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From grobert@soho.ios.com Mon Sep 30 17:08:40 1996
WARNING:
     This story is fiction and should be treated as such.
     The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex.
If you are not an adult or reading descriptions sex stories upset
you, do not read any further.
     I am not the author.  I don't have the talent.
     I can only be the "TheEditor."





                           Family Night



                             Chapter 1

     "Come on, honey," Laura whispered into Don's ear, tugging at
his arm.
     Don gave a little embarrassed laugh, largely for the benefit
of the children who were sitting directly across from them.  He
and Laura had just returned from ten days honeymoon in Mexico, and
somehow, he wanted to reassure the children ... Laura's children
really, that he'd be a good father to them.  He wasn't quite sure
how to go about the whole thing, but he was determined to try.
     "Tell us more about Mexico, Don!" MaryAnn piped up, her
bright eyes scanning her new stepfather's face for some indication
of how it would be to live with him.
     Rick meanwhile, sat watching his mother.  It seemed odd to
him that she'd hardly kissed him hello and now, she wasn't really
paying any attention to them, but kept looking at Don with that
strange expression.  He'd never seen his mother with such a queer
look on her face!  It made him very uncomfortable, and he wished
they would leave, since that seemed to be what his mother wanted
to do.
     "We'll tell you all about it in the morning, darlings," Laura
replied, brushing her dark hair back from her face with her hand.
"Right now, Mommie and Don are tired from their trip!"  She gave a
delicate yawn as if to corroborate this, and whispered into Don's
ear again.
     "I feel all hot and bothered, baby come on!"
     Don blushed a bright red and stood up.  In spite of himself,
he realized that he had an enormous erection, and he hoped the
kids wouldn't notice.  As soon as he could, he turned his back to
them and started toward the bedroom door.  It was strange.  This
was going to be his new home, with a ready-made family to boot.
Once more he wondered if he'd thought the whole thing out
carefully enough before deciding to marry Laura ... but as usual,
he abandoned it, because it was too late now.  Laura jumped up
from the sofa, and went to kiss the children goodnight.
Absentmindedly, she rumpled their hair and patted their heads.
     "Goodnight, darlings ... see you in the morning!"
     "Goodnight mother!" Rick and MaryAnn echoed.  "Night, Don!"
     Their faces reflected their curiosity and confusion caused by
their mother's marriage, and as they watched the newlyweds walk
arm in arm into their mother's bedroom, they looked at each other
nervously.
     Rick was only thirteen and his sister a year older, but they
both had the precocity of extra bright children that comes from
being largely on their own.  Growing up with no father, they had
learned quickly how to get along by themselves when their young
and pretty mother was at work.  But now, things were going to be
quite different, and they knew it ... and judging from the way it
was starting out, neither one of them thought they were going to
like it much.
     MaryAnn went over to turn on the TV and then let her petite
body drop heavily into the big easy chair.  Her brother sat on the
sofa opposite her, depression making him frown slightly as he
watched the flickering screen.
     When Laura closed the door behind them she immediately threw
her arms around Don's neck, pressing her voluptuous body as close
to his as she possibly could, letting the proud, firm peaks of her
breasts dig sensuously into his chest.  She had stopped wearing a
bra altogether during their honeymoon, expressly for the purpose
of inflaming her new husband.  And she'd found that it always
worked.  As his hands moved swiftly up from her waist she heard
the expected gasp that came from his lips as he slid up under her
blouse and found her bare golden tanned breasts, just waiting for
his touch.
     "Oh, baby ..." he murmured.
     He had felt funny at first doing this while the children were
sitting right out in the living room of the small California house
... but now, he rapidly forgot them, and began to concentrate all
his attention on Laura.  He'd never known a woman as hungry for
sex as she was, and it made him turn into a lust ridden madman,
when she would tell him at the most unexpected times that she
wanted him ... just had to have him.  His ego was happily confused
at the craving his new wife had acquired for him ... but he
couldn't complain.  Almost any man would give his eyeteeth to be
in his position, he thought now, as he slid his tongue between
Laura's invitingly parted lips.  Her head was tilted back slightly
and her eyes were closed.  The dark fringed eyelashes fluttered
slightly as his hand dwelled lovingly upon the smooth flesh of her
taut breasts, twisting the nipples softly between thumb and
forefinger and making them like hard little balls.
     Her slender body felt over-warm and moist against him and he
wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there.  He could feel
the sweat standing out on his forehead as their kiss continued,
his tongue probing deeply into her mouth, searching out every
hidden crevice, sucking slowly, methodically, as his penis grew to
mammoth proportions against her belly.
     "Come on ..." he said suddenly, breaking away from her.
"Come on over here!"
     Laura, flushed and out of breath, followed her husband.  Her
slacks and blouse were rumpled from being drenched with
perspiration, and she could think of only one thing.  Soon, she
would be writhing in naked passion beneath the body of the
wonderful man she'd married.  Her entire being seemed to long for
him, to belong utterly to him, and she wanted to prove it to him
again and again.  It wasn't the way it had been before they were
married, while they were dating, when Don would have to convince
her to make love with him.  And somehow then, even when they did
make love, she had been unable to let herself go completely.  Now,
it was different.  Now she wanted to please him so much, that she
could hardly control herself.
     Watching him with lust dulled eyes, Laura started to remove
her blouse, noting that her new husband, and now, father of her
children, too was rapidly taking off his clothes.  She pulled it
off over her head, and then shook her dark curly hair so that it
wouldn't hang in her face.  She was naked to the waist and though
proud of the shapely round, widely spaced, brown tipped breasts,
she trembled a little nonetheless under Don's avid scrutiny.
Before she had finished undoing her waistband of her slacks, he,
completely nude by this time, stepped forward and pressed his face
between the beautiful melon shaped swellings, running his tongue
hungrily from one perfect, erect nipple to the next.
     Her pale blue slacks slid from her hips to the floor,
revealing the round luscious curve of her thighs and hips.  A
smooth, gently curving belly topped the inverted crown of the
tremulous "vee" between her legs.  A profusion of dark curly pubic
hair glistened through the transparency of bikini nylon panties
that started way below her deep set navel.  Many people had told
her that she resembled Elizabeth Taylor, and this resemblance was
not only facial, but physical, for Laura's body was reminiscent of
the star's at her very best.
     Laura gasped and caught on to her husband's wagging head, to
prevent falling backwards.  He was muttering endearing terms into
her breasts, and she could feel a definite tingling around her
nipples where his teeth had started to nibble.  Her breasts felt
hot and swollen as though they might explode, and she wanted
desperately to lie down.  Right there on the rug if necessary.
She pulled backwards a little to make this message clear to her
husband, and as she did so, the smooth bulbous head of his erect
penis bumped against her upper thigh.  It grazed sideways along
her leg and then skidded against her panties, right at the fullest
point of her half hidden pussy.
     A shudder of desire went through her, and Don let himself be
pulled over backwards, grabbing her around the waist to make their
landing soft.  Her back pressing into the rug beside the bed,
Laura enjoyed the split second of waiting before Don's muscular
body crushed down upon her.  Oh, God, she thought ... this was the
best part!  Just the sheer weight of him on me.  She felt
absolutely marvelous to be pinned down flat on her back, to have
him hard and lean over her, manipulating her, taking her!
     Don's hardened penis was excitingly red and stiff as it
pressed against his new wife's luscious thigh, and he thought he
would go crazy if he didn't enter her soon.  It was as though they
hadn't made love in ages, and yet they had just been at it for
almost an hour that very morning, before catching the plane home.
He wanted her every bit as much now as he had then, and he
hurriedly hooked his thumbs into the elastic of her flimsy
panties, pulling down on them.  Laura lifted the full pliant moons
of her lush buttocks up off the floor to assist him, and soon, she
lay naked and quivering beneath him.  The fabric of the rug felt
warm and prickly beneath the smooth flesh of her buttocks and down
between her legs, her tender, gently throbbing pussy felt open and
vulnerable, just waiting for his hardened cock to worm its way
inside of it.
     "Oh, Don," she cooed, "oh hurry, darling, hurry!"
     He was hovering over her now, on his knees, her legs between
his spread thighs ... and his long, thick cock pointed straight
out from the base of his flat stomach.  Looking down at her, he
thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, she
looked like some goddess who was just created for love and nothing
else.  Nudging his knees between her long, graceful legs, he
spread Laura's thighs as far as he could.  She was moaning a
little now, and he enjoyed watching the expression of torment that
twisted her lovely features.  His surging penis bobbed obscenely
now, anxious to get on with it, as Don let his fingers wander down
along the soft surface of his wife's flat and trembling belly.
Every touch now he knew was sheer agony to her.  He would let her
wait just for a little while longer.  His fingers approached the
curve of her lower belly, and she began to toss her head to and
fro on the rug.  He intertwined his fingers in the moist curly
hair of her silken pussy, and then spread the small pulsating
pillows of flesh apart.  Looking curiously downward, he examined
the delicate coral pink of Laura's open cunt.  Her hips twisted as
she squirmed, pleading for mercy as Don's teasing middle finger
inserted itself among the soft pink lips of her moist, waiting
pussy.  The thick pad of his finger pressed downward on the tiny
head of Laura's clitoris, and he felt it jump like a frightened
animal.  It twitched, and grew steadily larger beneath the
relentless pressure of his finger, until he felt it hardening and
beginning to throb like a little prick ready for love.
     "Oh, oh, oh!" she cried, as he began a steady flicking motion
in the ever moistening opening of her pussy.  It was getting
better by the second, and Laura was now completely lost in the
throes of mounting pleasure, her face a mask of lustful longing.
     Perspiration dripped from Don's chest and hair, and he saw
the drops falling upon the velvet peach of his wife's skin.  A
drop fell directly between her firm full breasts, and then another
upon her belly, right near her navel.
     "Christ, you're gorgeous," he said to her, breathing heavily.
     The feel of her seeping wet beneath his finger was
incredible.  The smooth pink flesh of her pussy slipped and
nibbled deliciously until he thought sure he'd have to stop and
fuck her right then.  But he wanted to continue the unbearable
teasing that he knew would make Laura turn into a wild screaming
banshee of lust underneath him.
     "Kiss me, darling ... kiss me!" she pleaded finally and the
words were like hot coals searing right through him.  Quickly he
bent to do as she asked and as he did so, he took his swollen cock
in one hand and guided it unerringly toward her wide-spread cuntal
opening.  Removing his fingers from her pussy, he slipped his
tongue far back in her mouth, and put his arm underneath her at
the waist, pulling upward.  At the same time the blood-filled head
of his prick touched the tight wet mouth of Laura's vagina, and
Don pushed.  At first it was too tight, and then it loosened up a
bit, just enough for the head of his cock to bury itself snugly
inside.
     "OOOOOOH" Laura cried, bucking her hips upward spasmodically.
"OH GOD!"  Her legs spread still further out on either side of his
body as her eyes rolled back up into her head.
     Don grunted and pushed again.  He could feel her breasts,
smashed against his chest, and her heart, or was it his, pounding
hard between them.
     "AAAAAAAAArgh!"  This time the full length of his thick cock
sped like a roaring night train straight to the center of her
belly, crashing ahead, pushing the delicate flesh in tiny ripples
of pink before it, continuing onward, unstoppable until the very
end.  With a dull thud it landed against the tip of her womb and
stopped, pulsing hard and hungry against it.

                           *    *    *

     MaryAnn looked over toward her brother when she heard her
mother's scream.  He didn't look up from the comic book he'd
recently opened.  Hadn't he heard, she wondered?  But then she
realized that was silly.  How could he possibly not have heard
that shattering cry?  She adjusted her position in her chair
uneasily, and for some reason, pulled her short miniskirt down a
little over her thighs.
     She had started to leave the room to go to bed a few moments
ago, but now somehow, she couldn't move.  She watched as Rick
turned a page of his book and tried to decide whether or not he
was really reading or just pretending.  Then suddenly there was a
very loud bumping noise coming from the bedroom like something
being pounded into the floor ... and then it stopped ... only to
start again.
     Rick jumped up from the sofa and stood, trembling in the
middle of the living room.  MaryAnn could see that he was terribly
upset ... his face was bright red, and he seemed to have trouble
breathing.  She herself didn't feel terribly well either.  She had
chills running all up and down her back, and she wished she could
think of something to do or say.
     The bumping noise was now accompanied by grunts and moans
that drifted loudly through the flimsy plywood door of their
Mother's bedroom.
     "Do ... do you suppose that Mother's all right?" MaryAnn
asked, more to break the silence between them than anything else.
     She knew there was nothing the matter with Mother, although
she hadn't been quite so sure at first.  She hadn't been to all
those sexy movies in town for nothing ... still and all, those had
been movies, and this, well, this was very real!  How could Mother
be doing such a thing?
     She was unprepared for her brother's angry response.  He
turned on her almost viciously and cried out, "Of course she's all
right, you idiot ... don't you know what they're doing in there?"
He stalked over to the TV set and turned it on loud.  Still the
lewd noises came from behind the door.  They seemed to be getting
louder every minute.
     Angry and hurt in her turn, MaryAnn replied, "Yes, you ninnie
... I know ... don't forget, I'm a year older than you ... I know
lots of things you don't know ... I know just what they're doing!"
     Rick was silent.  Ears burning, he returned to the sofa,
keeping his eyes averted from the bedroom door.
     "As a matter of fact," MaryAnn continued, warming to her
speech, "I've even done it myself!"  At this she stood up, and
after glaring at her brother for a split second, turned and ran
from the room.  As she ran, she could hear her mother's voice.
     "Oh Don ... oh darling, oh, OH YES, DO IT! DO IT TOOO MEEEEE!
Oh honey ... GOING TO CUM, I ... I ... IIIIEEEEEEEEEEE! OH, I'M!"
     The bumping and scraping and rubbing noises were almost
deafening, and yet, the words came out into the living room with
crystal clear accuracy.
     Rick sat still, hardly daring to breath.  The combination of
what was going on between his mother and their new father and his
sister's recent words had stunned him.  His mind was racing, but
he couldn't even tell what he was thinking.  Even as he heard the
last tremulous notes of his mother's climax, he could tell that
they were starting up all over again.  It wasn't over yet, and it
might not be over for a long time!  He felt hot all over and
looking down, he was surprised to see a rising bulge in his own
pants.  His shorts were tight as it was, but now, his young
thirteen-year-old penis, swollen and bothered, had managed to
create a great feeling of discomfort down there.
     MaryAnn had said she'd done it herself!
     "MMMmMMMMMMMmmm" a steady droning sound now issued from the
bedroom, and Rick tried desperately to visualize what was
happening.  Somehow though he couldn't.  He just couldn't really
imagine his mother doing what all the fellows at school were
always talking about.  On the other hand, logically, he saw no
reason for her not to ... it was just that he had never thought of
her in connection with ... with fucking!
     Now all alone in the living room he tried to prevent the
creeping of his hand toward the center of his crotch.  But it was
impossible.  His young boy's cock was thick and throbbing and its
cramped position in his pants was unbearable.  He reached out
suddenly and turned out the lamp on the table beside him.  Then,
in total darkness, he unzipped his fly.  His erect young penis
popped out easily from his shorts, and before he had thought about
it any further he was massaging it lovingly in his hands.  It was
oddly soothing at a moment like this, when he didn't quite know
where to turn for solace.  Everything seemed to be crumbling
beneath him as though someone had opened a trap door on which he'd
been standing.  He'd heard MaryAnn's bedroom door close, so he
didn't expect her to come out again, and as for his mother and her
new husband, well, they were clearly still very much occupied.
     Fervently his hand moved up and down on his stiffening prick,
as Rick let his head fall back on the sofa.  Lips slightly parted,
eyes closed, he pulled up the encircling foreskin until it covered
the smooth tip of his penis, then forcefully, he brought it back
down again.  Again and again he continued this, something he'd
been doing every night now anyway.  But this time, it was
different.  Dull images of writhing naked bodies formed as his
mother's cries grew again, rising to a feverish pitch.  His
mother, oh mother ... he thought, and in his mind her cries were
uniquely combined with the surreptitious motions of his hand on
his own hardened young cock.  The prickly electrical sensations
that raced through him were heightened at each downstroke, and
somehow, on each downstroke his mother emitted sigh after throaty
sigh.  He'd never really thought of masturbation as evil ...
they'd been taught in school that it was not ... but now it seemed
totally illicit to him to be there in his own living room, exposed
as he was and feeling feelings he'd never even dreamed of.  Yet,
could the connection with his mother be all wrong?  As far as he'd
been concerned ... up 'til now, she could do no wrong ... whatever
wrong there was, therefore, had to do with Don.  Anger welled
within him, as the reality of the situation dawned on him once
more ... shaken from his reverie, he nonetheless continued
slipping his fist over his heated penis.  It fit so well there in
the palm of his hand, snug and warm, now moistened from the
seeping of his excitement.
     "Oh Don ... don't ever stop fucking me ... don't ever stop
... uuuuuuungh!"
     Tears sprang to Rick's eyes as he heard the startling words.
And enraged and almost at the point of complete breakdown, he
rammed his foreskin quickly down and then jiggled it up the
complete length of his penis again, twisting slightly with small
teasing motions when he reached the top.
     "Oh, no mother ... no ..." something prompted him to say ...
"I'll never stop ... I'll never stop!"

