Manipulated (c) 
Chapter Eight 
By Fiction Writer #13 
(F/f strapon, f/g, m/g, M/g, M/m, bi, oral, anal, f/M strapon, squirt, 
bond, forced, incest, mother, father, daughter, son, brother, sister, 
Fdom, reluct, drug)

"Amazing."

Helen leaned back against her father's chest. "I never would have 
believed Sarah would initiate sex with Robbie, especially not anal sex.  
She did it all on her own!" Helen smiled full of pride for her little girl.

"Not completely." Malcolm brushed her hair from his face. "The jelly 
helped, but I'll concede that it is still quite interesting that those two 
needed very little to motivate them."

"And Stephanie!  She's taken to using a strap-on as if she'd been born 
with it!" Helen picked up her father's hands and used them to wrap his 
arms around her chest.

Mal took her lead and hugged her warm body tightly.  He could feel his 
own cum leaking from her cunt, dribbling out around his cock and 
dripping down his balls.  During this last round of performances he had 
let his control drop, allowing himself to fill her over and over again as he 
felt the need.

He imagined her cervix dipping into a pool of his seed with each of her 
orgasms, sucking his sperm up into her womb.  For a moment he wished 
his fluids would find purchase within her, fertilizing and growing into 
another child to replace the one he would be taking away.  He knew this 
to be impossible though, the birth of each of her children had taken a toll 
on her insides.  The birth of her youngest, Sarah, had almost stolen 
away her life, but left her barren instead.

"Helen?"

"Yes Daddy."

"It's time for you to play your part in this little drama."

"I know.  Daddy." She sounded sad.

"What's wrong little one?"

Helen sighed. "I won't be seeing you again, will I?"

"Of course you will, baby, it's just going to be a while..."

"Daddy, be honest," she interrupted. "You owe me that much."

Mal paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts before speaking. 
"You're right little one; I do owe you the truth, and so much more."

"So..." She left the question hanging.

"No, little one, you will not be seeing me again."

"You were just going to leave, forever, without telling me?" She started 
to tremble in his arms, sadness washing over her.

"It wouldn't have mattered," he responded flatly.

"How could you say that?" Hot tears flowed freely once again. "Don't you 
think I would miss you?  I love you, Daddy, how could you just leave me 
behind like that again?"

"You don't understand, Helen.  It's not like that."

"Then tell me.  Be honest with me.  Why wouldn't it matter that you 
would abandon me again?   You'd leave me behind to wonder if and 
when you would show up, when you know you have no intentions of 
ever seeing me again?"

"Helen, please... stop crying." He rocked her gently in his arms.

'What would it hurt by telling her?  She won't remember any of this by 
tomorrow anyway,' he convinced himself.

"I wasn't going to tell you... because I didn't want our last moments 
together to be sad ones."

"That's pretty selfish, Dad.  I mean... how do you think I'd feel... never 
seeing you again... without saying goodbye?" Helen sobbed, her face 
hidden from his gaze.

"You... you wouldn't remember me, at least, not... not as you do now."

"What are you talking about?" She turned to face him, sadness and 
confusion etching her face in the blue light. "Of course I'd remember 
you."

"No, Helen.  You won't.  Not after tonight." Malcolm took a deep breath, 
trying to keep his emotions under control.  He didn't want to start crying 
now, not when he was so close to ending this chapter of his life on a 
happy note, but still, the tears stung, waiting to be released.

"I know that you don't know what I've been doing here, and even if I told 
you everything, it would just leave you with more questions than 
answers.  This..." he waved an arm in the air making a big circle, "... 
place was created a long time ago.  It is older than me, almost older than 
my father, if he had lived until this day.  This is a haven for scientific 
research and development, away from the shifting morals and 
judgments of the world.  It has many secrets, little one.  Some of them 
are about our family, but most focus on other areas.

"One of those projects, one of the first to be initiated, dealt with memory 
engineering and reconstruction.  It was originally designed as a way to 
train soldiers, to give them combat experience when they had none.  
New recruits could become combat veterans in a matter of days rather 
than years.  Later it was determined that too many questions would be 
asked if we started producing such soldiers, so the project had to evolve.

