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 Author: Milliford Jones
Title: Hard Boiled Incest: Case of the Ancient Ring Rat
Universe: Passions of the Perverted
Summary: PI Daryl Wickham and Sharyl, his incestuous twin sister, dig
into the mystery of an old wresting groupie's collection of memorabilia.
Keywords: MF, inc, oral, anal, ws, ped, comedy
   Disclaimer
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   Imagine stepping into an adult book store.  It smells like a mix of
cheap men's cologne and dark desires.  You go into a booth and see a
selection of animated movies.  Not the real thing, no real actors.  Anime,
it is.  Hentai.  It takes place in a universe where no one gets killed.  No
one gets hurt without having the hurt assauged.  No one gets fucked up
physically or emotionally without eventually resolving it.  And love
counts. This is the fictional universe of Passions of the Perverted.
   Please note these tales are intended for adults only.  They are
obviously fantasy and have n o correlation with the real world.  The
characters are likewise totally fictitious.  I neither endorse or take part
in any of the acts described, except for that act of fantasy itself, which
allows for extreme behavior and exploration, but does not even begin to
suggest that such behavior is appropriate.
   This disclaimer is unfortunately necessary in a world where even fantasy
is often deemed illegal, despite the fact that it is much healthier and
worlds safer than much less extreme actual risk taking behavior.
   It is with this vision and these parameters I present
   HARD BOILED INCEST - THE CASE OF THE ANCIENT RINGRAT
   Me and Sis were starting of our workday with our usual routine.  I was
hunching her tight twat from behind.  It's great when twins fuck.  They are
so in tune with each other they know what to do without being asked.  Like
me, for instance.  I knew deep in my heart my blond twin wanted a good butt
fucking that morning without her even saying a word, so when she screamed
bloody murder when I switched holes without warning, I totally ignored her.
She squealed like a scalded pig and wiggled her beautiful pale white bubble
butt as if to get away, but I knew what she needed, so I latched on tight
and drove my nine inck cock even deeper in her shithole.
   "Jesus Christ, you're tight," I grunted at her.
   "You mean nasty butt fucker!" she screamed at me.  "Stop it."
   "Shut the fuck up," I yelled back.  "You know I love you, so just wiggle
that hot ass of yours." I added a short slap to her right asscheek that
left a bright red mark on her.
   "ARRRGGH!  I hate you Daryl," Sharyl screamed at me, but at the same
time she started backing that sweet butt back up into my dick.  I laughed
sadistically and she moaned at me, "I hate you so god damned much."
   "Oh fuck, yeah, Sis.  Fuck me with your beautiful ass."
   "YEEESSSSS," she crooned as she turned her head to see me.  "You are so
fucking mean to me, Daryl.  I let you fuck me and you rip my asshole to
shreds.  I love you, but I hate your fucking guts at the very same time."
   I laughed again.  "That goes double for me, Sis.  Now, you wanna cum or
what?"
   Sharyl's yoga came into play then.  She somehow reached down between her
legs and grabbed me by the balls and squeezed hard.  It was my turn to
scream.  She then leaned over further and rammed at least three fingers up
my asshole.
   "Arrrgh!" I groaned.  "You little blond bitch!" And I drove my dick into
her asshole harder and faster.  This made her lose her balance and she fell
into the wall she had been bracing herself against.  She managed to right
herself but I sidled up tight and kept fucking her nasty butthole without
mercy.
   "You sonuvabitch," groaned Sharyl and did something completely new.  She
grunted and I felt something soft and mushy erupt out of her ass around my
intruding cock and mash up against my groin.  Then I caught the
unmistakable smell.
   "Euuuch," I spat, "You're shitting on me."
   "Goddamned right," growled my sibling.  "I'm shitting all over your ass
raping cock."
   "You nasty slut," I groaned.  "I'm going to fill your guts full of cum
and then watch you fart it out." I laughed.  Then I banged that snug bung
hole hard and fast till I felt my nuts get ready to explode.
   "I'm gonna cum," I groaned in Sharyl's ear, now reddened by all the
mixed emotions she was feeling.  In fact her whole face had reddened, and
she wasn't blushing from embarrassment either.  This was brother sister
lust at it's best.  I kissed her neck and groaned, "I love fucking you so
much.  I just love you so fucking much."
   "Me too," moaned Sharyl, fucking her ass back to me as hard as she could
in the tight confines I had forced her into.  I had no doubt she was also
frigging her protruding clit at the same time.  It was a fine clit too, I
admit.  A faggot could suck on that clit and not feel cheated.  All of a
sudden she was bucking and shuddering against me, like a wild mare
determined to throw her rider.  She danmned near did too, but I was just as
determined to get my morning nut as she was and I rode her fine bucking ass
till I felt my sperm boil up and bust loose to spurt stream after stream of
incestuous cum into her shitty asshole.  She was still spasming when I
carefully extricated my cock from her asshole.  Now that I had had my way
with her, I had no desire to give her any more discomfort.  I stepped back
and looked down at my shit covered dick and newly soiled slacks.
