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   When Johnathan Frasier arrived at his brother's house, he raised his
hand to knock on the door.  Then, for the first time in his life, he
stopped himself.  On any normal day, John could've just walked in.  Doors
in The Community are never locked, and visitors are always welcome.  And to
his dear twin brother, John was the most beloved visitor of all.

   But this was no normal day.  His brother was not at home today, and the
fact that John would need to come to terms with, is that he never will be
again.  Jason Frasier died yesterday.  The Community had a funeral service
for him this morning.  He is buried next to their mother in Community
Cemetery, and besides his brother he is survived by his wife and daughter.
Two people, on any normal day, John couldn't wait to spend quality time
with.  Now, standing there hesitating at their front door, he realized he
hadn't even figured out what to say to them.

   It was a moonless night.  Stars abounded The Community's night sky due
to a lack of light pollution.  John reached into his jacket and pulled out
a cigarette.  He fiddled with the lighter; it wasn't a cold night but his
hands were shaking.  When he finally got a spark, the flame illuminated a
front door that was slightly ajar.  No doubt a number of visitors had come
and gone since this morning to give their condolences to the grieving
family.  John knew he should've been the first of them.

   The guilt spurring him to action, John threw down his cigarette and
snuffed it.  He knocked and lightly pushed the door open, and stepped into
the house.

   It was dark inside, the only light that was turned on spilled into the
living room from over the kitchen counter.  It was nearly impossible for
John to spot his sister-in-law, sitting there on the living room couch; she
was dressed in all black, still even wearing her mourning veil.  It was an
anomaly to John to see her clothed, at all, while on that couch; usually
when John'd walk into their home he'd find her bent over it getting pounded
by Jason or any of the other men of The Community.  John wondered to
himself why she hadn't changed out of her funeral clothes...  it was so
late in the night that she couldn't have had any visitors in the past hour
or so.  But then John realized, removing her veil meant admitting that
Jason was gone forever, and that she wasn't ready to accept that yet. 
Neither was he.

   Her face was buried in her hands.  Not wanting to startle her, John
stood a few feet away and cleared his throat.  She looked up, and
immediately sprang up and ran into his arms.  She buried her face in his
shoulder, he could feel her tears and the heat of her breath.

   "Lara...  how you holdin' up?"

   "Oh John...  I miss him..."

   "I do too, Lara," John consoled while rubbing her back.  "I do, too..."

   Lara pulled back from his shoulder so she could look at John's face. 
John saw that she must've been sobbing heavily, the tears made her makeup
bleed down her cheeks.  "Oh John," she whimpered, caressing his face, "I'm
so sorry.  You've known him for so much longer than I have.  I can't
imagine what it's like to lose your own twi-"

   "Nono - I'm fine, really." he reassured her.  "How's Sophie doing?"

   Lara's eyes widened.  She glanced over her shoulder at the stairs behind
her, before turning back to John and whispering, "Oh, John, I'm so worried
about her.  She hasn't slept or eaten *anything* since yesterday.  And you
saw her at the funeral this morning!  It's like she was - was..."

   "Like she wasn't all...  there." John continued for her.  "Yeah, I saw.
She didn't talk to anyone the whole time...  and she held this thousand
yard stare..."

   "Oh, John, I'm scared for her.  It's not normal for a 5 year old girl to
react like this.  She doesn't talk to me, or anyone else, she doesn't eat,
she doesn't want to suck dick, she doesn't- doesn't even cry, John!  I
don't know what's going on in her head!  It's not healthy to just, bottle
up your emotions like that!"

   At this point Lara had broken out of the hug and was pacing the living
room, flustered.  John could only stand there and listen to her.

   "John, I don't know what to do!  I don't, I don't know how to handle
these kinds of situations!  No one in The Community does!  And I've told
Jay, I've *told* him, we need therapists here in The Community.  Ones with
qualifications and with really big cocks...  who know how to talk to
children who are going through trauma and how to fuck them as part of the
therapy.  The Runners need to go out there and LOOK for-"

   "Shh, shhhh, I know, Lara, I know..." John rubbed her arm down as he
shushed her; her voice had become quite raised.  "Listen, I'll uh - I'll go
up and, and I'll talk to her.  Maybe she just needs someone to talk to."

   "John, listen to me." Her tone suddenly shifted from sorrowful to
somewhat assertive.  "John, when you're done talking to her, I want you to
fuck her face.  You need to feed her a big load." Lara led her hand down
and felt up his balls.  "You haven't cum since yesterday, right?"

   "Lara..." he was visibly troubled by this request.  "Lara you know I
can't just-"

   "John.  Listen.  I know that...  it's...  HARD...  for you.  But, this
is a really hard time for all of us.  And Sophia she, hasn't even had a
drink of sperm since...  since Jason, since before he..."

