nd afterwards reward her with dinner out at some very expensive place.

Ginger's 32-year old brother, Roger, was experiencing a similar sex-starved situation since his bitter and expensive divorce and his wife Ruth's remarriage. He lost the house and his kids in the divorce, and for the past few months he and Ginger had been celibately living together in her spare bedroom with her two children, sharing the kitchen, TV, and living room. Unbeknownst to the other, in the privacy of their respective bedrooms, both Roger and Ginger resorted to frequent bouts of self-abuse.

Roger had taken to renting XXXX porno movies, which he played in his bedroom with the door closed and the volume turned way down, so that Ginger would think he was asleep. When the hour arrived for Ginger to retire for the night, Roger would slip off his robe and stand naked facing the TV and a floor-to-ceiling mirror. Some nights he could get his balls off two or three times before giving in to the sleep fairy and a night of turning and tossing. His regular morning erections made a tent out of his top sheet.

Little did he know at the time that Ginger had sneaked one of his erotic movies to the TV in her room and spent hours massaging her firm boobs, fingering her juicy twat, and sucking her tasty cunt flavored fingers. This particular cassette showed explicit sexual frivolities between actors posing to be brothers and sisters, interspersed with scenes displaying daughters fucking and sucking off their fathers and sons fucking and going down on their mothers' pussies.

The next morning, Roger missed one of the TV movies, which were due to be exchanged at the rental place for others. He didn't want to broach the subject with Ginger, so he waited until she was in the shower to retrieve it. He was searching in her room, dressed only in his jockey shorts. Fresh from her shower, she was surprised to find him in her bedroom. Ginger walked in with with only a towel wrapped around her waist, with her ivory breasts perky and bare. She said, without any embarrassment whatsoever, that she had sneaked the cassette and had played it over and over more than three times while diddling her cunt and fingering her asshole.

"Roger, you may disagree, but I really don't see anything wrong with mature adults enjoying each other's bodies. If you and I were doing it like the actors in these cassettes, think of the money you could save on the rentals, and you'd certainly get a fuck more satisfying than your hand jobs. My dead husband had been a man of the world before we married, but he always told me that I was the greatest cock sucker and the best fuck he'd ever had."

"Don't stand there in your jockeys and tell me that you are not interested in my ass. I'd have to be blind not to have noticed the rise in your pants whenever you see me in my string bikini or my shorty bathrobe, you know the one that exposes my buns and my cunt from behind whenever I bend over. I do this for your benefit quite a few times every day just to see if you can still fog a mirror."

"A few gray hairs on my head haven't diminished my appetite for sucking cock and regularly getting a good fuck. I dearly loved to suck Jerry's cock for the delicious juice which he squirted from his hairy balls, and, after watching these sex movies, I have even imagined your cock juice surging past my tonsils. I haven't seen you naked since you were 12 years old, but the bundle you are showing off right now in your jockey shorts before my naked tits is very impressive. Roger, I want you to let me suck your cock and for you to fuck me now."

"Listen, Ginger, we are both mature and responsible adults, but we simply have to draw the line at brother-sister sex. Not only does the good book say that it is wrong, but the law in this state makes it a crime for which you and I can both go to jail. Your boobs and ass certainly look good in your thong swim suit, and your pussy is probably the sweetest thing for munching on that a girl can have between her legs, but we must put temptation down. Just between you and me, however, except for our close family relationship, I'd love to do right now with you everything those actors in the porno video did to each other. I salivate and my cock actually dribbles when I think of sucking and taking nourishment from your cunt. The cheeks of your ass enthrall me with the mystery of what you have in the valley between them."

"But, Roger, the kids are gone to summer camp for two weeks, and no one can possibly know what we do in complete privacy. This brother-sister thing isn't going to keep me from getting a great fuck. Your mind can hold back, but I can tell the way your cock is bulging right now that it doesn't seem to have much of a conscience, and I guarantee that it will feel better in my cunt than if you just jerked it off. Your five-finger cock massages don't do me a bit of good, and all that ball cream is just wasted. When I do the laundry, I see the dried hard spots on your sheets."

Ginger was quick to reply, "We are going to do it right now, even if I have to rape you. After we do it, if you are still bugged by this old-fashioned superstition about brothers and sisters not fucking each other, I promise that I'll put on my ankle length nun's garb and never display my ass to you again. Otherwise, if you choose, we can fuck each other's brains out for the next two weeks, while the children are away." At which point Ginger dropped her towel exposing her freshly smooth shaven mound and douched cunt and pulled Roger's jockies to his ankles. Her eyes sparkled as she saw his giant balls and his erect cock spring to attention as if on command.

"Let's not resist nature's demands any longer, Roger," Ginger, told him after a sensuous French kiss. His hands on her breasts triggered the flow of her vaginal juices, as she lovingly caressed his genitals while sucking his nipples. I have been waiting for you to fuck me much too long, and I can see by my handful of your goodies that you are as ready for action as I am."

Roger's cock in a flag-pole erection looked proud, and Ginger gasped as she looked at its magnificent plum-like head. She nearly orgasmed just thinking of how good it was going to feel in her hot, churning twat after a decent amount of his cunt lapping. As she caressed his meat, Roger fondled her tits, telling her what lovely knockers she had. Then he took her in his arms, and while they kissed, he rubbed his hands down her back to feel her ass cheeks and fingered into her smooth ass crack. Ginger loved the way he cuddled her and the way his pre-cum dripping rod poked against her belly button.

As their kiss ended, Roger stepped back, staring at his sister's lovely tits, flat belly, and pristine ass. While Ginger awaited with sexual desire, she felt happy with the appearance of her body, more proud than nervous at baring it to her very own brother. He had certainly been as sex starved as she. "I still can't believe that tits can be so beautiful, so big, so firm." He held one in each hand as he kissed and fondled them and their blooming erect nipples.

"Ginger, sister, you may wonder if I am ever going to get around to fucking you, but first I'm going to suck your gorgeous nipples, and I'm also going to eat your sweet pussy and make you cum with my tongue in your slit, you are going to be my original low-calorie breakfast, but to hell with the calories anyway. I've waited months for this and you are also going to get licked, kissed, and sucked a lot of other places as well. Big sister, you had to talk me into this, but now I'm going to drive you crazy, you are going to forget that I am your little brother with the 12-year old cock that you remembered all these years."

"After you have done all of that, Roger, and made me cum many times, I'll beg you to fuck me rough and hard with the cock that I feel poking my belly button and dripping on my belly. It can't help but be the greatest fuck ever when it's inside my hot cunt that you will have made it the juiciest it has ever been. As your nuts slap against me, I'll pretend that you are superman, but, of course, without the cape, and that it will last forever. If I cross my legs I can pin your cock in my love hole and make you my fucking prisoner."

"My sweet loving brother, if it will help you to forget that I'm your sister, you can call be Susy Slut or just some cheap, low-down common street whore. That way when we fuck, you won't be able to hold any of your cum back, and I want it all. While you are living here, I never want you to shoot off again without me being on the receiving end. Now you do really and truly want to fuck me don't you, Roger?"

"My silly, sister, be my private whore. You can get your answer by just shaking hands with my cock and imagine it buried in your slit rubbing your clit," Roger told her. Then they were kissing mouth to mouth again and her breasts were pressed against his hairy chest. His hands clutched her firm ass as they shared saliva.

Ginger was sighing loudly as Roger sucked and caressed her tits. While he sucked one of her luscious twin globes, he cupped them both. This drove her further into ecstasy. She then felt one of his hands slipping down to her belly, and she invitingly spread her legs wide for his probing. Roger's fingers traipsed the path right down to her shaven pube, and he felt the moist warmth of her cunt. His palm and fingers thrilled her as he continued to suck her nipples, back and forth like a windshield wiper, going back and forth, back and forth. "Roger, my cunt is so hot and juicy for you," Ginger said.

"I was just about to go down there for closer inspection, if you think you can stand a giant tongue licking cum." Ginger gasped as his face went into her crotch. As he licked and kissed her inner thighs and pussy lips, Roger slipped his hands under the cheeks of her ass. He fondled her cheeks, but kept on sucking and slurping in her crotch, making her twist and squirm for joy. Her body trembled in an orgasm that was as explosive as any she had ever known. "Oh, Roger," she sighed, "you must be a magician with that snake-like tongue."

Then Ginger turned over and lay face down as Roger's hands went to the gorgeous cheeks of her ass. When he kissed and licked the bare skin around her upper crack, Ginger nearly came again. It had been so long since her husband, Jerry, had kissed her there so tenderly, and she had missed it more than she knew. Before taking his mouth away, he licked the top of her crack and flooded it with saliva. From time to time, he would leave her butt cheeks and his hands would pull them apart; then he was between the delectable cheeks with his tongue and he was licking down where the sun don't shine. The tip of his tongue tickled her bung, and she quivered as he lapped her sweet bud, the length of his tongue exploring her innards.

"Now my demure big sister, Would you like me to get your hot twat ready for another cum? When she answered "Yes" by simply nodding her head, she turned over and bent her knees, moving her legs wide apart, he stared into her crotch where he saw a cunt that was truly inviting more loving attention. "Sis, why didn't you tell me about your beautiful cunt? It truly is a work of art." He parted the cunt lips, stroking gently between them with his saliva moistened fingers. He fingered her slit and felt her twinge. While he rubbed over her flat stomach and shaven pubes, Roger went on fingering her twat. When he found her clit, her body jerked spasmodically. She quivered uncontrollably as an almost unbearable orgasm grasped her from her tingling scalp to the tip of her toes.

He calmly pressed his hand on her cunt and held it there until her orgasm weakened and then passed. Roger began kissing her inner upper thighs as she prayed that his mouth would again find its way to her cunt for more muff-diving. It certainly would not take much lapping to get her off once again.. He worked slowly, and then she felt his moist breath on her crotch. Ginger expectantly waited for him to get her pussy in his mouth. She felt a tongue licking kiss on her gash, and then he was sucking the lips of her box. Ginger knew she was about to take off again with another super orgasm. As Roger sucked her cunt and fingered her bung, she just couldn't believe that the two of them could produce such out-of-this-world sensations. It certainly could never be that good again. But Ginger was not prepared for the thrill when his tongue came into play and he began rough tonguing her open gash, with the length of his tongue in her sweet pussy.

His tongue continued to probe deeply inside her snatch, and Ginger told herself that her very own brother's tongue must certainly be the world champion cunt-lapping tool. Roger shifted his position slightly, and Ginger's yelp filled the room as he tongued and sucked her erect clit. Ginger feared her cries would be heard by her neighbors who might call 911. But she didn't care about anything except what magic Roger was working on and in her cunt, as he licked on and on until her climax struck again and again.

Her expectations about the magnitude of the cum were not in any way disappointing. While basking in bedroom heaven, Ginger kept Roger's face trapped in her crotch licking and slurping away. Later, when he raised his cunt-juiced face from her wet crotch, he read all her thoughts. "My God, Roger my darling, it must be time to do something about your beautiful cock. It's been hard for such a long time. Don't you think it deserves to soak in my cunt and shoot off, filling me with your cream?" "Bless you, big sister, for mentioning my erection problem. It would certainly feel a whole lot better buried in that sweet cunt of yours all the way to the hilt. Do you feel able to take my stiff prick all the way to my balls?"

"Roger, my pussy feels wet enough to take in both your cock and your balls. Fuck me, little brother. Fuck me and shoot all your cream into me and make my box even juicier than you have already have. I'm soaked now with my pussy juice, but I want to be wet with your cream." Reaching between her legs, Roger patted and rubbed her wet twat and fingered her asshole. Then he used the tip of a finger to follow the wet trail down between the lower slopes of her butt cheeks. For a little while, he played in her wet crack; then she saw him hovering over her with his erect cock. She welcomed his body onto hers, his cock into her cunt for her first fuck since her late husband died. Brother fucking sister, crime or no crime, incest or not, she vowed to do this as many times during the next two weeks as they could.

"Sister, your body is so beautiful, your cunt so sweet, and I'll simply never be able to get enough of it" he told her as he poised between her legs and gazed down at her, "but right now you are especially beautiful because we have both been so sex starved. What a fuck this is going to be. But I'm so heavy with built up cream in my balls that I don't know whether I can do much fucking before I cum. I'll try to make it so that you can have another blast off with my cock nesting deep in your box and my nuts resting in your crotch. If we miss cumming together this time, better luck next time, and, believe me, you sweet cunt, there are going to be a lot of next times." "I don't know if I can stand yet another cum without it knocking me dead," Ginger told him,"but I don't care if it does. I can't think of a better way to go than death in the saddle."

Ginger felt his cock probing her twat. When it found the opening to its genital target, the cockhead rubbed her gash for a tantalizingly few seconds; he slowly pushed it between his sister's soft vaginal lips and slowly worked it up in a series of short gentle strokes in and out teasingly, until he was up to his balls in her sopping wet hole. She told him that it felt so good she would never release his cock and that he would have to serve a life sentence without possibility of parole lying on her body with his pecker buried in her pussy.

