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 Author: David Stephens
Title: Love Thy Neighbour
Keywords: MFF/g, inc, pedo



   Love Thy Neighbour

   By David Stephens



   It was generally agreed by the small community of Brigstock that the
vicar was a good man who not only did his duties as ably as would be
expected of one of his calling, but also went beyond that to help his
neighbours in any way he could.  So it was not particularly surprising that
when Karen Crosby was evicted from her home and desperately needed
somewhere to live, it was the Reverend Charles Tennyson who came to her
rescue, inviting her to stay at the vicarage where he lived with his
unmarried sister, his wife having passed away some years previously.

   It must be said that there were some Brigstockians who were heard to
suggest that the vicar's benevolence was not unrelated to the fact that the
young woman in question was undoubtedly comely, though even his greatest
detractors would have hesitated to add that perhaps Karen's pretty
6-year-old daughter was another factor in his invitation.

   Karen herself, though well aware of the vicar's admiring looks, directed
both towards herself and Bella, wasn't in a position to consider whether
they complicated matters or not.  She needed a home, of however a temporary
nature, for herself and Bella, and didn't even consider turning down his
offer.  The vicar had intimated that his sister, Dorothy, would be
delighted to welcome Karen and her little girl to the vicarage, though
Karen had her doubts.

   In the event the vicar's words proved to be accurate, for Dorothy, a
handsome woman in her early forties, received Karen and Bella in a quiet
but warm manner which eased their natural qualms.  Leaving them to relax
for a while in the large comfortable living-room, she went to her brother
in his study and reported their arrival.

   "She's as good-looking as I'd heard.  In her late twenties, wouldn't you
say?"

   "About that, I suppose.  A very attractive young woman indeed - it will
be a pleasure to have her around."

   "And the little girl is a delight.  As enchanting a child as I've seen
in a long time!"

   Dorothy closely watched her brother as he sat at his desk browsing
through the parish magazine, anxiously wondering if he would make any
further comment.  There had been a number of almost flirtatious remarks
between them in recent months referring to the attractiveness of various
local girls and young women, hinting at a shared interest which they
couldn't quite dare to bring into the open.

   "A real beauty!" agreed Charles, turning to his sister with a smile. 
"She looked bewitching in her little sundress, the last timeI saw her.  And
Karen is looking well, is she?  She was a little careworn but I do believe
she's beginning to look more herself."

   "Indeed!  The young women of today are certainly not shy of showing off
their figures, are they?  Karen is wearing a tight sweater, apparently
without a brassiere.  She looks very fetching I must say, though I can
imagine mother would have considered her a slut for dressing in such a
way."

   Only Dorothy, Charles thought, could refer to a bra as a brassiere.  He
was very fond of his sister, who had kept house for him for several years,
only recently understanding that she seemed to share his own fascination
with young girls.  In some cases not only young girls, for he couldn't help
but imagine the lissom Dorothy braless in a tight sweater, a thought which
gave him a great deal of erotic pleasure, however unlikely it was that it
would ever become a reality.

   It was surprising to the vicar how his inner erotic life had blossomed
recently, and that mainly because his sister had reacted to his tentative
indications of that inner life in a wholly unexpected way.  He remembered
watching pretty little girls in bathing suits splashing about in a plastic
pool at the Midsummer Fair a few months ago, and remarking, almost to
himself, on the attractiveness of their immature, semi-naked bodies.  If he
had expected an indignant response from his sister, he was to be more than
surprised.  She had immediately agreed with him, blushing as she did so,
and then, to his astonishment, taken hold of his hand and squeezed it.  He
couldn't remember her having done such a thing before, and from that moment
there was an unspoken compact between them.

   "I think we should leave the two of them on their own for a little
while," said Dorothy.  "Bella is slightly fractious and Karen is trying to
quieten her down.  No doubt the child is upset at having to leave her home
- one can quite understand that."

   "There are other reasons, I believe.  I had an interesting conversation
earlier with Rita Tulliver, the Child Protection Officer, about Bella.  The
rumours we heard about her being molested by her father were accurate it
appears.  Except that Rita considers that father and child shouldn't be
thought of as abuser and abused but rather as lovers who both
enthusiastically took part in a variety of sexual activities.  As far as
she is concerned, Bella is upset above all because she misses being made
love to by her daddy."

   "And what about Karen's part in all this, if she knew about it, that
is?"

   "She knew about it, without doubt," said Charles, smiling slightly. 
"She considered that Bella hugely benefited from her sexual relationship
with her father and was more than prepared to sanction it.  Rita also
hinted that Karen herself was beginning to develop a sexual interest in
Bella at about the time that her husband died in a car accident, leaving
her in all kinds of difficulties, including the financial ones which led to
me inviting her to live with us for a while."