"A new kind of warrior was needed, one who worked for us but did not 
wear the uniform of a soldier.  We created sleeper agents that could 
blend in seamlessly with the general public, not just here in the States, 
but everywhere.  Spies, assassins, leaders of government coups, 
freedom fighters, tyrants; we could mold the world as we saw fit, without 
blame ever being traced back to us.  It has been that way for nearly 
seventy years now."

Helen shifted in his lap. "What does this have to do with us?"

"There are... other uses for this technology," he smiled at his daughter. 
"In order to bring you and your family into this lab, I had to pull a lot of 
strings.  It's not how we normally do things here, this place is more 
secret than you could even begin to imagine.

"We operate off the radar, completely off of the radar.  No one in the 
current government administration even knows that we exist, and we 
have to keep it that way.  They ask too many questions, and they don't 
understand what we're trying to accomplish.

"Our funding comes from multiple sources, all ignorant of exactly who we 
are and what we do.  However, there is a Council, of which I am only just 
recently a member, that decides on what projects need to move further, 
and which should be abandoned.

"I used my pull on the Council to get approval to bring you and your 
family in for testing, under one condition, that your memories would be 
wiped of the whole experience.

"I saw an opportunity to make things right between us, Helen, and I took 
it.  Instead of merely wiping away the memory of tonight's testing, I 
decided to give you what you've always wanted.  A family as open to 
life's pleasures as you are, and a fresh start.

"Before that, I wanted to have some time alone with you, to tell you that I 
was sorry for all of the pain I've put you through... one last time to play 
our games, and experience your fantasy with you." As much as he tried 
to hold them back, his tears finally broke free. "I wanted to tell you that I 
loved you, and I always will, little one."

"I love you too, Daddy, always." Helen leaned in and kissed his 
trembling lips, noting the taste of his salty tears.  Her father had never 
cried in her presence before, she often wondered if he was even 
capable of such a display of emotion.  Now she had her answer.  He'd 
been holding them in all of this time, trying to hide away his own sorrow, 
while allowing her to express her grief freely.

"I still... I still don't understand though.  If you can take away all of our 
memories then why do you still have to go away?"

"If I don't go, little one, seeing me could trigger some of those memories 
to return.  That's why I can't be a part of your life anymore.  It's the price 
I'll have to pay if I want to continue my father's work and give you the 
happiness that you deserve."

"How can I ever be happy without you, Daddy?"

"You'll have to trust me... you will be much happier... without me.  I hold 
you back, even if you don't see it.  Without me you will be free, free to 
love your family with all of your heart, the way it should have always 
been."

The two sat in silence for a time.  The truth of Malcolm's words stung 
Helen, but she knew he was being honest with her.  She knew that as 
long as her father was out there in the world her heart would belong 
exclusively to him.  It still hurt to know that he would soon be gone from 
her though.

"Which one?" Helen asked, breaking the momentary quiet.

"I'm sorry?" Mal asked, unable to follow her shift in questioning.

"Which of my children will you be taking?  Which one passed your test?" 
she asked nervously.  It had finally sunk in that this wasn't just another 
game that she and her daddy were playing.  When he had first brought 
up the price of tonight's events, she had thought it was only to heighten 
her depravity.  The dirty mommy willing to give up one of her own 
children just so that she could watch as they were forced to perform 
increasingly perverted acts.  Something she had fantasized about for 
many years, her fingers playing on her clit, bringing her some of the 
biggest orgasms of her life.

This wasn't fantasy, though, this was reality.  The gravity of her situation 
suddenly weighed heavily on her soul.

"I... I can't tell you, it could interfere with the new memories.  You'll just 
have to trust me.  The one who passed will be safe with me.  Nothing 
bad will happen to your child, I promise you that.  When you wake up 
tomorrow you'll have no memory of them, nor they of you.  You will live 
out the rest of your lives in complete ignorance of each other.  You just 
have to trust me that it's for the best."

There was that word again, trust.  She had always believed that if there 
was anyone, anyone in the whole world that she could trust, it was her 
father.  The more the truth came out, the less she believed in that 
childhood judgment.  Trust goes both ways, and he had kept way too 
many secrets from her.

