
girl Candice's age. The lips were red, swollen and slightly parted,
revealing the inner pink of her most private little-girl places. Her
mons was very prominent, with a deep cleft, and her clit was clearly
visible, peaking above her labia. Tim had his fingers on either side
of Candice's vulva, and as I watched, he pulled the little girls
pussy lips completely apart, exposing her vagina and the rest of her
clitoris.
"God, look at that thing!" Kelly exclaimed.
Her clit was HUGE, dangling from her labia at least an inch. Kelly
slid off the armrest then twisted around to kneel at the side of the
chair, her head bent over Candice's lap in wonder. By this time, of
course, Candice was well aware that her pussy was uncovered, but she
seemed not to care -- after a moments hesitation, she simply slid her
hand under Tim's and went right back to rubbing her oversized
sex-button. Tim, still holding Candice's pussy wide open, extended
his middle finger and pressed it against the little girl's vagina.
Candice twisted and turned, rubbing her slit up and down Tim's
extended digit as she worked to bring herself off. Meanwhile, Kelly
dropped her head lower, bringing her mouth closer and closer to the
little girl's cunny.
"Wait, Kel-" Lisa warned as she stood up and moved to one side,
seeking a better position. Kelly tore her eyes away from Candice's
crotch long enough to figure out where Lisa was standing, then with a
quick jerk of her head, flipped her hair out of the way. She
remained poised thus, looking at Lisa, waiting. Lisa pulled the
video-cam back to her shoulder.
"Go ahead," Lisa voiced, and the words were barely out of her mouth
before Kelly had her head turned and her tongue buried smack in the
middle of Candice's sex slit.
It was as if someone had hit Candice with an electric charge. She
didn't make a sound or cry out, she just went totally stiff; raising
her butt off of Tim's lap as her body clenched. Kelly made little,
wet huffing and puffing sounds, twisting her head back and forth as
she licked the seven-year-old's cunt. Meanwhile, Tim, while
continuing to hold Candice's pussy lips spread for Kelly's tongue,
placed his other hand over Candice's chest and started twisting her
nipples thru the fabric. There was no doubt that between them Tim
and Kelly were going to drive the youngster to a climax -- Candice's
stiffened legs started to tremble as she ground her crotch into
Kelly's face. Suddenly, Candice let out a little cry and collapsed,
her body limp. Kelly kept her face buried between Candice's legs
until the little blond pushed her away, then Kelly too seemed to
collapse, sinking back on her haunches as she pulled her head from
Candice's lap. With a long, ragged sigh, Candice rolled onto her
side, and in the few seconds before Kelly released the crotch of
Candice's panties, I (and Lisa) got a great view of the young girl's
shiny pussy, newly wet with Kelly's saliva. Candice finally pulled
her knees to her chest, curling herself into a little ball in Tim's
lap, a relaxed after-cum smile on her face. Lisa and I stared at one
another in amazement.
"Wow, that was HOT!" Lisa exclaimed, and I was about to add my own
exclamation when we were interrupted by the sound of the headboard
banging against the wall.
CHAPTER 6
Throughout Tim and Candice's impromptu sex show, Eric had continued
to bang away at his sister, to the point where he had managed to
slide both their bodies several inches closer to the head of the bed.
I turned back to my camera monitor, expecting to see only a pair of
headless torsos fucking away, but luck was with me - they were both
still in frame. Eric seemed to have slowed down some, but he was
still thrusting very hard, and the intense, slack-jawed expression on
his face told me that he was close to cumming. Cheryl, I think, had
given up trying to guide her brother and was content merely to take
his dick and hope she could get to orgasm before he did. Every once
in a while she would groan about cumming. The twins kept at this
hard, eriely silent, animalistic coupling for another minute or two
before Eric suddenly pulled up short, visibly straining his crotch
against his sisters.
"AUGGGGGGGGGG.....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK!!"