                           *    *    *

     There was a stretching feeling in Laura's loins as the tight
swollen head of her husband's penis pressed up into her.  His long
thick cock slithered once more up into the depths of her hungrily
throbbing cuntal passage, and the heavy weight of him continued to
push down on her.  He was taking her with such force that she had
trouble breathing, but the fire inside her more than compensated
for any discomfort she felt.  She was skewered now to the hilt,
her cunt walls aching at the thick round pole of lust-hardened
flesh they surrounded so tightly.  Her entire vaginal passage was
consumed with tormented lust.  One orgasm had led to another and
now, she knew she was going to cum again.  How was it possible for
her to cum still one more time?  But she knew she would.  She felt
it in her entire being with a profound certainty.  She moaned
slightly and tried to move a little beneath him.  He was really
too heavy on her ... much too heavy this time.  But she could see
from his lust incited features that she could no longer reach him
... he would do with her what he wanted now.  It felt as though he
was fucking her all the way up to the fullness of her breasts!
His hands were cupped underneath her smooth undulating buttocks,
and she could feel the pain as his knuckles kneaded hard into her
tender flesh.  She had attained the state of total submission that
she had hoped for.  Within her secret passage ... so carefully
guarded, all those long years of widowhood ... there were no more
secrets from Don's impaling cock.  It was what she had wanted,
what she needed ... to give herself up completely this way!  She
thought that if she were to die at that very moment, she would be
completely happy.
     Her vaginal crevice grew moister still, and a loud sucking
noise filled the room every time Don slid out and then slammed
brutally back into her helplessly aroused genitals.  She felt a
gigantic shudder race through her, starting curiously at the nape
of her neck.  It traced downward toward the base of her spine and
then traveled the length of her wide split rectal passage.  From
there it spread to her vagina and seemed to pause a moment before
expanding incredibly within her squirming loins as though it were
about to burst her into a zillion tiny pieces.  She started to cry
out, but the sound caught in her throat, as the orgasm increased,
moving outward in all directions at once.  Sometimes it seemed to
be in her breasts, other times it dwelt upon the bludgeoning head
of her husband's cock where it increased and decreased as he
continued his steady pounding in and out.  She felt him grow
bigger still within her, as though he too, were going to split
apart, and this tiny addition of bulk within her shattering vagina
was enough to dislodge the sound of her voice, as she flailed
outwards with arms and legs, hips and buttocks skidding against
the rug with each upsurging blow against her convulsing cervix.
Wave after wave of dazzling relief, sparkling lights of hot
incandescent fireflies, inundated her straining body.  Moans of
incredulous wonder escaped her lips as every second she thought it
would end, but, impossibly the orgasm continued.  She was falling
through the night, lost in space somewhere, totally weightless.
Desperately, her satiny vaginal walls clasped tighter around her
husband's enormous penis.
     Warm liquid was spreading wetly inside her widely stretched
cunt and Don's voice joined hers as she felt his cock pumping ...
oh God, what a delicious feeling ... pumping steady streams of
seminal fluid deep into the soft pink folks of her hungrily
sucking pussy.
     When, a short while later, Laura and Don sunk into a mindless
bliss of darkness, drenched and satiated and still clinging
together, Rick, their son, let loose a hot white stream of cum in
the living room, straight into the air.  There was not much yet,
but it in no way affected the quality of his climax, for on his
lips almost unbeknownst to him, were two names ... his mother's
and then ... strangely, his own sister's.  He had never known such
a bittersweet orgasm and although his passion- distorted mind had
knowingly been spurred on by his young mother's love cries, Rick
was still not sure what it all meant.



                             Chapter 2

     Rick went to bed early, as was his custom ever since his
mother had returned home from her honeymoon.  Ever since that
first terrible night, he had been unable to stay anywhere near the
living room at night.  Even so, during the week that had passed,
he had discovered that grownups did not confine their lovemaking
to night time.  Over the weekend when Don was home from his job as
a surveyor in Marin County, both he and MaryAnn had been startled
... while they were having peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in
the dining nook, to hear the unmistakable sounds of their mother's
sexual arousal ... emanating from behind the closed bedroom door.
     He and his sister had not been on the best of terms since
that first night, but now they looked meaningfully at each other,
and each recognized the expression of fright and distress mirrored
in the other's eyes.  A feeling of dependent kinship resprouted
instantly between them.
     Indignantly, MaryAnn had beckoned Rick from the house, and
they'd gone bike riding until quite late that evening.  Neither
one of them saying a word to the other about what was uppermost on
their minds.
     But that had been days ago, and tonight Rick was particularly
upset, the reason being that MaryAnn had gone out to a movie that
afternoon straight from school, but had not yet returned home.
Worried, Rick mentioned it to his mother, but she just shrugged
her shoulders and replied that MaryAnn had probably stopped off
for a soda the way she usually did after the movies.
     He'd given his mother a dark look, hating the fact that she
seemed to be getting prettier every day, hating the fact that she
paid little attention to either of them any more.  Every other
word out of her mouth was Don this and Don that.  He couldn't
stand it!  Slamming the door to his room behind him, he raced to
his bed, and threw himself upon it, sobbing loudly.  He was sure
that MaryAnn was out doing it with some boy.  Hadn't she said she
had done it once?  Why wouldn't she do it again then?  Each night
he had thought more deeply about her compelling confession, and
each night he'd grown more curious about it.  Alone in his bed
with nothing but lascivious thoughts filling his young head, he'd
had no choice but to take his thickly swollen penis consolingly in
his hands.  And the more vivid his imagination became, the more
pleasure he found there was to be had in his solitary activity.
Sometimes he would try to picture his young 14-year-old sister
without any clothes on ... but it was difficult.  He knew that her
breasts were already growing big like a woman's but it was clear
from the way she filled out her dresses and blouses that she was
not yet as big as Mother.  He wondered if one day she would be!
As for the way the rest of her looked, he knew that she had
admirably long legs, and graceful calves and ankles.  Her hips
were slender, almost as slender as his, only her little behind was
more full and curvy.  And between her legs ... well that was the
hardest part to imagine.  He knew that there was hair.  All the
boys at school said it was hairy and there was a little hole of
some sort.  But what else?
     He himself was already sprouting some hairs around his penis,
and at first he'd thought that there was something wrong ... that
men weren't supposed to have any.  But later he'd seen some older
boys in the swimming pool and they'd all had hair surrounding
their adolescent groins.
     Both he and MaryAnn were fair skinned with chestnut colored
hair, unlike their dark-tressed mother and she'd always told them
that they resembled their father to a tee ... but they'd only seen
one fading picture of him in his Air Force uniform, and they'd
both been too young when his plane went down to remember anything
about him.
     Rick's nightly sessions beneath the covers were, he felt, the
only thing that kept him going.  The days were getting harder and
harder as his resentment grew of his new father and his mother.
He'd overheard them talking once ... his ears had perked up when
he realized they were talking about him and MaryAnn.
     "They'll get used to you, Don," his mother had said, in an
assuring tone of voice.  "Give them a little time.  They'll
adjust!"
     He'd felt like screaming out ... "NO, I'll never adjust ...
never!  And neither will MaryAnn!"  He knew that MaryAnn felt the
way he did, but he didn't know any of the details of her thinking.
He was really afraid to ask her ... and in a way he thought, they
were both hoping it all might go away if they tried to ignore it.
     Now surrounded by the familiar objects in his room, all his
favorite things around him, Rick felt infinitely safer.  His tears
gradually abated and through blurry eyes he looked about him.  The
tree fringed window of his room admitted a dusky twilight.  It was
another beautiful California summer evening.  He could see his
baseball bat lying in the corner, his mitt, and lined up against
the wall, the track trophies he'd earned last year.  Somewhere in
the house a door slammed, and Rick's ears strained to hear if it
was his sister, or just Don, returning late from work.  The sound
of his mother's laughter echoing through the house told him it was
his new stepfather.  WHERE WAS SHE ANYWAY?  Was she right at this
very moment spreading her legs ... that was the way he'd heard it
was done ... and was some boy (WHO?) putting his thing between
them?  Was she crying out the way Mother did all the time?  He
began to sob again and turned over on the bed, kicking his long
legs out behind him.  His penis was once again hard and stiff
between his legs, and as he lay on his belly, it pushed onto the
mattress of his bed.  By moving ever so slightly he would create
greater sensations in that area, and soon, he was pushing and
grinding his entire pelvis into the bed.  Beneath him, the
impersonal mattress took on new forms and shapes, and soon he
could actually feel his sister writhing nakedly beneath him.  She
was calling his name, her arms holding him tight, as she raised
her lips to kiss him, and he was loving it, loving her, feeling
his cock upon her, feeling her tongue, her breasts beneath his
chest.  The fuzzy area between her legs was rubbing against his
heated shaft and he was going to cum any minute.  His sister, too,
was going to cum.  She was screaming and carrying on just like
mother and begging him to do it harder, never to stop!
     "NNNNNNNNGH!" he groaned, muffling his anguished cries into
the pillow ... "OH MARYANN ... OOOOOOOOONNNNNNGH!"
     His cum felt like it was starting a long distance away from
his corporeal body.  It was flying toward him rapidly, and then it
was there, MaryAnn beneath him accepted his sperm totally as it
came spurting forward, traveling the entire length of his 13-year-
old cock, spinning crazily out the opening, releasing the pent-up
fever in his balls.
     "OH Jesus," he sighed, "Oh God, it's good!"
     He groaned a bit as he felt the uncomfortable wetness in
between his legs ... and then suddenly he leapt up, for someone
had entered his room and turned on the light!
     "MaryAnn!" he cried, staring at her in disbelief.  "What are
you doing here?"
     "I thought I heard you call my name," she said.  "I was right
next door in my room.  You seemed to be making quite a racket in
here ...  What are you doing?"  She looked around the room
suspiciously, and then back at her younger brother's face.  Her
gaze drifted idly downward toward his stained and still bulging
trousers.  Embarrassed, she turned her eyes away and Rick moved
quickly toward the bathroom that connected their rooms.
     "I've been in my room for hours," she called after him.
"Came in through the window ... I can't stand going through the

From grobert@soho.ios.com Mon Sep 30 17:13:53 1996
house anymore ... it's such a colossal bore, if you know what I
mean.  Besides, Mom could care less where I am!"
     She heard the sound of running water coming from the
bathroom, and not knowing whether Rick had heard her or not,
decided to remain silently until he came out.  After a few
seconds, he reappeared, a tall, lanky boy, big for his age,
wearing his terry wrap-around.  MaryAnn tried to keep from looking
toward her brother's groin, but she was curious to see if he was
still big down there.
     "Was the movie any good?" Rick asked, noting her eyes
lingering just below his belt line.  He tried to appear nonchalant
as he moved away toward his bed, but his knees felt wobbly and
weak, and he knew that MaryAnn would be able to tell that he was
nervous.
     "Oh the usual," she replied, not going into detail about the
X rating movies she'd been sneaking in to see, using a fake ID
card.  She usually tried to go at least once a week, considering
it an essential part of her education, and today's movie had been
a humdinger.  There had been detailed close-ups of everything, and
she'd found it all particularly interesting in the light of recent
developments at home.
     Her clear, hazel eyes sparkled now at the thought of what
Antoine, the hero of the movie had done to Carita beside the
swimming pool of her estate.  But right now she was wondering just
what her brother had been up to, and why he had called her name if
he'd thought she wasn't there!
     She wondered too, if she should tell him of her new
discovery.  She decided to wait a while before telling him how
she'd been passing her mother's bedroom window had discovered that
one could see perfectly clearly into the room ... right through
the sheer curtains.  She'd realized at the time that her mother
would have no reason to pull down the shades since there were no
neighbors behind them, and ordinarily no one was in the narrow
area behind their house.  It was a narrow alleyway, and nothing
grew there but weeds, and behind that a large wooden fence divided
their property from the vacant lot next door.
     The small ranch style house was situated upon a medium sized
lot in the dry flat area outside of San Francisco that spread out
away from the city towards the airport.  Even though the area had
originally been designated as middle income, the property had been
rapidly deteriorating around them since they'd been living there
and MaryAnn had heard Don say to her mother that soon they would
move to a more desirable place, maybe in Marin County where he
usually worked, and where they would not have to listen to the
sounds of the jets overhead night and day, or hear the whooshing
traffic from the highway.
     MaryAnn settled her small compact body into Rick's desk chair
and picking up a comb from his desk, began to comb through her
long straight hair.  She was thinking about how much she hated the
house, and although she was not really too fond of Don thus far,
she nevertheless hoped that his promise that they would move would
turn out to be a reality.  She knew that in other, higher class
houses you could not hear through the doors and walls, and she
visualized this one fact as a possibility that all of their lives
might one day return to normal.
     But what normal meant, she was no longer sure.  Normal was
supposed to be having both a mother and a father.  The mother
stays home and takes care of the house and children while the
father goes out to work.  She was glad that her mother no longer
had to go and sit typing in an office in the city every day,
returning home late each night pale and haggard, but somehow now
that she was home when she and Rick returned from school, it was
more of an annoyance than anything else.  She was almost like a
stranger to them now, wearing her hair in odd new styles,
constantly rearranging the living room furniture ... experimenting
with weird recipes that usually didn't turn out too well.  When
they got home she'd most often be bustling nervously about the
kitchen, on the verge of tears because she'd misgauged still
another Julia Child recipe, and Don's dinner was not going to be
what she had hoped.
     Then, when and if the kitchen situation ever got under
control, they would see her rush into the bedroom to change into
one of her new outfits before Don got home.  She'd return, flushed
and made up, looking beautiful but a little out of place in the
Early American style living room, in a flowing gown of diaphanous
chiffon, or see-through culottes that started at her navel, topped
with a light revealing blouse.
     "It's funny," MaryAnn suddenly said, breaking the long
silence between her and her brother, "how we were so glad in the
beginning that Mom was going to get married ... and now it's
turned out to be so awful!"  She continued absentmindedly combing
her hair, unaware of her brother's curious looks from the bed.
     "Yeah," he replied.  He was watching the curve of his
sister's young breasts, beneath her blouse as she raised her arm
in the easy combing motion.  She didn't seem to be wearing a bra,
because he could see the firm round protrusion of her nipples,
tight and small, pressing against the white cotton fabric of her
clothing.
     "Would you like to see what they are really doing in there?"
MaryAnn suddenly asked.  She hadn't intended to, but somehow it
had just slipped out.  She couldn't keep it to herself any longer.
What good was a secret anyway if you didn't tell someone?
     Rick felt his recently satiated young penis leap to attention
beneath the soft blue terry-cloth of his wrap-around.  What did
she mean by that?  His eyes never left the button-like tips of his
sister's breasts as his mind began rapidly working.
     "Sure," he replied casually.  "Why not?"
     Whose hands had caressed his sister's teenaged bosom, he
wondered, mentally running through the boys he knew were in her
class at school.  Technically, he knew that she was not yet
allowed to go out on dates alone ... only group gatherings.  But
knowing MaryAnn, he was sure she could have easily gotten around
that.  Oh, she was full of surprises, his older sister!
     "Well, I haven't tried it yet," MaryAnn continued, at last
replacing the comb to her brother's desk.  "But ..." she stood up,
and Rick saw that the crotch of her denim shorts had gotten caught
between her thighs.  He gulped as she wriggled a bit and pulled
down the fabric.  How did it feel there between her young,
luscious white thighs when the material got bunched up there? he
wondered.  It must feel good, he thought, trying to put himself in
her place.
     "But ..." MaryAnn continued after a dramatic pause, "tonight
we can go see for ourselves!"
     "Go see ... but where?  What do you mean!?"
     "Out back!" MaryAnn replied impatiently, with a sharp gesture
toward the window, as though Rick were addle-brained for not
understanding immediately.  "You can see right in their window!"
she finally added, seeing that her little brother's face did not
yet appear enlightened.
     "B ... bbb... should ... I mean ... do you think we ought
...?"
     "Well," MaryAnn bristled, having already thought it out in
her mind, "we can hear everything, can't we?  What's the
difference if we see it too?"