For some time, he just laid lightly on her supported by his elbows, letting his cock adjust to the hot and tight surroundings of her box. Ginger felt his cock throbbing in the tight warmth of her juicy cunt, something she had not had in years. He intended to finish her off with a slow and tender fuck. But when he tried to get his weight off her, she wouldn't let him go. "I want you to fuck me hard, brother. I want to know that I'm getting fucked. Feed me your meat like a real brute. The next time you can be gentle, but now I want you to make me know that I'm getting a real fuck." Since it was the way she wanted it, he decided to really ride her like a bare-back old-west rough rider. He was heavy on her and he rode her roughly, his cock stabbing and jabbing strongly, causing her ass to squirm on her satin sheets. This was one rough fuck that they both would recall fondly for years.

Roger knew that he couldn't last very long, and he felt that Ginger was almost ready to be triggered off with another orgasm. Her baby blue eyes confirmed her near readiness, and she begged him to fuck her harder. "Give it to me deeper, cowboy." Roger waited until he thought Ginger to be just about ready, then he took his weight off her body. When he started pulling his cock in and out of Ginger again, he did it slowly, Ginger telling him that she had never been fucked like this before. He surprised himself by making it last longer than he thought possible. When his balls flashed and told him that it was time for serious business, he lowered his body onto her again and gave her a few more long strokes, firing his hot cream into the sweetest cunt he had ever eaten. "Yes, little brother, yes, keep it coming. I want every last drop." Spurt after spurt lubricated her hole. "Give it to me, Roger. Shoot it in my cunt," until he was finished squirting.

They lay in each other's arms for a little while, kissing, resting, and cuddling. Not a word was spoken. Then they got up showered together, and stayed naked for a belated breakfast. Ginger made coffee and toast. Roger poured the orange juice. Roger said, "Ginger, my beloved and most talented older sister, if you are as good at sucking my cock as I was in sucking your pussy and licking your asshole, we can just take the rest of the day off and enjoy our new found joy."

Her response was a kiss on the mouth, as Ginger's bare ass squirmed on his naked lap. What do you think her answer was?

you! Oh, Patrick, I am so sorry! I love you and Amy so much, and I have screwed up so bad. I have lied to you so much, and now I am going to die and never see you two again!" She was openly sobbing now. "I want to see you so badly again, I love you two so much! And I can't, because they are coming to kill me and I can't stop them. I'm so sorry! Please forgive me and take good care of Amy and Katie!" She dissolved into sobs.

I was terrified. Victoria doesn't panic, and doesn't cry. I couldn't imagine what could be happening that she could not handle. I did two things at once. First, I screamed in my mind.

'KATIE! AMY!' If they were listening with their ears, they would have been deafened.

'Daddy?' Amy.

'What is it, Daddy?' Katie. Thank God! I wasn't sure this would work.

Meanwhile, I was trying to talk to Victoria.

"Victoria, tell me what is the matter? Where are you, honey?"

"Oh, God, I am locked in an abandoned warehouse. I can't get out. They are going to burn it down around me. Oh, God, I love you so much! I wanted for so long to die when I was younger, and now I have you, Amy and Katie, and I don't want to die anymore! Now I'm going to die because I'm stupid! I'm so sorry! They've hurt me so bad, done so much to me, and now they are going to kill me! Tell Amy I'm sorry!

'Katie! Can you hook up with Victoria? She's in trouble!' I yelled in my mind.

'Already got her, sir. What do you need? All you have to do is ask, sir.'

'Can you tell where she is?'

'635 Wharf Street, San Francisco

, sir. She is in an abandoned warehouse. The warehouse is filled with gas fumes and gas is soaked everywhere. They have done really bad things to her, sir, ' Katie responded sadly.

I wondered what was going on with the 'sir' stuff, but I would worry about it later.

Meanwhile, I was trying to calm Victoria down. She was full blown hysterical. Something was seriously wrong to get her like this.

"Victoria, honey, calm down for me, ok? Is anyone there with you now? Exactly where are you?" I tried to sound calm and reassuring, even though I was dying inside.

"I'm locked in a room in the warehouse. There is gas everywhere. They said they were coming back to burn me alive. Please don't let Amy know how I died!" She begged. "Oh, God, I don't deserve to live with what I've done!" She sobbed.

Meanwhile, I was talking to the girls in my mind at the same time.

'Katie. I don't have time for the phones. Can you hook into Captain Jensen's mind?'

'I don't know him. I have no frame of reference to find him, sir," Katie replied.

'I know him!' Amy yelled. 'Katie, hook me in to him. Your connections are stronger. Daddy, you take care of Mommy. I will handle this.'

'I have to let you know what instructions to give him, Amy, ' I reminded her.

'If I need your help, I'll holler, ' she assured me.

Meanwhile, I had to calm Victoria down. I decided to try shock treatment.

"VICKIE! CALM DOWN AND LISTEN TO ME!"

Miraculously, it worked. She was quiet for a second, and then said calmly, with only a trace of hysteria in her voice, "Ok, talk to me."

"Sweetheart, I'm going to get the police there, just hang on."

"It's too late," she half sobbed. "I'm going to die!"

"Ok, so you're going to die. I don't want my last conversation with you to be this way. Tell me how much you love Amy. Tell me how much you love me. What do you want to do tonight? Tell me what you have always wanted to do that we haven't done yet. Talk to me, sweetheart." It worked! She began to calmly talk to me.

'Daddy! I have Captain Jensen. You can hear both of us, but he will not be able to hear you, ' Amy notified me.

'Captain Jensen, sir. This is Amy Phillips. This is an emergency. Victoria is in critical trouble. Please do not waste time asking me how I am talking to you. I am in contact with my Dad. Do I need to give you authorization codes, sir?'

'No, Amy. Tell me what you need.' Apparently, he remembered her.

'Ok, Amy, tell him... ‘I stopped and listened as I heard Amy begin to talk to Captain Jensen without even waiting for my instructions.

'Sir, I need you to scramble Angels 1 and Angels 2 immediately with full air-to-air capability. Twenty miles north and south of I heard her talk on the side to Katie. 'Katie, the airlines! Take down the air traffic control computers. Ground everything. All flights already in the air reroute to Los Angeles immediately! Send the reroute commands directly to their onboard computers. It's faster that way. We'll clean up the mess later. Get them out of there! Clear out at least 20 miles in all directions!' Then she continued with Captain Jensen. 'Scramble Extraction 1 and Support 1 immediately to that address. Be advised that there are massive explosive fumes and liquids in the area. Use only no flash weapons. Get Angels 3 up as soon as possible with a full load of air-to-surface missiles. Scramble Firebird 1 and Firebird 2 for close in support to the same location. Nothing except Victoria Phillips and your men come out of that warehouse alive, sir. As soon as she is out of the area, I want that warehouse to be a hole in the ground. You have less than five minutes to extract her.' I heard Katie give her an airlines report. 'As of now, Captain, you have total control of the skies over San Francisco. If anything approaches closer than 10 miles to that warehouse, shoot it down. You have authorization for all weapons short of nuclear. Do you need me to shut up so you can get all this done, sir?' I listened to her, stunned. How did she know all of this?

Captain Jensen chuckled. 'No, Amy, all those units except Angels 3 were already scrambled. When our tail on Victoria lost contact, we scrambled them as a precaution. Extraction 1 is less than two minutes from the building now. We will have her in a few minutes.'

As all this was going on, I was continuing to keep Victoria occupied. She was calm now, probably because she knew she was going to die.

"Victoria, the police will be there in five minutes or less. Can you hold out that long, sweetheart?" I was so scared for her.

"I'll try, Patrick. The fumes are getting really bad. They will be back any minute. Once they light this building, there will be no chance. I'm sorry, Patrick. I wanted to grow old with you. Oh, shit. Someone is here! Goodbye, sweetheart, I love you." I listened in shock as her cell phone went dead. There was just silence. I sat there stunned. My mind couldn't even grasp the concept of losing Victoria. I understood perfectly Amy's wail now when she knew Cindi was dead. "Oh god, Daddy, what am I going to do now?" Then I heard Captain Jensen.

'We have her, Amy. She is alive. She has some injuries, and I don't know what all they have done to her, but she will live. Tell your Dad.'

I don't know if he said anything else or not. Between Amy and Katie's screaming for joy in my head, and my own dizziness, I couldn't hear. Then he continued.

'Amy, the warehouse is gone. It's a spectacular fire. We are moving out of the area before the police show up. We killed ten of the enemy, and captured one alive. I thought that maybe Patrick might want to say hi to him. Where do you want him and Victoria?' I finally found my 'voice'.

'Amy, have him get Victoria here on the fastest jet he can get. I want a fully armed fighter escort for her jet. I want her here yesterday. Get that scumbag here on a different jet, fast, well guarded. I do indeed want to pay him my respects.'

Amy passed that on. Then I heard her final conversation with Captain Jensen.

'It was a pleasure talking to you again, sir. Please accept my apology for my behavior last time we talked. You are a good man, Paul.'

He laughed. 'I would be delighted to work with you anytime, sweetheart. You are a delightful young lady. Don't you think Paul is a little informal, though?' He teased her.

'Normally, yes, I would. But in this case, no, since I know who you really are.' Amy giggled.

There was a long silence.

'Let's just save that conversation for another time, shall we, young lady, ' he stated sternly.

'Yes, sir! Anything you say, sir!' I could picture Amy saluting to him. I heard him chuckle. I smiled. Smart-ass teenager genius. How I loved them!

By this time, Amy and Katie were walking in the door. They had arranged for Rebecca's mother to bring them home. They ran up to me and hugged me fiercely. I couldn't tell which one of them was crying, but my shirt was wet. Hell, it could have been me.

I don't know what Captain Jensen got for a plane, but Victoria arrived 70 minutes later at our house, in a fully equipped ambulance, with an entire medical crew taking care of her. We set them up in our bedroom. Victoria was unconscious. I went out to talk to the doctors.

"How is she?" I asked.

"Patrick Phillips, I assume? I am so delighted to finally meet you, sir. She will live. She has some relatively minor internal injuries, and a few bruises and scrapes. Two broken ribs. Some minor temporary lung problems from the fumes. I have her sedated right now to give her a chance to rest and heal. Frankly, sir, I am more concerned with her mental condition. She... well, sir, it seems she was used rather extensively... shall we say sexually?" I closed my eyes for a second. Amy was standing next to me. When I opened them again, I saw her face had turned white. Then I saw her eyes. Flat, devoid of expression, empty. She looked at my eyes, and nodded slightly. I'm sure mine looked the same. Amy turned to Captain Jensen.

"Where is our guest?" She asked sweetly. Captain Jensen led her into the room where he was being held, as I followed. She turned to me.

"Let me try interrogating him first, sir. Sometimes a pretty girl with a soft touch can get much farther than a man." I should have been suspicious, with the eyes and calling me sir. But I was worried about Victoria, disgusted with what they may have done, and frankly didn't really care what happened to him as long as I got the information I needed.

Amy walked towards the suspect, smiling sweetly. I wondered what a soft touch entailed. Then I found out. As she was looking at me, smiling and talking, she suddenly moved faster than I had ever seen anybody move. Faster than Victoria at the Fair. Before anyone could react, she reached out and took Captain Jensen's gun out of his holster. She nonchalantly pulled back the slide, cocked the hammer, and took off the safety all in one smooth motion. Without even looking at the man in the chair, looking at me and talking to me, she fired two shots almost simultaneously. I heard the prisoner scream, and he grabbed both of his knees. Before he could fall to the floor, she moved smoothly to his side. My little 108 lb Amy then picked him up out of the chair by the front of his shirt, held him about a foot off the ground, and slammed him against the wall, hard, holding him there. She held the gun under his chin and then she smiled sweetly at him again.

"You have ten seconds to start talking about what happened today. After that, I am going to turn you over to that man over there." She gestured at me. "He's not nice like I am. He's mean." She leaned forward and smiled encouragingly at him. "And I don't think he likes you very much," she whispered in his ear.

She was right. The soft touch from a pretty girl indeed worked very well. He started talking immediately. Amy dropped him to the floor and fired a shot into the wall, nicking his ear, and then looked at him, encouraging him to go on. He could hardly get the words out fast enough. We had names, addresses, locations of the main people responsible. He was even able to provide us with floor plan layouts and the number of guards. I left the room when he started to talk about what had happened with Victoria. I felt sick. I didn't want to know. The girls could fill me in on anything I needed to know. Then I saw Katie run out of the room, sobbing, face green, and heard her throwing up in the bathroom. I went in and held her head, stroking her hair, as she dissolved into a puddle of sobs.