   "God damn, Sharyl.  You ruined my clothes."
   "Fuck you," panted Sharyl.  "You deserve it.  You should at least ask
before you stick your cock up my ass.  I might want to feel you cum in my
pussy, you know?"
   "Well, did you?" I said.
   "Yes, you motherfucker.  I did." she pouted.  "I was feeling all
romantic and wanted to feel it warm and squishy in my pussy all day."
   "That's sisterfucker to you, young lady, " I corrected her, then went
on. "So instead of getting my sperm dripping down your leg, you gave me
something warm and squishy as a momento," I complained.  "And stinking
too."
   It was Sharyl's turn to laugh.  "Remember that next time you decide to
fuck me in the ass without permission," she said.
   I made a face and mumbled, "I will.  You can count on it." Meanwhile I
was already plotting on how to extract my revenge from my scheming sister.
   Just then the street below our second story office exploded in a shrill
barrage of verbal abuse.  I looked out my window and saw my neighbor,
Joanna Kowalski, screaming at a ragged looking kid.  The kid was no more
than ten, but exhibited the vocabulary of a seasoned sailor.  I hoped the
exchange would end quickly, and walked into the washroom and used a
combination of toilet tissue, water from the tap and paper towels to try to
clean Sharyl's shit off my clothes.  She was sitting on the toilet as I
did, completing ther bowel movement she had started on me.  It stunk to
high heaven.
   "Jesus, Sharyl, what have you been eating?  Your shit smells like a
garbage dump."
   "Fuck you, Daryl.  It's shit.  It's supposed to stink."
   "Bitch," I mumbled.  Sharyl giggled.  She proceeded to fart noisily and
my eyes crossed at the odor.  I shook my head and cursed.  I scraped and
scrubbed her shit while she sat on the toilet and smiled prettily, very
satisfied with herself at this latest accomplishment.
   When I had gotten all of my sister's feces I coould manage off me, and
looking like I'd pissed my pants, I backed off just in time for Sharyl to
rip some tissue from the roll by the stool, rise slightly off the toilet
and reach back to wipe herself.
   "Ouch!" she complained.  "Daryl, you hurt me."
   "Comes with the territory," I said without mercy.  "You know me.  I like
to rough you up for some reason."
   "I know, you bastard," she pouted.  Then she rose up, turned around an
bent over.  "You can help me wipe at least," she said in a little girl
voice.
   I waked over and looked down at my sister's abused ass.  She was right,
it was red and bruised from my rough treatment.  Worse, the little pink
asshole winking up at me looked like I had inflamed the tissues.  It was
swollen and tender.
   "Fuck," I complained, but guilt had the better of me.  I knelt down
behing her and began a soothing slow licking over the damaged tissue. 
Sharyl cooed and sighed as I became her human asswipe.  I sucked gently and
licked over the bruised tissues, cleaning up the nasty shit residue left
from her bowel movement.  It tasted nastier than anything I had ever
tasted, and I have tasted lots of shit from this woman's asshole in the
past few weeks.  It seemed to be her preferred fetish, both giving and
receiving.  "Ohhhh," she sighed.  "My big brother sucks ass so gooood.  And
don't forget to clean the inside too."
   "Urgh," I grunted, but did as asked despite my disgust.  It was a guilt
rimming, and I think she may have enjoyed it all the more for that. 
Anyway, I wormed my tongue up inside her asshole and licked out the messy
glop of her shit.  I was in misery and she was in heaven.  I felt a little
ill when I finally finished and she was glowing.  When we were both
standing again, she wrapped her arms around my neck, then kissed me deeply.
   "Ohhhh, I love getting nasty with you, Daryl.  This has been the
happiest month of my whole life."
   I grunted.  and held her close, kissing her back, enjoying the feel of
her braless tits against my chest and tasting her sweet mouth.
   I sighed tenderly as we broke the kiss and was ready to declare my
devotion to our illicit love, but when Sharyl pulled back, she made a face
and said, "God Daryl, brush your teeth, you taste terrible, and your breath
smells like shit."
   Than she laughed and sashayed out the door.  I shook my head, totally
befuddled at women in general and my sister in particular.  Then I brushed
my teeth.
   When I walked back into the office, I could hear the obscene diatribe
still going on down below, I walked over, stuck my head out the window and
joined the chorus.
   "Shuddup!" I yelled to all concerned.
   The kid flashed me a one finger response.  Joanna took the opportunity
to slam her knotty 70 year old fist upside the boy's left ear.  The kid
howled.  Joanna cackled.  I suppressed a malicious smile.  I saw Joanna
draw back her fist again and the kid took off down the street.  I pulled my
head back into my study.
   "Wonder what that was all about?" I asked nobody in particular.  Sharyl
shrugged from her twin desk across the room.  I wish to God I could get rid
of the lousy habit of addressing the universe.  It's like casting a curse
on myself, because what happened next embroiled me in the kind of trouble I
prefer to get paid for.