                           *    *    *

     There was no moon at all, it not having risen yet, when
MaryAnn entered Rick's room through the bathroom.  They were
usually not in the habit of knocking before entering each other's
rooms, but tonight, MaryAnn tapped lightly before entering.  She
was very excited about what they were going to do, but decided to
hide as much of her nervousness as possible from her brother.  She
had never for a moment faltered in her determination to spy on Don
and her mother.  It served them right!  But she knew that Rick was
not quite as enthusiastic about the whole thing as she was.
Therefore, the more natural she acted, the better.
     She was wearing her dungarees and sneakers ... (for climbing)
and one of her favorite sweatshirts.  Rick was sitting up in bed,
also fully clothed, but wearing a light T-shirt over his levis.
It had only been an hour since MaryAnn had left his room,
promising to return at the right moment for their adventure, but
it had seemed like ages to him.  The waiting had been sheer
torture, and he'd found himself hoping that his sister would
change her mind about the whole thing!  It just seemed too daring
... and he was not at all sure that he really wanted to see them!
How would he react?  He was afraid of doing some stupid thing in
front of his sister, something that would forever cast him out of
her good graces.
     But now it was too late, and MaryAnn had arrived as promised.
She told him of how she'd listened in the hall as Don and their
mother ate a late supper.  They'd had lots of wine, and after
dinner drinks, she confided, and then giggling, they'd turned out
all the lights in the house and gone into the bedroom.  Now was
the time to go out back, and there wasn't a second to lose!
     Rick had felt his anger rising at the very story of their
intimate supper and the part about the giggling had him fit to be
tied.  Feeling feverish and on edge, he stealthily followed his
sister out his window, jumping softly to the ground beside her on
the outside.  The sweet scent of Eucalyptus trees greeted them as
they made their way around the other side of the house where they
could already see a yellow patch of light shining from their
mother's bedroom.
     When each of them had finally reached the window, and were
standing directly outside, MaryAnn was the first to look in.  She
saw her mother's big double bed in the center of the room, bathed
in the lamplight from the dresser.  MaryAnn's heart skipped a
beat, and she drew her brother closer so he could see.  Just a few
feet away lay their beautiful, young mother, completely nude,
stretched out on the bed.  They both gulped and stared, bug-eyed
as they saw the entire scene in its minutest details.
     Laura's head was lolling back and forth, her normally
composed angelic features, contorted in a mask of ecstasy.  The
children might not have recognized her if they didn't know better!
Don was kneeling between her naked legs, as they spread widely
apart on the bed, and he was running his lips moistly up and down
her exquisitely proportioned body.  They could see wet traces
along her cream-like skin, where his tongue had lovingly passed.
Her large heaving breasts trembled and the nipples stood up high
and hard as his mouth sucked upon them, then he began to move
downwards along the gentle slopes of her torso and quivering
belly.  Hotly, his tongue flicked out along her stomach, and then
down toward her inner thighs.  Laura writhed beneath his caresses
with mindless passion as her hands clung tightly to his sandy
colored hair, pulling him hungrily forward toward her soft
glistening pussy.
     Both Rick and MaryAnn leaned forward, holding on the window
pane for dear life.  MaryAnn felt her knuckles aching from the
pressure she was exerting to keep herself raised on tip-toes in
order to see in the window.  Beside her she heard her brother's
breath coming in harsh gasps.  She could not move.  She wanted to
run away screaming, but she could not.  It wasn't a movie she was
watching now ... it was real life!  It was her mother and new
father!  She tried to blot out the lewd sight before her, but
couldn't.  She had to watch.  She was hypnotized by this obscene
performance, yet she knew she ought to leave ... and her younger
brother ... what must Rick be thinking?  She wished desperately
that she had never proposed this horrid idea.  But it was too late
now!  She remained glued to the spot.
     Beside her, Rick trembled and bit his lips.  The nude body of
his mother was presented to his wondering eyes in all its glory.
Never again would he have trouble imagining a woman's body!  His
mother was absolutely beautiful, he thought as he gazed admiringly
at the enchanting figure spread out on the bed before him.  It was
like watching some strange pagan ritual in the adventure stories
he read ... where they sacrificed the beautiful woman on an altar.
Only this was of course different.  His mother's torment, he knew
was acutely pleasurable to her, despite her pained expression ...
and somehow even though he felt a distinct feeling of hatred
toward Don, his mind was able to detach itself from these feelings
and to concentrate solely upon his mother and upon her rapture.
     Don had gotten his new wife so excited that she lay back, her
mouth wide open, her lust glazed eyes staring into the void.  Now
Don positioned himself between her lovely thighs, his face within
moments of touching her soft curling pubic hair.  Laura's belly
rose rapidly up and down, trembling slightly in anticipation, as
Don's hands pressed outward against her belly, the thumbs dropping
below into the moist area of her already wet pussy.
     MaryAnn and Rick jumped slightly, and then clung to each
other, as they watched Don's fingers separate the outer lips of
their mother's moistly shining cunt.  The soft and cushiony hair-
lined flesh spread slowly apart, exposing the moist coral pink
interior of their mother's sensitive pussy, from the small budding
nib of her clitoris to the throbbing entrance of her seeping
vagina.
     Brother and sister felt a tremor of disbelief racing between
them, when their stepfather's head dropped down and his long
pushing tongue slipped out to graze against the upright little nub
of nerves at the very top of their mother's warm wet cunt.
Laura's whole body executed a little jerky motion as she felt this
searing contact at her most vulnerable place.  Her long legs
flexed upward and she clamped them together around her husband's
head, letting the soft inner flesh of her full thighs imprison his
face in a soft trap.  Her hips started a slow up-and-down motion
to meet his flicking tongue.  Tiny groans of pleasure escaped her
parted lips as she began to rock herself up and down in a
startling fit of sexual agony.
     MaryAnn's mouth dropped open.  Never in her fourteen years
had she even dreamed of such a thing, nor had anything like that
been hinted at thus far in any of the movies she had seen.  She
became more and more disturbed as she watched her mother's body
twisting lewdly beneath the prolonged sucking down between her
widespread legs.  The whole scene took on an aura of unreality,
and although she knew that she and her brother were there ...
standing outside the bedroom window, she seemed to lose all sense
of time and space, as weird images danced in her head and strange
sensations traversed her youthful body.  For some reason, she
began to identify with her mother ... hadn't they been so close
for so many years ...?  Right up until the time she had met and
decided to marry Don?  Everything that was happening to her mother
seemed, mysteriously, to be happening to her, as though she were
connected to her mother by an invisible bond.
     Involuntarily, her own young torso began to sway rhythmically
against her brother's, in rhythm to her mother's squirming
underneath Don's lewdly positioned tongue.  She seemed to feel in
her own untested pussy, the same nerve shattering lickings that
her mother was experiencing.
     Unconsciously, Rick was swaying with her, his thirteen-year-
old mind and body seething with desire.  His sister's warmth
inflamed him and as she pushed softly against him, his penis rose
slowly in his pants, and he felt ripples of pleasure wherever his
body touched hers.  Almost without thinking, he moved a little bit
behind her, still watching the depraved bedroom scene over her
shoulder ... for although he was younger, he was already taller
than MaryAnn.  He could feel the length of his sister's back
against his body, the soft bulge of her firm round young buttocks
pushing against his hardening penis.  He rubbed up against her,
letting the hard rod press between her dungaree clad thighs from
behind.  When she did not move to stop him, he continued, too lust
ridden by now to stop.  His arms went around her waist, and he
pulled her a little backwards toward his young lean body.  He felt
a shiver pass through her body, and encouraged, he boldly passed
his hand upward toward her breasts, cupping them and squeezing
them and holding them hard beneath his trembling fingers.
     Surprisingly, MaryAnn squirmed backwards, smashing her small
pliant buttocks against his cock with a hard urgent motion.  He
heard her gasp as the full stiffness of his cock jerked against
her.
     MaryAnn felt she was in a dream.  The imperative messages of
pleasure she was getting from her body were impossible to ignore.
Her brother's touches had only seemed the fulfillment of her
subconscious wishes ... and now all remnants of her earlier desire
to run away had faded.  Impulsively, she turned from the window
and threw her arms around her brother's neck, pulling him toward
her trembling body, as she sought out his moist and frightened
lips.  They kissed passionately, each feeling that the other
represented at once salvation and downfall.
     Tears were streaming down both their faces, as they clung
helplessly together, feeling the tingling sparks fly between them,
as their young bodies pressed hard into each other.
     "Oh, Rick!  Oh, Rick," she cried softly, kissing his cheek.
She could feel his young cock pulsing harder against her belly now
and she felt a little faint.
     "MaryAnn ..." Rick replied, his voice a tremulous whisper.
He could hardly believe that his dream was coming true.  "Let's
get down on the grass!"
     In the softness of the summer night the two young children
lowered themselves slowly to the slightly moist earth below the
bedroom window ... no longer interested in the events taking place
between their mother and her new, virile husband, they found a new
interest ... themselves.  At first they lay for a long while
hugging side by side, and then listening to the sounds from the
window above them, they began once more to fondle each other.
Tentatively and inexpertly, Rick insinuated his fingers beneath
his sister's blouse, feeling her warm skin naked to his touch.
Her breasts slid beneath his hand, soft, high mountains of young
flesh that trembled at his investigation.  MaryAnn sighed, and he
heard her say ... "Oh, Rick we mustn't ... we really mustn't!"
     "I know," Rick answered, nudging his swollen groin into her
gently rounded hip.  "I know!"  But still he continued, and then
imitating what he had just seen, he lowered his mouth to kiss his
sister's still growing breasts.
     Her whole body seemed to gyrate as he took the pointed little
nipples into his mouth.  Hungrily, he sucked upon them, one at a
time, until they became like sharp, little points in his mouth.
     "Oh Rick," she sighed over and over "... oooooh ... no!"
     And, then, later, "We can't do this here ... we just can't!"



                             Chapter 3

     Rick woke up feeling very strange.  He felt the way he
usually felt when he'd had a nightmare, depressed and badly
rested.  Had he had a bad dream?  Sleepily he shook his head,
automatically reaching out to turn off his Big Ben alarm clock,
trying desperately to remember what was wrong.  It was only a
matter of seconds before the whole thing flashed before his eyes,
in one shattering image.
     His sister, MaryAnn, writhing on her back, her levis hastily
pulled off on the dark ground outside the house ... his mouth upon
her breasts, her hands tangled in his hair ... JUST LIKE DON AND
MOTHER!  His tongue drifting down to the wide open tiny split, the
faintly hair-lined triangle down between her young quivering
thighs.  His pause to inhale her girlish fragrance, his thoughts
jumbled, imagining God knows what ... imagining yes ... that she
was his mother!  And then he'd plunged downward into the sweet
mist of desire, the succulent, honeyed pit of his sister's cunt!
     His tongue had wrapped luxuriously among her secret inner
vaginal folds ... HAD HE LEARNED SO WELL FROM WATCHING ONE
PERFORMANCE?  It had been sheer desire to please her that egged
him on, making him experiment with his mouth upon her squirming
pussy, nibbling with his lips, taking her smooth inner pussy walls
gently between his teeth.  How softly he'd breathed upon her
private flesh, how lovingly he'd sucked her!
     And when she'd started to cum, he'd thought he'd die, thought
he'd be inundated by her flowing wetness, thought that he too
would start to cum then and there ... and he had!  Just as the low
grunting, rugging sound escaped from his sister's straining
throat, and her pelvis arched impossibly up, her silken pussy
thrusting itself hard into his hungrily licking tongue, he'd freed
his boyishly thick cock from his pants.  How it had felt hard and
big in his hands!  And giving the surging plane of her uptilted
pussy one very special sucking lick with his tongue and mouth,
he'd spewed forth his own soul racking orgasm, by slipping back
his thick foreskin hard and fast.  She'd bucked savagely beneath
him for long moments, waves of passion whipping her young body
this way and that, the clandestine nature of their lovemaking
adding to her culminating pleasure, as she strained not to make
too much noise.  Silently, then, or at least with only low mewls
and groans of delight, her body had twisted about in the grips of
not one, but two, body wracking orgasms.  Sweating and struggling
her younger brother had kept up with her, pumping lewdly upon his
long suffering but proud penis.  MaryAnn gasped as she felt her
brother's warm semen spurting against the naked flesh of her
thigh, and then she bucked up again, so that her climaxing
clitoris was rubbing insistently against his mouth, her supple
back arched like a taut bow, the wet sensitive walls of her tight
young cunt surrendering totally to her brother's lovemaking.
     The memory in full bloom now, Rick jumped out of bed.  He
fully expected to be struck dead by a thunderbolt ... or to have
someone come in and take him away!  What they had done the night
before was something that was considered more than just wrong ...
that much he knew!  He looked in the mirror, sure that some
lasting mark upon his features would proclaim to everyone that he
and his sister were lovers.  But there was no discernible
difference in the way he looked, save for the haunted expression
on his face, and he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth,
wondering if MaryAnn was up yet, and how he could manage to get
through school that day with a night like that behind him.
     He recalled as he reluctantly finished rinsing his sister's
female taste from his mouth that MaryAnn and he had gone directly
to bed after their oral lovemaking out back.  She to her room and
he to his.  They hadn't even paused to kiss each other good night,
so startled were they by their own actions.  Rick had gotten into
bed and fallen asleep instantly, and wondered now if MaryAnn had
done the same.
     In her own room, MaryAnn pulled up the covers over her head.
She had already turned off her alarm, deciding that she couldn't
possibly go to school that day.  Now as she lurked moodily beneath
her sheet, she heard Rick running the water in the bathroom, and
trembled as her hitherto innocent young body, recalled the
delights of the previous night.  She felt just terrible.  Hadn't
it been her fault after all that the whole thing had happened?
She had not only perverted herself but her little brother as well!
It was only a minor relief to realize that they hadn't done
anything more than exactly what they had seen through the lighted
bedroom window, because MaryAnn knew that she had tossed and
turned most of the night, her still stimulated body wanting more,
craving the natural continuation of their actions.  From the
sounds they'd heard below the window, they each knew that their
parents had moved on from the oral phase of their abandoned
pleasure to wilder things.  The real thing!
     She shivered now and curled up in a tight ball, the tiny silk
furrow between her teenaged legs quivering at the thought!  It was
awful to know so much about lovemaking, at least certain phases of
it, and yet to have never done it!  What Rick had done to her ...
putting his mouth on her, had felt so wonderful ... but today she
couldn't reconcile her feeling that they had done something evil,
with her desire to do still more than that!
     A soft knock at the connecting bathroom door startled her.
Almost timidly, she called out, "Come in ..."

                           *    *    *

     Don left the house after having a big breakfast.  Laura
always insisted that she serve him huge cups of steaming coffee,
piping hot rolls or buttered toast, and eggs with bacon or ham any
way he wanted them.  As he jumped into his Chevy, and started off
for his job, he thought that he really couldn't complain about the
way she treated him ... it was a far cry from his bachelor life
... and yet something was wrong and he couldn't quite put his
finger on it as he recalled with a smile of pleasure their
previous night's lovemaking.  What a lovely body Laura had!  He
seemed to still be able to taste her womanly scent upon his lips,
although he had showered twice since then.
     The flat land and track homes whizzed by him as he headed
North on the highway, hundreds of other cars racing along beside
him as he surged through the rush hour traffic.  What was really
bothering him, he realized, as he cut through the winding hilly
slopes of San Francisco, was the kids.  Laura kept telling him
that they'd come around, but so far all efforts on his part to
make friends with them had failed.  And Laura wasn't really much
help in that department.  Several times he'd tried to persuade her
to go on a family outing with them ... but she always protested,
saying how much more she preferred being alone with him!  Even
dinner now at the house usually meant just the two of them, for
the children had taken to eating earlier and going off to their
rooms.  They seemed to feel ill at ease in their own house.
     He had to do something about it.  Even though Laura was a
lovely, charming woman, he had to admit that she did not seem to
be the best mother in the world at the moment.  True the
circumstances were extraordinary ... a woman widowed for such a
long time, was bound to respond with more fervor to a new marriage
than others might.  Yes, he figured, gazing at the Golden Gate
bridge looming in the distance ... it was up to him to make
everything work out.
     He decided to take them out to dinner.  Laura had said
something about the hairdresser's that evening.  She'd recently
gotten in the habit of going to a very chic coiffeur, Mr. Joseph,
and as with most of his customers, she took an appointment
whenever she could get one.  That would be perfect, he thought,
stepping on the gas and passing a dawdling VW ... he'd take them
out somewhere nice, talk to them, get to know them ... make
friends.  This decision had the effect of removing a great weight
from his shoulders, and he began to mentally try out some topics
of conversation that the two teenagers might find interesting.  He
supposed the boy would be interested in sports ... he'd seen some
track trophies in his room ... and the girl, MaryAnn ... what on
earth could he say to her?  He visualized her now, a truly
beautiful little girl, just teetering on the brink of womanhood
... her complexion fair and clear, with long straight light brown
hair, that he knew would get lighter as the summer progressed.  He
wondered if she had any boyfriends ... a girl as bright and pretty
as she ought to have many ... and yet so far as he knew neither
one of them had had any visitors at the house.  Well, he'd just
have to find out all these things tonight.  If he was going to be
a father, he was going to try his best to be a good one anyway!

                           *    *    *

     Rick and MaryAnn took the same bus home from school together.
MaryAnn walked slowly down the block toward their house, keeping
in step with her brother.  She was glad that he had persuaded her
to go to school that morning.  Something about the pure boring
normality of school had made her feel a little better.  Still,
just walking beside Rick was enough to reawaken her dormant,
secret desires.  She turned toward him before they reached the
house.
     "We mustn't ever, ever do anything like that again," she said
with a serious expression in her eyes.
     Rick's eyes blazed into hers.  His cock tingled madly and his
blood was pumping wildly.  "No," he answered, "I suppose not!"
     "Friends?" MaryAnn asked, smiling.
     Rick took her extended hand in his, feeling violent thrills
race through every inch of his body.  "Friends!" he replied
solemnly.
     When they entered the house they found a note from their
mother.

     Gone to town to do some shopping and then to Mr. Joseph.  Don
called and is taking you two out to dinner tonight.  Wear your
good clothes ... MaryAnn, be sure to wear a dress!
                    Love, Mother

     They looked at each other in mutual disgust, and then,
retired to their rooms to rest up for what they knew would be a
trying evening.

                           *    *    *

     Don was wearing his best suit that night, and he'd even had
the car washed on the way home from work.  He was pleased to see
that the kids were looking very spiffy too, having never seen them
wearing much else but dungarees and sweat-shirts.  MaryAnn was
sitting beside him in the car and Rick was in the back seat.
Surprisingly, a familiar scent was wafting toward him from his
teenaged charge.
     "What's that you're wearing, MaryAnn?" he asked, trying his
best to sound genial and fatherly.
     "Mom's Ma Griffe," she replied without hesitation.
     "Oh ..." he fell silent.  "Does your mother know you use it?"
     "No ... she'd probably have kittens!" Rick piped up from the
back.
     Don thought it best to change the subject ... but it was a
little disturbing to him nonetheless to continue to sniff the
perfume he had come to associate so closely with his wife,
emanating so sexily from the presence of his fourteen-year-old
stepdaughter!
     "You both look awfully nice tonight ..." he tried.
     "This is Mom's dress too." MaryAnn offered, interrupting.
     Don took his eyes away from the wheel a second, rapidly
taking in MaryAnn's composed form beside him.  She was wearing
Laura's dress!  One of Laura's tiniest mini-dresses fit MaryAnn
like a normally hemmed dress, falling nevertheless way above her
knees, although not up to her thighs the way it fit her mother.
What Don couldn't believe (and he was noticing it now for the
first time) was that MaryAnn was filling out the top of the low-
cut crocheted dress almost as amply as her mother!
     He gulped and returned his eyes to the wheel when he saw that
MaryAnn was following his gaze down the cleavage of her bosom, and
he sensed Rick observing from the back seat.  Suddenly he knew
that the evening was not going to be the simple, easy dinner he
had planned, and that he might as well prepare himself for it now.
     "Mom would have a baby, if she knew!" Rick volunteered.
     Somehow Rick's reference to Laura having kittens, and then to
her having a baby, had an unsettling effect on Don, and he started
to wondering just how much the kids actually knew about life.  He
and Laura had never discussed it ... but somehow he was sure that
Laura was not the type to sit down and have a long talk with her
children about sex.
     He pulled into the gravel of Faro's parking lot and came to a
stop.  Silently, the trio walked into the restaurant, MaryAnn
teetering on chunky heels that nonetheless gave her young slender
legs a very womanly look.  Her mother had insisted she wear a
dress out to this dumb dinner, she thought, instead of her
favorite outfit, pants and sneakers ... so it served her right
that she was wearing one of hers!
     They settled into a booth, and Don blushed to see that his
wife's dress dipped far lower than he'd thought.  Why he could
almost see MaryAnn's nipples!  He ordered a martini for himself
immediately, and was glad when MaryAnn held the menu up in front
of her to examine it.  When the waiter came to get their order, he
found himself becoming furious and embarrassed at the same time

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when the older man's eyes dwelled upon his stepdaughter's bosom
for an unusually long time.  Only by coughing and raising his
voice did he manage to get the insolent waiter's attention.
     As they were ordering, Rick smiled to himself at the scene.
The least they could do was get a little fun out of the evening,
he and MaryAnn had decided before leaving, and it looked like it
was going to be a riot, judging from the events so far!
     They all had antipasto and MaryAnn ordered Eggplant parmesan,
as well as veal scaloppini.  Rick decided to try the stuffed
clams.  Don ordered spaghetti with white clam sauce.
     The dinner was progressing without further incident, until
Rick suddenly piped up, "clams are a sex food, I understand."
     Don poured himself a glass from the carafe of wine he'd
ordered.
     "May I have some, Don?" MaryAnn asked, her eyes boldly
examining her stepfather's face.  She was recalling how he'd
looked the night before, completely nude ... his big thing bloated
and thick between his legs.
     "Uh ... well, OK ... but maybe you kids should cut it with a
little water ..."  Don was still thinking about Rick's clam
remark.
     "Oh, Mother lets us drink wine," Rick said.  "It's OK."
     Don watched helplessly as the kids gulped down two glasses of
red wine before he could do anything about it.  Then he suddenly
decided to take matters into his own hands.  After all, he was a
grown man ... their new father in fact ... he'd better take charge
now or never!
     "That was an interesting remark, you made, Rick," he began,
wondering if he was making a mistake.
     "What ... which one?" Rick asked, beaming.  The wine had made
him giddy and he felt very pleased with himself for some reason.
     "About the clams ..." Don replied.  "Do you know anymore
about that fact?"
     "Oh, I hear they make you hot!" Rick snickered.
     MaryAnn giggled and poked him under the table.
     "Oh?" Don blushed and decided to brazen it out.  He'd read a
book on child psychology once, but he couldn't seem to remember a
thing about it. "Do you know what that means?" Don asked.
     It means what you do to Mom every night!  Rick thought,
resentfully, but replied angelically, "No ... I don't ... what
does it mean?"
     "Yes, Don," MaryAnn spoke up, giving him the same burning
look, "can you tell us what that means?"  Don tried to focus his
eyes so he would see as little of her yawning neckline as
possible, but even looking directly at her eyes, his peripheral
vision picked up a wide and smooth pink shaded area of naked young
flesh.  "I mean..." she continued, "we have a slight idea I think
... don't we, Rick?" she turned to Rick for corroboration, and he
grinningly nodded assent.  "But I mean nobody has ever really told
us what do you call it ... the facts of life!"
     "Well uh ..." Don averted his eyes and looked down at the
tablecloth. The waiter came and removed the dishes and they all
sat in stunned silence until he had gone.
     "Well ... uh ..." he began again.  "We'll certainly have to
rectify that!  Uh!"
     The waiter arrived again, bringing hot zabaglione and coffee,
and as he set the last cup down, Don felt an unmistakable prod
from beneath the table.  He could swear that MaryAnn was playing
with his knee!  Quickly he moved his leg to one side as far away
as he could.
     "What we'll do is get some books from the library, and on the
weekend we'll all have a long talk ... OK?"
     "Oh, can't you tell us anything right now?" MaryAnn asked,
pleadingly.
     "Well, it depends..." Don had a sinking feeling in the pit of
his stomach.  "What is it that you want to know?"
     "When a man puts his thing inside a woman, what does it feel
like?" MaryAnn replied.