He came with a loud groan, his body rigid and shaking. Cheryl raised
her legs off the bed, then slammed them back down as her brother fell
on top of her. "Uffff! -- Damn you!" Cheryl cried, voice full of
irritation, and then the two teens lay tangled together, Eric
sprawled over his sister, Cheryl's fingers digging into his ass
cheeks as she continued to press her brother's dick into her pussy.
Eventually Cheryl dropped her hands from her brothers butt and lay
still. That was it, and after a bit I reached up and turned off the
camera.
Mr. Gervis had his film.
CHAPTER 7
"Off me," Cheryl groaned.
Slowly Eric raised himself off his sisters body till he was sitting
on his haunches, his slimy, sperm covered dick dangling limp between
his legs. Cheryl's hips were slowly rotating and she kept tightening
her ass cheeks -- it was as if she were still absorbing the thrusts
of some private, unseen lover. The room was silent, save for Eric's
deep breathing and Cheryl's soft, guttural moaning. Even Candice and
Tim had quieted down. I glanced around and noticed that Candice,
while still curled in Tim's lap, was now staring at her older brother
in rapt, wide-eyed attention.
"Make...me...cum!" Cheryl groaned again, and there was no way we
could miss the demanding, almost *angry* frustration in her tone.
"Uh...yeah, right...like I, uh, I will babe..." His voice trailed
into an embarrassed silence. Eric stared down at his sister's widely
spread legs, dragged a shaky hand thru his short hair, then glanced
up quickly at the camera. I caught a look of desperation, mixed with
something close to panic.
He'd failed her, and judging by the way he was acting, this wasn't
the first time. He muttered something under his breath then started
looking about franticly: first at me, then back over his shoulder at
Lisa, then at Tim and Candice. Tim had his head bowed, lips pressed
against Candice's soft curls as he whispered something in her ear.
Eric stared at the two, in silence.
"Hey - you!" Eric called sharply. Tim lifted his head, startled.
"You wanna piece?" he asked, nodding his head in the direction of
his sister. "I mean...she's got a real tight pussy -- really gets a
guy off, ya know." To that last statement he added a weak, pleading
smile.
It took a few seconds before Eric's 'offer' (if that's what you could
call it) registered, and when it did poor Tim didn't quite know how
to handle it -- he stared at Eric, bewildered, unsure what to do
next. He looked to Lisa for direction, but she just raised her hands
and shrugged, indicating that the decision was up to him. Kelly, for
her part, sat on the floor at his feet, a big smirk on her face (I
think she was enjoying this, and I don't mean sexually). Tim finally
looked down at Candice, who was staring back at him with that same
wide-eyed attention she had earlier bestowed on her older brother.
"Is he for real?" Tim asked, incredulously. The little seven year
old didn't really understand the full question, at least like you or
I would, but she knew what Tim was getting at.
"Sometimes, you know, Eric does stuff like this."
I think that's what Tim needed to hear. He paused for a moment, then
after a thoughtful nod slid Candice off his lap and got to his feet.
CHAPTER 8
"Alright, I'm game," Tim said quietly as he pulled his sweatshirt
over his head. His cock was tent-polling the front of his sweats,
and as Eric crawled over his sister's body to sit down next to her
head, Tim pulled off his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear (Tim
rarely did) and Eric stared openly at his stiff dick.
"Hey, man, be easy with her," Eric warned.
Tim ignored him; his attention was focused completely on Cheryl's
young body as he climbed onto the bed to kneel between her thighs.
Cheryl's eyes were half-closed and she had a hand cupped over her
pussy, rubbing herself. As I watched, she dipped a finger into her
cum filled vagina, then scooped up a drollup of her and her brother's
combined sex-juices and smeared them across her clit. Softly she
groaned Eric's name -- she didn't seem to realize that he was no
longer between her legs. Tim took Cheryl's hand and gently moved it
out of the way, then slipped his own hands under her knees.
"Cheryl?" he called softly.
Slowly Cheryl opened her eyes. "Huh?" she voiced in confusion.