"I don't know, Daddy." Her heart beat rapidly. "I don't know if I believe 
you anymore.  This is all so... crazy."

"I know, little one, I've been feeling that way since my father first sat me 
down and told me the truth about who I am and the work he wanted me 
to continue.  It is crazy.  I've wanted to tell you for so long, to explain why 
I had to do the things I've done.  All I can say now is that it was for a 
good reason.  Your child has the potential to save millions of lives, 
maybe billions if there is still time, but only... only if I can continue my 
work.

"I didn't have to tell you anything, you know.  My colleagues wanted to 
just take your child away from you, but I couldn't let them do that to you.  
You've suffered enough for our sins, and provided so much for our 
cause.  That's why I gave you the choice to accept my proposal or strike 
it down.  I realize now that you must not have taken me seriously, but I 
assure you, I've never been more serious in all of my life.

"Please Helen, please believe me when I ask you to trust me.  
Everything will be better, for you, for me, for your family, and for the 
child.  I promise."

Helen sobbed quietly, waiting for Mal to finish.  Could she trust him to 
keep his word?  Would everything work out in the end?  As much as it 
pained her, she decided to take a leap of faith.  If she couldn't trust him, 
then who could she trust? "Okay, Daddy... I... I believe in you."

A sense of relief swept over Malcolm.  He'd almost ruined everything by 
telling her too much, but she had surprised him. 'Good Ol' predictable 
Helen' had surprised him. "Thank you, baby girl, thank you for believing 
in me."

"What about other people, neighbors, friends, Stan's family?  Won't they 
wonder what's going on when we show up minus one?" Helen wondered 
aloud.

"Don't worry about that, I'll take care of everything.  No one will know." 
Malcolm let go of Helen and leaned back in his chair. "Before you go I 
have one last gift for you." Malcolm leaned over to his left to pick up a 
white box. "This is something for me, as much as it is for you.  It's a way 
for us to be together, even though you won't remember that we ever 
have been."

Helen took the box from her father and pulled the lid free, her eyes 
lighting up as she discovered what was inside.

"Oh, Daddy!"

Helen pulled out the black leather harness, one identical to the device 
Stephanie now wore on monitor four.  Two realistic dildos rested 
beneath.  One she recognized instantly.

"It's you!"

"Yes!" Mal replied, enjoying the excitement on her face. "The other one 
is special, too."

"Whose is it, Daddy?" she asked, holding Mal's reproduction in her left 
hand, the stranger in her right.

"It's my father's, your grandfather.  He never got to meet you, little one, 
but I'm sure he would have loved you as much as I do."

"I love them Daddy!  Thank you!" Still holding a phallus in each hand, 
she hugged him, kissing his cheek.

"Why don't you try them on?  I'd like to be the one inside of you, I don't 
think Steph's ready to take me on just yet.  My dad's shouldn't hurt her 
too much."

Quick as lightning she was up and pulling the straps into place, Mal's 
cock barely having the time to register the fact that her tight pussy had 
left him.

"It's perfect, Daddy, you feel wonderful inside of me, as always," she 
said while stroking the latex cock protruding from her pelvis.  Mal's cock 
was only six inches, but he was thick, his father's on the other hand was 
seven inches and much thinner.

"With the two attached to Stephanie, you now have a complete set.  One 
from each of the men in your family," he said while standing, a huge 
smile on his face.

"You think of everything, don't you Dad?"

"I try little one, I try." He embraced her, feeling his father's replica press 
against his groin. "It really is time for you to go now.  There is a guard 
just outside the door, he'll take you to your family.  I'll finish taking care 
of things here.  I love you, Helen."

"I love you too, Daddy, thank you."

Mal moved away from her while pushing his cock back into his pants.  
He zipped himself in and opened the door, letting light spill into the 
room.  He laughed as he saw his daughter in the new light.  Her dress 
had fallen back into place, the dildo tenting the fabric obscenely outward, 
his cum and her juices glistening as they ran down her legs.

"You look absolutely beautiful sweetheart," he grinned. "This is how I'll 
remember you."

She came to him, new tears in her eyes, but also a smile. "You will 
always be in me Daddy, both in my heart and in my cunt.  I love you."