   I was getting ready to put the morning's incidents behind me and settle
back into my morning of bills, followups, caffeine and anxiety when Sharyl
stood up from her desk walked over to me.
   "Yeah?" I said sternly, not looking up.
   "Daryl?" Said Sharyl.
   "Yes," I said, sighing heavily, then looking up to her worried
questioning face.  "Yes, I brushed my teeth.  If you still smell shit, it's
because I couldn't get it all off.  Okay?"
   "No," said Sharyl, all the way the little sister.  "Daryl, I have to
know something?"
   I gave up.  I tossed the expence sheet I was trying to fabricate for our
latest divorce investigation down on my desk, and looked up into her big
blue eyes, and saw them brimming over with tears.
   I quickly stood up and walked to her.  I held her close and kissed her.
"What is it?" I asked.
   "Do you love me, Daryl?"
   "Of course I love you," I said.  "You're a pain in the ass sister, but I
love you to death."
   "No, Daryl," she cut in.  "I mean do you really, really love me."
   "What?" I said, honestly perplexed.
   "You know---do you love me like a lover, not just like a sister and
brother?"
   "Oh fuck, Sharyl.  Do we really have to go there?  I mean, it's not like
we could get married or anything.  We're twins for God's sake."
   "I know, but I need to know.  I know I love you.  I never want to lose
you, as a lover I mean."
   "That will never happen," I said.
   Sharyl looked up to me with hope abrim to replace the tears.  "Really?"
she wanted assurance.
   I told her the truth.  "Sis, I don't care who either of us marry, if you
have kids and get a little pink house in Barbieville, if I find the five
women of my dreams or if, heaven forbid, I ever remake the mistake of
getting married again, I will still be raping your hot ass as long as we
both shall live.  I promise."
   She laughed through her tears.  "Oh, Daryl.  I love you so much."
   I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her hard.  The intensity we
shared was so strong I could have crushed her.  She clung to me like an old
time movie star.  It made my dick hard all over again, and we might have
had another go at brother/sister loving if the door hadn't suddenly swung
open.
   It was Joanna, the senior citizen with a good right hook.  "Mr. 
Wickham, " she said, ignoring the liplock Sharyl and I had going.  "You saw
what just happened between me and that boy."
   I pulled away from Sharyl, panted a couple of times, noted the tenting
dick bulge in my pants, and quickly backed around my desk and sat down. 
Just the tone of Joanna's voice made me worry.  Sharyl slinked over behind
me and began massaging the back of my neck with her breasts.  Both Joanna
and I pretended not to notice.
   Joanna sat down primly into the chair on the client side of my desk. 
She fixed me with her steely eyes and said, "That little bastard you saw is
my grandson.  He and his crew of pre-teen punks broke into my apartment and
stole my collection of.....of..."
   I saw a bright scarlet blush creep up Joanna's stern face.
   "Yes?" I said.
   "I have--or had--an extensive collection of autographed photos of
professional wrestlers in --uh-- shall we say, compromising poses, some of
them with me.  They're considered collectors items among wrestling fans. 
Some of them are worth several hundred dollars.  I've been--uh--collecting
them for over forty years."
   She paused for a moment.  "You see, I used to be a sort of wrestler
groupie, what they call a ringrat."
   This was information I did not want to know.  I coughed, then proved how
tough I really was.  I said with a straight face, "How do you know it was
the kids that stole your collection,"
   "They left dirty little remarks spray-painted all over my living room,
that's how!"
   "But why did you think it was your grandson."
   "Because of what they wrote."
   "Like what?"
   "Things like 'Granny boffed the Bruiser', 'The Stomper stuffed
Grandma'", "Fernando Filipo Fucked Granny's fanny", and "Gran Joanna sucked
off the Grand Wizard's wand."
   I had just started to appreciate the little bugger's sense of humor when
a terrible thing happened.  Joanna started to cry.
   I hate it when women cry.  They make the capet wet.  Worse, I sometimes
lose my mind and do something stupid.  Like Then.  I said, "Don't worry,
Joanna.  I'll look into it.  Just give me your grandson's address and I'll
do a little door to door sweep amongst his buddies.  I'll get back with you
this evening and we'll talk it over over dinner."
   Joanna quickly scribbled down the address on a scrap of paper.  Then she
smiled bravely, rose and got up to leave, but just as she got to the door
she turned back just in time to catch Sharyl begin a deep tongue probe into
my ear canal.  "Thanks, Mr.  Wickham." Then came the clincher.  "You know
I'm on a fixed income." Then she fluttered her eyelids in a grotesque
parady of a come on.  "Do you think maybe we could work out something?"
   "Umm-that's okay, Joanna, a good homecooked dinner will be enough."
   Joanna seemed disappointed, then another idea seemed to light up her
brainpan and she turned to Sharyl.  "I don't think we've been introduced,"
she said.
   "I'm Daryl's twin sister," volunteered Sharyl, something I really wished
she hadn't done, and to add fuel to the fire, she kissed me on the top of
my head and said, "I'm Sharyl.  And I love Daryl more than anyone on
earth."