While he was talking, Amy walked over to Captain Jensen and handed him his gun back. She smiled prettily and said thank you. He looked at the gun as if he thought it would bite him. He looked at her with unabashed admiration, and maybe a little fear.

Later, we all gathered in the living room. Everyone was introduced to each other. It seems the doctor was so glad to meet me because he worked for me. When I introduced Amy to Captain Jensen, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him an affectionate kiss. He didn't seem displeased.

"Thank you, sweetheart. Be careful, though, you could give an old man a heart attack." Her merry giggle lightened the mood considerably. "Kind of intimate for an old Captain you've never met before, though, isn't it?"

"For an old captain, yes. But not for you." She whispered the next word so that only he and I could hear. "Grandfather."

He looked at her in shock. Then he looked at me. I was just as shocked.

"Don't look at me! I didn't tell her!" I protested. Amy laughed at us. Between her and Katie, I didn't know which way was up anymore. I had a feeling these two cute little girls were much more than we ever suspected; I was almost afraid to find out what they could really do. Little did I know I would find out sooner than I thought. I also suspected they knew much more about what was going on than they let on.

I had a private conference with Captain Jensen about what support I would need. Well, as private as it could be. Amy and Katie just followed me into the room and refused to leave. I needed to have a talk with them. Me Dad, you bratty teenage daughter, I make decisions, you obey. Yeah. Right. I told him to order a fast jet for tomorrow morning to take me to San Francisco. Amy said to make sure it would carry two. It took me a few seconds to realize what she was saying.

"You are not going, young lady!" I was scared and mad.

"Cut the crap, Dad. You need me. I can take care of myself. And if I were you, I would also talk to Captain Jensen about how well calling me young lady works!"

"Amy. You are a 13-year-old girl. A very unusual one, but still. I am not taking you into a situation like this." When did I lose control over this little... whatever she was? That was unfair. She was Amy, my precious little daughter.

"Dad. Do you really think you can stop me? You can either enjoy my company on the trip there, or I will just have Katie ground your plane and I will beat you there and do it all myself." I looked at Katie; she looked guilty, then giggled and nodded her head. "But, tell you what. Let's make it fair. Hand to hand combat or target practice at a range. If you can beat me at either one, I won't go."

My way out. I tend to downplay my abilities. It is wise when you are supposed to be a medical professional. The truth is, I am one of the best in the world at both hand to hand combat and shooting a gun. There was no way little Amy could beat me at either one of those. Although her performance with the gun in the prisoner room was impressive. Katie interrupted in my mind before I could embarrass myself.

'It's a sucker bet, Daddy. Might as well let her go. If anyone could beat her, it would be you. But you will lose. It will be close, but you will lose.' I was offended.

'You don't know what I can do, Little One, ' I said. I tried to keep my hurt feelings out of my thoughts. She noticed it though, and smiled apologetically.

'I'm sorry, Daddy. Don't be offended. Actually, I know exactly what you can do, and exactly how good you are at it. But you don't know what she can do. I do. I have seen her in action. Trust me. Besides, you really do need her for this.'

'Do you know what it would do to Victoria and me if she gets hurt?' I pleaded my case.

'Do you know what it would do to Victoria, Amy, and me if you get killed?' She countered. 'You said you trusted me with your life. Trust me now. Let her go. Do you want me to completely destroy your ego and show you in your mind what she can do?'

'It would help if I knew I didn't have to worry about her being able to take care of herself."

Katie sighed. 'One of these days you are going to learn just to take my word. Remember, you asked for it.' I watched two 'videos' run through my mind.

'Katie, can I see that again? I can't have seen that right.' I was startled. No one could do that!

'You saw it right. Here you go again.' She snickered at me as I watched it again. 'Look any different this time? Sorry, Daddy, I shouldn't tease you. It was just as hard for me to see the first time. I didn't show you the really interesting one. You've had enough shocks for the day.'

'Ok. She can go. But we are going to sit down and have a long talk when I get back. I am going to get some answers or you two are going to have some really sore little butts!' I suddenly thought of something. 'Did Amy see what you just showed me?'

'Oooh! Do we get a vote as to which one? Answers or spankings?' She giggled. 'No, Dad. Amy knows nothing about what I just showed you. She has no memory of it. We should keep it that way. At least as long as we can. She deserves to be a normal little girl.' I turned back to Amy.

"Ok, Amy, Katie has convinced me that you are going." Amy smiled gratefully at Katie. I could see it in her eyes — thank you, I didn't want to have to hurt him. "But you get yourself killed and I will never talk to you again!"

We talked about exactly what was going to happen. Amy wanted to make sure I knew where she was coming from on this.

"Dad. As far as I am concerned, this is the same as someone messing with Mommy's babies. I am going in there to kill them. Period. If that is a problem with you, tell me now so we can work something out. We will not have time to discuss this when things start happening." I felt like crying. My poor little baby. I couldn't forget those 'videos' I had seen in my mind. And Katie said she didn't show me the worst one. What had they done to my little girl? When this was all over, that issue was going to be addressed too. Right now, I was glad she was the way she was — I was going to need her.

"Amy, we are on the same page. The only conflict we are going to have is who gets to kill more of them."

I was very cold and clinical about this. They had fucked with Victoria, maybe literally as well as figuratively. They would die. The best they could hope for was a quick death. Depending on what shape Victoria was in when she woke up, they might not get that.

I arranged with Captain Jensen for everything we would need on sight. We were going in hot and the only thing that would be left would be a smoking hole. He would take care of notifying the various authorities that something would be going down and to stay out of the way. He finally convinced me to let him have a support group nearby on standby in case we ran into trouble. I let him only because, as I remembered again those 'videos' in my mind, I knew we would never need them. This was personal; we would do it ourselves.

Just before we were ready to go to bed, Katie came in. She was disheveled and looked really bad. She looked like she had a bad headache. Both Amy and I went to her, and sat her down on the couch between us.

"Katie! What's wrong, Little One?" I was shocked at how she looked.

"I don't know. I have an awful headache. I have so much interference in my mind. I think someone or something is trying to contact me. I can't think." She sounded desperate. "I can't block them."

We hugged her. Amy tried to patch in with her to try to help block them, but it didn't help. I decided to try something to help. I had no idea what I was doing. I blanked my mind, then thought of Katie as hard as I could. I blocked everything else out. I felt her confusion, her pain, her distraction. Then I saw some orange tendrils flowing in from the side. When I focused on them, I heard static, confusion. I somehow knew this was what was causing her problem. I also somehow knew it was not trying to hurt her. It was as if the tendrils were lost, looking for the right place to go. But I had to stop it. I focused on it as hard as I could, then commanded "STOP" as 'loud' as I could. I could sense surprise; it was startled. Then, I swear, the tendrils formed into the shape of words. It spelled out "yes sir." This was too freaky for words. The tendrils turned a softer orange, and just swirled around, still in her mind, but not focusing anymore.

Katie visibly relaxed and started to look better immediately. Both Amy and Katie looked at me in amazement.

"It went away! What did you do?" They asked in unison. They both were staring at me.

"I don't know. Did it work?" I had no idea what I was doing, but Katie looked better.

"I think so. It's still there, but it's behaving. I feel I should know what this is, but I can't place it." Katie seemed truly puzzled. Then she bit her lower lip. I knew what that meant. Confession time.

"Daddy. I think we had better have that talk now, before you go. I have a really bad feeling about this. Something is wrong, terribly wrong. There is something I have missed, or that I am not seeing. It doesn't add up; it doesn't make sense. I cannot send you out there without you knowing everything I know." She turned to Amy, tears in her eyes.

"Amy, you know I love you more than I can tell you, don't you?" She seemed really concerned. Amy nodded. "Do you trust me, Amy? Really, really trust me?" Amy looked concerned, but nodded her head again. "I'm so sorry, Amy, but you cannot hear what I have to say to Patrick." Patrick, not Daddy. This was going to be serious. Especially to cut Amy out. "Please, Amy, please, don't be mad at me. Don't hate me. You know I don't keep secrets from you. But you can't know this. Not yet. Please?" She was crying now.

Amy is such a sweetheart. She will do anything, especially for Katie. I know it cost her dearly, being a genius and as curious as she is, but she smiled tenderly at Katie.

"It's ok. If you say it is necessary, I believe you. You've saved my life, Katie. At least I can give you this. Why don't I ever get to save someone's life? I seem to always be the one that needs saving!" She smiled teasingly. "As long as you are not pulling another scam on me, like when you blocked me from your mind while I was asleep when you were seducing my Daddy in the basement!" She smiled to show her she was not really mad. Katie blushed and gasped. I gulped. "You two think you are so smart, don't you? What really hurts is that you would think I would be fooled by such an amateur ploy." She laughed to show us she really wasn't offended.

"You knew?" Katie whispered. "Amy, I am so sorry!" Amy grinned at her. She always gets you back! Katie turned to me.

"In five minutes, an icon will appear on your computer desktop. It will remain there for one hour, and then will disappear forever. As soon as you open it, the icon will disappear forever. The file can only be opened once. Once it is opened, it will remain for one hour. Then it will disappear forever. It cannot be recovered. If anyone else but you tries to open it, it will disappear forever. If anyone is in the room with you when you open it, it will disappear forever. When you click on the icon, a password will appear in your mind. Type it in. That password will never work again. Do not type it in wrong. Are you getting the impression that I want only you to read this file?" She giggled. Then she turned serious again. "Please, Daddy, please, keep loving us after you read it. Please? Remember, we want nothing more than to be your little girls. Remember that Victoria loves you so much it hurts. We didn't ask for this. Remember, tell no one what you read. I shouldn't even be sharing this with you. I have no idea what ramifications this might have. But I am afraid of what is out there, and I can't let you go without knowing about all of us."

"Are you sure I don't need this information to be prepared too?" Amy asked. Katie smiled at her.

"Nice try, Amy. The last thing I am concerned about is you being prepared."

I kissed the two girls, and went into my office. It was exactly as Katie said it would be. I opened the file, and started to read.

Katie's File:

My name is Katie Thompson. I am 13 years old. I, like Amy and Victoria (Mommy) ran across this file while Patrick (Daddy) was unconscious. I did not write in it then, as I figured two was enough. Besides, they were being computer pigs! However, Daddy is out of town for a few days at a medical conference, so I have access to this now. No, they did not leave us here alone. We are staying at Rebecca's house, three doors down, but we have access to the house. Although I consider myself a good, moral and trustworthy person, I guess I must be a little lower in moral fiber than Amy and Victoria, because, unlike Amy and Victoria, I could not resist reading this file. And their additions. I did, however, tell Daddy that I had read it when I talked to him on the phone yesterday. He laughed and said he wondered who would find it and read it first. He had already seen the stuff Amy and Victoria had written. It seems that Victoria was planning to erase much of her writings, but she must have forgotten.

I have Daddy's permission to write this account of our family. It was necessary to get his permission because of some of the things that will be revealed here that pertain to all the members of my family (you don't know how good that feels to say — my family!). We had a big long fight about this. I think this story has to be written in case anything happens to us. Daddy thinks it is dangerous, and he also just hates to be the object of attention, as he will be in this story. He doesn't know what is in here until he reads it; he just knows enough to know he is not going to like it. We compromised; I am writing the story, but it will be password encrypted with a code that is unbreakable. The code to open that encryption is buried in the minds of Patrick, Amy and Victoria. They do not know it is there. I will explain as we go along how I can do that. The code will become available to their memory at any time that any one of them is the only surviving member left of our family. I have access to the code at all times, and can change it at will. That change will automatically update to everyone's mind. There are safeguards in my mind that will inactivate the current code, change it to another code, and transfer that code to Patrick's mind and erase it from my mind if a serious attempt that I can't handle is made to access it in my mind by anyone other than me. Patrick can also change the code, but he doesn't know that. Under certain conditions, this knowledge will become available to him. So, if you reading this file it means a) I am dead (that will really ruin my day!), b) I am captured and incommunicado, or c) I have released it or transferred it to Patrick's mind for some reason. I really hope it is c).

I guess I have your attention now! Let me begin again.

My name is Katie Marie Thompson. I am 13 years old. I am 5' nothing, 90 lbs, long blond hair, and eyes that used to be blue but now are blue with yellow flecks in them. Let me say right off the bat, as I am sure you are wondering; I do not know what Amy, Victoria, Patrick, Cindi, Becky or I am (or were, in Becky and Cindi's case). I do not think we are aliens (I hope not; I want to be human) but I do not know that for sure. I think we are, shall I say, governmentally manipulated humans. I have some reasons for believing that that I will share as I go along. I cannot prove that, however. I also want to reiterate that I am a normal 13-year-old kid. I am going to tell you many things here that will make it seem like I am much older, that I know what is going to happen, that I know why things happen. Some of that is true. But, I giggle like all teenagers, I panic when my Daddy is hurt. I cry every night in my bed because I miss my twin sister Becky. At least two nights a week, Amy crawls into bed with me and I hold her as she cries about missing Cindi. And I cry with her. Do you know what it does to you to watch and listen to someone who never cries, one of the toughest, strongest people you know, as they cry? I know Cindi had to die, but I still cry for her. I still wish she had not. I would still give up my life to bring her back. I am still a mixed up kid, even though part of me knows things no one else knows.