She kissed him before stepping out of the room, the waiting guard 
quickly ushering her out of sight.

Before he could return to his seat at the controls another man entered 
the room. "Dr. Whelan?"

Malcolm turned to see who was asking for him. "Mr. Reynolds.  Perfect 
timing, as always."

"I came as soon as order 66 went out.  I figured you could use my 
services." The younger man entered the room, his eyes scanning the 
images flashing on the monitors.

"I don't have to remind you that what you see here stays here, right?" 
Mal asked, already knowing the answer before Reynolds spoke.

"Come on, Doc, you know I would never..."

"I know, I was just ribbing you." Mal smiled at him before handing over a 
thick file folder. "This is what needs to happen; I'll leave it up to you to 
decide how it gets done.  I trust your judgment in delicate matters such 
as this."

"Thanks Mal," he said while taking the folder. "Can I call you Mal?"

"If you clear this up you can call me anything you want.  We have a leak, 
Reynolds, someone is talking.  I believe the Council thinks it might be 
me, especially after all the security protocols I've been skirting around 
here."

"Yeah, um... I've been meaning to ask you about that.  I know how 
important this project of yours is, but a lot of red flags went up when you 
okayed the use of the MERI device on your own family.  I mean, its one 
thing to wipe out an experience, it's quite another to rewrite someone's 
past." Reynolds sounded concerned.

"I owed it to them.  I couldn't let them go through life believing that they 
had lost a daughter, that she had been abducted or killed.  It just didn't 
seem right to me.  My family has been making sacrifices since the start 
of this thing, that ends today," Mal defended.

"Okay... okay... maybe you had good reasons for your actions; it's not 
my place to judge.  Just make sure the new memories take before you 
release them back into the wild.  We don't need anymore people 
claiming to be alien abductees out there."

"Thanks, and I will, don't worry." Mal smiled at his friend. "Now, back to 
business.  Everything you'll need is in that folder.  You should be able to 
work your magic with what I'm giving you."

Reynolds flipped through the pages, "Yeah, looks like some good stuff.  
Hey, uh... I know you aren't the leak.  You've got too much invested in 
this project to ruin it now, but do you have any clues as to who it might 
be?"

"Just a guess?  I think it might be someone on Reed's team, Dr. Chase 
maybe.  He's been making regular trips to Philadelphia, unscheduled 
trips."

"I'll look into it for you.  If I find out who it is, do you want me to take care 
of it?" Reynolds asked, never looking up from the file's contents.

"Yes," Mal answered, "as quietly as possible.  Give your findings directly 
to the Council, don't bring them to me.  I don't want them to think I've 
interfered with your investigation.  They don't completely trust me, at 
least not yet."

"You got it, Doc." Reynolds paused for a moment in his leafing. "Just 
one last thing.  I saw the results of the RBC Factor tests, don't you think 
it will raise some eyebrows?"

"What are you getting at, Reynolds?" Mal asked, slightly annoyed by this 
game of twenty questions.

"The boy, sir," he answered flatly. "Granted he didn't score as high as 
the girl, but his results were still well above acceptable levels.  Why not 
take them both?"

Mal was silent for a moment, trying to choose his words well.  He knew 
that whatever he said would find its way back to the other Council 
members.

"One child is enough for our needs.  I chose the girl not only because of 
her high scores, but because she fits in with the ultimate goal of the 
project.  Taking the boy would just be redundant.  Taking one child from 
my daughter is enough.  I don't see any reason why she should have to 
sacrifice any more than the rest of my family has."

"Good enough for me, Doc.  I'll be in touch with you when my task is 
complete.  Good luck with the move." With that, Reynolds shook Mal's 
hand.  Unseen by the security cameras within the tiny control room, Mal 
slipped a small black crystal into Reynolds' hand, which he deftly 
pocketed before leaving the room.  

'That little shit is going to be the death of me, ' Mal thought as he 
returned to his seat. 'One day we won't have to pretend that we aren't 
friends.  No more acting for the cameras.

'Okay, let's get this show on the road.  Time for the final act.' 