   "Lara..."

   She began to weep.  "John, ever since she was 3 months old, my baby
hasn't gone a single day...", she continued proudly and sadly, "..without
drinking at least a few loads worth of life giving cum from her daddy.  In
the morning when she'd wake up, at night when she's getting tucked in, and
every moment in between, Daddy's bottle was waiting for her.  And now all
of a sudden it's....  Today, some of the men who came to visit us tried to
feed her, but she just wouldn't take.  And I KNOW John, I just KNOW that's
what's causing her to act so-"

   "Lara, Lara.  Calm down, please.  I'll take care of her.  She's my niece
after all.  And don't worry, I'll be gentle with her."

   "No, John.  No!" His sister-in-law shook her head at him, in total
bewilderment at his last statement.  "John, you know Sophia likes to be
given it rough.  Her Dad used to choke her on it, shove it down balls deep
in her throat, and sometimes he'd even-"

   "Right, right; I know; I'v seen how good Jason made love to little
Sophia; Don't you worry." John spun her around as he slipped past her, and
backed his way up towards the steps.  "Listen, you should eat something,"
he said as he motioned with his hands towards the kitchen.  "And try to get
some rest!  I can take it from here."

   John was keen to end that conversation.  He was a very bad liar; both he
and Lara knew this.

   As John ascended the steps, he expected to hear the sound of crying, but
instead he heard nothing at all.  The anxiety that plagued her mother began
to infect him as well.  On the last few steps he quickened his pace, only
to be greeted by a wholly unfamiliar sight: his niece's bedroom door. 
Specifically, that it was closed.  John was only used to seeing it wide
open, and the sound of her getting rutted by a large, adult cock could be
heard from down the road.

   Once again John found himself hesitating, and once again he had to
remind himself to be strong for his family.  His only family.  Thankfully
he didn't need a cigarette this time to remind him of that.

   A knock and a call was met with pin drop silence.  His heart sank, but
luckily the door was unlocked.  It opened without so much as a squeak, due
to its underuse.

   Inside her bedroom, Sophia Frasier was sitting on the side of her bed,
looking out her window.  She was in her nightgown, her hair had been
combed, and the bed was made.  She was visibly ready for bed, in all but
her facial expression.  She stared out the window, blankly.

   John approached with caution, trying his best to make his presence known
without scaring the poor girl.  As we walked towards her, he expected her
to turn to him and greet him, but she didn't.  Even until the point he was
right up next to her, the girl hadn't moved an inch.  She remained staring
out the window, unblinking.

   A moment of awkward silence had passed, and John wanted to weep upon
seeing his dear niece so broken.  But he had to be strong.  He put his hand
on her shoulder, and spoke softly, "Hey, there, kiddo.  You doin' OK? 
Anything you wanna talk about?  I'm here for you."

   At last Sophia looked up and met eyes with her uncle.  John was
surprised to not see redness in her eyes or cheeks from tears.  Instead,
the girl was savage pale, as if she'd seen a ghost.  Her expression was
completely blank; it was as if instead of being filled with feelings of
sadness, that she had no feeling at all.

   Their eye contact lasted only briefly.  She then turned her attention to
his crotch; her hands raised up to undo his belt buckle.  John didn't like
it.  There was something very off.  She didn't do so like a 5 year old slut
hungry for cock (the way John had witnessed her take off her father's pants
countless times), but rather more like a girl who'd been taught by her
mother that it was only good manners in The Community to suck off a man
that came up to your bedroom.

   "Woah, woah!" John stopped her.  "I uh, I just came to talk." Upon this
Sophia let go of his belt and turned back, almost robotically, to facing
out the window.

   John did his pants back up before continuing.  "Is it alright if I sit
down?" Not expecting a response this time, he simply plopped down next to
her on the bed.

   After a few more moments of awkward silence, John reached into his
jacket pocket.  "I brought something for you." He pulled it out, but Sophia
did not turn to see it, so he held it towards her.  "Look, it's a baseball.
But!  This this isn't just any baseball..."

   When he saw that this still did not prompt a reaction from his niece,
John calmed down his excited tone before resuming his story.  "You know,
when your Daddy and I were little, we didn't live in The Community.  We had
it rough, yknow, and not in the good way, haha.  We, uh, we had to hide. 
We couldn't tell our friends or teachers that our parents fucked us, yknow,
they woulda been sent to jail.  But, it wasn't all bad!  There were some
things we could do, like go to baseball games.  You know, in the big
stadiums."