   An air of intrigue suddenly breezed through the room and I wished it
hadn't.  Joanna smiled conspiratorily, then said knoowingly, "Why don't
both of you come by for dinner tonight?" she asked.  "I'd love to hear more
about this special relationship you two have."
   Before I had a chance to say anything Sharyl extracted her tongue from
my aural orifice, wrapped her arms around my neck and said said, "Thank
you. I'd love to come."
   The smug look on Joanna's face made me want to cancel the entire
operation, but she was out the door and on her way before I could say
anything.  At least her her exit gave me the opportunity to deal with my
insane sister.
   I slammed the door closed after Joanna left and turned to face Sharyl.
"What the hell are you doing, Sis.  Now everyone in the whole neighborhood
will know we're fucking."
   "So?" said Sharyl.
   "Goddamn, Sharyl.  It's --- it's --- illegal."
   "Stupid law," responded Sharyl.
   "Maybe so," I said, "but that doesn't make it any less illegal."
   "Shit!" said Sharyl, which meant she'd lost an argument with herself on
some level.  Then she swung my swivel chair around and sat on my lap.  "Do
you still love me?"
   "Yeah," I muttered, trying to stay pissed off..
   "You still going to fuck me every morning before work starts?"
   I laughed.  "Shit Sharyl, how can I do any work if I don't cum in you
first?  My mind is all fucked up till I feel your insides drain off all the
anger, frustration and fuck focus."
   Sharyl kissed me lightly and showed a puzzled face, "Fuck focus."
   "Sure," I answered.  "Till I get that first nut out of the way all I can
think of is pussy."
   "My pussy," said Sharyl, fishing for a compliment.
   "For the past several weeks, it's been your pussy," I admitted.  "Before
that it was just pussy in general."
   She kissed me again and I felt up her tits.  She bit my neck like a
vampire and sucked on it a bit, then sat back up.  I had no doubt she had
left her mark on me.  "Okay," she said.  "I'll try to keep our relationship
private from now on.  Do you think that old woman will make trouble for
us?"
   "Not likely," I answered.  "Seems to me she's got her own share of
secrets she needs to keep quiet.  We just need to be careful around people
who know we're related."
   Sharyl showed me her pout again.  I kissed the full pink lips and she
fed me her tongue, along with a full flow of saliva, then got up and rubbed
my newly bulging crotch.  "Okay, big brother.  What do we do about this
'ringrat'?"
   "We hit the strets, babe.  We go visit Vincent Kowalski at his parents
house.  Vince senior and Millicent.  Then we need to get his buddies'
addresses and do the same with them until we recover the memorabilia."
   She made another face at me.  "Do I really have to go?"
   "Hell fuck yeah, you have to go.  You want to be part of this
partnership, you damned well put the time in."
   "You're mean," she said.
   I stood up, grabbed her and kissed her hard.  "You're damned right I'm
mean.  I'm mean, rough and I expect you to take my dick whenever I show it
to you.  You got any complaints?"
   She answered me with a quick short slap to the face, and followed it up
with another hungry kiss.
   "Wouldn't you rather piss in my mouth than make me go out tramping all
across this city?" she bargained.
   "Why can't I have both?" I answered.  "If you're going to start holding
out on me to get out of work, I'll just go get another bimbo to fuck.  I
still expect you to pull your weight."
   Sharyl narrowed her eyes, but relaxed in my arms like she belonged
there. "Sometimes I just hate you," she said.
   "I have no doubt," I said.  "But you're still my girl."
   "Yes, I'm still your girl, but sometimes I want to beat you to death."
   "It'll never happen," I said, much too confident.
   "Maybe so," she said kissing me again.  "But I'll figure out some may to
make you pay for being such a bastard."
   "Just so long as that doesn't include keeping your sexual favors from
me," I said.
   "No, you win on that," she admitted.  "I need you as much as you need
me, maybe more.  I should remember that when we get into arguments like
this."
   I smiled, again getting too confident for my own good.  It felt good to
have this kind of power over the one woman I wanted most in the world.  The
fact that she was my twin sister only added to the desire, as well as the
pleasure of having power over her.  This is a case in point of how stupid
and foolish a big brother can be.  Even more so when the big brother in
question is addicted to his sister's cunt and not willing to admit it.
   A few miinutes later we were on the road.  I drove us to the address
Joanna had given us and we walked to the front door arm in arm.  I rang the
doorbell and took a step back.  The man who answered was big, fat and
holding a can of beer in his hands.
   "Yeah?" he said.
   I put on my most professional face and said, "Are you Mr.  Vincent
Kowalski, son of Joanna Kowalski?"
   "Yeah," he said, proving the extent of his vocabulary.
   I smiled like a good neighbor.  "Well, Mr.  Kawolski, your mother has
asked me and my sister to look into a problem involving your son."
   "What's that little prick been up to now?" he growled.