"You need to spread as wide as you can -- OK?" Tim kept his voice
soft and matter of fact, "It's for the camera. Don't worry," he
quickly added, "I'm not gonna hurt you -- this'll get you off real
good." With a shy, almost apologetic smile, he tugged at her legs,
and after a moments hesitation, Cheryl relaxed, letting Tim pull her
knees back to her chest till her pussy was pointing straight up at
the ceiling. Cheryl glanced down at her lewdly exposed cunt, then
back up at Tim. Her eyes were wide and round in wonder (and a touch
of fear, I think).
"Your gonna..." her voice was all soft and whispery like, "...with
me like this?"
Tim nodded.
"Ohhh..." Cheryl breathed. Tim scooted into position, his cock
lined up directly with Cheryl's cuntal opening. Suddenly he stopped,
eyeing Cheryl's crotch. Eric had deposited quite a load of semen
into his sister's belly and the overflow was everywhere -- running
down her ass cheeks, smeared across her thighs. For a long while,
Tim gazed silently at Cheryl's cum soaked pussy. Finally he turned
and looked back over his shoulder at Lisa.
"Uh...you mind if I use a condom?" Tim asked, rather sheepishly.
Eric, who had been hunched over his sisters face, caressing her hair,
looked up -- completely startled.
"Huh?" he voiced. Then, "hey, HEY! -- You sayin' my sister ain't
clean enough for you!!?" Eric glared darkly at Timothy, and I
noticed he had one hand curled into a loose fist. Oh no, I thought,
just what we need.
"Uh..." Tim's voice was soft, wary, "N-no. I just...you know..."
"Eric," Lisa interrupted, "some guys don't like sloppy seconds,
that's all. It's nothing personal -- right Tim?" Timothy nodded,
eagerly. "Besides," Lisa continued, and her voice took on a harder
edge, "I was going to ask him to use one anyway. Standard
precautions, you understand." She smiled, but it was without humor.
Eric glared at Tim for a while longer, then finally shook his head
and went back to caressing his sister's face. I started breathing
again.
Lisa quickly produced the little foil covered condom packet and
tossed it onto the bed. Timothy, just as quickly, tore it open with
his teeth and rolled the latex onto his shaft. As Lisa took her
position at the foot of the bed, Tim, once again, got himself and
Cheryl properly situated.
"Alright folks, one more time," I said. Cheryl closed her eyes.
I really enjoy a good penetration shot, and Tim had set Lisa up for a
doozy. With Cheryl's legs tucked tightly to her chest and her pussy
pointing skyward, all he had to do was lean forward and down, and he
did -- parting her swollen pussy lips with his dick, revealing the
coral red of Cheryl's inner pussy. Ever so slowly Tim pressed his
bulbous cock head into Cheryl's sex channel, and as it sank past the
tightened opening, she let out a small gasp. Tim hesitated for a
second, checking Cheryl's face for signs of pain, then resumed his
slow but unstoppable penetration. By now Lisa had crawled up onto
the bed to join them. She had the camera as close as she could get
it; inches from Cheryl's asshole and pussy, filming the young teen's
pussy lips as they molded themselves around Tim's thick, invading
cock shaft. It was magnificent. Pretty soon, Tim had himself balls
deep into her pussy. He leaned over, pressing his pubic bone against
Cheryl's clit. Cheryl responded by softly moaning; it was as if
Tim's deeply buried dick was pressing the air out of her lungs and
across her vocal cords.
"Uhhh...pleeeeeezzzzzz..." groaned Cheryl.
Tim backed off a little, raising his body just enough to let Cheryl
slip her legs out from under his chest. Cheryl practically knocked
the camera out of Lisa's hand as she straightened out, then almost
immediately Cheryl wrapped her feet around Tim's ankles and her arms
around Tim's lower back. Tim, with his strong arms taking most of
his weight, started rotating his hips in a slow, easy fuck.
"Oh God," Cheryl whispered in a trembley voice.
"Hang on, babe," Tim replied, kissing the top of her head. Cheryl
wasn't exactly a small girl but Tim seemed to tower over her, his
muscular body tense and hard. He swung his hips back and forth in a
wide arc, and I'm pretty sure (based on Cheryl's quiet gasps) that he
was hitting the bottom of her cuntal passage on every downstroke.