   Sophia did not so much as blink.  John went on, "Your Daddy loved
baseball.  Our Daddy did too.  We didn't have a ton of money, and baseball
tickets are *expensive*, so he really only took us to Minor League games.
But one day, Daddy surprised us.  Somehow, he'd gotten us tickets to the
World Series!  That's like, the Super Bowl of Baseball.  You know, the
Finals.  He got us ALL tickets, even for Mom, even for me, even though I
wasn't that interested in baseball.  We all went together, we had to go
super early, and we all sat together as a family."

   "The game was super exciting.  Legendary pitchers on both sides, it was
nil-nil in the bottom of the 7th.  Then, the hometeam's DH, he hits a grand
slam!  And- you know a grand slam, right?  It's when the bases are loaded
and the batter hits a homerun.  That's 4 runs at once!  So, the homerun,
books it to right field, right where we're sitting.  And your Daddy, he
puts his hand up - no glove!  - he puts his hand up, and catches it.  10
years old, and he caught the grand slam that won the world series."

   John held the baseball close to his chest.  "Your Daddy kept this
baseball in a glass case, he wouldn't let anyone touch it, not even us.  It
was the greatest treasure in the world to him.  That was before you were
born, haha....  It was so hard for me to understand his infatuation with
this baseball.  You know, your Daddy and I, we're identical twins, but we
couldn't be more different.  In some ways, we're opposites.  He liked
sports, I liked comic books.  He's a dom, I'm a sub.  He likes to give, I
like to receive.  He's into girls, and I'm...  into boys."

   None of this was new information to Sophia, who still sat statuesque on
the bed beside him.  She knew that her uncle was a boy-lover, probably the
gayest man in the entire Community.  Many a time have they sat next to each
other on the couch, a dick on both of their asses, and held hands as they
got drilled reverse cowgirl style.  The baseball story might've been new,
but she seemed disinterested.  Nevertheless, John continued.

   "It's not easy, yknow, for pedophile parents to raise twins.  One child
already requires so much attention and care, imagine two at once!  So, our
parents split the work.  Mom was always very fond of Jason.  We were pretty
well hung for that age, you know.  He always had his choice of any of her 3
holes.  She tried to encourage me to be into women as well, she'd say,
she'd tell me to DP her with my brother, she even gave me the choice that
time of her pussy or her ass.  But Dad told her not to force me.  He said
that it was perfectly normal that I wasn't into women.  More than anyone
else, he understood me..."

   John's voice began to trail off.  He himself turned to looking out the
window, and became lost in his own reverie.  "I always knew, that no matter
what, my Dad would be there for me.  That he'd have all the answers.  To
me, he was invincible.  Every day in school, I'd daydream about what he'd
do to me that night.  He was always the one who decided the positions in
which he'd fuck me.  He was always in control.  That was how I liked it. 
When he was inside me, I felt safe.  It felt like...  I was invincible
too."

   John closed his eyes.

   "One night, Daddy was tucking me in.  He had cum twice, once in my ass
and one down my throat.  We were lying in bed together, he was holding me
tight in his arms.  He was stroking my hair, he kissed my head, and he told
me something I'd never thought I'd hear.  He said there was this place,
this 'community', where people live without fear.  That they could be who
they really are, and that they didn't have to hide it from anyone.  And
then he said something even more unbelievable.  He said he'd take us there.
He just needed to save up some money.  'Just give me time, John,' he said
to me.  'Just give me time, and I promise you.  I promise you that you will
grow up in a place where you can be yourself, not just at home but always,
and that you'll never be afraid ever again.'"

   John opened his eyes.

   "And then he died."

   Sophia turned to her uncle, her eyes widened.

   "I didn't understand anything back then.  Not even my own emotions.  It
wasn't sadness I felt, I wasn't grieving...  I was angry.  Angry at my Dad.
All that time, I'd thought he was invincible.  But he wasn't."

   John shook his head, and sighed deeply.  "We buried him; I didn't cry at
the funeral.  Weeks passed, Mom and Jason had grieved and moved on.  But I
couldn't.  I was still angry.  He told me that he'd take me to a safe
haven. That I could grow up being who I was.  I couldn't forgive him for
breaking that promise."

   "One day, Mom brought a man home with her, and she told us to pack our
things.  Not everything, mind you, only the essentials." He turned to his
niece.  "Your Daddy took his prized baseball of course, he wasn't going to
leave that behind."

   "Our father's life insurance money had come in, and Mom didn't want to
waste a second.  She didn't tell us where we were going, but I knew." John
tilted his head back, and stared up at the ceiling.  "When we got here, it
was like we arrived at Heaven.  Cocks and pussies, big and small, all
willing to fuck and be fucked.  I must've been taken by 10 men that first
day alone."