                           *    *    *

     The ride home was made in complete silence.  Don felt
mortified.  They'd made a complete fool out of him, and yet he
kept on reminding himself that it really wasn't their fault.  What
they were saying was really true, they didn't know the things they
ought to have been taught at their age.  That was the reason for
their disproportionate interest in such things.  He intended to
have a long talk with Laura ... she was just going to have to
start looking after her children's welfare ... why they'd gotten
completely out of hand!
     He drove quickly and within minutes the car pulled into the
driveway.  Don stepped out and opened up the back door.  Rick and
MaryAnn had chosen to sit together in the back for the ride home.
     Together, they walked silently to the door, MaryAnn praying
that her mother would be in the bedroom and wouldn't see her
wearing one of her best dresses.
     Once inside, she was pleased to note that Laura was nowhere
in sight, and jauntily she skipped back to her room, throwing a
"Thanks, Don," over her shoulder.  "Yeah, thanks Don," Rick added
running down the hall after her.
     Don looked after them and shook his head.  Then he turned to
go into the bedroom.  Opening the door, he spied Laura in pink
chiffon sitting up in bed reading.  As he walked toward her he
realized he had a raging hard-on, and he wondered why.  But it
hardly mattered as he sat down beside her and scooped her willing
body into his arms.
     "Oh, darling," she sighed, "I've missed you!"
     His hands rummaged beneath the bed sheets, aiming for his
wife's warm and tender, hidden pussy.
     "I've missed you too," he breathed hotly into her ear.



                             Chapter 4

     Beneath the soft light from her night lamp, MaryAnn was still
flushed and excited from the wine she'd had at dinner and the
stimulation of teasing her stepfather.  Her young brother sat
across from her watching curiously as she probed behind her
dresser.  She had invited him into her room, promising to show him
something "very interesting!" and now, she was clearly fetching
whatever it was from a secret hiding place.
     Rick felt consumed with excitement too.  MaryAnn had not yet
removed the revealing dress that made her look so womanly, and he
thought he'd never seen anyone so beautiful, with the possible
exception of his mother.  Watching as she bent over, he saw the
dark tips of her swelling orbs of her pale breasts jiggling
slightly, and she retrieved a small white book from behind the
chest of drawers.
     "What is it?" Rick suddenly felt hot all over.  He started to
undo his shirt, and then just took it off completely.  He hated
shirts!
     MaryAnn came and sat on the bed next to him, and handed him
her secret treasure.
     "I found it in Mom's room once ... it was in her drawer!"
     Rick looked at the title of the book.  "Marital positions" it
said.  "Ten positions for the execution of normal marital
intercourse, with foreword by Dr. Milton Zerkowitz."
     Hastily Rick opened to the first page.  To his astonishment
there before his eyes, was a photograph of a woman lying on a bed
with her legs widespread.  And there was a man between them!  His
large pendulous cock was sunk all the way to the hilt between her
raised legs.  Clearly, Rick could see his long thick pole
disappearing into the slender hair-lined slit of the woman's
vagina!  It was in almost all the way, only a little bit was left
showing outside of the wide-stretched hole between the woman's
open legs.
     It looked very wet between the woman's thighs, and her face
was distorted in an expression so similar to the one Rick had seen
on his mother's face that very night before, that he gasped.
     He had never seen a picture of a man and woman fucking
before, and he could feel his veins constricting, and his heart
thumping as he continued to examine the graphic photo.
     He looked at the man's hard and strong body.  "How he must
feel," he thought.  "It must be fantastic!"  A stab of acute
jealousy ran through him as he wondered just when he would know
that same forbidden sensation.  Beside him, he felt his sister's
warm breathing close to his naked shoulder.
     Suddenly, it occurred to him that this must be the way
MaryAnn had looked when she was making love to whoever it was.
Her legs must have been spread open in much the same obscene way!
Curiously, he glanced sideways at her youthful face.  She was
studying the picture as though she had never seen it before ...
although Rick assumed that she had looked at it many times
already.  He noticed that her lower lip was trembling slightly as
she gazed at the open book before them, and that her eyes were
heavy, the lids also quivering lightly.  While he looked at her he
saw her squirm a little on the bed, and press her thighs tightly
together.  Looking down, he could see her rose-tipped breasts in
their full glory, nestling precariously in a low-cut strapless
bra.  The fact that she was wearing such a womanly item of apparel
suddenly aroused him beyond anything he'd known thus far, and
suddenly his hand reached out, and he slipped his fingers down
beneath one young, ripening breast.
     Squeezing hard on the soft mound of his sister's flesh, he
heard his own voice demanding, "IS THAT HOW YOU LOOKED WHEN YOU
DID IT?" He was glaring into her eyes, noting how shocked she was
both by his action and his question.
     "Rick!" she responded, "What?"  And then her arms were around
him, and laughing shakily, she told him that she had lied.
     "No ... I've never ... never ... I swear to you!"
     Rick felt her breasts nudging into his chest as he pulled her
still closer to him, the book fluttering from his knees to the
floor.  Rolling back, they found themselves lying together on the
bed.  There was silence until Rick began planting moist kisses
upon her bosom, his arms comfortably encircling her small waist.
     The memory of the photograph burned excitedly in his head,
and the now familiar terrain of his sister's body was revealed
more and more to him as he undid her back zipper and peeled the
dress away.  Already, in the back seat of the car, returning from
the restaurant his fingers had traced loving lines along her upper
thighs, and hers had drifted sensually along his arm.  Now in
total privacy she helped him remove her mother's dress ... and
quickly peeled her flimsy white nylon panties down over her full
youthful buttocks.
     "The wine ..." she breathed heavily.  "We shouldn't have had
the wine!"
     She felt quite dizzy and as though something had control of
her ... something that she couldn't combat.  Why had she shown him
the picture? she wondered, even as his hands were running along
the nakedness of her back, down to the round naked globes of her
buttocks.  She was shivering with an unprecedented desire.  Her
body instantly aroused, awakened to fever pitch by the lust that
churned deep within her.  Through a strange haze she could see her
brother's lustful expression, his mouth open as he stared at her
loveliness.  She realized that it had been too dark the night
before for him to really see what her body looked like, despite
the yellow glow from the bedroom window.  But now, in her room,
her lamp cast a golden shadow of light over her, and MaryAnn felt
her younger brother leave her side to stand at the edge of the bed
looking at her pubescent body.  She was wearing only her bra and
the new high heels she'd worn only once before, and as if taken by
a great lethargy that made it impossible for her to move, she lay
quietly on her back, her lithe, youthful thighs slightly parted,
her slightly hair-sprinkled pubic triangle and the narrow girlish
vaginal slit fully exposed to her brother's eyes.
     She felt the night breeze blow over her trembling upper
thighs, and simultaneously Rick reached down to unclasp her bra.
Her fresh, budding breasts popped from their tight encasing, and
MaryAnn, adjusting to the new freedom, lifted her arms up, pulling
the weight of them higher on her chest.
     She heard the rustle of clothing being taken off, and knew
that her brother was removing his pants.  She was glad she had
thought to lock the door, although she doubted that anyone would
ever come to her room at this hour.  The evil aspects of what they
were doing only served to heighten her anticipation now.  She was
fully resigned, or thought she was, to the sexual experiment that
she and her brother were making.  Yet, she trembled with fear as
she felt a movement on the bed and Rick was kneeling toward her.
She rolled over a little into the indented area caused by his
greater weight beside her, and then his hot hands were on her,
running rapidly all over her satin skin and she heard herself
calling his name, and writhing into his touches.
     Deliciously her body pressed against his ... smooth nakedness
of brother and sister ... full breasts against his flat chest ...
his hard virile young penis against her smooth white belly, her
thighs, her sparsely hair-fringed little cunt. Cool and hot
flashes of skin moving easily together, his lips divinely kissing
hers ... her thighs parting and closing involuntarily around his
warm cock ... it snuggling hard between her legs, below her moist,
beautiful pussy.
     "Oh, God," she sighed "it's beautiful ... it's magic!  It's
what I've always wanted!"
     Rick groaned in assent as his older sister ground her thighs
together, enclosing his fiery pole between them.  He could feel
the wetness of her pubic hair along the side of his hard,
throbbing penis and now he sought to pull back.  How should he
fuck her ... what was the best way to do it?  Uncertainty plagued
him at what seemed an impossible task.  But then he remembered the
picture, and slowly rolled MaryAnn over on her back, letting his
full weight press downward upon her.  Her quivering white nudity
pulsed gently below him, and he could sense that she was waiting
for him to continue.  Waiting to see what he would do!
     MaryAnn's entire body twitched uncontrollably as she moaned
in abandoned bliss, waiting to feel what she had dreamed of for so
many nights ... visualizing an unknown face, an as yet unknown
lover ... how could she have known that it would turn out to be
Rick ... her baby brother!  And yet it most undeniably was he,
stretched out upon her, his strong young cock straining excitedly
against her belly.  But it was a brother she had never known, a
rough and yet gentle boy who loved her, wanted her every bit as
much as she wanted him!
     "Oooooohh, Rick," she cried as her brother's hands slid
beneath the rounded cool cheeks of her buttocks, lifting them
upward, and at the same time straining forward with his hips.  His
inexperienced cock grazed against her outer pussy lips, striking
the hollow of her inner thigh, and MaryAnn opened her legs outward
just a tiny bit more.  Urgent hands parted the lips of her
throbbing untested vagina, and then came the hard blunt stab of
rock-hard flesh!
     "Aaaaaahhh!" she cried out as her brother's penis pressed
hard against the ungiving slit of her virginity.  But she held
onto him, clutching at his back and buttocks to keep him in place,
and after a second, he tried straining forward with determination,
feeling his blood-filled cock give a little, buckling at the
impenetrable opening of his sister's throbbing little cuntal
passage.
     "Oh, God," he groaned, "it won't go in, MaryAnn!"  He pushed
again, and once more she let out a cry of pain, but this time it
felt slightly different down there ... as if he had made some
headway.  He ground his teeth and lunged forward with all his
might.  Suddenly the tip of his cock was being swallowed up by wet
tightness, and then the entire thick head was in!
     "Oooooohhhhhh!" MaryAnn moaned at the odd sensation between
her legs ... her brother's penis had become a wondrous instrument
of torture, sinking deep into her tiny unused cunt.  Her face
contorted with ecstasy and passionate little cries of pain and
pleasure mixed escaped from her lips.
     Moving up into her, Rick felt his cock going further and
further into the blissful, slightly bearded little cavern.  She
was mumbling incoherently now, and her smooth legs were winding up
around his hips and thighs.  JUST LIKE IN THE PICTURE!  The
incredibly smooth tight folds of her virgin cunt held him,
massaged his pulsing cock, squeezed it unbearably!  He was so
rigid, and she was so soft ... but unbelievably tight and snug at
the same time!  This was an insanity he had never known ... and he
happily surrendered his young thirteen-year-old body to it
entirely.  What had seemed so difficult before was now incredibly
easy, as his lithe body responded with mute delight to his
sister's.  Together they reveled in their own wickedness, MaryAnn
screwing her buttocks up tight against his testicles, forcing his
virgin cock to pound higher into her now liquidly streaming pussy.
All pain gone now, she let the soft, almost hairless, mound of her
pussy grind lewdly against his searing pole of hardened young boy
flesh each time it entered her ... for he had started a steady in-
and-out motion, sending endless shivers of delight surging through
the willingly ravaged little hole down between her legs.
     To each of them it was a willing descent into the most
ecstatic oblivion.  Far from all cares and worries, far from Don
and their mother's erstwhile mysterious rituals.  There was no
more mystery, no more fear.  They were two godlike creatures,
creating their own world, and nothing else existed but that world!
     MaryAnn's body felt white hot.  Her mind could not grasp the
overpowering excitement that controlled her body.  It was just too
much to comprehend.  All her thoughts about lovemaking had
produced nothing that vaguely compared with this.  Her head
flailed from side to side, her hair wringing wet from
perspiration, as she received the hard buffeting of her younger
brother's cock deeper and deeper into her heated belly.  Each
moment the madness grew more intense, and she arched her wildly
pumping buttocks upwards with a small grunt, swinging her thighs
still higher up and around Rick's driving hips, clasping his young
pelvis to hers in a fierce ankle lock.  The hunger in her grinding
little pussy spiraled ravenously around inside, only temporarily
assuaged by the ramming length of her younger brother's lust-
swollen penis.
     Rick surged on, his entire body felt like one big cock
forcing itself high and hard into the most divine orifice in the
world.  He felt great love welling up inside him for his writhing
older sister ... love and gratitude both.  That she would allow
him to give her such pleasure ... and that he was capable of
giving it!  These two thoughts consumed him, fired him on.  He
could feel hot flaming tongues of fire building in his balls now
each time the thick rubbery head of his penis was squeezed by his
sister's warm, wetly clenching vaginal muscles.  He was going to
cum and he couldn't stop it.  But there was no reason to stop it,
he thought if he could get her to explode with him!
     "MaryAnn," he groaned, "I'm going ... to ... cum!  Cum with
me sis ... cum with me!"
     The words swirled like mist in MaryAnn's head, a mist that
loosened something deep in her belly, as one stone starts a
landslide, one drift of snow an avalanche.  It was half a second
away, and then ... THAT SECOND WAS THERE!
     Her mouth opened wide and Rick forced his tongue savagely
into her throat.  Down below, his prick grew to larger size within
her, and with a deep groan of triumph he began to spurt hot,
virile young sperm far up into her streaming pussy.
     "OOOOOOOOOHHH, yes, yes ... I'm cumming toooo! ... Oh,
yessss!"  Her voice was tremulous and halting, as MaryAnn's legs
stiffened, her toes curling under, her hands pulling upon her
brother's spastically driving buttocks.  Her orgasm ricocheting in
a strange, outrageously beautiful pattern, her cunt walls
seemingly illuminated by flares, a glowing incandescence that
would last forever.  Her orgasmic juices slipped wetly down,
drenching her brother's climaxing member, oiling it like a driving
piston as he continued to screw into the widespread plane of her
tight, hungrily sucking young pussy.  Exotic images of foreign
lands filled her head, lascivious picture post cards of carnal
desire swarmed to crowd out all normal thinking processes in her
head.  Depraved sensuality filled her as her wildly contracting
young belly seemingly burst apart, fucked lewdly by her own baby
brother.  Her firm young body slapped fleshily against his, the
cumming together lubricating their tightly meshed sex organs
impossibly so that the sheets were wringing wet beneath them.
Still the hot wet walls of her clasping vagina strained and
shuddered throbbingly as her gyrating hips thrust impossibly
upward, milking her little brother's jerking young organ like a
hungrily sucking mouth.
     It was only minutes, but it seemed like hours before both
their sweating young bodies were drained, totally drained of
everything.  MaryAnn's limbs collapsed and lay lewdly spread
beneath Rick's embracing form.  Occasionally a tremor would
traverse them as sensuous memories of their lust returned.