   "Well, sir.  It appears he and some of his friends got into a bit of
mischief.  They seem to have broken into your mother's private collection
of wrestling memorabilia, and may have taken some of it away.  Your mother
is just asking us to help return it for her."
   "Hmmm," mused the elder Vince.  "The little fucker stole Mom's fuck
posters, eh?  He should know better than that.  Mom's been saving those for
years and years.  She sold one last year that went for seven grand.  A
photo of her riding some old world champion with a strap-on stuck up his
ass.  She was even wearing the championship belt while she was doing it. 
Too bad her best days were before video tape.  She could have cleaned up
these days."
   "Yes," I said, ready to agree with anything if we could move on with
this little investigation.  "Anyway, would you mind if we spoke to your
son?"
   "Yo!  Junior!" he yelled, then turned away and headed back inside,
"People to see you!  And you'd better not fuck up again." Then he
disappeared into the shadows and tv noise of the living room.
   Vince the younger tramped down the stairs, saw me and dashed back
upstairs.  We followed.  I was just fast enough to slam my foot in the door
of his room when he tried to slam it closed.
   "Waitaminute Kid," I yelled and pushed my way into the room.  "Okay,
Vince, where's the stuff you took from your Grandmother's house.  She wants
it back."
   "Go to hell," said the young punk.  His face looked like somebody had
mashed it in with a brick.  He had greasy long hair and a really bad
attitude.  I could see why his father drank.  I expected his mother did
too, if not something even more potent.
   I did my best to add an oily smoothness to my voice, "Listen Vince, when
I left your Grandmother, she was in tears.  Her collection is the most
important thing in her life."
   "The most important thing in Gran's life is how much she can swindle out
of the guys she fucked years ago.  If she wants the pictures back, she's
got to come up with some cash."
   I broke.  "No listen, you little sunuvabith!...."
   "Daryl!" Sharyl broke in.  "Can't you see this child is in pain?"
   "What?" I said.  "The only pain this kid is in is the pain he's gonna be
in when I stick my foot up his ass!"
   Vince Junior's retort was sharp and mean, "I got a picture of Grandma
with her foot up Lou "the killer" Meszokoli's ass.  I think he's still
paying her to keep it private.  All them guys are sickos.  Tell Gran she
can have it back for a hundred."
   "Jeez, kid," I said.  "That's your Grandmother you're talking about."
   "Fuck her," spat the kid.  "Everybody else has."
   "Daryl, let me talk to him," interjected Sharyl.
   I rolled my eyes and said, "Sure, go on.  Let's see if you have any luck
with the little prick."
   A look of disgust crossed Sharyl's face, then she put her hands on my
shoulders and turned me around to face her, away from the kid, She wispered
in my ear, "Let me speak to him privately.  I have an idea that might
work."
   "Fine," I said.  "I'll go talk to the parents."
   "Fine," responded Sharyl, then made a very ostentatious show of wrapping
her arms around my neck and kissing me deeply.
   I pushed her off, "Sharyl!  we agreed...."
   "I know," sharyl whispered to me, "Trust me, this is part of my plan."
Then she swooped back in for a tongue wrestling match that aroused me more
than it should have in the circumstances.  I didn't know what Sharyl had in
mind, but it scared me and facinated me at the same time.
   The shock of the moment made me very pliable as Sharyl broke the kiss,
turned me towards the door, swatted me on the seat of my pants and sent me
out of the room, then closed the door behind her.
   I stood there looking stupid for a minute, then shook my head, let my
hard-on subside, and headed downstairs.  I followed the drone of the tv
into the living room where I saw Vince Sr.  slouched on the couch, fast
asleep.  His hand was still wrapped around his can of beer and he was
snoring loudly.  So much for any chat with him, I thought.  I shook my head
at the total waste of time this whole day had been.  Well, anything after
my morning fuck with Sharyl anyway.  Suddenly I heard a "Psst!" from off to
the right.  I looked and saw a skinny young woman dressed only in a bra and
panties crooking her finger at me from what had to be the kitchen.  I
followed her into the room.
   When I got into the room she closed on me like a cougar on a rabbit.
   "Wanna fuck?" she asked blatantly.
   I looked her up and down.  She was a good 20 years younger than Vince
Senion, and not the most attractive woman I've ever seen.  She was bone
thin, had long dirty blond hair and an assortment of peircings I in ears,
note and lip.
   "Um--you the woman of the house," I asked.
   "I'm the wife," she answered nasally.  "I scrub and clean.  I would fuck
too if that old fart could get it up, but all he cares about is his beer
and that flat screen tv."
   "How about your son?" I asked.
   "Junior isn't my son.  His mother got wise and left years ago.  Hell,
I'd so horny I'd fuck him if he knew enough to respond to a come on.  He's
a stupid kid and hasn't got wise that I walk around damned near naked.  Any
red blooded male would have felt me up ages ago."
   Not wanting to disappoint, I strode over, wrappe my arms around her,
kissed her and undid her bra with a quick two finger snap.
   "Ohhh, that's cool," she said.  "I think i got one who knows what he's
doing."