   John looked back down to face his niece.  "I thought it would make me
happy.  That night, in my room, in our new Community house, I cried.  I
missed my Dad.  I wished he could've been there with us.  I wish I could've
said sorry for being mad at him for no reason.  I wish..." as John's voice
choked up, Sophia's expression became more empathetic.  "I wish he could've
seen how happy we were."

   John took a minute to collect himself before he continued.  "That night,
my brother came into my room.  This baseball was in his hand - the first
time he'd taken it out of its glass case.  He gave it to me.  It was his
most valued possession and he gave it to me." John held the baseball up
once more.  "I couldn't think of anything to say.  But I didn't have to. 
Jason tore off my clothes, pinned me to the bed, and gave me a night I'd
never forget.  He fucked me hard and deep, with love and tenderness.  The
way Daddy did.  He was able to satisfy me, in a way no one else would."

   John lowered the baseball into Sophia's lap.  Her eyes were filled with
wonderment; she was hearing an aspect of her late father's life that she
never knew of before.  To see that he had touched another life the same way
he touched hers, that another person was going through what she was going
through, it must've been incredibly comforting for her.

   John got off the bed and onto his knees, and faced his niece.  He cupped
her hands in his, and looked up to her.  "Sophia, sometimes, we're hurting,
and what's really hard to realize in those times is that the people around
us are hurting too.  Your mom, Sophia...  she's sick.  She's got a case of
the worrywarts.  But you know what the good news is?  You've got the cure.
It's buried deep inside you, and it's something only you can give her.  Do
you know what that cure is?" Sophia gave her head the littlest shake.

   "It's your smile." John said as he poked at her cheek, where he knew a
dimple would soon appear.  Sophia was smiling.  Her eyes began to blink
rapidly, as if making up for all the time they spent open.

   John could see her eyes becoming watery.  He realized she was ready to
let out a good cry, and figured it was best to give her the privacy to do
so.

   "Well, kiddo, it's gettin' late.  You've had a long day.  You should get
some sleep." He picked up the baseball and placed it on her bedside table,
between her hairbrush and her lube.  Sophia slipped under her covers, and
laid to rest on her pillow.  John pulled the comforter over her, tucked her
in, and kissed her goodnight on the lips.

   John turned off the light and closed the door to her room as he left. 
As he descended the steps, he was surprised to hear the sound of crying. 
Not coming from behind him, but rather below.  They were choked sobs, of a
woman trying her best to hold in her emotions but who couldn't bear the
weight of them.

   John crept down slowly but quickly to his sister-in-law.  He found her
exactly as she'd been when he entered the house: on the couch, still in her
mourning veil, her face in her hands, only this time sniffing and
whimpering.  By the time he was standing right over her, she could feel his
presence, and she looked up at him.  "How is she?" Lara sniffled.  No
matter what they were going through, their child's wellbeing is always the
first and foremost thing on a mother's mind.

   "Oh, she's just fine." John comforted her, putting one hand on her
shoulder.  "I just tucked her into bed.  I'm sure she'll be better in the
morning."

   Lara looked a bit confused.  "Um, ok...  John did you cum inside her so
quickly?" she entreated concernedly.  "You know, Jas- her father, used to
fuck her for at least a good half hour before tucking her in.  Really tired
her out so that she could drift off to sleep.  How many loads did you feed
her, just one?"

   John cleared his throat, and began to tug at his collar.  "Well, ah...
you know she was already just about ready to sleep by the time I went up
there.  She was really tired already, yknow.  So I just, told her a story
and tucked her in."

   Lara hung her forehead in her palms, distraught.  "John, you *know* that
little girls need a good helping of sperm every night to help them sleep
well." She spoke as if this was a universally acknowledged truth.  "Now,
she'll wake up in the late night, crying for her 'bottle'." Lara looked
back up at John, and tugged pleadingly on the bottom of his jacket.  "John
can you stay the night, please?  If she asks for her bottle tonight, I
don't know what I'm gonna do..."

   "Oh!  Ahm- yes.  I mean, I'd love to.  It's just that, I've got some
urgent things I've got to take care of tonight..." said John, lying badly.

   "Oh." Lara uttered after a moment's pause, in disbelief.  "Well," she
raised her palm up to her temple again.  "Well, you'll be back tomorrow
morning, right?  I mean, you're moving in with us.  Right?  To take care of
Sophie."

   John began to feel sweat roll down his back.  He knew what he had to do,
but he didn't have the strength to do it.  His hand shot up to wipe the
sweat from the nape of his neck, but he then snapped his fingers to mimic a
positive attitude.  "Lara, I've got it!" he exclaimed, trying to feign an
epiphany.  "The Community's Big Brothers program!  They have sleep overs
with toddlers all the time!  Those teenagers are trained to take tender
care of little ones.  I wouldn't really be the best person for the job,
yknow."