                             Chapter 5

     Don observed his face in the mirror as he shaved, carefully
attending to the spot on his beard that was particularly difficult
to reach.  He could already smell the odor of frying bacon coming
from the kitchen, and he knew that Laura was preparing his
breakfast.  A momentary flash of anger swept through him as the
events of the last evening with the kids returned to him in their
full humiliating detail.  Fucking their mother had helped him blot
the whole thing out of his mind last night, but now it floated up
again in his mind and he had the same uncomfortable, uneasy
feeling he'd had the night before.
     He would have to talk to Laura this morning.
     After putting on the clean underwear and shirt that Laura had
carefully laid out for him, he donned his khaki work pants and
went into the living room.  He could see Laura bustling about in
her red and black housecoat, buttering toast and cutting it in
triangular slices.  He approached her, entering the small kitchen
and putting his arms gently around her waist.
     "Morning, beautiful," he said, nibbling at her sweet smelling
neck.  Her perfume sent a shiver through him, and abruptly he
released her, going over to the table to sit down.
     "Where are the kids?" he asked, unfolding his napkin.
     "Oh, they said they didn't feel up to school today, both of
them have some kind of virus I think.  I hope it wasn't anything
they ate last night!"  Laura continued humming a little tune to
herself as she started scrambling the eggs.
     "It could hardly have been anything we had last night ... the
food was excellent ... and besides I'd be sick too!" Don felt
unaccountably furious, as he poured himself a hot cup of coffee.
     "Are you sure they're not faking?" he asked.
     "Why, what ever would make you say a thing like that ... if
they say they're sick ... I'm sure they are ..."
     "Well ... Laura ... it's just that you and I are going to
have to have a talk about the kids ... I think they're getting a
little out of hand!"
     Laura bristled.  She couldn't remember Don ever having called
her Laura that way, except perhaps when they first met.
     "What do you mean ... out of hand?" she replied.  The eggs
weren't coming out right, and she felt angry at Don for bringing
this up now, at the most crucial moment of breakfast.
     "I'm ... well, I'm not sure just what I mean ... but I think
we're neglecting some fundamental parts of their education ..."
Don floundered, wishing he'd waited until evening to broach the
difficult subject.  He was getting a slight headache just thinking
about it.
     "NEGLECTING!" Laura replied, scraping the eggs out onto a
platter.  "Just look at these eggs ...  Here ... they're ruined!"
She brusquely dropped the platter on the table before her husband
and then stood looking down at him, ready to cry at any moment.
"Why they go to an excellent school ... I can't imagine ..."
     "Sit down, honey," Don said.  "Come on, sit down."  He
scooped up some eggs from the platter and some bacon, noting that
they did indeed look very strange.  "Now just calm down ... didn't
we agree that we would try to talk all our problems out quietly?"
     "PROBLEMS?  WHAT PROBLEMS?" Laura felt a little hysterical
... everything had been going so smoothly, so beautifully ... how
could there suddenly be the enormous problems he was talking
about?
     "Well, for one ..." Don tried using his most calming and
reassuring voice, "for one thing ... uh, have you ever taught them
anything about the, well, the facts of life?"
     "Don ... really sometimes I don't understand you ... they get
all those things at school ... they have hygiene classes and
things like that ..."
     "Yes, but have you ever told them anything ... actually sat
down and answered their questions?"  His stomach felt tight as he
gulped down a second cup of coffee.  He observed his wife's pretty
face as she blushed a deep pink and searched for words.
     Laura felt the tears starting from her eyes, and angrily
brushed at them.  Why was he going on about this?  The children
were much too young to really be interested in that sort of thing.
     "Why they're just babies!" she blurted out, rising from the
table hurriedly.  The china rattled and coffee sloshed from Don's
cup as she pushed her chair away.  It had turned out to be a
horrible morning!  Their first argument.  Laura rushed from the
room, feeling hurt and upset.  Why was Don being so mean to her?
And about such a silly thing!
     She went into the bathroom to throw cold water on her face
before she started looking bloated and red, and while there, she
thought angrily, "Why, when they have questions they'll come to me
with them!"  But she didn't expect that for another year or so ...
they were so young for their ages anyway!
     When a few moments later she heard the front door slam, she
burst into tears again, at how unfair Don was, criticizing her
that way ... for no apparent reason!
     She spent the entire day in her room.  Once she heard noises
outside and she figured the kids were making themselves lunch.
But she stayed in the bedroom, she just couldn't face them or
anyone else for that matter.  She was reading a good mystery novel
that helped take her mind off things, and she lay propped up by
pillows turning the pages slowly and occasionally looking at the
clock to see if it was almost time for Don to be coming home.  By
the time it was 5:00 she rose and went into the kitchen.  He just
wouldn't be getting a special meal tonight, she thought, ruefully
looking into the freezer compartment of the refrigerator, and
withdrawing two TV dinners.  While they were thawing in the oven
she went into her room and put on a lounging robe that she knew
Don particularly liked.  Then after brushing her black curls into
place on her shoulders, she went down the hall to see how the
children were.  They seemed to be awfully quiet.
     She knocked on Rick's door and after a few seconds, his
groggy voice replied, "Ye ... es?"
     "It's mother, Rick, how are you feeling ...?"
     "Oh, I was sound asleep ... so is MaryAnn ..." came the
answer.
     "Oh, well, I won't bother you then ... I just wanted to see
if you'd be wanting dinner ..."
     "No thanks, Mom ..."
     "All right ... get some rest then," she replied, turning from
the door, without bothering to open it.  As her footsteps echoed
down the hall, MaryAnn returned to her brother's bed from the
bathroom where she had hidden at the first knock.  Her nude young
body slipped quickly beneath the sheets beside her brother, and
she was delighted to feel his cock rising against her leg, thick
and strong again, after their last lovemaking.
     "Darling," she sighed, lowering her hand to caress its
warmth.
     "Shall we do another page of the book," Rick whispered,
reaching under the pillow and withdrawing the now dog-eared
pamphlet.

                           *    *    *

     The next morning as the sun streamed in through the window
Laura declared she felt ill, and didn't get up to fix Don's
breakfast.  She had been surprised the evening before to find when
her new husband returned from work, that instead of having
softened and apologized to her for that morning's argument, he
seemed more determined than ever to discuss the matter of the
children with her.  The frustrating discussion had gone on until
they were both ready for bed, and once under the covers, Laura
waited for him to reach out for her.  Instead, he said, "I'll
handle the situation myself from now on ... if you want to know
the truth ... you're a lousy mother!"
     Now, still in bed, the slam of the front door, and Don's
parting words still in her ears, she fried to control her
irrepressible tears.
     "Don't bother to make dinner," he'd said, "I'm picking Rick
and MaryAnn up from school this afternoon ... and we'll eat out
and take in a movie!"
     It had been the first night since their wedding that they
hadn't made love, and Laura felt overwhelmed by the implications
of this depressing fact.  The beautiful dream she'd created of her
marriage seemed to be bursting before her very eyes like a giant
soap bubble.

                           *    *    *

     Don felt very unsure of himself as he left work early to go
pick up his stepchildren.  He regretted having been so blunt with
Laura, but it really seemed the only way he could get through to
her sometimes ... and even now, he was certain that she didn't
understand a word of what he was saying.  Doubts plagued him about
the wisdom of his decision ... maybe Laura was right after all,
and he should just let the whole thing drop ... but on the other
hand, the memory of the kid's faces as they demanded answers to
their questions that night at dinner haunted him, and made him
hold firm.  They needed some kind of guiding hand all right ...
there was no doubt about that.  Otherwise one day he and Laura
might have real trouble on their hands.  Better to nip the whole
thing in the bud!  As the idiomatic phrase ran through his brain,
for some reason Don visualized the twin young buds of his young
stepdaughter's breasts, as they had presented themselves to him
three quarters bare across the table at Il Faro's.  She was going
to have some build when she was fully grown, considering that she
was only fourteen now!
     He tried to dismiss the thought from his head as he
approached the school, but he started wondering again about just
how much experience MaryAnn had had ... was she seeing boys?  He
recalled the odd pressure on his knee the other night at the
restaurant, and although his mind told him it had to have been a
mistake, his dormant penis leapt to semi-erect state.
     Don was sure that it was because he had gone a night without
making love to his wife's lusciously responsive body.  His own
body had grown accustomed to the luxury of their daily lovemaking,
and he was surprised at how much he felt its lack.
     As he arrived at the school block he saw hundreds of children
of various ages swarming around, and he drove slowly looking for
his.  He had knocked on their doors that morning telling them
first that they'd better get to school that day no matter how they
felt, and second, that he was going to pick them up afterwards.
Now, after several minutes had passed and still he didn't see
them, Don worried that his invitation had sounded more like some
kind of punishment than anything else.  Suppose they just didn't
bother to show up!
     Just as he was getting ready to drive off, the side door of
the Chevy opened and a sultry young voice inquired, "Looking for
me, handsome?"
     He jumped and turned to see MaryAnn getting into the car
beside him.
     "Where is your brother?" he inquired, looking around.
     "Oh, Rick has track practice and he was sure you wouldn't
mind just taking me out anyway.  They're finishing up the season
... you know only a few more weeks of school before vacation."
MaryAnn adjusted her short miniskirt across her thighs and
reclined against the car seat.
     "Oh ..." Don answered.  This wasn't quite what he'd had in
mind, but he supposed there was no reason why he couldn't try to
make friends with MaryAnn by herself.
     "Well, where would you like to go for dinner?" he asked,
starting up the car.  "And I thought we might take in a movie

From grobert@soho.ios.com Mon Sep 30 17:22:05 1996
after ... would you like that?"
     MaryAnn looked sideways at her stepfather.  He really wasn't
bad, she thought ... and a movie would be fun ... she knew just
the one she wanted to see!  She was prepared to enjoy herself.
Something about her newly acquired womanly status made her feel
very sure of herself, very superior.  Now she really knew what it
was all about, and her sweet young genitals reminded her almost
constantly of their most recent plunder by sending little sparkles
shooting through her from time to time.  She gazed out the window
as they headed for her favorite Chinese restaurant and thought
lovingly of her brother, and of his expanding knowledge of her
body and its secret pleasures.
     As she and her new father walked into the restaurant, she was
sure that the people who turned to watch them walk past thought
they were lovers, and she giggled at the thought.  When they sat
down and Don asked her why she'd giggled, she told him, and he
said, "Don't be silly ... you're just a child!"  He almost bit his
tongue after he said it ... why he was beginning to sound just
like Laura, for crissakes!  Why was he always letting MaryAnn get
the better of him?  Obviously, she wasn't quite the child either
he or Laura thought she was, as he gleaned from her answer.
Batting her long silken eyelashes as she had seen her mother do,
she replied.
     "I'm not a child, Daddy," she called him for the first time,
"... I'm a woman.  Can't you tell?"
     "Fine ..." Don answered gruffly.  "Now what do you want to
eat?"
     MaryAnn smiled calmly to herself and glancing at the menu,
started to order.

