                          Twenty-three Steps
                             by FertileMind

CopyrightÂ© 2010 by FertileMind


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Description: Antoinette is 7 years-old. She's a lover to her Grandpa Lombardo, her Mother and Grandmother are willing and unwilling conspirators. She's been called to bring beer to him in the cellar where Grandpa and his friends sit and smoke their pipes and cigars, and drink wine and beer after working all day. She travel's the 23 steps it takes to get to the basement at the bottom of the steps, it’s a journey she’s made many times. She's resigned to her fate but tonight one of Grandpas friends makes her feel something new, and very nice. After she feels it for the first time, she starts to look forward to playing with her Grandpa and his friends.

Codes: MF Mf FF Ff pedo, lesbian incest mother father daughter gang group orgy oral anal toys creampie voyeur
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Disclaimer Please be aware that the story you are about to read is fiction it bears no resemblance to any event past or present. The Author does not in any way condone the activities referred to in his story and all events are pure fantasy. PLEASE NOTE The story codes and this disclaimer relate to this and subsequent chapters of this story. Enjoy.

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Chapter 1


"Antoinette, come here." her mother called. It was a call Antoinette anticipated, it was a Friday night and the weekends were the times, the times she sometimes didn't like. She was 7 and a half year old, and the TV was on, it was a black and white TV, it was 1969. They had color ones now but Grandpa... , the picture of Grandpa in her mind stopped her thought process, because he was calling for her, that was why her Mother had called her. Of course she knew it to be true, but she made believe she hadn't heard. She stared at the screen and even though her favorite show was on she wasn't seeing anything. She was waiting for the next….."ANTOINETTE!" She sighed and got up and went to the kitchen.

Her Grandma was washing the dishes, not looking at her, but her Mother was looking at her, her face worried looking and tired, "Didn't you hear me?"

She shook her head, "I'm sorry Momma, I was watching TV." 

Her mothers eyes were beautiful, but sad sometimes, she had seen one time what kind of things happened in the cellar, but she must have forgot. Because she still sent Antoinette down there, to bring beer, or sometimes food to Grandpa Lombardo and his friends. Grandma had seen too, but she just turned around and went back up the stairs, so she must have forgotten also. Her mother looked away from Antoinette's eyes, "Here, bring these three bottles of beer down to your Grandpa and his friends, be careful, don't drop them, then come back up..... when you're all done."

Momma gave her the three big cold brown bottles and dropped the bottle opener into her jumper top and turned away. She went to the cellar door and opened it. The beer felt so cold against the skin of her small arms, she wanted to drop it and run out the back door and hide in the yard, but she turned towards the door resigned, her arms already getting numb from the cold beer bottles. She walked towards the door seeing in her young mind, and hearing every single step, there were 23 of them. She knew which ones made the creaking noise, and which ones sighed, and which ones snapped, some of them popped, and one even laughed at her. She hated those steps, hated them as she walked past her mother and stepped down onto the little landing, she felt her mothers hand touch her hair and heard her sigh, but she didn't stop her, didn't help her, didn't bring the beer to Grandpa.

The door closed behind her and it was dark, there were coats hanging on hooks and a broom and dust pan, but there at the bottom of the steps was a bare bulb burning, way down at the bottom of the steps. She knew them well enough, these stairs, she'd traveled them often enough in her young life. She sighed again as she stepped down and the familiar scent of the cellar hit her. It was dry and dusty and damp, all at once. There was the smell of fermenting grapes, her Grandfather made his own wine down here. There was the scent of laundry soap, her Mother and Grandmother did the laundry down here. And there was the smell of earth, of being under the earth and it was cool. The small windows were dark, it was night, it was Friday night. She smelled oil, Grandpa had all his tools down here, and his workbench, and the boiler was down here too, the thing that made the radiators hiss and clang in the winter.

She smelled tobacco, pipe tobacco, cigar smoke, and ... Fruit! She loved to pick fruit with her Grandpa, her Grandfather had picked a bunch of figs from his trees, and peaches too, they liked to cut the peaches up and put them in the wine. She liked the taste of the peaches after they had soaked in the wine. She was hesitant again, not afraid, but she thought of the taste of wine soaked sweet peach’s and she felt better. Her arms were numb now, and suddenly she was very afraid she would drop the bottles, so she started down the steps slowly, carefully. Each one made its familiar noise, a creak, a groan, a sigh or a snap, some made no noise at all, while other cried out in a chorus as if she were stepping on two at a time. It was like they were talking to her, they knew she was coming, the stairs knew who it was cause they sounded different when big people walked on them, and her Grandpa and his friends, they knew too. She went slowly, the cold bottles hurt her arms and she was afraid she'd trip and fall and break the bottles, so even though the cold hurt, she was careful not to trip.