   Lara was shaking her head, her gaze askew.  Her hands shot up and waved
around, as if to say, stop everything.  "John...  what did you just say?"

   "The Big Brothers program, Lara!  It's the one where they pair teenagers
with-"

   "No, no." Lara stood to face John.  In her heels, she was eye level with
him, but seeing her gaze into his eyes through her veil, he felt so small
compared to her.  "John, did I just hear you say that you're not the best
person?  To take care of Sophia?  Your Own niece!?" she took a deep breath,
"There is nobody else in the whole community that would be a better match
to nourish her with daddy milk!"

   John cast his face downward.  "Lara, you know what I am..."

   He felt a tender touch below his chin, gently bringing him up to face
her again.  "I do know what you are, John.  You're Sophia's uncle.  Your a
pedophile like your brother...  like me and everyne else in the community
and yur love and cherish children like we all do.  There's no one else in
the entire Community better suited to take care of her needs, right now,
than you."

   John shook his head.  "Lara..." He gently brushed her arm away.  "Lara,
I'm a homosexual...  a boy-lover...  I'm just not into women.  I can't
change who I am."

   "You don't have to.  You just need to be a man and be Sophia's uncle."
Lara spoke to John with some condescension, as if this is something he
should already realize.  "John, this isn't about you or me.  This is about
Sophia.  If I had a cock, John, I wouldn't be asking for your help.  A
toddler *needs* sperm from a biological relative, on a daily basis.  This
is about her growth, John, her development."

   "Lara, please don't guilt me into this-"

   "John do you know why I came to The Community?" Lara immediately began,
as if she intended to do exactly that.  "When I was a little girl, my
father loved me.  The way a little girl is *meant* to be loved.  With his
cock.  I craved it, worshipped it.  Nothing on the face of this earth
brought me more joy....  One day, I confided in a friend: I told her, why
not try it yourself?  You can try to seduce your dad.  You'll love the
feeling of him inside you, trust me..."

   Lara's voice began to choke up.  John took a deep breath and braced
himself.  He had heard this story before; he knew where this was going. 
"It all happened so fast," Lara murmured.  "Before we knew it, he was in
prison.  For LIFE, John.  And it was all my fault." Lara continued to speak
pointedly, through her tears.  "I could never forgive myself.  Until, one
day, I visited Daddy in prison.  He told me about The Community.  He told
me to leave him, to move on with my life." Lara's voice was cracking, but
she didn't slow down.  "But he made me give him a promise.  I needed to
promise him that in The Community, I'd marry a man, and bear his children.
And that every day, my husband would fuck those children, nursing them on
his cock.  And that our children - my father's grandchildren - could go to
school the next day and tell everyone about all the ways their Daddy fucked
them.  Because in The Community, they would never be afraid..." her voice
trailed off.

   John knew he had to think of something to say to console her.  But
before he could even say anything, Lara spoke up again, "and he TRIED,
John! He tried his best to fulfill my father's wishes.  Every night, no
matter how tired he was, he always crawled into bed with me and fucked me
hard.  No matter how many times he came inside of Sophie that day, his
balls always had some cum left to creampie my mature mommy pussy.  We were
going to have so many children together..."

   Lara was overcome.  She buried her face in her hands.  John massaged her
shoulders.  "Lara, I know you're afraid of Sophia going through the same
thing you did.  Sophia's father might not be with her now, but she doesn't
have to grow up completely alone.  That's the great thing about The
Community, Lara!  There are plenty of guys here who would be willing to
take care of Sophie!  Just think, she could have a different cock inside of
her every night..."

   Lara's whimpering had stopped abruptly.  Her head slowly raised to face
John, her eyebrows slanted downward in reproval.  Lara stomped on over to
the light switch, never-minding that the loud steps of her heels on the
hardwood floor might wake her daughter.  After flipping the lights on she
stomped on back to face John, before immediately sinking to her knees.  She
furiously undid his belt, and yanked his pants down.  Surly she was not
concerned to wake Sophia

   "Look at this cock, John!" she yelled up at him, holding his flaccid
piece in her hands.  "Look at it!  It's the exact same size and shape", she
sucked his limp cock head and shaft before continuing, "the same texture as
my late husband's cock!  Down to the vein, John!" John's hands shot up to
his face, embarrassed.  "I don't need Sophia to get fucked or fed by the
'Big Brothers' program or by any other cock in The Community!" Lara
admonished.  "Sophia needs THIS COCK, John!  And you're going to keep it
away from her??" She ended her sentence but was still stroking his now
hardening cock.

   "Lara, I'm NOT her FATHER!"

   "I'M NOT ASKING YOU TO BE HER FATHER!" Lara shot up to face John once
again, her words piercing his heart like a knife.  "I'm asking you to be
her pedophile child loving uncle."