                           *    *    *

     It was pitch dark by the time they reached the movie theater
and Don was glad.  He felt somehow safer in the dark with his
young charge.  And what a charge she was!
     He couldn't quite believe what had gone on under the table of
the Chinese restaurant, but his earlier suspicions had been
definitely confirmed.  MaryAnn had taken every opportunity to
brush her knees against him, and once she had even dropped her
fork and bent low to pick it up, letting her fingers trace a few
inches up his pants leg.  He still felt a little shaky about the
whole thing, and didn't even bother looking at the billboard
outside the theater to see what movie it was that MaryAnn had
insisted upon seeing.  He noticed that she nodded to the ticket
taker who seemed to know her and also noted that the same fellow
gave him a very curious look.
     But once they were inside the large movie theater, he was
caught up in the coming attractions that were flashing on the
screen, and looking forward to munching the candy and popcorn he
and MaryAnn had bought, he pushed all the embarrassing events of
the early evening to the back of his mind.  A great picture was
coming next, one that he was sure his wife would like to see and
made a mental note to mention it to her.  He settled into the
comfortable seat that reclined slightly under his weight and
resolved to make up with Laura that very evening.  It was too
lonely being angry with her.
     It was just possible that he was exaggerating things anyway
... maybe the way MaryAnn and her brother were reacting was normal
for their ages.  He'd have to get a book on adolescents and find
out.  Meanwhile, he intended to try to relax and enjoy the movie.
     MaryAnn began munching on her popcorn.  This was her favorite
movie theater ... the one she always came to, where they thought
she was over sixteen.  She recalled how a couple of times men had
sat down next to her during the movies and started to push their
legs annoyingly against her thighs.  She had always jumped right
up and changed her seat.  It was funny, she thought, to be here
for the first time with someone else.  A cartoon came on, and she
impatiently waited for it to end, the main feature being a film of
special interest to her.  She had already seen it twice, and now
she was very interested to see her new stepfather's reaction to
certain scenes.  She wasn't quite sure why it was happening, but
she was feeling very strange tinglings whenever she looked at Don.
After all, she had actually seen him making love to her mother and
heard the incredible things he made her feel.  Now that she had
had such delightful experiences with her brother, she found it
hard to stop imagining what it would be like to be made love to by
a grown man ... by her own Daddy!
     KISS MY YELLOW FLOWER
     The title of the movie scrawled over the screen beneath its
original Swedish name and then superimposed over a woman's naked
belly and navel came the credits.
     While Don watched, in astonishment, the oversized shot of the
woman's stomach began to twist and turn slowly beneath the
changing credits.
     "What kind of movie is this anyway?" he thought ... but
before he could even complete the thought, the answer was clear,
for the camera moved upwards on the woman's lean and lovely torso
until it panned fully upon her firmly pointed breasts.  Two
enormous nipples stared out from the screen in full Technicolor
and as the credits slowly disappeared from the wide screen, two
black hands reached out from behind the woman's body and grabbed a
full rounded white breast in each palm.
     Don jumped and was visibly disturbed.  He looked around him
sheepishly, wondering what people would think of him for bringing
his young stepdaughter to such a movie.  But all eyes were riveted
to the screen and no one seemed the least bit interested in what
was going on around them.  Don turned uneasily to MaryAnn.
     "Uh ... MaryAnn ... this is no kind of movie for you to see
... I ... uh ... think we'd better leave ..."
     "Don't be silly ..." MaryAnn chastised him.  "I've seen this
movie a thousand times ... besides, I think you'll like it!" she
said, her mouth full of popcorn as she lightly let her hand fall
upon Don's arm as she spoke.
     Don was shocked to feel a violent tremor traverse his body at
his stepdaughter's touch.  Startled into silence, he turned once
more back to the screen.  The actors were speaking slow dreamlike
sentences in Swedish and the English subtitles were imprinted
below the images of the integrated couple.  But the words had
little importance, for what was transpiring on the screen was of
such a nature that Don could hardly tear his eyes away.
     The huge black man and the petite young Swedish girl were now
shown in their entirety.  Both were completely nude and both
completely beautiful representatives of their races.  Together
they formed an incredibly erotic tableau of black and white, their
bodies molding together in a sensual pattern that at first glance
seemed purely abstract, until it was clear that the two were
interlaced, he enormously tall and proud; she small and shy,
although voluptuously formed.
     The two kissed, their bodies sliding close together in a
standing position and Don watched the black man's hands move
slowly up and down over the girl's slender back, his fingers
playing an imaginary keyboard upon her naked flesh.  When he
cupped the blonde girl's tender pink buttocks up in his large
black hands, Don gasped to see, for the first time on the screen,
the black man's enormous penis jump, bulking upwards between him
and the girl, moving against her flat white belly, growing in size
as he ground her closer still towards his muscular body.
     God it was big!  Every bit as big as his imagination had
always told him a black man's penis might be ... although he knew
that stereotypes were silly.  Still, it was clear that like white
men, at least some of these dark-skinned men had cocks of
tremendous girth!
     His own cock began to stir between his legs and he could feel
his balls contracting slightly, the way they always did when he
was getting excited.  Meanwhile, on the screen, the two beautiful
people were rubbing persistently against each other, and from time
to time, the man's dark purplish cock would slip sideways, giving
the camera and the movie audience the full benefit of its large
bulbous head, already shiny with moisture, the tip apparently a
good six inches in circumference.
     Slowly, almost imperceptibly, while still mouthing the
unintelligible words, the two were making their way back towards a
large double bed that was in the background.  Don looked down at
the subtitles.  Unbelievable, they were discussing politics!  His
eyes returned to their undulating bodies, now shot from above, the
girls small hand clung to the large fleshy pole of her dark
lover's penis as she pulled him along toward the bed, a radiant
smile upon her lovely face.
     Then they were on the bed, the girl's face filling the
screen, her blond hair fanning out over the pillow ... her eyes
fluttering, the pupils a deep blue, wavering ... then a long sigh
... and they rolled back up into her head.
     WHAT THE DEVIL WAS GOING ON?  Then she spoke the subtitles
read: "Oh, yes, Abdul with your hand ... I always love your hand."
     There were more sighs and the girl's expression became almost
angelic, her sighs turning to hums and she moved her head back and
forth, her eyes now ecstatically closed.
     Don's cock was a rock!  He was sweating like hell, although
the theater was air-conditioned.  Suddenly, he remembered that
MaryAnn, his fourteen-year-old stepdaughter, was sitting there
right next to him, watching this too!  He turned to her and
noticed first that her hand was still resting on his arm.  He was
about to speak, but he saw to his astonishment that his
stepdaughter's expression was almost identical to the young girl's
on the screen.  She seemed to be in a hypnotic trance, watching
the lewd film ... and what was more, Don thought, it was not the
first time she'd seen it!  In the dark, her pert young features
were illuminated by the color from the screen.  Her face ... so
like her mother's ... was alternately dark, alternately light and
Don found himself staring at her, mesmerized by her youthful
beauty.  His prick jerked inside his shorts, and he realized that
MaryAnn's hand was moving along his arm.  Her small fingers
clutched at his arm, and she gave a little moan.  Don looked back
at the screen.
     The giant black cock in all its glory filled the front wall
of the theater, hovering close to something ... what was it ... a
long white ... THIGH!  It touched the soft flesh, moving upward
... and then tiny fingers ... pink and delicate; came down circled
around it, unable to encompass its enormous girth, guiding it
tugging down on the thickness of the foreskin
     Don found himself visualizing MaryAnn's hand ... only it
wasn't a hard ebony cock it was holding ... it was his own still
rising prick that now throbbed painfully against his leg.
     MaryAnn suddenly turned to him.
     "It's a hot one, isn't it?" she asked coyly and when he
looked at her, she suddenly wet her lips with her tongue and
bringing her young face brazenly close to his, kissed him full
upon the lips.
     Don's brain whirled as he sat stunned, feeling her hand
clutching at his arm and now moving up and down along it.  Her
kiss remained on his lips, burning there exactly as if her lips
were still touching his.  Then he felt it.  Her hand dropped
teasingly to his leg ... wild tremors raced through him and his
long thick shaft pulsed eagerly.  He made a small grunting noise.
He couldn't let this go on ... no this was ... good God! ... this
was wrong ... what was wrong with him, anyway?
     On the screen, the wide open moist blond split appeared, pink
and fleshy, framed with softly curled hair ... only to be covered
by a dark shadow and then the actual object of the black man's
trembling cock.  It just lay there upon the Swedish girl's body,
covering her sweet young cunt, not entering it, not moving.  It
was almost too much, to take!
     And still Don made no move to remove MaryAnn's hand from his
leg.  The little fingers were crawling now ... crawling upwards
... unmistakably toward his helplessly throbbing loins.
     "OH, GOD; FORGIVE ME!" Don thought.  "I CAN'T STOP HER ... I
JUST CAN'T!"
     Strange images wound round in his brain as Don realized for
certain what was about to happen.  How had it all started anyway?
How had he found himself in this position?  Then MaryAnn's hand
was there ... smoothing along the hard rocklike shaft of his cock
where it bulged sideways in his pants.  Wild sensations shot
through him and it seemed as though he had never ever been so
excited in all his life.
     HOW DID SHE KNOW THESE THINGS?  THE CHILD WAS ONLY FOURTEEN
YEARS OLD!!!!!
     His prick jerked uncontrollably, straining against the small
hand that teased at it and Don gulped, swallowing noisily, feeling
as though he were about to explode from this forbidden torture by
his barely maturing young stepdaughter.
     MaryAnn's eyes kept watching the screen but her hands moved
along until she found what they wanted ... her stepfather's rock-
hard cock.  She knew somehow that it would be hard and she sighed
softly when her fingers reached its reassuring bulk.  When Don
didn't stop her, she smiled, encouraged; and continued, squeezing
it beneath the flimsy fabric of his summer pants and moving her
hand up and down.  It felt wonderful!  So big!  Far bigger than
her baby brother's ... and she knew how good that felt!  She
squirmed a bit in her seat just thinking about it, and continued
feeling its ever stiffening warmth beneath her boldly insinuating
fingers.
     "Oooohhh ..." she sighed.  "Oh, Don ... you're turning out to
be such a nice Daddy after all!"  She heard her stepfather groan
at her words and then came the satisfaction of feeling his penis
surge upward beneath her trembling hand.  It was so wonderful!
     Don knew that he was becoming involved in something that
would irrevocably change his life ... and yet he found himself
letting it happen ... it was as if he were watching the entire
scene from afar, too far away to change anything that was
happening.  When he felt MaryAnn's sweet young thigh pressing into
his, moving sensuously back and forth, he welcomed it ... welcomed
it and even started to encourage her.  He couldn't struggle
against what he was feeling any longer.  Almost unconsciously, his
hand reached out and made searing contact with the soft white
flesh of his stepdaughter's leg.  Her skirt was way above her
knees and a wide area of tempting flesh was exposed to his hand.
She was still eagerly kneading his cock and Don's hand groped
hungrily at her willingly offered silky skin.
     His brain whirled.  From the screen a low animal-like growl
signaled that the black man was ready to enter his pretty Swedish
girl friend.  The entire lewd act could be seen from afar, the
camera having pulled back so as to encompass the entire room.  The
blonde girl called out his name and then howled ... a
bloodcurdling sound that made MaryAnn grab hard onto Don's
impossibly rigid prick and Don's hand go sliding upward toward the
high unreachable, forbidden spot between the teen-ager's slightly
parted legs.
     Suddenly, the black and white film couple were fucking ...
right before Don and MaryAnn's eyes.  The black man could be seen
pushing and arching his back, rearing backwards, stabbing forward,
letting his long hardened pole of excited male flesh part the
tight clenching little orifice of the young girl's golden-haired
pussy.  Although it couldn't be seen, one could sense the tender,
hair-lined lips between her legs straining, the moist pink dabs of
flesh between her voluptuous thighs moistening, being battered and
maneuvered into place as the huge-sized cock advanced slowly into
her waiting cunt.
     Don's fingers assumed lives of their own.  He was so close
... Oh, God! ... so close to that darling puffy little pussy that
he knew lurked up there between her limply spread thighs.
     "Don't let him stop ..." MaryAnn thought.  "Oh, let his
fingers continue ..."  Her tiny cunt felt like a hot jeweled
button between her legs and she could feel her nylon panties
getting moist from her excitement.  Tiny ripples of pleasure were
running all over her as the large hand on her naked thigh advanced
inch by inch.  IT WAS REALLY GOING TO HAPPEN!  Her entire being
felt warm and receptive ... womanly and delicious ... as she knew
her first female triumph of seduction.  Moving downward ever so
slightly, she let her snugly covered pussy grind up teasingly
against the tips of her conquered stepfather's searching fingers.
     Don gasped audibly ... he was stimulated far beyond anything
healthy.  He felt his young stepdaughter smooth her hips about ...
the warm little ass lifting upwards off the theater seat so that
his hand was cupped full over her hot young pussy!  The ultra-hot
skin of her surrounding thighs parted further and the little mound
of her fourteen-year-old cunt was sliding wetly along his hand.
Moisture seeped through the nylon of her panties to his skin and
through the thin fabric he could feel her flattened pubic hair and
the twin mounds of soft flesh that formed a deep cleft of erotic
tissue.
     MaryAnn thought she might faint from pleasure.  Flushed and
excited, she leaned upward whispering into her stepfather's
unbelieving ear.
     "I want to call you Daddy all the time ... Please, Don ...
can I call you Daddy?"
     Don did not ... in fact, could not answer her.  Her budding
adolescent breasts had brushed against his arm and through his
sleeve he'd been able to feel the taut hard nipples.  He couldn't
stop his wildly fluttering fingers now.  They slid and rubbed
against her fuzz-covered pussy, feeling the hot throbbing of her
excited little vagina.  He was sweating profusely as her frenzied
fingers still fumbled at his aching penis.
     "Daddy ... Daddy ..." he heard her murmuring.  "Don't stop
... oh, please don't stop!"
     The sticky material of her soaking panties had all but
disappeared and it felt as if he was in direct contact with her
enticingly spread genitals, but MaryAnn wanted more.  Whispering
once more in his burning ear and once more pressing her breasts
into his arm, she implored ...
     "Inside, Daddy ... slip your hand under my panties ... do it,
please do it ..."
     "Oh, God ..." Don hissed between his teeth as he suddenly
felt his fingers pushing aside the passion-moistened crotch-band
and moving in and under the tight elastic leg band of his teenage
stepdaughter's panties.
     "Yes ... Yes ... yeeeeessss ..." he heard her moan as she
squirmed upward so that his finger could get under the clinging
skin-tight nylon material.
     Don's breath caught in his throat ... his mouth dry ... his
lips parched.  The way her sparse little cunt curls brushed his
fingertip was enough to make him go stark raving mad.  Then there
was the incredible moisture ... the youthfully soft slit of her
vaginal flanges, tight and waiting.  He moaned to himself, his
eyes staring sightlessly at the screen and then let his invading
middle finger worm salaciously upward through the wet folds of
quivering young pussy flesh to the erect nib of MaryAnn's wildly
twitching clitoris.
     "MMmmmmmm ... oooohhhh Daddy ... Daaaaady ... oooooohhhhhhh
..." she crooned in a low whisper, her hot little cunt gyrating
about so that she was fucking herself and he hardly had to move
his finger inside the minuscule arena of her hungrily throbbing
pussy.
     The young teen-aged girl seemed so hungry for her
stepfather's touch ... so anxious ... and finally so relieved when
he reached her hidden secret parts that Don couldn't help thinking
to himself ... "... hot little number ... hot little bitch of a
number ..."
     But he tried desperately, even while his finger was sliding
about over her heatedly squirming pussy and her hand was
insistently fondling the exterior of the granite shaft of his
cock, to remind himself that he had to stop what was happening ...
to stop because she was only a child ... only fourteen ... and
what was more she was his own wife's daughter!
     "Oh, Daddy ... inside please ... go inside!"
     "No! ... No, MaryAnn I can't... I can't!"
     Don whispered urgently, keeping his voice as low as he could,
painfully aware of their public surroundings.
     "Yes, Daddy ... yes you can ... Oh, please ... don't you want
to do to me what you do to Mom ... don't you ... you know, we've
seen you, Rick and I ... and we always hear you ... won't you do
that to me, too ... please Daddy..."  Once more her lips grazed
his cheek and sought his mouth.  The sweet honeyed taste of her
tongue thrust in between his slightly parted lips and urgently,
Don's middle finger went worming slowly upward into the tiny
opening of his stepdaughter's vagina.  The tiny orifice clung to
his finger damply as MaryAnn's mouth clung to his ... he could
feel her tight youthful cunt flesh melting around his surging
finger, feel her breath hot upon his face, her mouth desperately
sucking upon his.  Up ... up his finger went, feeling all her
youth and innocence squirming about upon it ... all her pent-up
desire wetting his curving digit as it snaked up slowly, ever and
ever higher.  A low growl came from her throat and Don felt her
little cunt contracting and sucking voraciously against his middle
finger.  Lewd thoughts ran through his mind ... if he could just
get his cock into that tight little pussy ... if only ... But her
sweet soft lips were caressing his and her face was desire racked
and tormented by the rising plunder between her trembling white
thighs.
     This is all my fault ... all my fault ... he kept thinking.
But then ... 0h, God ... what a sweet little pussy ... oh, Jesus!
... His prick was about to burst and his finger had suddenly gone
as far as it could go.  Lovingly, he let it revolve teasingly
around within the moist confines of his fourteen-year-old
stepdaughter's pussy and then push upward against the straining
womb of the half-child.
     "... Daddy..." she mumbled softly into his mouth.  "...
OOOOOHHHHH ... Daddy ... OOOOOOHHHHHH Daddy ... I'mmmmmm ...
ooooohhhhhh ... yeeeeesssss ... doooooo iiiittt ... ddooooo iiitt
... oooooohhhhh ... iiii ... looooovve you ...
looooooveoooooohhhhhahhhhh ... yyyyyyeeeeesssssAAAAHHH!!!"
     The softly intoned cries of her climaxing agony met her
stepfather's whirling mind like a sharp slap in the face, but a
slap that caused no pain but rather the expanding relief of
ecstasy within his tormented loins.
     God, he was cumming too right there in the goddamned movie
theater with people sitting all around them. It was unbelievable
... but he was cumming too.  His finger felt like a greased piston
doing its appointed job in a tightly convulsing glove of wet flesh
that it fitted to perfection.  What he was doing seemed for those
instants, right and good ... and he knew he was doing it well.
She was cumming so deliciously around his hard middle finger as he
pushed the ridges of pink delicate flesh ever forward and upward
into the tight wetness of her excitedly contracting pussy.  Don
could feel MaryAnn's thighs quivering and hot against his hand and
as his own orgasm expanded helplessly beneath his stepdaughter's
grasping hand, he let his finger ram up against her cervix,
pinning her effectively to the seat of the movie theater.  She
clung to him, whimpering her joy and holding on as though she
might go through the ceiling of the theater if she did not.
     They shuddered together for long moments, gradually beginning
to hear the foreign sounds emanating from the screen, gradually
separating to sit once more staring straight ahead of them.
     Don looked back at the lewd film.  His trousers were wet and
he felt uncomfortably sticky with his own orgastic juices.  Slowly
he withdrew his cramped finger from MaryAnn's slippery genitals.
     On the screen, the black man and the young Swedish girl were
outdoors and seemed about to join two other young people for a
nude swim.
     "Come on ..." Don said quickly, grabbing his stepdaughter by
the hand.  "Let's get out of here!"



                             Chapter 6

     Rick listened, his eyes becoming round saucers of shock and
amazement as his sister sat opposite him in his room, telling him
what she had made Don do to her in the movie theater.
     When she had finally finished the entire story, Rick realized
that he had a raging hard-on.  He could hardly contain himself.
Far from being jealous as he would have thought he'd be, he found
that the entire story had stimulated him no end.  It opened up all
sorts of possibilities that he had never dreamed possible.
     "And then he brought you right home?" he asked ... his eyes
sparkling.
     "Oh, yes ... he wouldn't even speak to me ... wouldn't touch
me!  Dropped me off in front of the house and drove off ...  Guess
he won't be home 'til late tonight!"
     "Yeah!" Rick replied.  "Mom's gonna miss him!"
     "I'll bet!" MaryAnn laughed.
     "MaryAnn?  Do you think ..."
     "Do I think what?"
     "Do you think that maybe ... maybe I could ... could touch
..."
     "Touch what?  Who?  Rick, will you please say something!"
     MaryAnn watched as her brother's face turned scarlet ... and
finally he blurted out,
     "... touch Mom the way Don touched you!"
     MaryAnn thought for a moment ... and then replied, "Well,
maybe ... maybe I could get Don, I mean Daddy," she quickly
corrected, "to arrange it somehow!"  She got up, suddenly excited
by the idea and started removing her short skirt and blouse.  Rick
sat watching, his young penis throbbing expectantly.
     "Meanwhile, baby brother ..." MaryAnn said smiling and
removing her bra.  "Maybe you'd like to practice with me ... even
if I am only your sister!"
     The gently pulsating tips of her upcurved breasts approached
Rick's face as MaryAnn slowly and deliberately approached him, her
young body swaying as she walked.  Her thumbs hooked against the
edge of her panties and she peeled them down over her rounded
young hips and the whiteness of her thighs as she reached him.
     Rick bent low to inhale the gentle fragrance of her light
brown, fuzz-covered pussy and as he did so, he clasped his arms
around her small naked waist and drew the warm, mysterious
triangle of his sister's loins tightly against his face.

                           *    *    *

     Don finally drove back to the house.  He'd been in three bars
and had had twice as many double scotches.  His eyes felt
bloodshot and he knew he reeked of whisky as he turned his door
key in the lock.  He had seriously considered going elsewhere for
the night, but the thought of a hotel made him certain he would do
away with himself in despair and the only place for him after all
was said and done, was home.
     All the lights in the living room were off.  A bad sign, he
thought.  Laura had not even left a waiting lamp for him.
Stumbling in the darkness, he sensed all of their presences in the
house ... the child-woman, MaryAnn ... it made his blood run cold
to think of her ... her brother ... he recalled what she'd said
about the two of them watching him and Laura ...  Watching, for
Chrissakes!  As he reached the door to his bedroom, he became
suddenly absolutely furious with his new wife.
     "Laura!" he yelled as he entered the room.  "You little cunt!
This is all your fault!"
     Laura sat up brusquely in bed, rapidly turning on the bed
lamp.  Fear contorted her beautiful face ... fear and surprise.
She was the one who had planned to be angry when her husband
finally returned home.  Well, there was no question of that now.
None at all!  She had never seen him look like that ... never
known him to go out drinking.
     "What's wrong?" she asked meekly, cringing back under the
covers.  She was alarmed when Don just stood there, wavering on
unsteady feet, glaring at her ominously.  She wondered what he was
going to do ... and for the first time since she had known him,
she began to think that she had married a complete stranger.  This
growling ape standing at the bedroom door so little resembled the
man with whom she'd chosen to spend the rest of her life that she
began to tremble just watching him.
     Slamming the door behind him, Don started toward her.
     "Don!" she cried.  "You've been drinking, you ... you stay
away from me ..."
     Don fumed, walking still closer.  "You idiot!  Of course I've
been drinking.  I should think that would be perfectly obvious ...
even to someone as blind as you are!"
     Tears sprang from Laura's eyes as the words hit her.  "Oh,
God!" she thought.  "Oh, Dear God!"
     Horrified, she saw that Don was removing his clothes.  He sat
down heavily on the bed beside her and she moved as far as
possible to the other side.  First he kicked off his shoes and
then his socks.  He stood and unloosened his belt, letting his
pants fall to the floor.  Laura thought she glimpsed a big stain
on the front of his shorts, but she couldn't be sure.  The whole
scene was so completely unreal ... nothing seemed normal.  As Don
pulled his shorts down, Laura was shocked to see his prick in a
state of full erection, the bloated head poised in mid-air, angry
and red as his face.
     "You like it, baby?" Don asked lewdly, shaking the swollen
cock up and down with one hand.
     Laura's mouth hung open.  He had never spoken to her like
that before ... never done such a ...
     "Well, Daddy's gonna give you a little taste of it ... like
you've never had before!"  His words interrupted her thoughts.
Completely nude now, he knelt back on the bed and reached over,
roughly pulling the covers away from her trembling nightgowned
form.
     "Don ... don't!" she cried,  "don't ..."  But he was tugging
at her new yellow silk gown, tearing it away from her breasts,
revealing their lushness to his fury.
     "I hate yellow!" he bellowed suddenly.  "Don't ever let me
see you wearing it again!"
     Sobs racked Laura's firm, supple figure as she tried to
scramble away from her husband, but his hands gripped her breasts
gruffly, pulling at them and fumbling at the nipples ... pushing
her down until she was trapped on the bed.
     "You bastard! ... you're hurting me ... let me go ... let me
go!"
     "Shut up!  I'm sick of your bullshit!" He screamed back at
her.  "What you need is ... is ..." he tried to think of some
punishment that would fit her crimes, but he never finished the
sentence.
     "But what have I done?  Don!  What have I done????" she
cried, still trying to stop his kneading hands as they tore at her
voluptuous breasts.
     "It's not what you've done ..." Don replied.  It's what you
haven't done!  Now ... turn over!"
     "What?!"
     "Turn over, I said!"  He flipped her over, pulling part of
the sheet with her and when she lay crying beside him on her
stomach, he watched the rise and fall of her white quivering
buttocks as they shook with each trembling breath she took.  He
pulled away the sheet and then the still-clinging fabric of her
yellow gown where it was bunched around her waist.
     His wife's gleaming cream colored skin appeared in its full
nudity, the well-rounded softness of her buttocks staring
defenselessly back at him.  Her exquisite beauty maddened him
tonight and he could only think of ways to humiliate her ... to
torment her.  His cock ached dully and he felt prey to a horrid
kind of desire that no normal loving could cure.
     He thought of beating her, but that wasn't the answer.  Then,
as he continued to observe her helplessly wavering ass cheeks, he
had a sudden inspiration and reaching over, with his thumbs
pressing outward, he spread the full white globes.  Leaning over,
he peered inside the warm deep crevice of his wife's nakedly
trembling buttocks.
     "What are you doing?" Laura started to say, but she felt his
hand on the back of her head and found her face suddenly pushed
down hard into the mattress, and afraid of what he might do to
her, she abruptly stopped talking.
     With growing panic, she felt him begin to probe inside her
now widespread buttocks.  His fingers were roaming over the open
split, teasing and exploring.  He had never touched her there
before.  Her dazed mind sensed in horror that he was going to make
her submit to some kind of horrible indignity, and even as she
realized it, his middle finger was pressing experimentally at her
tiny puckered anus, spreading it, teasing it ... and then
suddenly, painfully, it popped up to the first knuckle into the