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Stephanie was exhausted.  Her body slumped over her father, her legs 
shaking, her arms barely preventing her from falling on him.  She'd been 
slamming into him for what seemed like an eternity, had cum too many 
times to count, and yet, she still wasn't satiated.

Too tired to continue her assault she had gradually slowed her actions 
down to the point where she was merely grinding herself against him.  
He continued to moan and groan under her, his cock remaining firm 
though he had cum almost as many times as she had.

Stephanie...

The stranger's voice returned, perhaps they had a solution to her 
insatiable needs.

"Yes?" she responded weakly.

No matter what happens... I do not want you to move from your 
position... Do you understand?

"Y... yes, I understand."

Good girl... You are about to be joined by some other players in 
this game... you are not to speak to them or interfere in any way... If 
you do... YOU will be punished... Not your father... YOU will be 
punished... Do you understand?

This was a new twist.  Steph was scared by it's implications but replied 
anyway, "I understand, I won't... interfere."

Good girl... 

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Sarah rested on Robbie's lap, enjoying the sensation of feeling his dick 
soften and slowly slip from her bottom hole.  She was completely 
content just sitting there, listening to him breathing behind her, his arms 
still encircling her tiny body possessively.

Sarah and Robbie...

Both kids leapt up at the sound of their names being called.  It was the 
first time that the voice had ever spoken to them directly, and it scared 
them.

"Yes?" Robbie asked the ceiling, still not knowing exactly where the 
speakers were hidden.

You are about to rejoin your father and sister... You are to do 
exactly as I say or I will punish both of them... I can cause them a 
great deal of pain if I choose to... Do you understand?

"Yes," they answered in unison, holding each others hands tightly.

Good... When the door opens you are to enter the other room... Do 
not speak to either Stephanie or your father... Once inside... Robbie 
I want you to help your little sister climb on top of your father's 
chest... facing away from Stephanie... then wait for your next 
instructions... Do you understand?

Robbie looked down at Sarah.  She stared back at him with her 
matching blue eyes. "We understand."

Good...

The metal door that Robbie had discovered earlier slid open with a hiss, 
light from the other room spilling in.  Robbie and Sarah walked 
tentatively through it, wondering what acts of depravity would befall them 
next.  Both were a little scared, but also a little excited. 

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Steph watched as the door by the mirror slid open with a hiss, her heart 
beating a tattoo within her chest.  When Robbie and Sarah walked in, 
hand in hand, she gave a sigh of relief.  She had imagined a gang rape, 
twenty or more strangers pouring in and fucking her until she bled.  
Seeing only two come in, her own brother and sister, calmed her frayed 
nerves.  She even gave them a weak smile as they came close.

Stanley had similarly been afraid of what might come through that door, 
though seeing his naked son and baby daughter come in did little to 
calm his anxieties.  From his upside-down perspective he could clearly 
see how red and puffy their sexual organs were, clear signs that he and 
Steph were not the only ones being forced to commit depraved acts.

Without a word spoken, Robbie boosted Sarah up onto the table with 
their father.  She swung her leg over him, straddling his hairy chest and 
inadvertently covering her naked flesh with his earlier expenditures.  Her 
naked baby cunt felt hot against his cooled skin.

Good, little ones... You listen very well... Sarah... lean down so that 
you are chest to chest with your daddy...

"Euuww... cold and sticky," he heard her whisper as she lowered herself 
until her head rested on his shoulder.

Stephanie was given a perfect view of Sarah's bald cunny and asshole 
as she leaned against her father.  She saw how red and swollen she 
was, her bottom hole still open slightly.  She watched as a pearl of white 
cum slipped out of that tiny pucker and slid down her pussy lips.

'That little fucker!' She shot Robbie a look to kill. 'I can't believe he 
fucked a little girl!'

She kept her outrage to herself, preferring just to glare at him instead of 
breaking the command to remain silent.

Robbie... move to the front of the table and face your sisters...

Robbie did as he was told.  He saw the hatred in Steph's eyes and it 
bore into him.  'She knows, ' he thought, guilt burning his face. 'She can 
see that I've fucked her.'