   I smiled and dropped my head to suck on a protruding nipple.  She ground
against my leg like a dog in heat.
   "We need to be quiet," I whispered.  "We don't wont your husband to wake
up."
   "Fuck him," she whispered back.  "He sleeps like a fucking log.  Now,
you gonna eat me out or what?"
   I gave a second's pause to that consideration, but quickly decided I had
no desire to go that route with this woman.  I had no idea where her cunt
had been, and wasn't really interested in finding out.  Instead I lied and
said, "I can't wait for that.  I've got to fuck you now."
   "Oh yeah, big boy," she glowed as if I'd just given her a compliment. 
"Give me that dick right now.  I'll ride you like a cowgirl rides a
stallion."
   "Sure," I said, unzipping my fly.  I was happy to get something out of
this investigation at least.  A piece of pussy was small enough payment. 
Still, I didn't trust her or my sperm count enough to leave things to
chance, so I pulled a rubber out of my wallet.
   "Ohhh, so considerate," she cooed mistaking my caution for concern.  I
may ride my sweet sister bearback, but I wasn't about to risk a bastard
child with this genetic freakshow.  I carefully unrolled the condom onto my
cock, holding the reservoir end to make sure there was room for my cum
without risking busting the bubble.  Then I grabbed the skank and propped
her up on the kitchen table.  She spread wide and I rubbed my sheathed
manhood up and down her cunt till I was sure enough moisture had been
generated to give access, then I slid that sucker home.  She gasped and
groaned.  She had been telling the truth.  She probably hadn't had any dick
in weeks.  I felt like I was performning a community service.
   I fucked her quick, not even sure I could get a nut out of this
encounter, but sometimes its more to alleviate the bordom than the lust for
me, and in this case, it also kept my mind off of whatever my kid sister
was doing upstairs.
   It didn't take her long.  She gasped and moaned under her breath, biting
her fist as she came quick and hard.  I smiled down at her as she came, but
then I felt her pussy tube clench me tight in her orgasmic throes and I
responded in kind.  No more than 10 strokes later and I was pumping my nuts
into her suddenly tightened pussy.  It felt good, but brief.  It felt
impersonal.  It felt like I used to feel before I started fucking Sharyl.
Truth to tell, it fell hollow and empty.  If we weren't on a case, it would
have been hardly worth the effort.
   Still, at the end, we were both flushed and breathing hard.  She was
temporarily relieved and I was clear headed again.
   I pulled the rubber off and handed it to her for disposal, then zipped
up my slacks and said, "I'd better check on my partner."
   As I left, I saw her eye the condom briefly, then tip it back and suck
the cum out of it.  I smiled grimly and walked back past the snoring Vince
Sr, then up the stairs and through the door.
   Now, I should have knocked.  If I had been a little more polite I
wouldn't have risked going blind from what I saw next.  There was my sister
in all her nude glory lying back on the bed with her legs spread wide and
bent at the knees, and the eight year old Vince junior's ass hunching hard
into her perfumed cunt, ploughing a furrow for probably his first time and
enjoying the hell out of it.
   "That's right," Sharyl encouraged the enhusiastic lad, "Just like that,
fuck my pussy just like that."
   "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," crooned the boy, "it feels so good.  I--I--I...." and
his voice trailed off.
   "Yes, baby.  Show me what a big boy you are.  Fuck my pussy with that
sweet hard dick and I'll show you how to feel good over and over again."
   Then she looked up and winked at me.
   I stepped back out the door and closed it quickly behind me.  I couldn't
believe what my bitch sister was doing, and I was now an accessory of her
chold molestation.  Although if that was child molestation, I wish I had
had a big fucking dose of it when I was that age.  I would have honored and
treasured the whore slut who introduced me to the joys of sex if she had
sucked my dick in the cradle.  But hell, that's me.  What do I know?
   That was my state of mind when Vince Sr.  finally roused himself a few
minutes later and started calling out names.  "Millicent?  Junior?  Are
those pains in the ass friends of your Grandma gone yet.  I ought to light
a fire under your ass for stealing her shit like that!  Vince? 
Viii-iince?"
   I heard Millicent respond, "They're all upstairs, still talking about
it." she said.
   "And why don't you get some clothes on, you silly bitch?" growled Vince
Senior.  "People are gonna think we're a bunch of illiterate whte trash
they see you dressed like that."
   "We are white trash," answered Millicent.
   The argument then took a quick ugly turn and I shook my head.  I felt
like I was stuck between a jail called the rock and a domestic dispute
called a hard place.  I opened the door to Junior's room and peeked in. 
They were both still naked as jaybirds, but Vince was writing down
something on a notebook at his desk while Sharyl was crouched on the floor
beside him, sucking his little cock right back to life.  I couldn't take it
any longer.
   "Get dressed you two.  Your Dad's going to be up here in a minute."
   The kid snarled at me, but was immediately soothed by Sharyl who rose up
and cupped his face in her hand.  "That's okay," she said in a sultry
promise of a whisper.  "We can play more later."