If you have read Patrick's file, you know most of my story. My lousy family life. My father raping me for six months when I was 11 years old. How he raped Becky. Her death in the fire. My guilt in deserting her and my responsibility for her death. Cindi's death. My connection mentally with Amy. My love for Patrick and our relationship. It is all there. Read it if you haven't already. It tells everything about me. Everything worth knowing. Which isn't much. I wish I were as interesting as Amy is or Cindi was.

If I could be anyone in the world, I would want to be Amy. I envy her. She is my hero, along with Patrick. Patrick because he saved my life. He doesn't realize that. He is so clueless sometimes! Victoria knows. Amy is the smartest person I know. She was correct in what she wrote — Cindi was smarter, although at the level both of them are / were it is a moot point. Amy is able to use that intelligence better than anyone I know, except possibly Patrick. She is beautiful. She can do anything. She is sweet. But the real reason I envy her is that she is the only person in our family that has led a somewhat normal life. Cindi is dead. I would not wish on my worst enemy the life that Victoria and I have led. Well, maybe on those that killed Cindi. They have no idea the mistake they made there. They will. If they had just left her alone, we might all be dead now and they would be safe. I'm so glad they are ignorant fools. Patrick's life has been better than Victoria's or mine, but still not wonderful. Amy is so lucky.

I guess I should explain how I know all of this. All of us kids have a power that is special and peculiar to them. Mine (and Becky's) is /was the power of the mind. I think there were two of those in case something happened to one of us. Or maybe because we were identical twins. So identical powers. Get it? Sorry. I am a tutor at school and I am used to explaining things to those boobs. I lied when I told Patrick I did not know how I inserted myself into Amy's mind to replace Cindi. I know exactly how I did it. The tricky part was to find who could replace Becky in my mind. It appears that could only be Amy. I had no problems inserting the codes for this file in each of their minds. I know more about this family than anyone else does. That is because their minds are open to me. I am a mind reader. Before you decide that is neat, know that I only recently have learned how to somewhat decide when and with whom I want to do it. I have also learned to a certain extent to ignore it to keep myself from going crazy, but that control is tenuous at best. If this discourse seems somewhat disjointed, that is likely the reason. It is sometimes hard to concentrate with the constant interruptions. I am getting better, however. I am the only person, besides Captain Jensen, that knows what Patrick really does. Even his enemies are in for a rude surprise; they don't know the half of it. I will explain later. I can also patch into and manipulate computers. I can to a limited extent implant things into minds. I cannot force things they would not have there.

Cindi's ability was to heal, and to manipulate events. Cindi might have been able to change the outcome of that car accident had it been anybody else that was in it. She could never change events that directly affected only her. That is why our enemies had to kill her. Unbeknownst to the other members of the family, except me, including herself, Cindi had already saved us several times. The act of manipulating events erases the memory of the old event from everyone's mind. Except... yep, you guessed it... mine. Lucky me. NOT! Little did anyone know that Cindi's death, as sad as it was, had to happen and started a chain of events that are very necessary and cannot be stopped. If Cindi didn't die, our family wouldn't continue to live. I think that at some level she knew that. She didn't know how or when, but she knew it would happen. I don't know how her death saves us, but I know it will. Don't ask me how I know this. I don't know. I know without a doubt that it is true, however. I think we will know it when it happens. I suspected that Cindi had some of Amy's abilities in a lighter dose, but I never saw any proof of that.

Amy's ability is physical ability. Her control of her body and ability to use it is unbelievable. I have seen the replay in Patrick's mind of Victoria's actions at the Fair. I know what she can do. It is truly an experience to see Victoria and Amy spar and watch Amy kick Victoria's ass 10 out of 10 times without even breaking a sweat. Victoria finally fully understood on the day that Amy did it blindfolded. To her credit, Victoria laughed and thought it was neat. Then she was really, really nice to Amy the rest of the day! I have seen Amy blindfolded, spun around until she is dizzy, then watched her put a bullet in the center of six different targets spread around the room in 3.5 seconds. While still blindfolded. With either hand. She has no problems fighting hand to hand and shooting at the same time. I doubt there is anything she cannot do. Do not fuck with that girl (figuratively, not literally! With her body control, I'm sure she will be really fun literally!). You will be dead before you realize you are in trouble. You might say it might be different if it was real combat. I once watched them give Victoria a mind control drug and then ordered her to kill Amy. She had no idea what she was doing. Amy had no idea what was going on. It made no difference. Amy still kicked Victoria's butt. What kind of low life makes a mother try to kill her own daughter just to see what would happen? We never saw the doctor running that experiment, and the one with the ten armed men, again. I think the handlers realized how stupid that was too. All of us have special duties. Some of us don't realize what we are to do yet. Amy has known her reason for existence since she was a little girl. It is to protect her Daddy, Patrick. Ever seen a small thermonuclear explosion on TV? That is almost as bad as what you will see if anyone ever tries to harm Patrick when Amy is around. I saw it once, at the camp. They gave her a mind-controlling drug, put her, unarmed, in a room with ten armed men, and convinced her that Patrick was there and in danger of being killed. It was the most terrible thing I have ever seen. In three minutes, she was the only one left standing in that room. The men had guns, and they used them. They could not hit her. She dodged their bullets. Yes, dodged them! She had one small bullet crease on her arm because four of them fired at her at once from different directions and she just couldn't avoid all of them. Only two of the men survived. Afterwards, she found me, took my hand, and led me to the cafeteria to eat lunch, as if nothing happened. She scared the hell out of our handlers at the camp that day. They never again tested Amy on anything physical. They had seen as much as they ever wanted to see. She didn't fool me, however. I held her, cuddled her, whispered to her for the next four nights, trying to undo what those assholes had done to her, as she sobbed her little heart out all night long for what she did to those men. She is so sweet and they made her into a killing machine. There are times when it is a good thing that they wipe our memories when we leave camp. I fervently wish I did not have that memory anymore.

Victoria and Patrick's special talents, if they have them, have not manifested themselves yet. Since they have the same lineage as I do, I think they will. Patrick's power may be a lesser combination of all our powers, plus the power of command. I think command will be his main power. Victoria's power, at least one of them, seems to be similar to Amy's only a little less. Therefore, I think she should have some other powers. Especially after all the power that was slamming around the room when Patrick was brought out of his coma. There are already some effects of that release of power that are showing up in some of us, although we are not all aware of it just yet. This is partially my fault, if fault is the right word. I was not supposed to enter into the power stream. Actually, I didn't know I could do that. But it appeared Amy was having trouble and Patrick had to be saved.

Your first question will be: how do I know all this stuff? I have seen it during our periodic visits to "the camps." If each of us, except Patrick and me, were to examine their memories carefully, they would find gaps in them periodically where they have no memory. These are the camp visits. Their memory of them is wiped out before they are brought back home. That wipe does not work on me. I don't think the people who run the camps know that. I think they have no idea of my access to all this data. My mind cannot be wiped — I cannot forget anything. Don't ever think that is not a curse! If I could have any wish granted in the world, other than to be Amy, it would be to be able to forget or change my past life. The only exception to this memory wipe for the others is some memory of Amy's. For some reason she remembers one of the sparring episodes with Victoria. Not the blindfolded one. Victoria does not remember them. Amy has some idea what she can do physically, but she has no idea to what extent. Often, our powers only reveal themselves when needed. Cindi had no idea how to cure Amy until it was needed. Amy had no idea she could take out those kids at school until it happened. I had no idea I could add my power stream to Amy's. I didn't even know I had a power stream. I have no idea who the people at the camps are. Is this making any sense? I have been especially distracted lately. It is almost as if something, or someone, is trying to contact me.

Victoria has already stated in her write up what she does. She has no idea that some of the trips she takes are not to where she thinks they are. They are to the camps. The job she does for the government is not part of the plan of the camp people, but they have not interfered with it. They cannot change her need to do it without seriously damaging her. She also understates the danger of what she does. She is uniquely suited to do what she does. I will not state here why she does what she does. It is an intensely personal reason that has to come from her. I have been to that part of her mind once. That is enough. I will never go back there again if I have a choice. I was afraid I would not survive. How she deals with that is beyond me. Somehow, her relationship with Patrick has helped her deal with it; wall it off into a black area. It occasionally breaks out, when someone tries to hurt her babies. She actually was rather controlled at the Fair. Let's just say if you have her, Amy and Patrick together, you don't need an army. All those guys would just get in the way. Do you get the idea I just adore Amy? Giggle!

Patrick is unique. He is the only one that does not go to the camps, at least since he was a little boy. They are not pleased with him. They cannot do anything with him. He only survives because of the necessity of his breeding stock for the lineage. They have made a huge mistake in leaving him alive. Now they cannot kill him. Would you want to try that with Amy around? They know what she is capable of; they dare not incur her wrath.

Patrick belongs to an international organization known simply as "24". He refers to it in his mind more often as 'two- four'. Actually, he is the founder and leader of the organization. It is a conglomerate of ex-intelligence, ex-law enforcement, and ex-military personnel. It is the most elite private investigation firm in existence today, if PI is the right term. Although most law enforcement firms, intelligence organizations, and military leaders have heard of "24", they know little about it. They have the full cooperation of all governments. It wouldn't matter if they didn't, as most of the time, they don't involve the governments anyway, but act at a much lower level. There is nothing that Patrick could request that he would not have immediately. Having the cooperation of the governments only makes it easier to clean up later. "24" is the most nonpolitical, incorruptible entity in existence. They only accept jobs that help people or organizations that are in trouble. That and anything that protects Patrick's loved ones. They only work for good. Patrick will not let them do anything else. No job is too little or too big if it will help a person or organization that is being taken advantage of or unfairly hurt. Although most everyone that has dealings with "24" knows that Patrick is associated with it, I don't believe anyone knows his true involvement in it. The organization grew out of a disastrous experience Patrick had as a young teen with a young girl named Julie that he was extremely close to. It was not a sexual relationship of any kind; she was only six years old. Her life ended one day very badly. He swore that no one would ever hurt one of his loved ones again if he could help it. Once he was old enough, he set up "24" to accomplish that purpose. In some way that I don't understand, Victoria was also impacted by that same situation, even though Patrick and Victoria did not know each other then. I strongly suspect the memory of that experience resides in that black area of her brain. It is responsible for her response when someone tries to mess with her babies. Somehow, the experience of the young girl is connected with her relationship with the older man that taught her about love and saved her life when she was in her early teens. Patrick stepped away from "24" a number of years ago after an operation that somehow went wrong and resulted in the death of his high school sweetheart. After he personally killed everyone that caused her death, he left the business. He felt he did not like what he had become, that he wanted to save lives, not take them. The organization stipulated that he was able to assume command anytime on a moment's notice. He occasionally used their organization, like when he arranged Victoria's flight home when Amy was sick.

As I stated earlier, I have no idea who the camp people are. Our association with them has always been as teacher and student. I would assume since they periodically bring us to the camps that they still have some plans for us. It should be interesting to see how that will change if Patrick reads this and finds out that some of the cheerleader camps his girls went to were not that at all.

I guess it is obvious here that some of what I have told my new family was not exactly true. Like not knowing them until I moved to town last year. I have known them most of my life. From the camps. They just don't remember me. Although Amy and Cindi might have had some indistinct memories — that would explain why they were always rather distant with me. Like pretending I didn't know how I saved Amy. Most everything else is true. I am Patrick and Victoria's sister. My twin sister, Becky, did die in a fire. All of that is true.

There is a big fight coming. I don't know with whom. Someone killed Cindi, and tried to kill Amy and Victoria. Patrick has stepped on their toes big time in protecting his family. I almost hope they go after him. That will end it really quickly when they run into Amy. I think that is going to happen anyway. Several pieces of this whole puzzle just don't make sense to me, though. I can't put my finger on it. I wonder why they have never gone after me. Surely, they must know about me. Surely, someone must know how much of this I have figured out. Why do they think they don't have to worry about me?

I wish I knew who is trying to contact me. Their color is orange. It is getting increasingly annoying and distracting. It is distorted somehow. I hope the enemy doesn't have others like us. I really don't want to see two Amy's fight.

Our family is driven by love. That is the source of all our power. That is why we seem to be normal people until something or someone threatens someone we love. That, and self-defense, activates everything. Amy could not walk into a bar and start a fight. It wouldn't work. She would get her butt kicked. If someone attacks her, or even insults someone she loves, such as the kids at school making disparaging remarks about Cindi, their world can change very quickly. She controls it pretty well though. We have discovered we each have an aura connected with us. It is often connected with eye color. I am yellow — that was not connected with my eye color, but my eyes are changing to that color. Amy is bright, deep green. Cindi was bright, deep blue. Both of those match the eye color. Becky died before we started exhibiting auras, so we don't know what hers would have been. Patrick and Victoria have not exhibited an aura yet, but both their eye colors are the same as Amy's, bright, deep green.