   John couldn't bear to face Lara anymore.  He turned his head to the side
in shame.  Only this time, he felt no tender touch to console him.

   "I knew it." Lara sobbed bitterly.  "I always knew.  You're not half the
man your brother was.  Jason would ashamed of you.  You don't have what it
takes to take care of Sophia.  You're just a good-for-nothing, low-life,
selfish, FAGGOT!!"

   Lara shoved him, and he nearly fell backwards.  She was only 2/3rds his
weight, but the force of her words hit harder than anything else.  John
dared not raise his hands against his beloved brother's wife.  He could
only look up at her and meagerly reply, "I'm sorry, Lara.  I really am."

   John turned to walk out the door, pulling his pants back up.  He hadn't
even done up his fly when he felt a tugging at his arm.  Before he knew it,
he was being dragged backward, and flung onto the living room couch behind
him.  He fell onto his back on the couch, his pants still down, and,
surprisingly, his cock upwards, erect.  He hadn't realized it until now:
the berating and manhandling he'd received from his sister-in-law had
gotten him hard.  Once a sub, always a sub.

   Before John could even recover Lara was already on top of him, her legs
on either side of him, pinning him to the couch.  Her tight black dress
barely needed to be hiked up in order to expose her pussy.  And, of course,
like most summer days she wore no panties underneath.  She spit into her
hand before giving John's cock a few good strokes, as she positioned
herself on top of it.

   "Lara, what!  What are you doing!" John shrilled, still disoriented.

   "I haven't had a cock inside me since the funeral." Lara spoke down to
John as she took off her veil and flung it away.  "If you're not going to
fuck my daughter, at least put your faggot cock to good use."

   John couldn't look away as his sister-in-law guided his uncontrollably
hard member into her slit.  As she sank down to the hilt, John covered his
own mouth as not to scream - he couldn't bear to wake up his niece to see
this.  Though, Lara slammed her hips down on him with such force and moaned
so loudly that it would be amazing if Sophia slept through this at all.

   After riding him for some time Lara leaned forward onto John, her face
inches away from his.  He could feel her hot breath against the tears
running down his face.  "What's the matter, John?" Lara derided, "don't
know how to please a woman?" She started hammering down onto him even
harder as she spoke, in a reverse mating-press.  "Here," Lara grabbed both
of John's wrists and yanked them away from his mouth.  "Let me - unh - SHOW
you!" She placed both of his hands on her breasts, and forced him to grope
her.  She then leaned in once more, and planted her lips on his.

   With his brother's widow's tongue deep in his own throat, John could
only find respite in contemplating the irony of his current situation.  If
anyone from the outside world had seen him get fucked as a small boy, first
by his father and then by several adult men of The Community, they would've
called it statutory rape.  But never once did John feel, in those times,
like he was being forced to do anything he didn't want to do.  But if
someone were to see him now, an adult man, with a gorgeous woman on top of
him quite literally hungry for his cock, no one would think of it as rape.
But to John, it was.

   And yet despite it all, John felt close to cumming.  He let out a little
whimper, and Lara pulled away slightly, looking at him more with irritation
than pity.  "Lara, please!" he begged.  "I gonna - ahhh - gonna cum!!"

   "Then do it, you fag," Lara let out as she gripped his neck in her
hands, taking complete control.  "Put your seed to good use.  Give Sophia
the little brother she always wanted!"

   There was no fight left in John.  He had been holding back from cumming,
but he saw no point to it anymore.  He, too, hadn't cum since before
yesterday.  If he tried to hold on any longer he felt his balls would
explode.  He prepared himself to let go, all it'd take is a few...  more...

   Nothing.  Suddenly, Lara stopped pounding down onto John.  She unlatched
from his cock and raised her hips off him, turning around to look behind
her, towards upstairs.  His sloppy cock throbbed and bounder in his lap as
if he was getting some boy-pussy.

   "Did you hear that??" she exclaimed in a whisper, turning back to John.
He had no time to reply; she'd already slipped off of him, bounding for the
steps.  It took John a full minute to realize he should probably run up
after her.  He staggered to his feet, catching his breath.  He held up his
pants in his hands and hurried up the steps to his niece's bedroom.

   Sophia was sitting upright on the bed.  Her head was resting on her
knees; she was sniveling pitifully, her mother rubbing her back.  Even
standing in the doorway, John could barely hear her; it's amazing Lara was
able to hear while fucking John so loudly.  Mothers seem to have a 6th
sense when it comes to taking care of their children.

   "Shh...  what's wrong baby?  You couldn't fall asleep because there's no
cummies in your tummy?" Lara inquired knowingly.  Sophia nodded with her
head still buried in her knees.  "Oh I know baby, I know." Lara looked up
to see John, and feigned a gasp.  "Look baby, Daddy's here!"