   "Your step-mom would be happy to continue your education for that
matter," I muttered, then added.  "Hurry up," in a quick whisper and closed
the door just as Vince Senior tromped up the stairs.
   "What's going on," He demanded.
   "Ahh, my sister and I were playing good cop/bad cop," I said.  "I was
the bad cop and now she's making nice with him as the good cop."
   "It'll never work," grunted the paunchy balding man.  "Vince is too
fucking clever for that shit."
   "Maybe," I said, "but my sister is really good at the good cop bit, plus
the fact she can play mother to him, which could make a lot of difference."
   "Never work," grunted Senior again, then he turned away and tromped back
down the stairs.
   I felt a rush of relief.  "Fuck," I thought, and made a mental note
never to take Sharyl into a situation like this again.  Then I stood and
waited.  I was surprised to hear the sound of grunting and nuzzling from
down bleow.  "You sweet bitch," I heard Vince Senior groan, and I bet that
Millicent's sexual relief was being followed up by a guilt based cock
sucking session for the old man.  "I shoulda been a boy scout," I smirked
to myself.
   Just then the door to Junior's door opened and Sharyl strode out,
looking like the cat who ate the canary's sweet meat.
   "Let's go," she said softly, and I quickly shoveled her down the stairs.
We could see Millicent bent over the arm of Vince Senior's armchair, and
Senior's fat hairy ass hunching into her cunt from behind.
   "Ohh, how sweet," Sharyl said.
   "Must be something in the air," I grunted.
   "Bye," Sharyl said brightly, and we left the scene of her latest crime.
   As soon we got in the car I was ready to read Sharyl the riot act. 
"Goddamit Sharyl.  What the fuck did you think you were doing?  I thought
you might use some psychological mumbo-jumbo on the kid.  Appeal to his
deprived childhood.  Something along those lines.  Instead I see you
teaching him how to fuck.  Jesus Christ, Sis.  That is dangerous."
   Sharyl said nothing.  She just slid a page over to me with a combination
of a locker at the Greyhound bus station.
   "It's all there.  That's where they stashed it while waiting for their
payoff.  All we have to do is go to the locker, get the pictures and
deliver them to Joanna."
   I tried to glare at Sharyl out the corner of my eye, but she just sat
there, a mysterious little smile on her face."
   I shook my head in disbelief, as I mentally figured out the shortest
route to the bus station.  "You fucked an 8 year old."
   "So?" she queried.  "But he won't tell a soul for fear of not getting
another shot.  He's going to visit his Gran every week or so now, and when
he does, he'll do whatever chores she needs, then drop by to see me." She
sounded downright triumphant.  "I didn't just teach him Daryl, I made it so
good for him he wanted more.  And did you know 8 year olds don't make any
cum?  They shudder and shake, but they don't spray all that messy sperm all
over the place.  Did you know that?"
   "I seem to recall," I said, remembering my first jackoff sessions.  And
to myself I thought, well fuck, at least the kid will be helping out
Joanna. Maybe even build up a decent cross generation relationship between
them.  Could be helpful for them both.
   I didn't tell Sharyl that though.  To her I said.  "This had better be
the last time I catch you fucking the little bugger.  Any more of your
little games need to be so well out of sight I don't even know about it."
   Sharyl pouted at me.  "You mean you don't want to know about it when
you're shoving that your cock up my ass or when you're drinking my piss?"
   I snorted.  "Would you like to hear about my exploits when we fuck?"
   "Yes," Sharyl said.  "Especially if its in the course of an
investigation.  It's not like a serious relationship.  It's fucking for a
purpose."
   "When I fuck you its for a purpose," I responded, knowing full well I
was veering off the subject.  "I fuck you to cum as deep inside your
beautiful body as I can get."
   Sharyl chuckled and scooted closer.  "I love you Daryl, and everyday of
this new life with you I discover something new about loving, fucking, and
men.  That boy needed some tendereness and affection.  He also needed an
outlet for his aggression, anger and budding testosterone driven desire.  I
introduced him to --- to me," she smiled as if I should understand.  "I am
a woman who has become aware of my own sexual needs and desires only
recently," she stroked my arm and kissed my cheek.  "Every experience I
have is special.  Every sensation is new.  I took that boy to a place he
will want to visit again and again, with me or some other girl or woman,
and I got the information you needed." Then she curled up next to me in the
car.  "But the man I love is you.  And if you fuck someone in the course of
duty, I'll understand.  I'll even applaud you if you can make a difference
in their lives while you do it."
   "Good," I said.  "Then you will be happy to know I fucked the boy's
stepmother in the kitchen, which I believe is why we saw her servicing that
pig of a husband of hers when we left.  I very likely saved their marraige
in the process." It was my turn to smirk.  "And, unless I miss my bet,
little Junior will be plumbing her pussy before he sees you again."
   I expected Sharyl to rage.  I halfway expected her to cry, but I had
misjudged my sister once again.  Instead she kissed me on the cheek again
and clasped her hand on my thigh just below my slowly hardening dick.