Our family has some unusual ideas about love and sex. It is difficult to form a relationship with someone that does not know or understand what you are or what you can do. Keeping a huge secret like that from your partner can really affect a relationship. Somehow, Patrick and Victoria have managed with their secrets, maybe because it is the same secret. We tend to form our relationships within our own family and fellow manipulated beings. It seems that is our own brothers and sisters, parents and children. Incest means nothing to us. It is as if we are a different species with a very small gene pool to pick from. That may be why Amy and Cindi had so much power — Patrick and Victoria being twin brother and sister, they got a double dose of the genes that control these powers. There are no feelings of taboo with any of us. Well, maybe Patrick, but that is more concern about causing harm, not a taboo per se. I feel like I am really rambling here. I just cannot concentrate well with all the interference in my mind.

I am writing this so that someday someone will know what they have done to us. Amy, Cindi, myself, Becky, we are / were just kids, damn it! Amy should be enjoying herself, learning about life and love from boys, going to dances. She shouldn't be a well-polished killing machine. She is the sweetest person you would ever want to meet, yet she has to live with the guilt of killing people. No one should have to live through what has been done to Victoria. I have never experienced so much pain, sadness and suffering in one person. She shouldn't have to live with the guilt of what she has done to survive. It is not fair! This must never happen again. I will update this account as we come across more information as to who is responsible for all this.

I hope I am still alive if you are reading this. I wanted to die so badly after Becky died. I even tried to kill myself. But after I have met Amy, Victoria, Patrick I want to live. I hope I'm not dead. If you are reading this, Patrick, please don't think your little girls are monsters. If you could see into Amy's mind as I can, you would see how wonderful she is. Of course, I see how you look at her, so you already know. Who wouldn't love her? Please keep loving us. We love you, and always will.

Tears were flowing down my cheeks as I finished reading the file. It only made me love my girls more. They really were special. I walked out into the room where Amy and Katie were waiting for me. They both had nervous looks on their faces. They looked so pretty, so vulnerable, so helpless standing there, afraid I would condemn them. They just looked like scared little girls. There must be some mistake. That pretty little girl called Amy that I saw standing in front of me, biting her lower lip, could not be the same girl I saw in the 'video'. But I knew it was. My heart just melted. I still had tears on my face. I hugged and kissed both of them. Then I took them by the hand and led them into the bedroom where we were staying.

635 Wharf Street

, at 10,000 feet.'

ng 200lbs even.

   Lately, I've been noticing sara acting a little different. She seems a  little sluttier than she used to act. She's been walking around the house in tight shorts and shirts or just panties, and always joking with me about how her ass is nice, which it is. Can't lie. Well, one night lauren and kayla were over visiting sara and they were up in her room. Myself, I just decided to drink a few beers and relax in front of the TV. In my pjs. Pjs for me being a t-shirt and boxers. I fell eventually fell asleep in front of that TV. I woke up though to whispering voices. Female voices. What I heard before I opened my eyes kinda scared me.

"Yeah, he's way drunk and passed out. You should be alright," lauren said, further from the truth. Then i felt a hand go to the hole in my boxers. It reached in and pulled out my slowly erecting dick.

"Look, he's gettin hard!" i heard kayla whisper. It must have been her. So, she wanted to play, huh? I thought, might as well let her. So I just laid there. Feeling her finger gently scratch the head of my dick.

"OK. Wrap your hand around it and move the skin up and down in a pumping motion" i heard lauren say. Kayla must have been inexperienced to need a coach, or perhaps that just what got Lauren off. I felt the hand wrap around my cock and gently start to jerk me off. It felt great.

"cool. ok, now stick your tongue out and lick the tip." lauren whispered. This I had to see, so I opened my eyes an unnoticable crack to peer down at Kayla's soft, wet tongue as she licked the head of my dick. However, it wasn't Kayla's hand jerking me off, or her tongue licking the head of my cock. It was my little 13 year old sister, Sara. I immediately shot up and stopped her. She was just looking at me with those beautiful eyes of fright. Lauren and Kayla were sitting beside her, and Sara sat between her. I noticed she had no panties on.

"What are you doing?" I demanded. No answer, they just took off to Sara's room. I didn't see them for the rest of the night. The next day barely saw them until the evening. When our mom finally went off to work. I didn't know what to say to Sara so I didn't say anything when I heard her come down, but it wasn't her that came downstairs, it was Lauren.

"I'm sorry about last night." She said, "Its just that Sara told us she was curious about what your....you know.... looked like. So we told her we'd help her to see. I told her to do those things as a joke, I didn't think she would...." she trailed off. "its just I was hoping I could do that to you, and I was gonna stop her I swear! I was only just tryin to help her see it" she was rambling now.

"That was just sick. I mean she's my sister" I said

"I know i know. I didn't mean for her to do it. I just said those things, but I really hope you can forgive me cuz I really like you"

"You do?"

"Yes, and it was really me that wanted to do those things." With that she just dropped to her knees in front of me and took my cock out of my pants. She must really have wanted forgiveness. She got up on the couch beside me and started stroking my cock. I was instantly hard for her, and forgetting all about my sister. She was stroking me gently but powerfully and was teasing the head of my cock with her tongue.

  Then I heard two sets of footsteps coming down the stairs. Had to be Kayla and Sara. I tried to stop Lauren from jacking me off, but she just squeezed tighter and went faster. I saw them walk into the room

"Look who's here" Lauren giggled. It was Sara in the tightest shorts and almost spandex tank top.

"Look at your sister," lauren said. "Isn't she so fucking hot? Doesn't looking at her make you wanna cum for her? Look how tight her ass is." Sara turned around and bent over playfully to show me her ass, when Kayla grabbed Sara's shorts and pulled them down, revealing her perfect bare ass. My cock throbbed at seeing this and a big gob of precum oozed from the head. Lauren quickly licked it up/

"Thats it," she said, "get turned on by her. Sara, look at your big brothers hard cock, don't you just want to fuck it?" Sara nodded " Well come here," lauren said. With that Kayla led Sara over to me. Lauren's hand was making me feel so good, I couldn't object. I wanted it. I think maybe I wanted it last night too. I thought if my cock touched my little sisters pussy once it would explode.

   Sara came right up to me, and sat down on my legs and slid forward to get her pussy closer to my cock. Kayla reached down and spread my sisters little hairless lips slightly while lauren aimed my cock at it and started to rub the head up and down her slit. Sara's pussy was glistening wet. There was silence except for the sounds of Lauren sliding my cock against my Sara's pussy. I was about to let lauren shove my cock into my sister, I couldn't believe it. Then it happened. Sara lifted up a little, and Lauren slid the head of my cock into my sisters young hole. I felt Kayla sit on my lap behind sara and saw her put her hands down on the inside of Sara's thighs to help hold her up.

"Just hold still" Lauren told me. Sara started to hump on me but Kayla stopped her, why I have no idea.

"Just hold still," Kayla told Sara , "let Lauren do the work"

Lauren took hold of my shaft that was still outside Sara and began to furiously jerk me off. The sound of Laurens hand hitting Sara's pussy everytime it went up was indescribable. Feeling Sara's pussy muscles squeeze my head inside her and Laurens furious hand job was giving me that old familiar feeling . I didn't want to come inside my sister. I know she had gotten her period last year, I didn't want to make her pregnant

"I'm gonna cum. Let me pull it out" Isaid

Sara for the first time spoke " Don't let him cum inside me! I don't want to get pregnant!"

But Lauren just went faster. I tried to get up but Lauren quickly sat on my chest to hold me down for just enough time while Kayla pushed Sara down even further on my cock. That was it I couldn't take it, my cock started unloading load after load of incest cum inside my sister.Her unprotected pussy was getting all my load. Lauren let out an almost orgasmic "yeah" when she felt my cock spasming cum into my sister.

"Its so warm," I heard Sara say, but then she started to cry. Lauren and Kayla got up. "I said i didn't want him doing that in me!" She said, then my little sister leaned on my chest and started crying some more. All i could do was just sit there, barely able to contemplate the fact that my baby could be growing inside my 13 year old sister right now.

"How's it feel to knock up your baby sister?" Kayla said to us , the willing victims. Lauren and Kayla started laughing and went to leave. I sat there holding my baby sister, while she cried for god knows how long.

ormal" style="margin: 0in -63pt 0pt 0in">“Get ready while I go and get some lotion.” I told her standing up from the chair.

When I got back to the spare bedroom which I used as my office, I found her lying face down on the bed.

I looked at her laying there, her cute arse covered by her short skirt.

“Too bad she doesn’t have her legs spread.” I thought to myself as I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself to one side of her legs.

I’d often fantasized having sex with her ever since she’d started to grow into womanhood.

I poured some massage oil onto my hands and began to gently massage her calves.

Feeling her young flesh under my fingers was not doing me any good at all, I could feel my cock starting to respond inside my shorts.

Then I had an idea.

Maybe I could get a quick peek at her pantied covered crotch while I was doing this.

True, it wouldn’t do the state of my cock any good, but it’d give me a mental image to pull myself over later on.

I moved myself down to the end of the bed and asked her to spread her legs on the pretext of being able to massage the insides of her calves.

To my surprise, she didn’t object at all and instead just spread her legs apart for me.

I then began to massage the insides of her legs and started working my oily fingers upwards along her legs, heading slowly but surely towards her backside.

Because her legs were now spread apart, it caused her skirt to become tight which in turn also caused it to lift upwards.

As I brought my fingers back towards her heels, I quickly ducked my head downwards to look up beneath her slirt.

What I saw shocked me.

She wasn’t wearing any panties.

There before my amazed glaze was her naked pussy staring back at me.

I couldn’t believe my luck.

The best I’d hoped for was a glimpse at her pantied covered crotch, maybe even being able to see the bulge of her pussy pressing against her panties.

But this was perfect.

So at first, I stayed down near her heels working my fingers back and forth along her lower calves, at the same time taking every opportunity to perv up under her skirt.

By this time, my cock was rock hard inside my shorts and was tenting my shorts away from my body.

It badly ached for some form of release.

I looked at her lying there before me, she had her eyes closed and had a slight smile on her face, enjoying the massage no doubt.

I then decided to do something rather dangerous, I started massaging just the one calf and at the same time, I reached down with my free hand and slipped my cock free from its prison.

Now I was stroking my naked cock with one hand while at the same time, still pretending to massage her legs.

I knew I was taking one hell of a chance doing this, but by now, my cock was doing my thinking for me.

I was trying to keep a check on her eyes to make dam sure she still had them closed, but I also wanted to be able to see her naked cunt as I pulled myself off behind her.

I leaned my head down enough to be able to see up under her skirt again and it was while I was staring at her naked cunt that it happened.

Suddenly, I felt myself starting to cum.

I quickly took the hand I was massaging her leg with and cupped it under the head of my cock, catching most but not all of my hot cum inside my hand.

Some drops landed on the back of her left leg.

“What was that?” she asked starting to turn her head back my way.

I knew I had to do something quick.

I shoved my cock, (which was starting to become limp again) back inside my shorts and picked up the bottle of massage oil and before she really had a chance to see what had landed on her leg, poured some oil onto my cum.

“Just putting some more oil onto your leg, sweetheart.” I replied, hoping she wouldn’t notice my flushed state.

She was now looking back at me and as I still had cum inside my cupped hand and it was starting to leak between my fingers, all I could do was to lean forward and rub my cum and the oil together along her leg.

“Oh.” Was all she said before once again turning her face back towards the bed covers and closing her eyes once more.

I stared at my cum and the oil mixed together, being spread along her leg and nearly burst out laughing at the thought that now she had cum on her and didn’t even know it.

Partly sexually satisfied, I once again started using both hands on her legs.

As I slowly worked my fingers up towards her thighs, I wondered if I could get my fingers up close to her cunt.

That’d be one hell of a buzz, having my fingers close enough to be able to touch her cunt.

While she didn’t know that I knew she wasn’t wearing any panties, I was hoping that she was enjoying the massage enough, so that she wouldn’t realize just how far up her legs my fingers were going.

I began to rub my fingers upwards, an inch at a time.

I reached the hem of her skirt with no word from her that I was going too far, so I kept on massaging her flesh, slowly, but surely massaging my fingers just under the hem of her skirt.

Still, she didn’t say a word about how far up her thighs my fingers had worked themselves.

Because the skirt was pulled tightly around her hips, there really was no way I could reach her backside.

I continued to massage what part of her thighs I could; wishing all the while that I could massage her cunt lips with my fingers, but knowing there was no hope in hell of being able to do that.