   Sophia looked up towards John.  He felt incredibly uncomfortable being
referred to as Sophia's father.  Still panting heavily, his shirt drenched
from sweat, he could only let out an awkward smile.  It took every bit of
his self restraint to not pull out a cigarette.  If he were to smoke in
Sophia's bedroom, he wasn't quite certain Lara wouldn't kill him where he
stood.

   John braced himself.  Sophia was more than capable of telling the
difference between him and Jason.  He had no doubt that she'd break out
wailing once she recognized her fruitcake of an uncle standing in her
father's place.

   But to his surprise, that wasn't what happened.  When she saw him,
blinking through her tears, her eyes glistened, full of hope.  She smiled
at John a warm innocent smile, the kind a little girl makes when she wants
a man to fuck her, nice and hard and deep.  How could any man refuse such
an invitation, even one as gay as John?

   "Look, baby, look!  Daddy's already hard for you!" Lara pointed at
John's twitching member, a wad of precum suspended from its tip.  "You know
Daddy thingy always goes up when he sees his wittle pwincess" Lara joked as
she pinched Sophia's cheek, as if Sophia wasn't able to hear them fucking
from up here.  "Come on, Daddy." Lara patted the edge of the bed.  "What
are you waiting for?  Your baby needs you."

   As John approached the bed, Lara let out another laugh.  "Silly Daddy,
what are you doing with your pants still on!" she quipped, making Sophia
giggle through her tears.  John's face became as red as his groin was.  He
whisked his pants off clumsily before climbing up onto the bed.

   Lara put up some of the pillows against the headboard.  Sophia hiked up
her nightgown and leaned back.  They did this in sync; this was clearly
part of their nightly routine.  The only difference was that now, the man
at the edge of the bed was not her father, no matter how much he looked
like him.

   Sophia brought her legs up to her shoulders, exposing her innocent,
well-fucked, toddler pussy to her uncle.  Not once in his life did John
desire to be inside of one.  But now, his brother's orphan looking up at
him with pleading eyes, John was determined to do whatever it took to make
this poor girl happy.  And he knew exactly what it took.

   Lara hastily reached behind her and grabbed Sophia's bottle of kiddy
cunny lube from the bedside table, knocking over the prize baseball in the
process, which rolled onto the floor.  No one seemed to pay it any mind.

   "OK, baby, let's make sure you're nice and wet for Daddy.  You know your
Daddy is nice and hung- do you want it in your pussy or ass, baby?  Pussy?
Yes that's right.  You're going to have Daddy's baby!  Some day you'll be a
mommy too!" Lara flipped the lid and barely needed to squeeze the bottle to
get the lube to come out - it was a full bottle.  They must've have taken
it out before Jason died, thinking her father would go through that entire
bottle with his daughter.  But it wasn't to be.

   The flow of lube fell onto her clit and rolled down the innie lips of
her pussy.  Lara poured out a little more before delving her middle finger
into her little one's hungry welcoming hole.  Her digit went in as far as
it could go, and Lara rolled her finger around inside of her daughter to
get the walls of her passage as slippery wet as possible.  While she did,
her thumb played with Sophie's clit.  Ever since Sophia was inside of Lara,
Lara couldn't wait to be inside of Sophia.  She didn't have a cock with
which to do so, but she always made do as best she could using just her
fingers.

   Lara withdrew her hand and placed it on John's back.  "There you go
Daddy, she's all ready for you." She gave his back a firm push, and John
leaned forward to place both his hands on the headboard; his face looking
down was nose-to-nose with Sophia.  He didn't need to bring his hand down
to guide his cock into his niece; Lara was taking care of that for him. 
With a firm experienced hand she guided his engorged uncle cock to her
cunny entrance.

   Sophia's hands reached up under John's shirt, and kneaded his curly
chest-hair.  She always said her Daddy was her teddy bear.  It was
convenient that John could accommodate her in the same way.

   As the head of John's cock parted the Sophia's pussy lips, she shut her
eyes tightly.  John didn't know if this was to brace herself for the pain,
or if she was trying to imagine her father in his place.  Whatever she was
thinking, John would need to fuck her good all the same.

   "Aanh~"

   Sophia's whimper was the first sound she'd made since the funeral.  Even
though she was 5 and very used to sex at this age, her pussy just hadn't
developed enough to accommodate such a big cock often.  That didn't mean it
wasn't meant to be fucked by one, though.  She and her daddy would take
their time to stretch her at night before having daddy daughter time. 
Tonight there was more emotional urgency and need in her movements.