She got to the bottom and turned around and looked back up, 23 steps to the top, she could see light coming from under the door to the kitchen, it looked far far away. She turned to her right now and looked into the dark maw of the open door to the root cellar, where her Momma and her Grandma put the potato's and the onions, the carrots and the root vegetables, all the things they put into jars, like pickles and corn and all kinds of other things. Her Grandpa didn't like to buy stuff like that from the market, he grew it all in the big garden in their backyard. Antoinette helped him all the time, she liked it best when they were outside in the garden, or even upstairs, but not so much in the cellar. Her arms hurt bad now and she turned left again and heard the men talking and laughing and saw another bare bulb, a brighter one, with a haze of smoke around it. She walked past the steps, past the Christmas decorations stored underneath them, toward the washing machine and the old clothes ringer and the sink on the left. Grandpa wouldn't buy a clothes dryer, he liked them to be hung outside cause he said it made them smell sweet and fresh, he'd wink at her and add, "Like my sweet Antoinette". She passed the boiler on the right, and walked towards the wall where she would turn right and find Grandpa and his friends, sitting around an old card table. She hesitated again and she heard him now, he was getting impatient, "Antoinette, come here with those bottles child, your arms are numb by now, come on my beautiful Granddaughter, come and visit your Grandpa Lombardo and his friends."

She came to them, like a little lamb, meekly to the slaughter, was she their sacrifice? She saw her Grandpa smiling, his eyes were bright with wine and tobacco, he sat with his work benches around him and his friends. There was Mr. Albanese, and Mr. Risutto, and Mr. Scamatta, all of them smiling at the pretty little girl with the cold beer. He beckoned to her, "Here child, give me the beer before your arms freeze off and you drop them." 

She walked to him and they all smiled at her as they sat on a collection of old wooden chairs, she was relieved there were just three of his friends, sometimes there were more. He took the beer from her and put the bottles on the table nodding to his friends as he reached into her jumper for the bottle opener and gave it to Mr. Albanese, who opened the bottles. He smiled, "Do you have a kiss for your Grandpa Lombardo Antoinette?" 

She nodded, quiet, knowing it would not be a normal kiss, like so many he gave her upstairs or outside. He held her close and she breathed in his scent, he smelled like stone, like bricks and rock and gravel, he was a stonemason, the best in the city everyone said. He took his knife and speared a fat juicy piece of peach from his wine glass and offered it to her, she opened her mouth and ate it, it was good, so good, sweet and strong like the rum balls Grandma made for Christmas. Grandpa made the best homemade wine, everyone said so, he followed the peach with a sip of his wine, and she drank it, she loved the taste. Then he tipped her face up with his callused finger and he kissed her. She tasted the wine and his pipe tobacco as his tongue swam in her small mouth while she suckled it, he kissed her a long time.

He lifted her onto his lap now as his hands caressed the inside of her thigh, her jumper was up almost around her waist now, they could see her underwear, she felt a little bit warm and her face was hot as Grandpa gave her another sip of wine. His hands were like the concrete of their driveway, hard and rough like sandpaper. His fingers were crooked, broken many times over during his life by the heavy stones he made his living from. His skin was thick and callused, its scraped the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh but it felt good. He was strong, his arms were huge, he had a belly but it was as hard as rock, she had seen him lift boulders when he was landscaping yards for rich people. That was when she and her Mommy brought him his lunch, after her Daddy had died and they moved in with Grandpa and Grandma. She wished her Daddy was still alive, she missed him, even though she couldn't remember too much about him, she knew she loved him.

Grandpa's fingers were inside her underwear now, and the men sitting around the table were smiling and touching their hard part, Grandpa called it his dick, sometimes his cock. They were all rubbing their dicks now. She could see Mr. Albanese's and Mr. Risutto's, but not Mr. Scamatta, he was on the other side of the table. Grandpa took his hand away and speared another wine soaked piece of peach and fed it to her, then he kissed her again and stood her up and pulled her underwear down and took it off, he undid his belt and opened his pants and took his dick out, it was very big, bigger than his friends. He picked her back up and put her in his lap facing his friends, his big dick was sticking up between her legs and she could feel its heat. He kissed her ear and it tickled, so she giggled, she couldn't help it and he gave her another sip of wine as he spread her legs. She felt his hot hard dick press against her privates and it made her tingle and it made her just a little anxious, because it usually hurt the first time he put it in her, until she was nice and wet. She felt herself getting wet.

He smiled and spread her legs further and said to his friends, "Isn't she beautiful?" as he rubbed her between her legs, he called her privates his "Flower". "Look at this beautiful flower." he said as he rubbed her up and down, and around the top of her private place. 