So I tried something different.

“Could you please close your legs a bit?” I asked, hoping she wouldn’t want to know why I wanted her to do so.

She closed her legs together until I felt both legs touching my knees which were in between her legs.

What this had done was to loosen her skirt enough to allow my hands to slip under the skirt and hopefully, I’d get the chance to start massaging the cheeks of her arse.

I slowly began to work my fingers back up her legs until once again, my fingers slipped under the hemline of her skirt.

In a way, I was surprised that she hadn’t yet noticed just how far up her legs my fingers had worked themselves.

But I wasn’t about to start asking any questions.

I felt the curve of her cheeks beneath my fingers under her skirt and emboldened by her total lack of response to having my fingers now on her naked arse, began to massage them into her young flesh.

“Mmm” She groaned. “That’s nice.” She said as my fingers worked their way across her cheeks.

Taking a chance, I moved my fingers to either side of her hips and pushed the hemline of her skirt upwards with my wrists.

To my delight, I now saw her cunt lips come into view.

I began to wonder just what was going on here.

She had to know by now that I had a totally uninterrupted view of her bare cunt and yet she still had not tried to stop me from looking at her.

But as before, I wasn’t about to question the why of it all, but instead chose to enjoy it for as long as it lasted.

I slowly worked my oily fingers towards the groove of her arse and taking yet another chance, I gripped her cheeks in my fingers and slowly pulled them apart, allowing me to see her tiny anus and also at the same time, I’d parted her outer lips enough for me to be able to see the soft pink inner flesh that until now had been hidden from my view.

Her inner flesh glistened with moisture from her juices and I wondered if those juices were being caused because I’d turned her on.

I certainly hoped so.

Spreading the cheeks of her arse even further apart, I found that I could now see deep inside her cunt.

She had to have known that I was now looking directly at her cunt and yet still there were no words of protest coming from her.

I decided to take that as permission to carry on.

I closed her cheeks and began to massage my fingers towards the middle of her backside until they were nearly touching the groove between her arse cheeks.

Hoping I was right, I then used the index finger of my right hand and placed it at the top of the groove, then, slowly, I began to move my finger down the groove, taking my time, so that if she wanted to object to what I was doing to her, now was the time for her to do so.

But again, there were no words of protest from her lips and suddenly, I felt the wetness of her cunt close around my fingertip.

“Mmm.” She murmured as though she was half asleep, but was still enjoying the sensations my finger was causing her.

I slowly began to ease my finger up inside of her, totally convinced that she was allowing me to do so.

As my finger slowly worked its way inside her, I felt her start to move her legs.

But she wasn’t trying to stop me from plunging my finger inside her as I’d first thought, but instead, she was spreading her legs even further apart, allowing me even greater freedom to her cunt.

Finally I had my finger firmly planted deep inside her.

I could feel her inner muscles gripping and releasing themselves around my thick finger.

As I started to withdraw my finger from her, I felt her muscles grip my finger tightly inside her as though she was afraid that I was going to take my finger out of her.

But because she was so wet down there, my finger slipped out easily.

I again pushed it deep inside of her, causing her to groan with pleasure.

I finger fucked her for several minutes before taking my finger out of her for the last time(for now at least)
Then taking hold of both cheeks, I spread her cheeks apart, wide enough so that I once again could see deep inside her cunt.

I then leaned forward until I now had my face only an inch or so away from her glistening cunt.

I breathed some hot air from my mouth onto the surface of her cunt lips, letting her know that my face was close enough to touch her cunt.

But again, there were no words of protest from her, so I leaned that little bit extra until I felt her lips touching mine.

Her small body seemed to jump a little as soon as she felt the flesh of my lips touched her naked cunt lips.

But again, no words of protest, so I slipped my tongue out of my mouth and started to gently lick at her outer lips with it.

“Oh yeah.” She moaned as she started to push her hips downwards to meet my mouth.

I closed my whole mouth around her small cunt and sucked at her flesh.

Again, she pushed herself backwards onto my mouth and this time, I slipped the tip of my tongue deep inside her, bringing forth a loud groan of pleasure as she felt my tongue probing her insides.

I tongue fucked her for several minutes and then started to tease her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, causing her to groan even louder with pleasure.

She was shoving herself backwards against my mouth and I knew from the sounds she was making, that she wasn’t all that far away from having an orgasm.

But I wasn’t about to allow her to have her orgasm that way.

My cock had sprung back to life a while back and keeping my mouth glued to her cunt, I somehow managed to slip my shorts off until my lower body was now totally naked.

Withdrawing my mouth from her wet cunt, I placed one hand under her stomach and lifted her slightly and reached over and picked up the spare pillow beside her head and slipped it under her hips, causing her naked backside to now be pointing up into the air in front of me.

I then moved closer towards her and placed the head of my cock directly at the moist entrance to her cunt.

If she was worried about me fucking her, she showed no sign, so I began to push my way inside her.

I watched as my cock slowly passed her outer lips and started to penetrate her cunt.

The warmth of her cunt as it closed around the shaft of my cock was amazing to feel.

Yes, I’d fucked many women in the pass, but I think it was the fact that she was so young and was also my own granddaughter, which made it seem even more special.

At first, I couldn’t go inside her much more than 2/3^rd the length of my cock, but as I began to fuck her, I found that I could slip even more of my cock inside her, I must have been opening her up to accommodate my cock.

Within a few minutes, I found that I now had all of my cock plunged deep inside her.

Whatever guilt I should have been feeling over fucking my own granddaughter was totally wiped by the pleasure I was having by fucking her.

I’d worry about the guilt later, if there was any to be found. I think that most men who fuck their own kin, only feel guilty if found out.

Right at this minute, all I wanted to do was to plant my seed within her cunt, regardless if I were to impregnate her or not.

I felt myself getting close to my climax when all of a sudden, she cried out in pleasure as her orgasm took her on a journey of pleasure.

Feeling her warm juices flowing over the head of my cock was more than enough to trigger my climax.

I gripped her hips with both of my hands and ploughed as deep inside her as I could before feeling my incestuous seed start pumping inside her young cunt.

I held her butt up against my crotch, not allowing my seed to escape from her cunt.

Finally, I felt myself becoming limp inside of her and slipped my softening cock from within her.

A gush of sperm flowed from her onto the top of the blanket covering the bed.

I knew I’d have to wash it before my wife came home from work.

She collapsed face down onto the bed and rolled over to look at my by now limp cock hanging between my thighs.

“That was so wonderful, granddad. Thank you.” She said tearing her eyes away from my cock.

“I think we both enjoyed that close encounter.” I replied with a laugh.

“Did you plan this whole thing?” I asked, sure that she had indeed done so.

“Well…yes.” She replied with a giggle.

“How did you know that I’d go through with it?” I asked puzzled.

“That part was easy. I found all those stories stored on your computer about you fucking me.” She replied with a grin.

‘Why didn’t you say something earlier?” I asked.

“I still wasn’t quite sure you’d go for it.” She replied.

Staring down at her lying there half naked and knowing my wife wouldn’t be home for at least two more hours, I felt my cock starting to respond once more.

“Feel like another close encounter?” I asked with a grin.

“You bet granddad.” she replied spreading apart her thighs.

 

arty.  I knew her fairly well, as we had gone out once.  She was taller than all the rest of them, around 5'5" or 5'6".  She had breasts on the large side of a B-Cup, and had blonde hair.  
    She wandered into the main part of the house, where we were all naked.  Emily just stood and stared for a second, before asking "What's going on in here?"  For a while, nobody spoke.  Then, Rachel timidly said, "umm....... we were bored."
    As we laughed, Emily continued staring at us as if we were all insane.  With the sudden noise, Katie began to wake up.  However, as soon as she saw Emily, she jumped up right away. "Shit," she said, "Em, what are you doing here!?"  She replied that she was here for the party, of course.  After an awkward silence, Katie asked "So..... what do we do next?"  They looked at Emily, who was still in her bathing suit.  Without requiring any further cues, she peeled off her bathing suit.  Katie and Rachel looked surprised, as they looked from me, to her, and back to me.  Emily said "What, it's not like it's anything he's never seen before."  Katie and Rachel looked at me, shocked.  
    I had never mentioned it to anyone, but the one time that me and Emily went out wasn't just one time.  That 'one date, as friends', quickly turned into another, and another, and eventually turned into us being naked, alone in my basement.  There was no actual fucking, but we did get quite an opportunity to closely examine each other.
    Emily told us her story at that point:
    About 2 months ago, her parents had gone on vacation, leaving her brother (who was my age), in charge.  The first night they were gone, he held a party at their place, after which many drunk teenagers had needed a place to stay.  Knowing that his parent's wouldn't be home for a week, Jon (that's her brother), let them sleep on the floor in the living room.
    Now, she assumed before her brother had woken up, a small group was already awake.  They came up the stairs, and quietly entered Emily's bedroom, where she lay, still asleep.  However, after seeing that sexy, almost-nude body lying in the bed, all thoughts of carefulness left them.  They quickly ripped off the blankets, and began stripping her.  Of course, she woke up and began protesting, but to no avail.  
    One of the guy's began grabbing and sucking her tits, while another one started jamming fingers in her pussy.  Her screams of pain were just encouragement for the guys to continue.  It finally ended with one of them fucking her hard in the pussy.
    After that event, she talked to her dad, without revealing any of what happened.  She posed the question as a what-if someone tried to rape her some day, and convinced her dad to get her birth-control, without the knowledge of her mom.  Ever since that day, she had been on the pill.
    Which leads me to the whole basement scene.  After a date, she came into my house with me, where we headed down to the rec room in the basement.  We started watching some dumb movie, but mostly just cuddled on the couch.  
    At one point during the proceedings, Emily told me the whole story of what happened.  She said that, although it was extremely painful, there was definitely pleasure too.  She said that she wanted to know what sexual contact with a guy felt like, but not in a forced way.  So, that led to us naked, feeling each other, but, as I mentioned earlier, no actual sex.
    Which brings us back to the main story.  Emily said, "So, that's why I don't mind seeing him naked."  She looked at me, and said "Well, how about it, do you have one more fuck in you for me?"
    It was probably the hardest thing I had ever done, but I had to admit that I probably was done fucking for the day.  However, I told her that I'd do anything else she wanted with her.  
    I lay down on the floor, and Emily came over and lay beside me, her pussy right beside my face.  I saw that her pussy was absolutely dripping, took it as an invitation to dig in.  So, I started licking her pussy, as she played with my cock a little bit.  Before long, my cock was starting to get hard again, which she also took as an invitation.  Pulling away from my face, she told me to get up.  She kneeled down on the floor in the 'doggy' position, and told me to go ahead.
    So, I did.  Moving behind her, I started filling her pussy with my cock, thrusting with all the strength I could still muster up.  As this was going on however, I heard the door open.
    At this point, there was a major battle going on.  On one hand, there was nobody else who was supposed to be here, and I knew that this would  not be a welcome sight for anyone walking in.  However, there was NO WAY I was going to give up my final prize, the girl who I had dreamed of fucking ever since our first date.  
    As I thrust one last time, as hard as I could manage, I came one last time.  I instantly pulled out, and told them to hide.  However, it was too late, as I heard a familiar voice coming into the house.
    As Jason walked into the room, he was obviously mad.  "The stupid fucker fired me!  He fucking fir......"  He had been yelling, but he trailed off as he looked up and saw the 4 naked people in the room.  "What in the fuck," he said, starting quietly, progressing to a full out scream, "IS GOING ON IN HERE!?"  He looked around, seeing me, his naked sister, and her two naked best friends.  "And more importantly," he continued, "Why was I at work when I could have been here!?"
    With absolutely no hesitation,  he stripped down, ran to the couch and flopped down right where Rachel and Katie, his sister, were laying.  Katie was obviously somewhat disgusted, but Jason had absolutely no second thoughts.  
    As we all stared at him, Emily finally spoke up. "Umm.. Jason..... I got here kind of late, and Jay didn't have much left in him.... could you....," she trailed off, gesturing at her wet pussy.
    Jason didn't need any coaxing, after that invitation.  He told Emily to come over to where he was, and sit on him.  She did just that, and began slowly.  After a while though, she started actually standing up and slamming back down on his cock.  
    As this display was happening, I looked at the clock. The time read 5 minutes to 4.  "Umm.... guys....", I said to them, "I hate to break this up, but your car's going to be here in 5 minutes.  Everything suddenly stopped.  Nobody spoke, until Katie broke the silence with a single word.
    "Shit."
    As they started running around frantically, I took back my role as the babysitter, and started barking orders.  "You three, go shower.  You smell like sex.  Don't worry about taking turns, God knows you've seen enough of each other already, I think you can manage.  Just worry about the key areas.  Make sure you don't stink.  Then, get your bathing suits back on.  Me and Jason will clean up."
    Just then, I heard a horn honk from the driveway.  Jason was still sitting on the couch playing with his cock after being left so abruptly before cumming.  I quickly got dressed and ran outside, knowing that they'd leave if they thought nobody was home.
    So, I headed outside and told the driver that they were on their way, and that they had forgotten to pack a few things.  I headed back into the house to tell them that their ride was here, and to hurry.  Fortunately, the shower was over, so they headed outside and left.  But, as they left, I called out, "We'll have to do this again some time."  