   John made love to his little 5 year old niece tantrically.  His hips
worked against gravity to fuck his niece as gently as possible.  At the
lowest point in his descent, he was barely more than halfway into her,
before he couldn't go any further.  But you don't need to get balls-deep
inside of a 5 year old girl in order to fuck her properly.  Sophia's little
girl cunny was quivering with the feeling of a vary familiar cock that she
was emotionally missing and craving.

   Sophia's hands kneaded his chest harder, and her whimpers became even
more high pitched.  This only made John want to go faster for some reason;
he was unsure of whether he should.  But it was just then that Sophia
extended her neck to give John a peck on the lips, before ducking her head
under him and burying her face in his chest.  Her legs then came around him
and hooked across his back, pulling him into her.  John understood what she
was saying: "Fuck me harder,...  Daddy." He was happy to oblige.

   John took his hands off the headboard and placed it on either side of
Sophia.  He pressed down into the bed, deepening it more than her weight
did.  He then poised his cock vertically onto her pussy, and began
jackhammering down into her rapidly.  Each time he fell upon her with a
loud PLAP, drilling her into the bed, Sophia would let out a sharp squeal
between moans of pleasure.

   John finally realized what it must've felt like for his own father, when
he fucked baby John all those years ago.  Every shriek and moan and giggle
that came with every thrust was proof that you were making your child
happy; it was music to a parent's ears.  Lara was right.  How could he have
kept this cock from Sophie?  If he could, he would keep fucking her
forever. But nature doesn't work that way.  Children don't just need to be
fucked by a cock, they need the result of that...  They need and crave
'daddy milk'.  A big load of daddy jizz is just what a little girl like
Sophia needs at a time like this.

   "Sophie," John heard Lara moan.  She must've been pleasuring herself,
seeing her daughter taken care of so well.  "Do you want Daddy to cum for
you?"

   John could feel Sophie nodding into his chest.  He didn't need to do
anything consciously at that point.  His balls responded as if they had a
will of their own, one that was made to serve Sophia's interests, as
opposed to his own.  Before she'd finished nodding his balls were already
contracting hard and erupting at the girl's wish.  John pummeled down one
last time, being sure to shoot his seed as deep in her womb as it could
reach.  His entire body spasmed with every rope that shot out.  It was the
first time John came inside of a little girl let alone a woman in a long
time.  It was an amazing feeling, and there was no better person on the
planet to share it with that his own niece.

   Sophia's screams stopped abruptly, which prompted John to look down at
her.  She'd opened her mouth wide.  John felt like a fool for forgetting
his duty.  He knew that Sophia always liked to take the last strands down
her throat, from watching his late brother feed and make daddy love to his
daughter whenever he had visiting.  John pulled out while he was still
ejaculating, which proved difficult; her pussy lips gripped him like a bear
trap.  When he emerged, he fumbled onto his knees.  In his rush to get as
much sperm into her mouth as possible, he fell forward, putting the entire
weight of his body into his plunge down her throat.  If there weren't
several pillows behind her, Sophia's head would've crashed into the
headboard.  He caught himself on the backwall, and by this time his cock
was at her throat barrier, warm semen painting her esophagus.

   The pair remained like this for some time.  At 5 years old, she'd
already gotten rid of her gag reflex.  John could feel her trying to
breathe through her nose, but his cock was in there so deep it blocked the
air hole to her nose.  Still, the girl made no effort to push him off, and
John was perfectly content to stay inside of her like this, even now that
his balls were sucked dry.  It was Lara, who, after a moan of bliss from
orgasm, pulled John off of her.  Lara was a good mother: one that loved to
see her daughter choked by a big cock, but also one who knew not to
suffocate her so she could be choked many times in the future.

   John lost his balance once more, and fell to Sophia's side away from
Lara.  The exhaustion of all that's happened in the past 24 hours washed
over him at once, and put him in a daze.  For a moment, he just wanted to
forget everything, close his eyes, and drift off into a much needed
slumber.

   "Uncle Johnny?"

   Sophia calling him by his name rang even louder in his ears than her
coughing just moments before.  He turned his head to face her on the bed,
and they were nose-to-nose again.

   "Yeah, kiddo?", John said between deep breaths enjoying the smell of his
own jizz on her breath.

   "Are you going to stay with us, Uncle Johnny?"

   Past Sophia, John could see Lara looking down at him, not scornfully,
but pleadingly.  But John had his attention completely on the toddler who
was looking deep into his eyes.  Children know a lie when it is told to
them.  And John wasn't about to lie.

   "Yes, Sophia.  I'm going to stay with you."

   Sophia smiled.  The tears from grief and from getting fucked were being
replaced with tears of joy.  "I love you, Uncle Johnny."

   "I love you too, kiddo." John said as he pulled his little niece into a
hug and got his limp cock between her legs for when she needed a little
more loving.