Stanley was now presented with his son's flaccid cock just inches away 
from his face.  It was close enough for him to see flakes of dried cum, to 
smell sex on him.  He knew what Robbie had done as well, but the 
thought only caused him to moan, wishing he could have seen it happen 
first hand.

Stanley... open your mouth...

Stan was a broken man.  He had no desire to resist anymore, the 
consequences of refusal too much for him to bear.  His mouth opened.

Robbie... put your cock in your daddy's mouth...

Rob was taken aback.  'I'm not gay!' he screamed in his head, but his 
body moved forward anyway.  He moaned in pleasure as his soft penis 
slipped into the hot, wet, confines of his dad's mouth.

Suck him, Stan... get your little boy nice and hard... taste him on 
your tongue... know that you are tasting Sarah as well... both her 
cunt and ass have been impaled by the tool in your mouth... suck 
him clean... and suck him dry...

Robbie felt his dad moan against him.  He was eagerly sucking on his 
cock, rolling his still soft member around with his tongue, squeezing his 
shaft between his lips.  Rob felt himself begin to harden once again, a 
miracle after all the times he had already been brought off this night.

Sarah watched wide eyed as her daddy sucked on Robbie's penis.  It 
was something she had thought about doing ever since he had almost 
licked her cunny in the showers.  'That looks like fun!' she thought as 
Robbie began to make little hunching motions against Stan's face.

Robbie... let your sister have a taste... use both of their mouths for 
your pleasure...

Robbie pulled free of his father's sucking mouth, hearing him groan at 
the loss, and presented his spit shined member to Sarah.  She wasted 
no time in taking him into her smaller mouth, tasting a mix of him and her 
father's saliva.

Stephanie watched as her brother began alternating between her dad 
and little sister.  A few pumps in one sucking mouth before switching to 
the other. 'Oh my God!  They like this!  They like sucking on his dick!'

Stephanie... stroke your father's cock... make him cum again... 
make him squirt on your baby sister's little pussy...

Without thinking, she found her hand already pumping vigorously on her 
dad's eight inch staff.  He was close, so close that it didn't take much 
before he was once again firing off round after round of sticky cum.  She 
quickly aimed him, his offering spattering against Sarah's sex, coating 
her pink flower with white.  Steph imagined it had been her fake cock 
doing the shooting, her fake cock that had broken her sister's cherries.  
She cried out as her own orgasm took her.

She cried out so loudly that the door opening behind her went unnoticed.  
She was still trembling through that orgasm when she felt someone step 
behind her, pressing their body against her back.

She was about to scream when her own mother's voice whispered into 
her ear, "Shhhh... its okay baby, it's just me."

"Mommy?" Steph asked, trying to turn around but finding it impossible.

"Yes baby, it's me.  I want you to relax, okay?  Mommy's going to make 
you feel better." Helen's arms came around her daughter, her hands 
finding her soft breasts. "Mommy's going to make it all better."

Stephanie tensed as her mom began to feel her up.  She could feel her 
mom's bare breasts pressing into her shoulder blades, her hot breath on 
her ear, and something hard pressing against her ass.

"Now do as I tell you, okay honey?  We don't want to make them angry 
do we?" Helen's voice crackled with desire in Steph's ear.

"Okay Mommy," Steph returned.  Her mom's hands felt fantastic, she 
knew exactly how to touch her tits.

"Now lean forward, baby, all the way down," Helen purred.

Steph began to lean forward, stopping just before her face made contact 
with Sarah's upturned ass.

"All the way baby," Helen commanded, her hands now pressing Steph's 
shoulders down.

"But mom, I... Sarah's..." Steph sputtered.

"I know, baby, I want you to." Helen pressed more firmly against Steph's 
shoulders, muffling her protests by pushing her face into Sarah's cum 
dripping cunt. "I want you to taste her.  Taste her desire to be licked and 
pleasured.  Taste your brother and father's seed on her baby cunt."

Steph's nose was pressed hard into Sarah's asshole.  Nervously her 
tongue began to explore her sister's pussy, tasting the sweetness of her 
juices, the tang of her sweat, and the bitterness of the cum left by her 
brother and father.

Sarah groaned around Robbie's hard cock.  He had been distracted by 
his father sucking on his balls as his sister inhaled his tool.  Now he 
looked up to see why she had groaned.  The smiling face of his nude 
mother met his gaze.  He nearly came right then and there.