So there, everything turned out fine in the end.  However, is this really the end?  Who knows what could go on from here.  I've got some thoughts, but there's no point putting them down if nobody's appreciating my work.  So, if the good ratings keep coming, so will our main charactors!

e.  And then, just for kicks, I waited even longer.  It was killing me.  I had no idea what she had in store.  My cock was rock hard in my slacks and getting really uncomfortable.

Well, after what seemed like forever, she finally came up and got me.  She took me downstairs and showed me a nice little pair of holes she had cut in the wall to the laundry room.  The great part was that I saw a pair of lips on the other side of one hole, and a tight little asshole behind the other.  

God, I love Tasha.

I heard some muffled moaning and a little bit of shuffling from inside the laundry room, but I'm guessing they were just getting settled.  She told me, though, that I wasn't allowed to take advantage of either hole for a while.  So I followed her back upstairs with my cock straining against my pants.  It's gonna be a long night.

Well, after just a few minutes, timing couldn't have been better as all of the people from the previous week started to show up.  I was even surprised to see my step-dad show up.  Once again, we pretended in front of the others that there was no relation, but just kept to small talk and light social interaction.  Tasha brought out hors d'oeuvres and the party was getting to into full swing.

We continued to talk and make small chit-chat for about an hour, consuming cocktails and snacking on excellent little treats.  It was amazing that these people had a good idea of what was coming, but had such the ability to just talk and talk like it was nothing special.  The whole time I think I'm going to cum in my pants if we don't get this rolling..

Well, after quite a while, Tasha took charge and told everyone that this evening's entertainment is in the basement.  So everyone filed downstairs and took their places sitting around the family room.  Clothes started to slowly come off, and after a bit all you saw was a room full of hard cocks and dripping pussies.

Tasha pointed everyone to the two holes and told them to enjoy, and then came back to sit with me, telling me that I had to wait to enjoy the fun.  Two of the first people up were a man with a fairly small penis, and my step-dad, who was packing plenty to keep my mom happy.  The man went up and immediately chose the little asshole, I'm guessing it was about all that would make his cock feel large.  My step-dad went to the other hole and it one stroke pushed his cock all the way to the balls into the mouth.  You could hear a bit of a gag from behind the wall, but he just started sawing in and out, going the full length each time.  There was a lot of moaning from behind the wall, so I'm guessing that they were thoroughly enjoying the event.

After a little bit, the man with the smaller cock started to cum, filling the tight little asshole with his creamy juice.  He was quickly replace by a woman that was interested in tonguing that cum right out of the pink little hole.  This was enough to push my step-dad over the edge and he moaned and pushed very deeply into the throat, emptying his balls deep inside.

Up next was a man with a fairly large cock, it was pretty impressive to see hard with a little shine from the pre-cum leaking out.  He took my step-dad's example and went in in one thrust.  This was almost too much for the throat as you heard lots of gagging and then eventually quiet.  I'm not sure exactly what was happening, but eventually you heard moaning coming from behind the wall, so I'm guessing the throat loosened up.  Whomever is behind there must really like the abuse, because the moaning was getting fairly loud.

The onslaught of cocks and pussies and tongues continued.  It was one, after another, after another.  Eventually the asshole was surrounded in a ring of cum and leaking cum out of the hole down the wall.  The set of lips were a bit puffy from the pounding and also covered in a mixture of cum and pussy juices.  This was when Tasha said it was my turn.

I quickly got up and walked over.  I wanted to try both, but I wanted to start with the mouth, getting me nice and acclimated first.  I very slowly pushed my hard cock between the lips, not ramming, but continually feeding it in until I was pushing against the wall, my cock buried deep in the throat.  I could feel the throat swallowing against the head of my cock.  It was amazing.  There was also a nice bit of moaning around my cock, sending vibrations deep into me.  Tasha took this time to try to tease me a bit.  She walked over to the asshole at the wall, pushed her finger inside and brought out some cum.  She then spread my ass cheeks and pushed the cum covered finger into my tight little hole.  Once it was in deeply, she went back to the asshole at the wall and started to tongue it deeply while she finger fucked the mixture of cum deep into my ass.  It was amazing.  The throat around my cock, the finger pushing in my ass, and visual of my girlfriend tonguing a well-used asshole, it was all almost too much, so I stopped for a minute, pulling my cock out from the hungry mouth.  I then told Tasha we were going to switch, that she could have the mouth in the wall, but I was going to have that asshole..

We switched, but Tasha blew my mind yet again when, rather than leaning her pussy up to the captive tongue, she leaned in and was kissing the mouth very passionately, swapping the excess cum back and forth.  It was freak'n hot.  I had to really concentrate to get my mind back on target, and I pity the person connected to the asshole, because even though I'm no porn star, my cock is fairly large and I was going to fuck that asshole hard.  I rammed myself in all the way in one very hard stroke.  The only thing saving the hole was the fact that it was still so coated in cum, otherwise it would have been a very rough experience for the person behind the wall.

It seems like I was fucking for hours, watching Tasha tongue the mystery mouth deeply and lovingly, but it was probably only a few seconds before Tasha turned to me, cum glistening on her lips and said "Why don't you fill that little ass up with your cum for me, baby?".

Yup, that was the winner.  I blew cum into that ass until I thought my body was going to cave in.  My balls were 100% empty as my sticky load rocketed out of my painfully hard cock into that tight little ass.  I thought I was going to black out I came so hard.

After I sat back for a sec, I realized that I was the last person to go and we were all done.  The asshole I just got done hammering was bright red and dripping a mixture that was mostly my cum and the whole room was looking at me and it with big smiles, having enjoyed the offerings of the evening.

Tasha told everyone thank you, and then went to set our guests free.  I followed her because I wanted a good look at how things were set up.

I couldn't have ever been prepared for what I saw.

I figured out what all the moaning was from.  It was set up just like the other people's house, with tie-downs on the wall to hold them in place.  My mom's head was tightly secured to the wall.  My 13 year old sister Jenni had her hips and legs tightly bound to the wall, offering her tight little ass to the party goers.

The thing that I hadn't thought about and didn't expect was that with the other ends of them available, Tasha had thought of a way to keep those ends busy too.  We have two Great Dane's, Hux and Luke.  They were in the room with these two.  Both had their collars secured to the wall, so they couldn't move much at all.  Hux was lined up with my mom's asshole, and by the red, cum-covered looks of things, had been pounded her tight ass since Tasha set this all up, which had to have been two or three hours.

My sister, a little fresh teenager, was blindfolded and had the other experience, as she had also worn a dog collar that kept her firmly under Like's belly, so he could fuck her face for hours and hours.  Her face was covered in cum and there was plenty leaking out of her little mouth.

It was the hottest thing I've ever seen.

It took me a minute, but I eventually started to help Tasha untie everyone and lead them out to a room of cheering party goers.  Everyone was satisfied and it was something I'll never forget.  I've got my fingers crossed that there will be other fun things we can do.  I can't thank Tasha enough for letting me in on my little family secret.

ll are doing in y’alls bedroom,” Pam said.

            “Yeah, I just got kinda carried away,” I said stretching. I had only my pajama bottoms and my cock was hardening from the sight of Pam’s big braless tits under her tight white tank-top.

            “Hm,” Pam hummed looking away from my thinly covered hard cock.

            “You’re gonna have to get you some Pam,” I joked.

            “I don’t think that I can handle something like that,” she said giving my cock another glance.

            I made my cock jump just to get her to look at it again. “Ah, you can handle it,” I said. “Cindy takes it good.”

            “Cindy has given birth to four babies, I only had two and that thing looks to be the size of a baby,” Pam chuckled “No thank you.”

            I laughed and sat in a chair next to hers.

            “I would love to have a man in my bed, but his ass need to be gone by morning,” she joked.

            “Pam, those tits turn plenty of heads,” I said.

            “Yeah, old men who can barely get it up,” she joked.

            “They look pretty good to me,” I said.

            “Hm,” she remarked sipping on her coffee.

            Pam’s tits looked really nice and I thought how it would be to tittie-fuck her many times. I felt unusually horny that morning, and everyone seemed to be fair game for me. I wanted to fuck everyone in the house.

            When I first met my wife, Cindy she was married to the father of her four children. She was having an affair with four other guys besides me. We clicked and she divorced and we married. No one seemed to know that Cindy was even having problems in her previous marriage. Cindy had been married before then, and she began cheating on him when their marriage started going down hill. I decided that I wasn’t going fall victim to that, so I decided to take a different approach. I tried to fuck Cindy’s brains out every time we did it, and kept my desire high for everything else with a pussy. Being in a split level house with six females was enough pussy for me.

            I could see the possibility of fucking all four of Cindy’s daughters and her mother. Pam gave hints that she would love to have some of my hard cock. Cindy’s daughters all seemed to want to play me as their Sugar daddy with their flirty to get what they wanted from me. Ashley, Cindy’s youngest daughter was becoming more and more curious about Cindy and my sex life. Ashley had overheard Cindy and I fucking a few times and asked me what we were doing. I felt no need to lie to Ashley, so I’ve been answering all of her questions. Every since Ashley got her first period she’s become more and more interested in sex.

            “Well, I better go get dressed before the girls get up,” I said to Pam.

            “Yes, please,” Pam said “They surely don’t need to see something that big hanging out…it would scare them to death.” She laughed.

            I took it as a compliment and headed up stairs to dress. Cindy’s daughter, Tracy, the one a year older than Ashley was making a bowl of cereal. Tracy was already dating boys and from the looks of the ones that came around, she was giving them all a shot of her pussy.

            “Hey sexy,” I teased.

            “Hey,” she smiled at me.

            “Can I get a hug?” I said coming to her.

            Tracy sat down her bowl on the counter and put her arms around my neck. I pressed my hard cock against her and put my hand on her ass. I gave it a good firm squeeze.

            “Girl your ass is hot,” I joked.

            Tracy giggled releasing my neck.

            “This is why all those boys are coming around here, isn’t it?” I joked giving her butt another good squeeze before moving my hand away.

            She giggled again.

            “Don’t worry, I won’t tell,” I said. “I can tell that you are doing it with those boys.”

            “How did you know that?” she asked surprised.

            “I can see the difference in your hips,” I lied. “Are you giving them blowjobs too?”

            She looked at me as if she was in trouble.

            “It’s cool, your mom gives me blowjobs almost everyday,” I lied. “Giving blowjobs is a good thing. We can talk later if you want. I gotta go get dressed.”

            “Ok,” she replied.

            I headed on to the bedroom where Cindy was still sleep. She would sleep all day if she could. It was Saturday, and I felt no need to stay in bed on my day off work. I gave Cindy a kiss and got dressed.

            Lisa and Mandy, Cindy’s oldest daughters where still asleep which was not unusual. In spite of Cindy protesting that she did not approve of young girls running the streets at night, Lisa and Mandy came and went as they pleased. Sometimes they would come in at three or four in the morning. I learned to step back from the drama issues.

            Ashley was up with Tracy having cereal and watching the hip-hop music station. I paused and watched the barely dressed women shaking the butts. Both Ashley and Tracy were deep into it. The hot babes in the videos ranged from wearing string bikinis to nothing at all.

            My mind drifted to having Ashley and Tracy naked crawling over me sucking on my cock feeding me their tits and stuffing their pussies with my cock. I adjusted my hard-on down the leg of my jeans and Ashley turned and spotted the lump where my hand was. She looked up at me and then back to the video.

            I could see the crack of Tracy’s ass where she was sitting on the floor. I imagined my cock sliding down between her butt-cheeks. I was getting myself so worked up I couldn’t see straight.

            “Hey guys, do y’all want to go to the store with me?” I asked them.

            “Could we go by the Mall?” Tracy asked.

            “Sure, hurry and get some clothes on and we’ll go,” I said.

            They wasted no time getting dressed, though putting on their makeup took ten good minutes. I just told Cindy that the girls were going to the store with me and that we would be back shortly.

            Tracy got in the front and Ashley sat behind her. When we got down the street from the house I turned up the music. I hid behind my sunglasses. They sung loudly to the music all the way to the Mall.

I knew that Cindy would pitch a fit if she knew that Ashley and Tracy’s asses were hanging out the bottoms of their shorts going into the Mall. I let them do their thing and didn’t crowd them. I was close enough to observe them.

It didn’t take long for Ashley and Tracy to draw attention from three young men. I fell back a little and let the boys approach them. Both Tracy and Ashley were smiling from ear to ear. I assumed that the boys were cute to their standards.