After the first few thrusts, Cheryl started working her feet up Tim's
legs, opening her cunny wide, shifting her pelvis so that her clit
ground against Tim's pubic bone. Eric was still kneeling beside his
sister, holding her head in his hands as he caressed the side of her
face.
"Good for ya?" Eric whispered.
"GoonnnaaaCummmmmm..." Cheryl groaned.
"You bet....." Tim added, driving his hips harder now against
Cheryl's wide open crotch. Cheryl arched her back, splaying her legs
flat against the bed. Tim bent his head, taking a quick lick at her
nipple.
"Ahhhhh...just fuck me!" Cheryl whined as she pulled his face
towards hers. They tried to kiss, but there mouths hardly made
contact before parting -- Cheryl was simply too far gone. She was
gasping for air, turning her head from side to side when Tim finally
took her over the edge.
"Oh god...Oh no...Oh no...Oh NO...OHHHHHHHHAGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!"
It's been a long time since I've seen anyone cum as hard as Cheryl
did that day. She simply lost control, wildly bucking her crotch
against Tim's pubis, throwing her body back and forth, her screams of
ecstasy so loud it had me wondering if she was going to be able to
talk afterwards (Mike told me later she literally pegged the sound
meter). Tim gave her a few more good, hard fucks then he too started
to cum, his deep groans adding to the din. God, it was wild! Tim
finished his cum quickly, but Cheryl must have remained in climax for
a good twenty seconds before issuing a final, high pitched whoop and
collapsing, her limp body pinned underneath Tim's prostrate form.
After all the screaming, the sudden silence was actually kind of
unnerving. I turned to Lisa, but she was staring intently at
Cheryl's face. Cheryl was softly weeping, tears leaking from her
tightly closed eyes. Eric quickly took his sisters head in his hands
again.
"Oh babe -- it's okay," he whispered.
"Is she alright?" Tim asked. I was wondering the same thing.
"Yeah," Eric mumbled. He was bent low over his sisters head, kissing
her cheek and wiping the tears. "She gets this way sometimes." He
looked up, eyeing Tim.
"Uh...you done her good," He bit his lower lip. "Thanks," he added,
soft and embarrassed like, then went back to comforting his sister.
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After that, we were all pretty exhausted, and Cheryl seemed
absolutely drained, clinging tightly to her brother as he and Lisa
got her cleaned up and back into her clothes. Candice (whom we had
all sort of forgotten about) wondered over to sit on the edge of the
bed with Tim, leaning her head against Tim's chest as he absently
stroked her curls. Lisa managed to get Mike into a corner (out of
earshot of the twins) to say a few words about getting Candice back
for a session all her own. Afterwards, I thanked Eric and Cheryl
then handed the money to Mike.
"What'd I tell you?" he grinned.
"I know, I know..." I replied. With that Mike hustled the kids out
of the room.
Tim was still sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing silently at the
door when Kelly got to her feet.
"Hey, Tim, you were great!"
"Yeah, thanks," Tim replied, absently.
"No, really--" Kelly's voice was soft and sincere, "--it uh...it
really turned me on -- if ya know what I mean."
Tim looked at Kelly quizzically, then followed her gaze down to his
dick.
"Oh." He said quietly.
"I think what Kelly is trying to say," Lisa added as she sauntered
over to join them, "is that between Cheryl and that little act with
Candice you got us both creaming our panties."
Tim looked at Lisa, then at Kelly.
"Bo- both of you?" Tim replied, his eyes growing wide.
"Don't worry hon' -- your young." Lisa smiled sweetly, her eyes
twinkling. She reached for his hand and pulled Tim upright, then
both Kelly and Lisa put an arm around his waist.
"Hey, at least let me wash up first!" he protested with a laugh.
"No problem," Lisa replied, guiding him to the door, Kelly in tow.
As she got to the door, she looked over her shoulder at me, smiling.
"Care to join us?" she asked.
Well, I thought to myself, our vacation has started a bit early.
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Regards,
S.P.