He dipped his rough finger in his wine and started playing with her again, slowly putting more and more of his finger in her, she was feeling drowsy from the wine and Mr. Albanese held his glass to her lips and she drank the cold beer from it as Grandpa's finger went deeper, "Ahh", said Grandpa, "her little flower is getting wetter, it must be the honey she makes whenever she comes to play with Grandpa and his friends." 

The men laughed softly as he rubbed his dick against her flower now, making the fat head wet. He whispered in her ear, "Grandpa wants to fuck his little flower, and see her take care of his friends too, can my beautiful Antoinette do that for her Grandpa hmmm? Will you take care of all my friends for me Antoinette, they love your beautiful flower like I do."

Antoinette couldn't say no, she had tried at first when she was real little, she said she would tell her Mommy and her Grandma, and Grandpa laughed when she said that. "Tell them Antoinette, they won't believe you, and if you ever tell anyone else, I'll make you and your Mommy go away and you won't have a place to live, or food to eat, or clothes to wear, would you do that to your Mommy?" 

She wouldn't, but she thought her Grandpa was telling the truth, she knew because she told her Mommy, and she told her Grandma, and they got mad at her. They told her she shouldn't tell lies, and they punished her. Grandma spanked her, and Mommy made her go to bed with no supper that night, she was hungry and her butt hurt, so she didn't tell them anymore. She thought for sure when Mommy saw it, when she came down the steps that time with the laundry basket in her arms, and she saw what Grandpa was doing that she would make him stop, but she just put the basket down real fast and went back upstairs. And later when she was giving Antoinette her bath, when she washed her privates, she felt Grandpa's seed in her, and she got real red and left Antoinette in the tub till Grandma came in and helped her wash her hair and finished helping her get ready for bed.

So Antoinette nodded and answered, her own voice sounded like it was coming from far away, "Un huh, I will Grandpa, I'll take care of them for you." He held the glass to her lips and she drank a big gulp of wine, and then another and little Antoinette said, "You can all fuck me Grandpa, okay... , you can all do it, I like it when my flower gets all wet, like now, I, I wanna do it with you and your friends Grandpa." 

Grandpa Lombardo smiled, he had already worked his cock into her as he spoke to her. The fat head and almost an inch were inside her. She looked very sexy to the men as he pulled her jumper up and over her head and then held her waist as his friends looked on approvingly while he fucked his 7 year-old granddaughters stretched little flower. He spread it further and further with each thrust of his big dick, till he had almost half of it, 4 inches, sliding in and out of her slippery tight hole. She was drunk, and her face was pink from the wine and beer, she was feeling giddy and light, she closed her eyes and rode her Grandpa's big dick, waiting for his first time, for his first seed to fill her tummy. He always did it twice to her, they all did, once in her privates, her flower, and then there was the second time. After she was all naked, she sucked all their dicks, one at a time, till she got all their seed a second time in her mouth. That was how it worked, and it hadn't hurt at all this time, it felt really good. Usually just at first it was tight, and it hurt a little, but then the peaches and the wine and the cold beer, made it not hurt at all.

Grandpa was bouncing her now, his dick was going in and out real fast, he said something but she didn't understand, and then she felt it. It was a hot wet sensation inside her belly, in her flower, Grandpa was planting his seed, putting it in her. He told her when she got older they would have to wear rubbers so the seed wouldn't grow into a baby, she didn't understand. Why would you have to put rubbers on your shoes to keep a baby from growing in your belly, was it the rain, but they were inside? It hurt her head to think so instead she relaxed and she just rode her Grandpa till he was done. He rested a moment, and took her blouse off and her undershirt so she was naked. He pulled his dick out and spread her, showing his friends her stretched hole and his seed as it leaked out of her flower.

He smiled as he picked her up and passed her to Mr. Albanese, he kept her in the same position, facing away so everyone could watch each other. She was already stretched so he went in pretty easy even though she had closed up a little, but he was a little smaller than Grandpa Lombardo so it wasn't bad at all the second time. Grandpa was smiling, "My Granddaughter is a fine puttana eh boys? Just like her mother, marrying that Greek bastard after he knocked her up, to bad about his accident huh boys?" 

They all laughed at that, and Mr. Albanese was bouncing her hard now too, and soon he sighed and she felt it again, the wet heat in her flower, in her privates, and she knew she was getting Mr. Albanese's seed now. He rested a little just like Grandpa did, and when he pulled out of her a lot more seed came out because she was full already, so it dripped from between her legs as she was passed to Mr. Scamatta.