   "That's wonderful!" she exulted.  "We're doing it Daryl.  We're finding
ways to help people at the same time--"
   "We fuck their brains out," I completed the sentence in my own
vernacular before she had a chance to go into another monologue.
   "And solve mysteries," she added.
   "There was never a mystery here, Sharyl.  We knew who did it all along."
   "Yes, but we did good.  Will you agree to that?"
   "I'll agree to that if we don't get a visit from the police about child
molestation in the next ten years or so."
   Sharyl just sat quietly.  I grabbed her hand and kissed it.  I wouldn't
say it outloud, but she was right.  We were actually making a bit of a
difference.  Maybe, just maybe, we could use sex as a tool to solve our
cases, enhance our sex lives and move people to healthier life views.  Or
maybe we were just fooling ourselves and would have more fuel for our own
illicit relationship.  That is, of course if we could stay out of trouble
in the process.
   To make a drawn out narrative a little less drawn out, we got the
pictures just as the boy said and took them with us that evening up to
Joanna's apartment on the top floor of our building.  Now that was fucked
up.  Yes, you thought this story was over, and so did I until we knocked on
Joanna's door and she opened it.  She answered in an outlandishly lowcut
blouse and a dress that hugged her decrepit figure in a skin tight vice. 
Her bra must have had a ton of underwire built in because it held up one of
the most mammoth set of mammory implants I had ever seen.  What's more, we
weren't alone.  there was half a dozen huge hulking guys who had to be
wrestlers given the number of shaved heads, tattoos, and peroxide blond
haircuts.  There were also four of the new generation of wrestling divas,
all of them paradies of womanhood, much like Joanna, but much younger and a
helluva lot hotter.
   What's more, we were apparently late.  One well muscled black bitch was
sucking off one muscled jock while another pounded her from behind.  A long
haired blond was tongue kissing a brunette while casually jacking off a
famous Samoan wrestler/actor with one hand and finger fucking another up
the uss with her other hand.  The guy with finger up his ass was was
sitting on the sofa with his dick pointing straight up.  He yelled at
Joanna.  "Get your ass over here Joanna and sit on this.  I need to fuck
somebody, and it might as well be you."
   Joanna cackled.  "Come in kids.  Then as she hiked up her dress and
settled in on the burgeoning cock she introduced us.  "Hey fellows, this is
Daryl and Sharyl.  They got my photos back.  They're twins who fuck each
other.  Lets show them a good time."
   With that, a brother tag team I vaguely recognized grabbed Sharyl and
carried her off to another room, while the brunette broke her kiss from the
blonde came to me.  She was taller than me by a couple of inches, and
probably weighed a few pounds more.  They were well distributed pounds
though and she dragged me over to the couch, uncerimoniously shimmied my
pants down my legs and started sucking me off.
   Needless to say, it was an interesting night.  I was a little worried a
while later after I had worked my way though the lineup of female
atheletes, nutting only once, mind you, but eating my fill of pussy and
drilling each of their seemingly insatiable cunts for a well timed orgasm.
It was the least I could do as a courteous guest.  That was all well and
good, but when I finally got to the room with Sharyl and the tag team, I
get a little scare.  One of the guys was facefucking her with ferocious
abandon while the other lay passed out on the bed.
   I said something really profound like "Hey!"
   And the guy just glared back at me with what had to be a case of roid
rage, but he pulled out of Sharyl's throat briefly and she said, "Hi Daryl.
You having a good time."
   My worried look became a puzzled one.  "You okay?" I asked.
   Sharyl smiled.  "I'm fine.  We're having a great time.  I'll tell you
all about it later."
   I backed out the door, once again totally confused about my sister and
her thought processes.  At the same time, I realized that seeing her get
fucked so brutally was also a turn on.
   "Fuck me," I whispered to myself, when the black woman suddenly appeared
at my side and said simply, "My pleasure," and proceeded to wear my ass
out.
   And that did indeed close out the case.  Sharyl got a number of calls
afterwards from the guys at the party asking for dates, but she turned them
all down.  She was my bitch, she noted, and that wasn't ever going to
change.  And sure enough, once every week or so, Vince Junior drops by to
help Joanna with any chores she has.  They've gotten quite close from what
I understand.  And he drops by to visit Sharyl almost every time he visits
as well.  I understand from Sharyl that the boy is getting more pussy than
most grown men now.  One of the chores he does for Joanna is to clean her
pipes.  He's also keeping his stepmother happy at home, but he continues to
have a special place in his heart for Sharyl since she introduced him to
the wonders of grown women.  And of course Sharyl and I start out each day
with something nasty.  The nastier, the better.  And we share stories and
information we've gotten in the course of our sexual investigations at the
same time.
   I used to complain about the life of a PI, not anymore.  Its a good
life. I've got the perfect partner, in every sense of the word.  I love
her, hate her, am totally confused by her and amazed by her, all at the
same time.
   ~finis~
   
  
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