Helen moved back a bit, bringing the tip of her slick dildo up to meet the 
cleft of Stephanie's rear end.  She used one hand to spread her cheeks 
open, the other to guide her phallus.  With one long stroke she buried 
the thin cock deeply into her daughter's bowels.

"AAAIIIEEEHHH!" Steph's head whipped up, crying out at the sudden 
intrusion into her virgin hole.  Her mother was hushing her softly, telling 
her to relax and let it happen.  Steph tried to pull away from the 
unwanted cock, but only succeeded in grinding harder into her father.

"It will be okay baby... shhhh... just relax... just relax and enjoy what I'm 
doing to you... you'll like it... I promise... shhhh," her mother repeated 
over and over again.  After a while Steph did begin to relax a bit, the 
cock in her ass was vibrating like the one in her pussy.  After a few 
minutes of squirming, she could no longer tell which was which.

Helen gently pushed her daughter's face back into Sarah's pussy.  Steph 
instantly went back to work on the little girl as her mom began to slowly 
stroke in and out of her tight asshole.  She was amazed to find that she 
was, indeed, starting to enjoy the feeling.

Stan groaned with a mouth full of his son's soft testicles.  Every time 
Helen pounded into Steph, Steph's cock pounded into him, triggering his 
prostate.  He was the first to cum, his humming sending Robbie into the 
stratosphere.

Robbie, unable to withstand his pleasure any longer, began squirting his 
cum into his hungry sister's sucking mouth.

Sarah felt her brother swell up before his cum flooded into her.  She tried 
to swallow as quickly as she could, but it was too much.  Cum dribbled 
out of her mouth and onto her father's lips below.  Stephanie's tongue 
had found her little clitty and was working her magic all too well.  Sarah 
came hard, spitting Rob's cock out in order to cry out her bliss.

Stephanie's face became washed in her little sister's juices.  She had 
never known that a woman could cum so hard, never known that a girl 
could squirt her juices with so much force.  She was drenched in girl 
cum, the hot liquid dripping from her chin.  The sheer perversity of 
sucking off her sister, while her mother fucked away in her ass, took her 
over the edge.  Her own cum flowed heavily from her pussy, coating 
both her mother and herself in clear honey sweet juice.

Helen slammed into Stephanie, her hips slapping against the teenagers 
ass cheeks with a loud smack, a wet slurp as she pulled away.  She 
watched as the writhing mass of bodies took turns cumming, each one 
triggering the other like a set of domino's tumbling away.

She watched as Robbie fell away from the group, landing on the floor 
with a thud, his body too exhausted to keep him on his feet any longer.  
She listened to her family moan in pleasure, pleasure that she knew was 
because of her.  Her father had given her the means, but she had been 
the dreamer.  Her vision of bliss now coming to complete fruition before 
her eyes.  Her body shook, her mind went blank, her eyes went wide, 
the flashes of light returned...

"OH GOD YES!  I'M CUMMING DADDY!  I'M CUMMING!" 

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Robbie slumped on the floor, unable to move a muscle.  He had listened 
as his mother cried out her orgasm, but that had been a while ago.  Now 
the only sounds in the room were snores.

Looking up at the table he found that he was not the only one still 
awake.  Sarah languidly stared down at him, her twinkling blue eyes half 
closed.  She mouthed the words, 'I love you' down to him.

Robbie smiled before returning the sentiment.  Her eyes fluttered closed, 
sleep finally overtaking her.  Robbie's own eyes were fighting a losing 
battle with the desire to sleep.  Though mostly closed, he still fought to 
keep just a sliver of the real world in his vision.

He watched, unable to move or make a sound, as two men dressed in 
white came into the room.  He watched in paralyzed panic as they 
picked up the sleeping form of his baby sister and began to carry her 
away.

'Where are you taking her!' he screamed in his mind. 'Stop!  Come back!  
Sarah!'

As her limp body was removed from his field of vision, he lost his fight 
against dreams, darkness swallowing the light.

'I'll never leave you, Sarah... I love you.'



Concluded in Epilogue....


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