From grobert@soho.ios.com Mon Sep 30 17:25:03 1996
tight virgin hole.
     "Aaaaarrrggggg ..." she cried out.  "NNOOO ... Don ... Oh,
God ... NNNOOOOOOOO!!!"
     "What you need is a good straightening out ... you like to
wag your little ass around, don't you?  Well, wag it like a good
little girl for me now!"  Don knew his words weren't making much
sense, but he was getting so much pleasure from them and from the
sight of his wife squirming on the end of his finger, her firm,
well-curved ass trembling helplessly upward at him, that he smiled
with diabolical glee.
     Savagely, he wormed his finger in further, feeling the tight
little hole expand unwillingly at the forced pressure.  Laura
winced in pain and cried out again, but it only caused him to move
his finger around still more within the dark, defensively
clenching confines of her virgin rectum.  The rubbery outer lips
gave a little beneath his prodding and encouraged, Don stuck in
another finger.
     "AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGG!!!!!!!"
     Laura screamed again and again, desperately trying to get
away from the maniac she'd married.  But Don pinned her back down
to the bed with his other hand pressed into her back and continued
his attack.  He maneuvered around so that he was kneeling back
between her legs, looking directly down into the widespread area
of her rectum.
     "Please stop ... oh ... oh ... oh ... please ... please stop
..."  She was crying now.  She had never felt such pain ... such
humiliation.
     Her entire backside spread open like that ... and him looking
in ... his fingers working at her secret feminine flesh ... it was
so awful!  She could feel the air blowing across her normally
tightly protected rectal channel and the strange intrusion of
Don's fingers was the most unnatural thing she'd ever felt.
     "Kneel up!" Don commanded.
     His words sounded obscenely in her ears and at first, she
could not respond.
     "I said KNEEL UP!" he shouted, ramming his two fingers hard
into her already aching anal passage.
     The sharp pain stunned her, but somehow she hoped that by
obeying him she would end her torment faster.  Perhaps if she
changed her position, it wouldn't hurt so much.  Obediently, and
on shaky knees, she lifted herself up, presenting him with the
wide-stretched moons of her buttocks as she rested her hot flushed
face upon the perspiration soaked sheet.  She kneeled there
panting like a trapped animal.  It did hurt less like this, she
realized and for some reason his fingers remained still for a
moment.  Then, oddly, his fingers were moving backward ... out!
Her still clenching rectum closed up again behind their withdrawal
and she could feel pure blissful relief all along her rectal
passage.  Slowly ... slowly they moved and then they were
completely out.  A small popping noise accompanied their exit and
Laura was surprised to feel a weird kind of pleasure back there
... totally different from anything else she'd known.  There was
something about her position that was causing it ... something
about her buttocks being spread lewdly open like that ... the
curly tendrils of her pussy were also being spread apart by her
almost obscene kneeling position and she felt exposed ...
completely exposed and at the mercy of whatever her husband might
do to her next.
     Surprisingly, she wanted him to make love to her.  Funny
little thrills were racing along her spine and her fear seemed to
be making her excited!  She was conscious of the fact that Don
could really do anything he wanted to her now ... even kill her if
he wanted to!  The thought of his superior strength sent a
perverse shiver from the tips of her toes up to the nape of her
neck.  In spite of everything, a growing desire for her husband
was sprouting in the pit of her stomach.  Her tense vagina felt
open and empty and she longed to feel his hardened cock entering
her from behind.  Oh, God, she wished he would take her now!
     Timidly she whispered, "Oh, Don ... darling ... take me ...
take me ..."  She felt her husband's body approach hers and she
invitingly rotated her white trembling behind around a little in
lewd encouragement.  His huge rock-hard cock grazed the naked
flesh of her buttocks and she felt a giant tremor of lust in her
loins.
     "Ooooooh!" she groaned out into the bed below.
     "Bitch!" Don yelled.  "Take it in your hand!"
     Obediently, his new wife's hand reached back behind herself
and she enclosed the long pole of his penis in her palm.  GOD; IT
WAS BIG!  Shivering with anticipation, she clung to its girth and
tried to position her pink, already moist pussy so that he could
enter her easily from his kneeling position.  To her dismay, he
stopped her quickly.
     "Not there!  Oh, no!  It's not gonna be that easy!"
     Laura cringed as she felt her husband move his cock from her
hand, prying her fingers away so that he could put it where he
wanted it.  Sheer panic almost blinded her and she clenched her
eyes shut as she felt him place the huge blunt tip of it against
the tight hairless opening of her rectum.
     Don leaned back so that he could watch his cock going in.  He
observed it as it took up a big place in the soft yielding
crevice, worming its way into the tightness of her anus.  He could
hear her pleading desperately beneath him, but it didn't matter.
Her ballooning buttocks remained perfectly positioned for his
cock, submissively pointed skyward while he strained hard against
the tiny, tightly resisting nether ring.  It seemed as though it
wouldn't go in.  Laura was whimpering and moaning now and he was
getting impatient.  His balls ached and his cock was tingling.
Suddenly he pushed with all the strength he could muster and like
a huge battering ram, the thick, bloated prick surged forward, the
red, swollen head popping inside her clenching anus with a sudden,
brutal thrust.
     "AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGG!!!!!" Laura screamed, the sudden entry
into her virgin passage of such an enormous instrument caused
searing flashes of white to form behind her tightly closed lids.
The pain was astounding ... she couldn't remember what it felt
like not to feel pain.  It was everywhere inside her ... all
around her ... an integral part of her.
     The burning passage of her anus felt stuffed and torn, and
she knew that she would never be the same back there.  Hatred
welled up in her for what her husband was doing to her ... he was
ruining her for life!
     Above her, Don moaned in ecstasy, letting his giant cock sink
all the way in until the flat surface of his hard belly smacked
against the bulging moons of his wife's hopelessly impaled
buttocks.  As he went further and further into her, Laura groaned
louder and louder, gasping for breath as though it were blocking
her wind passage.  Don closed his eyes and abandoned himself to
the luxurious feel of her tight clamping nether lips, rippling in
rhythmic convolutions around his hard, driving prick.  It felt
incredible!  He began to saw mercilessly into the soft, gently
throbbing regions of her defenseless anal canal.
     As the plunder of her abused rectum continued, Laura felt the
pain ease a little.  It wasn't much at first, but it helped.  The
white searing flashes were gone and then as she heard her
husband's moans of pleasure behind her and grew more accustomed to
the odd slapping of his stomach against her buttocks and the
strangeness of his invading rod sunk deep in her anus, that other
sensation began to return.  That strange kind of pleasure that
seems to grow out of pain!  It was a dull pleasure ... a different
pleasure.  There was something obscene about it ... it reached
different nerve endings from those she was used to.  And then
again ... something about her very helplessness served to make her
feel another surge of masochistic pleasure.  Don was obviously
punishing her for something ... something she did not understand
... but nevertheless, to her distorted mind, it seemed that she
might need punishing!  If only for this new lust she was beginning
to feel ... if only for beginning to enjoy her punishment!
     "OOHHHOOOOOHHHHHH!!!" she gasped, feeling the tiny rippling
waves of excitement start to overcome her.  Absurdly, she began to
move backward to meet his forward thrust ... the wiggle of her ass
upward to greet his powerfully working loins.
     "Aaaaahhh!  AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" she sighed as the sensuous
thrills expanded from her abused anal tunnel to every part of her
now totally submissive body.  She knew it was wrong, and knowing
this made her enjoy it all the more ... in fact, every time she
visualized herself as someone else might see her, kneeling like
this, being sodomized by a hardened male cock, she felt an
undeniable surge of pure passion.  She felt as though she was
truly his--his willing slave!
     Pounding furiously into her, Don felt exhilarated by his
dominant position.  He heard the change in her cries and realized
what was happening.  Feeling hot flashes of desire spiraling
through his driving penis, he pushed it deeper into her anus and
left it there a moment, then wormed it around and around in her
back passage by grinding his hips back and forth and up and down.
Her cries of mixed pain and pleasure were mournful and ecstatic.
He pulled almost all the way out, leaving only the gigantic head
buried within the tight elastic opening, paused a second, only to
plunge into her to the hilt in one long agonizingly slow stroke.
His balls slapped up against her exposed pussy, alive with sperm.
He knew he couldn't last much longer ... it was a miracle he had
been able to last this long!  Now he quickened his pace, slipping
into her hard and fast, battering against her white shaking
buttocks.  His hands dug into her waist, his breath came haltingly
from his open mouth.  He could hear her moaning his name and as he
pulled her already widespread cheeks further apart with his
thumbs, she started a low, throaty whining noise that almost sent
him out of his mind.
     "OH, FUCK!" he cried out, his cock swollen to undreamed-of
proportions, the thick head pressed hard by his wife's contracting
rectum, as her entire body shivered and quaked.  He reached under
her and grabbed onto her dancing swaying breasts, one large mound
of flesh fully occupying each hand.
     "Oh, baby ... oh, baby ... oh, yeah ... baby ... YEAH!"
     Laura fucked back at her husband with renewed fervor, her
untouched pussy contracting on its own in response to the signals
from her rectum.  She was cumming too!
     "OH, GOD, DON!  OH, IT'S GOOD!  SOOOOO GOOOOOOD!!!!!"
     Her new husband gasped and gave a mighty thrust into her
hotly clenching depths and his wife's wildly clutching behind
responded hungrily.
     His hot thick semen came in wave after gushing wave of
unabashed pleasure as his orgasm climbed to dizzying heights.  It
seemed as if he had never cum before.  He realized that Laura was
collapsing on the bed beneath him, her body convulsing as though
she were having an epileptic fit.  Her anal muscles were climaxing
all around his cock, milking and massaging at it as it had never
been massaged before.  Tears of delight sprung to his eyes as he
smashed his wife's moaning, twisting body beneath his, his
spending cock still deeply thrust between the gyrating cheeks of
her soft, still gently trembling buttocks.  He could feel his own
cum expanding within the tight passage of her bowels doubling back
onto his cock.
     It felt warm.
     And slippery.
     And good.

                           *    *    *

     Rick and MaryAnn slipped down from the window from which they
had witnessed the sodomizing of their mother.
     "Whew," Rick said.
     "Whew is right!" MaryAnn echoed.
     They started making their way back to Rick's room.
     "Do you think I caused all that?" MaryAnn asked.
     "Do you want to try it?" Rick asked, ignoring his sister's
compliment-fishing and slipping his hand beneath her skirt,
feeling the soft naked surface of her small rounded buttocks.
     MaryAnn shivered.
     "If you'll be gentle ..." she whispered, smiling.  She was
already thinking of her next meeting with her stepfather ... what
fun that was going to be!



                             Chapter 7

     The next day was Saturday, and fortunately for the entire
family, no one had to get up early.  Rick and his older sister lay
enveloped in each other's arms, dreams of their new exciting
adventures and discoveries rippling through their heads as they
slept.  They always kept both their doors locked now to guard
against unwanted intrusions, so they slept peacefully until the
sun came streaming in through the bedroom window.
     When MaryAnn awoke, her bottom still felt a little funny.
Her little brother had been as gentle as possible, but it had hurt
at first, all the same.  Nevertheless, she was pleased to be able
to add a new notch to the mental tote board of her womanhood.  And
as she climbed out of bed, leaving her sleepy brother, she enjoyed
the dull sensation of pain back there as she walked to the
bathroom to shower.  Things were going to beautifully.  Why, a few
months ago she had been complaining that it would be years before
she would know the complete joys of being a woman and now she knew
most all of them!
     "Almost!" she answered her reflection in the mirror.
"Almost, but not quite!"

                           *    *    *

     Laura woke up late feeling a similar dull throbbing pain
between the now bruised and tender cheeks of her naked buttocks.
She awoke to find herself in almost the same position she'd been
in the night before. She was lying sprawled on her stomach, her
legs widespread behind her.  When she looked up with a start, she
saw that her husband was still asleep, snoring loudly right next
to her.
     "God, he looks a mess!"
     Laura sat up and stretched her long slender arms, recalling
with mixed pleasure the events of the previous evening.  What had
gotten into Don, anyway? she wondered.  What had made him behave
that way?  She struggled mentally about what attitude she ought to
take with him ... should she be angry ... or more in keeping with
the lingering sensual fulfillment she was feeling, ought she to be
loving and forgiving?  After all, she thought as she rose to go
brush her teeth, he made me feel things I've never dreamed of
feeling ... perhaps this is just a broadening of our relationship.
She was still puzzled though and finally decided to play it by
ear.  She would see how her husband felt when he woke up!
Meanwhile, humming to herself, she took a quick bubble bath and
donning a blue house-dress, went out to prepare breakfast.
     She was surprised to see MaryAnn come down to breakfast, her
hair neatly brushed and wearing a well becoming dress.
     "Well, young lady ... you seem to be wearing skirts more and
more these days ... what's happening?"
     MaryAnn sat down at the table.
     "Oh ... got tired of pants ..." she replied casually.
     "I see ..."  Would she ever understand kids, Laura wondered.
"Is your brother coming out for breakfast, or don't you know?"
     "Oh, sure ... he'll be out in a minute ...  What are you
making this morning?  Eggs a la Arabian Nights?"
     "You watch your fresh tongue, young lady!" Laura retorted,
blushing a pale crimson.  "We're having French toast."
     "Oh, one of Dad's favorite dishes!" MaryAnn replied, gulping
down her orange juice.
     Laura stopped what she was doing.  Had she heard correctly?
Had her rambunctious daughter called Don "Dad" for the first time?
She decided not to say anything ... but she felt a rush of delight
that Don had finally gotten through to her ... perhaps everything
was going to be all right after all!
     MaryAnn sat watching her mother go through this series of
thoughts.  She looks good this morning, she thought, considering
what she went through last night!  She observed how her mother
bustled happily into the bedroom, temporarily suspending the first
batch of French Toast.
     "Good!" she thought gleefully.  "She's gonna get ol' Dad up!"
     Laura stood over her husband, looking tenderly down at him.
Poor dear, she thought ... he must have been out celebrating his
nice evening with the kids.  I'll just have to caution him about
drinking so much!  She bent over and kissed him gently on the
lips.
     In Don's dream, MaryAnn's legs were spread wide over him and
her juicy little pussy approached his lips, brushing them with the
delicate fuzz of her cuntal mound.  He pushed his tongue out,
reaching for the tender cleft of her baby cunt
     "Wha--what!" he woke with a start as his wife's tongue
responded to his probe.  Instantly, he was aware of everything
that had happened ... everything!  Guilt consumed him,
overwhelming him like a dark gray cloak.  He could hardly look
Laura in the eye.
     "Time for breakfast, darling," she said sweetly unaware, and
turned and swept gracefully out of the room.
     Half an hour later, after several more calls into the shower,
Don appeared at the breakfast table looking haggard and pale.  To
his horror, MaryAnn sat beaming up at him, looking absolutely
adorable in a short pink print dress.  Her brother too, sat
opposite her, staring at him curiously.  To top it all off, Laura,
who had been withholding the French toast until his arrival, began
to chatter on about how pleased she was that her "little family"
was getting on so well.
     Don groaned as he pressed his palm to his thudding forehead
and sat down.  He wasn't able to get down his first gulp of coffee
before he felt an insistent hand on his knee.  He almost sent the
hot coffee spattering across the table but caught it just in time.
     "Careful, Daddy," MaryAnn cautioned, cutting into her toast.
"You'll burn yourself!"

                           *    *    *

     That evening, Don decided to take Laura out to dinner rather
than face another family meal ... for he was convinced that from
then on his pretty stepdaughter would not miss a meal as long as
she knew he would be there.  He lay in bed listening to the sounds
of Laura getting ready in the bathroom.  Breakfast had been far
worse than he would have been able to imagine.  The worst part
being that he had found himself responding so violently to
MaryAnn's touches under the table that he thought he'd jump up and
fuck her silly right there in front of everyone!  The fact that he
could even imagine such a perverted fantasy had shaken him to the
marrow ... and now, as he lay thinking about it, he began to
wonder if he should consider consulting a psychiatrist.
     Laura came out of the bathroom wearing something frivolous
and turquoise.  She smiled at him and Don felt his stomach turn
into a tight knot of anger.  Somehow he couldn't get over the idea
that it was her fault ... if only she were more observant ...
cared more about the kids ... thought more about the important
things instead of frivolities!  God, where was her brain!  She had
always seemed an intelligent woman before they married ... but her
wits seemed to have left her the minute she said, "I do"!
     "Aren't you going to get dressed?" she asked.
     "Yes, damn it!" he growled.
     He watched tears come to her mascaraed eyes.
     "Well, if you don't want to go, darling, we don't have to.
You're the one who said ..."
     "I know ... I know ..." Don grumbled and sat up.  "Well,
don't stand there watching me like a hawk ... go out into the
living room ... watch the news while I get ready!"
     Laura turned and ran from the room and Don felt like kicking
himself.  He walked slowly toward the chest of drawers that
contained his shirts and underwear and as he was picking out fresh
clothes to wear, he heard a tapping sound.  Looking around, he
realized it was coming from the window ... and for the first time
since she'd said it, Don thought about where the kids had been
when they were watching!  Feeling trapped and panicky, he covered
his exposed genitals with a pair of shorts and dashed toward the
window.  Sure enough, there was MaryAnn, her angelic features
distorted by her pressing against the windowpane.
     "Open up!" she mouthed.
     Shaking with anger, Don threw up the window.
     "What do you want?" he almost shouted.
     "Shhhh ..." MaryAnn whispered.  "I just wanted to tell you
that I'll be in my room tonight waiting for you."
     "You must be out of your mind ..." Don blurted.
     "Don't you think we ought to discuss ... what happened?  It
doesn't matter if it's late ... you and Mom have a good time and
after ... we'll talk."  With that, she disappeared from sight and
Don heard the sound of light footsteps running back around the
other side of the house.  He stood there for a second and then
looked out the window.  Peering down at the ground he saw a worn
spot where several pairs of sneakers had stood on several
occasions.  Cursing and muttering to himself, he slammed the
window back down, resolving to have it boarded up or at least
frosted the very next day.  He hurried into his shorts, a T-shirt,
and with shaky fingers, buttoned up a shirt.  When finally he was
ready, he tried to make his harried mind a complete blank and
stepped into the living room.
     Laura was sitting in front of the TV.  He was surprised to
see that she had followed his orders to the letter.  She was
watching the news!