He took her and entered her the same way, he was smallest so it was real easy this time, but he went slow, and made her drink more cold beer while he fucked her, and Mr. Risutto fed her more peaches, she felt really light, like a feather now as she bounced on Mr. Scamatta's lap. His dick was way up inside of her, the whole thing cause he was smallest, but he lasted longer and it was a few minutes as she watched all the others watching her. Her Grandpa included they were all playing with their dicks as they watched her get fucked. 

Grandpa looked at her, "You're a good puttana Antoinette, do you know what a puttana is child?" She shook her head, it was all she could do, she was drunk, so she didn't understand much of anything. He looked at his friends, and he spoke to her, "A putanna is a whore Antoinette, a woman who'll sleep with anyone, that's what your mother is, or was, now she only sleeps with me, do you understand?"

She nodded her head again even though she didn’t understand as Mr. Scamatta started bouncing her faster, Grandpa smiled but didn't say anything else and then she felt it for the third time, and she was really full cause she felt it running out of her flower and down the inside of her thighs. Mr. Scamatta held her a little longer, turning her pretty face and kissing her mouth like Grandpa had done, before he lifted her off and passed her to Mr. Risutto. He smiled and kissed her as he took her, she was stretched good now, and he was as big as Grandpa was. Still he went into her flower as easy as could be, but it hurt a little this time cause he went deeper, her Grandpa was first and couldn't go to deep, but now she was stretched and it was uncomfortable as he bounced her cause he was going a lot deeper. She moaned a little bit and tried not to cry out, he was the last one and she didn't think he'd take too long, but he did something the others hadn't. As he was bouncing her he rubbed her too, right at the top off her flower, he made her tingle, it was nice, really nice, and it took her mind off of the discomfort.

The tingling got stronger and stronger and she heard her Grandpa say, "You're trying to make her cum aren't you?" Then he was talking to her, "Antoinette, my little puttana, do you like that, does you flower feel good when Mr. Risutto rubs you like that?"

Antoinette nodded, she replied weakly, "Un huh, feels good, nice Grandpa, feels real nice. Aaaah aah, I, I like it, like it Grandpa."

He laughed, "What a little fucking whore, I'm going to have to start fucking her upstairs in the bed with her Mother, maybe she could teach that whore a thing or two huh boys? Wouldn't you all love to be fucking your daughter and your granddaughter in the same bed?" 

They all laughed and agreed as Mr. Risutto bounced her harder and faster and rubbed her flower harder too, it was the weirdest feeling she ever had in her young life. It was the first time that doing it with Grandpa and his friends felt so good, really really good. She hoped she wasn't going to pee, but something was happening in her tummy. Oh, oh my, mmmm, what, what was happening? What was happening down there, oh, oooh, oh man, she made sounds and shook her head and grabbed Mr. Risutto's arms with her hands.

She couldn't see but he was smiling and the others were too. Mr. Albanese said, "Do it puttana, cum good you little whore! Christ almighty you‘re makin the kid cum!”" 

Something broke inside of her, in her belly, between her legs, her eyes were closed but her head was full of sparkling lights as waves of feelings, crazy feelings screamed through her young body! Grandpa and his friends had been fucking her since she was 6, he told her that, but she was 7 and a half now, and this had never happened before! Oh wow, oooh wow, it felt nice, real real nice! And just as it was ebbing she felt the heat, the wet heat, and that feeling seemed to be more pleasant now, before it just was; now it joined in with the fading good feeling from between her legs, and it felt nice, really nice. She liked it, she‘d liked it a lot.

She lay back exhausted from the alcohol and the fucking, but most of all the orgasm, though she didn't even know what it was that had happened to her, she decide she liked it. She opened her eyes to see all of them smiling, and she smiled back, she turned her head and she said, "Thank you Mr. Risutto, that felt real nice, I ... it never happened like that before," and she looked at Grandpa Lombardo and said, "can you make that happen to me again Grandpa? I liked it, I liked it a lot."

All the men laughed as she was lifted off of Mr. Risutto and handed back to her Grandpa. He held her in his lap and spread her legs, displaying her cummy messy flower, all wet and dripping, Grandpa kissed her head and said, "So you liked that hmmm, maybe Grandpa will have to show you some other things that can make a little girl feel nice, but right now here, have some peach and some wine, we have to rest a little, then you can suck all of us, suck all our cocks real good Antoinette."

She rested sleepily in his lap, turning slightly sideways, breathing in the scent of stone and brick, and dozing while they drank and smoked, she wondered if they could make her feel that way while she sucked them, she hoped she'd remember to ask. She started to dream about the 23 steps, but it wasn't a scary dream at all, it was a nice dream, the steps were calling her, and she wasn't anxious. She was calm, and she wanted to go to them, she wanted to hear them speak to her as she came to her Grandpa and his friends.