When Ashley and Tracy began to walk with the boys, I followed father back allowing them the freedom to be themselves. They stopped at a photo booth and Tracy stepped inside with one of the boys. They were behind the curtain for about a minute and then the boy came out getting congratulations from the other two. The three boys took turns in the booth with Tracy. Tracy whispered something in Ashley’s ear and then she took turns with each of the boys in the booth. I figured that they were making out behind the curtain.

I stood out of their sight watching and following them as they continued walking the Mall. After a couple of hours, I decided to pull the plug. It was clear that they didn’t have any place they could go in the Mall to do more than what I had assumed they had done. I got close enough to the girls to motion them out to my SUV. I didn’t realize that the boys were going to follow them out.

I walked ahead of them and got in the driver’s seat and waited. I was surprised how boldly both Ashley and Tracy made out with each three of the boys in the parking lot before getting inside the SUV with me.

“Woooo! You go girls!” I exclaimed.

Tracy and Ashley giggled and compared notes on the boys. I listened and cheered them on. They seemed to be hornier than I was. I asked Tracy if she wanted me to take them over one of her boyfriend’s house. Tracy discussed it with Ashley and told me to take them to a boy’s house who I knew from Cindy had a bad reputation.

The thoughts running through my head of the girls getting fucked made me what to jerk off my cock as I drove. I dropped the girls off and told them that I would be back to get them in an hour and a-half. I went and had my SUV detailed and gave the girls an extra half hour at Tracy’s boyfriend house.

The look on Ashley’s face when I picked them up let me know that something happened. Tracy was real attentive to Ashley.

“How was your first time Ashley?” I asked.

Ashley gasped. “You know?”

“Of course,” I lied. “I can smell it on you.”

Tracy was silent and put her hand over her lap.

“I smell yours too Tracy,” I lied laughing.

“Does it feel like you still have it in you?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Ashley said.

“Don’t worry, it will only get better. Ain’t that right Tracy?” I said.

“Oh yeah,” Tracy said. I could tell that she was wondering about that.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned. “Both of y’alls pussies smell as good as your moms.”

“Really?” Ashley asked.

“Oh yeah,” I lied. “look how hard I’m getting. The smell of your mom’s pussy gets me excited like this. Y’alls pussies smell like hers.” I could tell by the way they were looking at the print of my cock and listening that they were falling for the bullshit that I was giving them. “Hey do y’all want me to teach you how to give a great blowjob like your mom does?”

“How?” Tracy asked.

“Let’s see if we can find a spot,” I said “It won’t take long to show you how to do it.” I winked at Ashley and turned up the music. I had to think fast of a spot to take the girls without putting us a risk of getting busted. It hit me that my mom was going on a trip and there would be no one at her house.

Ashley had been to my mother’s house, but Tracy hadn’t. I gave Tracy a quick tour and took them into my old bedroom.

“I’m going to show y’all how to give a good blowjob and then we’re going to get something to eat, ok?” I said to give them an incentive.

“Ok,” Tracy agreed.

The girls sat side-by-side as I pulled out my big hard cock. Judging by the expression on their faces, they were impressed.

“Ashley just do what Tracy does, ok?” I said. I figured that if I used Tracy to show Ashley that it would go smoother.

I gave Tracy a one-two-three step of instructions and she stroked my cock allowing the head to move freely in and out of her mouth like a pro. Her mouth stretch just wide enough to allow the head of my cock to pass in.

“You got what she did Ashley?” I said moving my cock to Ashley’s face.

With the same set of instructions Ashley did a great job sucking on the head of my cock while stroking the shaft. I didn’t linger too long. I got us quickly out of my mother’s house and on our way to pickup pizza. I drowned them with praise for the great blowjob, how grown and sexy they were, and hot enough for me to want to fuck both of them.

I called home letting Cindy know that we were bringing food. It sounded like Cindy had just gotten out of bed. My cock was throbbing hoping that I laid good enough ground work to screw Tracy and Ashley at some point in the near future.

Lisa and Mandy acted like they were starved, but did notice the makeup on Ashley’s face. I fired immediately at Lisa telling her that she had no room to talk with her pierced nipples. I flicked my tongue at her for humor and caused the others to laugh. Cindy didn’t make a fuss, so it went well.

b you cunt baby girl, make all that wetness come out."

I knelt beside her, faded jeans kicked into a crumpled pile
beside the bed. 
My cock enraged with a fire of its own, I slapped it over
her ashen powdered face taking time to rub the bell
shaped dome over her lips in slow teasing swipes.

"Fuck my mouth Sir; please," Meoki urged.

"Spurt right down my throat and choke me with it."

She continued to wipe at her crotch using her fingertips.
The black fishnet stockings now moist as her swollen
lips began poking through the small eliptical openings.

"I like it best when your bare beneath like that."

"Nothing but that pretty little cunny pressed all tight
and hot against your stockings."

Meoki began to shiver and I watched as her glossy
coal black Doc Martin's dug into the sheets
and she began to crest the wave of an orgasm.

"Stop----rip that fuckin crotch open now," I demanded.

"Grab your toy and fuck yourself for me, show me how
that cunt can squeeze the juice out just like it does
a real prick."

[IMG]http://www.sexstoriespost.com/forums/attachment.php?attachmentid=56373&stc=1&d=1192211700[/IMG] />Watching her this way I felt my balls begin to swell
with seed.  I wanted to jerk this well oiled loaded out
over her face and fill her mouth so I could watch
those creamy ribbons run down her tongue.

Meoki loved the taste of cum, the way it would dribble
down the back of her throat like small white worms
wiggling their way into her belly.

Clutching the thick green gel dildo that lay beside her;
Meoki had no hesitation in plunging it inside the now
churning cauldron of her pussy. 
Those tender violated lips clutching the now slick shaft
and plunging it deep within her as she stabbed
herself violently.

"Tear that pussy up for me you filthy little fucker," I
hissed.
[IMG]http://www.sexstoriespost.com/forums/attachment.php?attachmentid=56374&stc=1&d=1192211875[/IMG] />"All for you Sir, all my cunt honey covering it good
and thick for you," she whimpered.

My right hand continued to pull and wrestle the thick
skin up and down my shaft, feeling the slow tickle
build at the base and begin its languid creep up
my fuck tube.

With my left hand I gripped her cheeks firmly.
The pressure creating an oval of her mouth as her lips
spread open and I watched the azure blue of her lipstick
smear over my fingertips.

Thick strands of pre cum began weeping from the piss
hole of my prick as I jacked myself off over her.
Milking them over the tip of her tongue as it protruded
outward searching for those sweet candy drops she
always craved.

Listening to her fuck her pussy like this was something
that always set my loins on fire.  That subtle sucking
sound when she'd use her toys to plumb deep inside
herself.  Lost in that moment of reaching her climax
and not giving a shit as to how she came by it.

Watching as they split her wide and seeing
them coated with the foamy strands of her cunt
cream clinging to them.  Those tiny dribbles of
pure liquid ecstasy that smelled like warm ripe fruit
on a Summer's day.

Hearing her whimper and moan and knowing I was
a part of this most intimate of moments shared
between us was nothing short of raw intoxication. 
Her voice change timbre as she spoke aloud those filthy
thoughts in words that held no shame for either of us.

In those moments she became the whore of Babylon
riding atop her many headed beast and yet still
always remained my Goddess standing proud upon
that pedestal of female virtue.

"It's gonna squirt it out Sir, make me your dirty little bitch
so I cum mad hot," Meoki squeeled, breath catching
in her slender throat.

"Do it girl, shove that fucker up there and show me that
shit as it pours out!!!"
[IMG]http://www.sexstoriespost.com/forums/attachment.php?attachmentid=56375&stc=1&d=1192211875[/IMG] />That's what I'd been waiting for, that moment of
surrender when her body had betrayed itself and the
walls came crashing down like thunder cast from the
heavens by some angry God.

My fist now a heated band of flesh, wresting my
erection into a rhythm that blended with hers.
Our time had come and neither of us could fight
that delicious pull from our sex.  Giving to the
other all the passion pent up in this power play
of erotic tease and torment.

"Lap it up little one, eat my fuckin' load."

With this strangled keen I watched as the
first milky streamer erupted from the ragged split
of my cock tip.  Time seemed to suspend as it
created a slow arcing motion and fell across
the bridge of her nose.

Her tongue flicked out like a serpet scenting
the air to insure she caught what was to follow.
Meoki's hips bucked upward from the crumpled
sheets beneath her and I knew she was hitting
her cum as well.

"That's it bitch, slam it right up against
the roof of your cunt and cum all over it."
[IMG]http://www.sexstoriespost.com/forums/attachment.php?attachmentid=56376&stc=1&d=1192211875[/IMG] />"Show me where the fuck you live, down deep
inside that pussy where you can't hide from
shit."

Another spray came jetting out of me, this one
I made sure was going to find it's target as I held
the cock crown right between her lips.
I watched as it blurted out over her tonuge and
she raked it toward the back of her mouth to
swallow it down.

As I shot once more I pressed further inside
the warmth and wetness of  Meoki's mouth.
This time the ebbing stream coating the
roof of her mouth and hanging in tiny 
stalagtites where they slowly began choking
her as they fell toward the back of her throat.

Meoki coughed as she struggled to catch her
breath, all the while thrusting the green gel
intruder deeper inside herself.  Her boot heels
dug deep furrows into the sheets as her sweat
moist bottom clung to them and they
rumpled beneath her.

Her amber eyes rolled back within her brow,
those fuck eyes I'd come know so well as
she found release in her submission to me.
This knowledge acquired that home truely
is where the heart lies when found  within
those you trust and honor so preciously.

With my left hand I stilled her thrusting
with the toy, removing it from inside her so
that I could taste the pure rich nectar that
was her.  I knew she had come hard, she
always did this way.  This was our time to
come down with one another, our blending
of who we were as one entity.

Taking the toy I gathered my semen that
had trailed across her cheeks, upon the tip of it.
Holding it between our lips we tasted it with
each other, that fluid essence that was a part
of us both now combined.  Our tongues lashed
over it, both of us locked within this tribal ritual to
consume the other.

As always was our way we soon found our mouths
held fast upon the others.  Our tongues now dancing
one again and savoring the salty sweet mixture of
our passions well sated.  Breathing each other inside
and passing our spirit into the other.

"Rest little one, dream deeply and know this is
our world, our time within it now," I whispered to her
as I knelt down to kiss her fevered brow.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

>We all sat around our families poker table excited.

"You guys ever played this before?"

Quick to replay was Leslie, "No, why?"

"This will be fun then"

Of course Christie won the first game and she told me to french kiss her. We made out for a full minute. The table was set up like this: David was on Leslie's left, She was on my left, and I was on Christie's left. Christie also won the 2nd game.

"Now it gets interesting. Branden, french your sister."

"What!? That's sick!"

"Don't you think I'm atractive Branden?"

With that I lunged in and locked lips with her. That lasted longer than a minute. She blushed and we resumed. This time Leslie won.

"David, eat me out. I'm horny and i need it to be released."

"I don't have a choice in this do I? Damn."

We played while David ate Leslie with passion. About mid-game Leslie hit her point and soaked David's face with juices. After that game I won. What a victory this would be.

"Leslie, suck my dick. And it is not optional"

Christie had this sly grin on her face and was enjoying this. So, Leslie had to kneel this one out. She was amazing for someone who just started. I warned her that I was gonna cum and she didn't let up. When I finally did cum she swallowed most of it and the rest ended up on her face. Christie licked it off and we continued. Christie won this time, shit.

"Branden, suck David's cock."

"I knew this would happen, but I hoped I wasn't the one who would have to suck."

I unzipped his pants and this 5 inch thing plopped out. I chuckled and started to suck. As they played on without warning, David came in my mouth. I gagged a bit and eventually swallowed it. I sat back in my chair and by that time Christie had won again.

"How often do you play? This is rediculous."

"Enough to whoop you guys. Now, Branden, fuck David's ass like there is no tomorrow."

David almost started to cry as I grabbed the lube. I lubed up and in all 8 inches went. He clenched his fists and acted like it was no big deal. After about 6 minutes of pleasure I came in his ass for punishment of not warning me when I blew him. Leslie won this game.

"Alright," Christie said," one more game after this."

Leslie also had the option of doing anything to anyone as long as she did it. She got down on her knees and started sucking my dick. I was in heaven again. She took her time this go around. She let my cum go in her hair, eye, and all over her face. What a shock Christie won, again. This time she pulled me up and ripped my pants off as well as hers. I stripped without questioning as did she. She layed me down and straddled me.

"Wow, that's something. Can we fuck too, Branden?" Leslie persisted.

"Yes, as soon as I cum in her pussy, o god this is amazing."

With on last bounce I came all in Christie's cunt. After 3 minutes of rest Leslie climbs on top of me.

I will write a sequal if enough people write me