                           *    *    *

     Over a quiet dinner, Don tried being kind, but it took a
great effort on his part.  Everything annoyed him, from Laura's
hair to the steak.  When finally the check came, he breathed a
sigh of relief and threw fifteen dollars down on the table.  As
they drove home, he knew that Laura was unhappy, but there wasn't
much he felt he could do about it.
     At home, Laura creamed her face before her mirror and
observed her husband as he paced nervously behind her.  She was
afraid to say anything.
     "Listen, honey," Don finally said.  "I've got some thinking
to do about work ... do you mind if I go out for a while and get
some fresh air?"
     "Why, no, darling," Laura replied, pleased that at least he
had asked.  And as Don turned and walked out the door, she
wondered if when he returned that night would he be in a state
similar to the night before.  In spite of herself, a delicious
thrill passed through her loins at the thought of the submissive
torment she had suffered and enjoyed.

                           *    *    *

     When Don returned to the house, he had spent the better part
of an hour at the corner tavern, a dump that he ordinarily never
even glanced at twice.  Tonight though, it had looked appealing
and there he'd consumed several stiff drinks before he felt
himself able to return home.  He had not come up with any solution
to this problem, but had decided that it might be best to talk to
his young stepdaughter after all.  Perhaps he would be able to
reason with her, to convince her of the sheer folly of her
actions.
     He tiptoed through the living room and then through the hall
leading to the children's rooms.  His head whirling with alcohol,
he stopped in front of MaryAnn's door.  A light shone from beneath
it and he wondered if she really was still awake.  He hesitated
and then knocked lightly, wishing afterwards that he hadn't.  When
there was no answer, he turned and breathing a sigh of relief,
started down the hall.  But before he had gone two steps, a small
voice called after him.
     "... Daddy? ..."
     MaryAnn cracked the door and beckoned him inside.  With a
hollow feeling in his belly, Don went in.  It was still a little
girl's room with frills and lace and a few dolls thrown in the
corner.  Don looked around him curiously and as the door closed
behind him, his heart started beating so loud he thought sure that
she could hear it too.  She was wearing a short, babydoll outfit
that just reached the tips of her womanly shaped thighs.  Don
gasped as she passed in front of the light and he realized that he
could see her cute little pussy right through it.
     He sat down quickly on a straight backed chair trying to
avoid the bed.  MaryAnn hopped onto the bed and Don found himself
staring directly into the naked softness of his stepdaughter's
full white thighs.  MaryAnn spread them slightly, exposing the
inner pink slit of her vagina framed by sparse, beginning curls of
pubic hair.  She sat primly, but for this one glaring exception
and Don wanted to yell at her, to scream for her to close her
legs, but he was only able to stare.
     His cock was as hard as a sledge hammer and his mouth had
that cottony feeling again.  He could feel the booze racing in his
veins and sitting hard in his stomach.  God, he couldn't take his
eyes off of the zero spot between her sweet young legs.  There in
the soft light, her little cunt seemed to beckon him on as surely
as though it could speak.
     "I'm so glad you came, Daddy ..." MaryAnn said nervously.
She had been waiting for hours, only managing to stay awake by
rereading the sex manual from cover to cover.  Rick had long since
given up and gone to his room to bed.  But now it looked like it
was all going to pay off.  "Daddy" was here ... actually here in
her room with her.  She ran her tongue over her lips and then
spread her thighs a little bit wider.
     Don rose silently and approached the bed.  Grabbing the young
girl by her shoulders, he started shaking her hard, but MaryAnn
let herself go limp and when he paused for a moment, she arched
her body upward, pressing against him and putting her small
pouting lips full upon his.
     Her kiss raced through him crazily and his belly and loins
flamed up along with his jerking cock.  The frantic words he'd
been about to speak were lost somewhere in space and nothing more
existed but the child whose kiss enraptured his very soul.  Slowly
she pulled herself backwards, pulling her stepfather along with
her until she was lying flat on her back and he was half sitting,
half lying upon her, his legs swinging off the bed, his torso
crushing down on hers.  Realizing what was happening, he struggled
to right himself, pulling away from her clinging, youthful form.
Her long fingers moved along his arm as dazed, he sat looking down
at her.  High-tension lines of electricity seemed strung from his
body to hers as he heard her say:
     "Don't you want to fuck me?" she asked and without waiting
for an answer pushed him back slightly.
     "Look," she offered, lifting her nylon gown and showing him
the snug little mouth of her trembling pussy.  She brushed the
little lips of flesh open on each side, exposing the pink inner
aperture to his wondering stare.  Inside, her nimble fingers
insinuated themselves, sliding over the tenderest areas.
     Don gasped as he viewed the incredible sight of his
stepdaughter's lovely light brown hair-lined pussy.  He felt as
though he were strangling.
     "Daddy ..." MaryAnn moaned as her fingers toyed with her own
swollen clitoris.  "... please, Daddy ... please..."
     Don gulped and began ripping off his clothes, throwing them
in a crumpled heap beside the bed.  A voice echoed in his head as
he unclothed.
     Don't do it ... don't do it ...
     But it went unheeded as Don's eyes remained glued to the
young girl's widespread gemlike genitals.  She was moaning now and
urging him to hurry and he was lost in the utter beauty of her
voluptuous little body.  He sat back on the bed, his cock hard and
hot and heavy in its upright position.  Quickly, he removed her
nightgown up over her head, and in an instant, she was nude on the
bed before him.
     At the sight of her creamy nakedness, her gentle upcurved
breasts, the tiny waist that gave onto fine delicate hips and
thighs, and in between, the working fingers of her own hand
manipulating the open wound of her tiny pussy ... Don knew he was
going to fuck her!  There was no question about it.  He HAD to
fuck her.
     MaryAnn's desire-filled eyes looked downward toward her
stepfather's belly and there she saw the full huge looming hulk of
his member, red and angry looking, piercing skyward.
     "Oh!" she said, reaching her hand down to touch it.  "It's so
big!  So big!"
     Don was sweating.  She was touching his cock, her small hand
encircling it slowly.
     "Have you ..." he started.  "I mean, have you ever ..."
     "Oh, yes ... yes..." MaryAnn assured him, "... now hurry,
please ... hurry ..."
     Don pushed his hands down beneath her, and climbing onto the
bed, kneeled between the spread legs.  The closer he got to her,
the more beautiful she became.  Dizzy, he hung over her, his cock
hanging in mid-air ... then he crushed down onto her body,
smashing his mouth onto hers, feeling her smallness squirm
impatiently beneath his weight.  He was ravenously hungry for her
as she moved tightly up beneath him, her arms hugging round his
back, her flat naked little belly snuggling against the rock-hard
spear of his penis.  Moving downward and panting hard, he let the
tip of his aching cock slide into the velvety moisture of her
tight little vaginal slit, rubbing it up and down along the short
length of it, the enormous mass of his thick pole spreading the
baby cunt lips far apart.
     The friction was unbelievable!  MaryAnn moaned and groaned
beneath her stepfather's heavy weight, gasping with delight as she
felt the increasing heat in her nubile cunt.  Her hips began a
steady rotating motion while her legs slid out sideways and then
suddenly jerked up and clutched around his muscular back.
     "Oh, Daddy ... daddy ... I'm ready ... oh, I'm ready for you
..."
     Don's heavy cock was resting hard against her nimble body,
and now he let it press up against the narrow aperture of her
tender pussy.  It was just too much for him to take ... he
couldn't take it any more.  He wedged his hand down between their
tightly pressed bodies, circling his own throbbing cock.  His
finger measured the tiny opening of the petite girl's vagina.
     "God!" he thought.  "I'll never fit!"
     "Oh, dear Daddy ... please hurry ... hurry!"
     Don groaned as he felt her tiny cunt move eagerly up and down
on his bloated prick.  He felt her spreading her thighs apart as
far as she possibly could until he thought she might split in two
from the pressure.
     "It's okay if it hurts a little, Daddy ... hurry!" MaryAnn
whimpered fearfully even though her words were brave as she felt
her stepfather's penis was much, much bigger than her brother's.
Yet, she couldn't allow herself the thought that it might not go
in.  It had to.  It just had to.  She strained up against the
older man's body, feeling him start to tense against her.  The
tender lips around her throbbing vagina resisted the enormous
instrument for a moment and then suddenly, something gave way,
bringing on pain so enormous that MaryAnn's beautiful young face
turned into the pillow and through her contorted features let out
a long low wail.
     Agonized by the torture MaryAnn was going through, Don
stopped all movement, holding perfectly still until he was sure
she was all right, only to hear her whisper through clenched
teeth: "Don't stop, daddy ... don't stop now ..."
     Maddened by her words, Don surged forward again.  This time,
his stepdaughter's minuscule pussy lips spread even further to
accommodate his splitting ramrod.
     "Ooooohhhh ... nnnnnnnggggggggg ... AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
     Despite her efforts not to cry out, MaryAnn couldn't help
herself.  She had never felt such pain.  She gasped for breath.
     "Oh, honey ... oh, I'm sorry, baby!" Don crooned at her, but
the guilt he felt did not erase the ever-growing lust in his
aching loins.  Still, he pushed gently against the warm velvet of
her unbelievable tight cuntal channel.  Unexpectedly, the huge
blood filled head was making progress into her naked flesh.  His
long thick penis slipped forward bit by bit feeling her moist,
quivering furrow squeeze against it.  His heavy veined member was
being inundated by the tight snugness of her exquisite young cunt.
     "Oooohhhhh ... OOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!  OH GOD!!" she cried out,
over and over again.  Even though he was inside her, almost
halfway in, her tiny pussy still felt as though it had been ripped
to shreds and she had wanted this so.  Automatically, she tried to
hide her pain while her stepdad lay unmoving upon her.
     And then, with one massive thrust, the full length of his
massive prick thundered the remaining distance to her waiting

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wonder-world of lust.  She was nothing but one big cunt ... and
Don was one big cock ... together they could do anything!
Gradually she became aware of an added sensation.  Something
crawling along her thigh.  Fingers moved slowly upward along the
gauzy material of her pants ... they teased at the junction of her
legs, at the sprinkling of pubic hair that grazed her upper
thighs, and as she ground her exposed vaginal slit backwards onto
her husband's raging cock, her pelvis rotated hard against the
fingers, making them slip against the passion-moistened mound of
her pussy.  A warm flood of fluids surrounded Don's thick pole,
and now this strange and new invasion from the front served to
increase her desire.
     Her startled clitoris jumped about, hoping for renewed
contact with the fingers, and then in answer to her silent
thoughts, a hand was slipping beneath the elastic of her harem
pants, pulling them downward, exposing the front of her belly, her
pussy ... whereas the back was already exposed by the gaping hole
rent by her husband's impatient cock.
     Rick's fingers worked firmly at his mother's excitedly
slippery cunt now, separating the soft hair-lined flesh that
surrounded the wet slit between.  He watched her close her eyes
tightly and let the rolling sensations of pleasure course through
her tingling body.
     "Oh ... AAAAAA ... oh, oh, oh!" she began to chant as the
dual manipulations started a double triggering spark inside her
womb.  Then she was gasping in surprise.  The cock was gone ...
gone from her aching cunt, leaving it open and bare, leaving it
alone and unwanted.  Desperately, she clawed behind her.  "OH!
Please, PLEASE!"  But Don slid his cock down and back until it
reached the hidden entrance of his wife's tightly puckered anus.
His hands guided his cock toward it, and then the large head began
its attempt to bore inside the tiny hairless opening.  Once well-
aimed, he grasped his wife firmly around the breasts against him
and ground his pelvis upward.
     "NNNNNNNNGH!  AAARRGH!" she cried.
     Don felt it slowly slipping in ... it was easier now that he
had stretched it several times before.  His cock was being
unmercifully manipulated by Laura's tight rectal sphincter.  He
rolled over so that he was on his back and she was lying out flat
on her back on his stomach, speared from behind by his prick in
her anus.
     After conferring with his sister from his position midway
upon the couch, Rick, trembling like the child he was, climbed up.
His knees slid between his mother's widespread and flailing legs,
and he gazed mesmerized at her beauty.  Her eyes were still
tightly closed as she responded to the ecstatic ravagement of her
anal channel.  Her hair fell in delightful black curls that framed
her lovely features.  Images of such joy and love filled him that
he thought he might burst with pride and longing.  His young cock
ached for her, trembled in his hands as his eyes swept over her
partially exposed figure, gyrating lewdly beneath him.
     "OH, GOD; SHE'S BEAUTIFUL!"
     He could smell the sweet pungent odor of her aroused and
naked vagina rising to meet his nostrils as he hesitated above
her.  Her lovely pussy seemed to be calling out to him, and his
cock wavered forward as if drawn by a magnet.
     OH, MOM," he groaned, "OH, MOM!"
     Then with infinite care, the head of his thick thirteen-year-
old cock was suddenly touching at the softness of his mother's
black hair-fringed cunt lips.  Wetness surrounded the excitedly
twitching tip.  He could see her belly white and glistening above
the black triangular "vee" of her pussy ... see the red interior
of her cunt ... see everything as his cock slid miraculously and
wonderfully into her trembling orifice!
     Slithering upward, his cock was met by a tight incredible
friction ... his father's penis, ramming up into his mother's
rectum from below ... just a thin fleshy partition away!
     He was soaring ... flying up into her, his head in the clouds
somewhere, but with his hardened young cock, buried deep within
the velvet snugness of his mother's passionate cunt!  His rigid
penis surged inward making his mother like a wild woman beneath
him.  He clung onto her firm, full breasts to keep from falling
off, his belly pressing hard into hers while she writhed
uncontrollably beneath him, bucking upward at each thrust of her
husband's cock behind her, and downward when Rick pushed forward!
     Rick thought he might die right there on top of her.  Never
had any boy been so blessed, he thought as to fuck such a
wonderful mother!  Tears streamed down both their faces, as Rick
sobbed, watching her become delirious, slipping into a far distant
world of blissful eroticism.
     "UUUUUU ... AAAAA!" Laura groaned, her body turning
voluptuously from side to side, her back arching upward, her
tender genitals jerking spasmodically at the long smooth strokes
that filled both her rectum and her aching pussy.
     "OH, MOTHER!  OH, MOM!" Rick shouted.  He wanted her to open
her eyes ... to acknowledge that it was he fucking her, his cock
making her cry out with such pleasure.  Falling upon her, her
breasts bumping up against his small boy's chest, he kissed her
passionately on the mouth, his penis burrowing to the farthest
height it could attain in her streaming cunt.
     Laura was dimly aware that her son was calling her name.
Awareness reached her, dimly, and opening her eyes, she saw him
through a blurry haze.  Her own darling baby boy clinging to her
naked flesh, his driving penis sinking blissfully into her open
cunt.
     "OH, GOD... IT CAN'T BE!  IT JUST CAN'T BE!" she cried before
the gigantic climax struck.  Her son's penis flexed hard against
her cervix, and her husband rammed simultaneously high into her
tormented bowels.  She groaned as the lightening struck, closing
her eyes again and keening, "YES ... LITTLE RICKIE!  OH, YES, my
baby!!!  Fuck your Mother!  MAKE ME CUM ... OH I'M CUMMING RIGHT
NOW ... RIIIIIIIIGHT NOOOOOOOWWWWW!"
     Rick didn't know how many times he fucked his mother, or how
many times she screamed out for mercy beneath his wonderfully
potent penis.
     It seemed hours ... maybe days later that they were all
rolling nakedly about on the floor, his mother frantically sucking
at his jerking cock, while her own daughter sucked blissfully upon
her pink-flanged pussy ... MaryAnn herself feeling her tiny cunt
being restretched from behind to its ultimate proportions by her
stepfather's enormous cock.
     MaryAnn's excited cries rebounded through the room joined by
the moans of her parents and her brother, and soon they were all
whining and wailing together as the ragged edges of Laura's pussy
were wedged together with those of her daughter while Don and Rick
took long satisfying turns at fucking them from behind, plowing
deep into their tenderly entwined cunts.
     Laura looked at them all and thought, "Oh, God, I'm happy!
Oh, how I love you all!"  Again and again she opened her legs wide
to accept her son's white gushing semen, and each time she seemed
to feel a greater desire for him.  Willingly, she tried position
after position, showing him everything she knew, and learning a
few new things herself.  Don watched them with a perpetual smile,
while MaryAnn pumped her fourteen-year-old loins lewdly up and
down upon his inflated cock.
     From time to time, Laura would take her son's tired young
cock in her mouth, soothing it into a lulling state of sensual
suspension until they both felt rested enough to start again.
Nothing seemed wrong or alien to her now, and even as the effects
of the drug wore off, she began to feel an inner peace she'd never
known ... as though she'd been waiting for this to happen all of
her life.
     Toward morning, she led Rick into the bathroom with her, and
while there, allowed him to wash her curvaceous skin in the big
tub, and once he'd finished, she pulled him into the water with
her, and hungrily spread her legs beneath the warm liquid while
his slender penis filled her convulsing pussy and his arms wound
lovingly around her graceful neck.
     In the living room in the sixty-nine position, MaryAnn slid
her arms beneath her new father's buttocks, and opening her red
lips wide, began to nibble at the base of his hardened man-sized
cock, flicking her tongue up and down the long throbbing s h a f
t. "MMMMMMMMMMMMM!  OOOOOOOH!  She cried, as Don reciprocated by
shooting his tongue high into her baby-tight vagina, where it lay
pulsing hungrily above his face.
     "OH, DADDY, DADDY!" she sighed at the wet contact of his
tongue.  New thrills of lust sparked through her pubescent body,
as suddenly she giggled, and lifting her mouth from his glistening
cock, murmured, "But Daddy, darling ... you never did teach us
about the facts of life!"
     Without waiting for a reply, she let her mouth fall upon the
rock-hardness of her father's penis, swallowing it to the hilt.
Don groaned and gave himself up to the delightful decadence of his
new family as in the distance he could hear his wife screaming out
yet another climax beneath the wildly pounding body of her son ...
     "God, what a night," flickered crazily through his dazed mind
...



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