   "Can such a young child really benefit from being sexually used by her
father?" asked Dorothy, feeling strangely stirred by the thought that such
a thing could be.

   "Rita seems to believe that it's more than possible, and she's the
expert on these matters.  The husband was apparently preparing the little
girl for her first experience of sexual intercourse and Rita happily
accepted that such a thing was a natural conclusion of a father/daughter
intimate relationship, even where the daughter is a 6-year-old."

   Dorothy hardly knew how to comment.  As the sister of a well-regarded
clergyman, she should surely be outraged by the opinions of the CPO.  Child
abuse should never be excused in any way, and yet she felt exhilarated by
the mere possibility that Rita was correct in her beliefs.

   "Perhaps we should go to the living-room now," she suggested.  "Bella
seems to have calmed down at last."

   When Dorothy and her brother entered the living-room, the reason for the
6-year-old's quietness was immediately apparent.  Karen was cradling Bella
on her lap, her sweater pulled up on one side so that the little girl could
suck on her mother's shapely left breast, which she was doing with every
sign of complete contentment.  Although at that moment neither the vicar or
his sister could have admitted the fact to each other, they both found the
sight to be one of supreme eroticism, particularly when they saw that Karen
had her hand up Bella's skimpy yellow sundress and was urgently fondling
her bottom.

   Karen looked startled, her face rapidly colouring.  "I hope you don't
mind!  I've found this is the best way to comfort Bella when she's really
upset.  Perhaps we'd better go to our room - I don't want to embarrass
you."

   To her surprise, it was a smiling Dorothy who hastened to lessen her
discomfiture.

   "There's no need for that, dear.  I think I can speak for my brother
also and say that we aren't so easily embarrassed.  I've always thought
that a mother suckling her child is a beautiful sight, no matter what the
circumstances, or the age of the child.  And you don't have to take your
hand from Bella's behind either - I'm sure she must be enjoying your
attentions there!"

   Karen flushed again, but replaced her hand and continued to rhythmically
squeeze the 6-year-old's bottom.  "Bella loves me playing with her bum!  I
suppose it's not really appropriate, but ... "

   "Poppycock!" said Dorothy abruptly.  "While you're here anything you
choose to do with Bella is entirely appropriate.  I can see you're a loving
mother and you're entitled to show that love in any way you like, as far as
I'm concerned."

   "Absolutely!" agreed Charles, somewhat surprised by the vehemence of his
sister's words, but eager to show her that he completely agreed with them.
"Bella has a bottom that positively demands to be fondled."

   "You've noticed that have you, vicar?" said Karen teasingly.  "I would
have thought that your mind would be focused on higher things."

   "Perhaps they would be," said Dorothy dryly, "if the child wasn't
wearing such a short, flimsy dress - it doesn't leave a lot to the
imagination, does it?  Not that I'm complaining, mind you.  Bella is a
lovely little girl and it's delightful to see her charms displayed so
openly."

   Dorothy smiled tentatively at her brother and was encouraged when he
promptly returned her smile and reached across to take her hand.  She saw
with pleasure that he was developing an erection as he gazed at Bella
suckling on her mother's breast, and that he was making no attempt to hide
it, rather opening his legs wider apart as though to proudly display his
arousal.  Karen had also noticed the vicar's excitement it seemed, pulling
her sweater up higher to give him and his sister a better view.

   "I'll lift Bella's dress up a little, shall I?" asked Karen
nonchalantly. "She's wearing no knickers, so you'll get a good look at her
bum."

   Dorothy nodded her approval, hardly daring to say anything, so excited
was she by the way the situation was developing, and yet the more
conventional side of her feeling a sense of shock.

   Karen promptly pulled the 6-year-old's sundress up almost to her waist
and then continued to firmly squeeze and fondle the little girl's bum
cheeks as the vicar and his sister watched with fascination.

   "I'm sorry to spoil your fun," laughed Karen after a while, "but I
really need to use your loo, if I may." She gently pulled her swollen
nipple from Bella's mouth, causing the 6-year-old to whimper with
disappointment.  "I know it's a lot to ask, Dorothy, but perhaps you could
take over for me, while I'm gone?"

   Dorothy looked shocked.  "You mean ...", she said haltingly, indicating
her breasts as though she couldn't quite believe what she'd heard.

   "Yes, please.  I'm sure Bella won't mind the substitution, and I do
believe you may enjoy the experience yourself!"

   "Of course, if you wish," said Dorothy in an assumed half-reluctant
tone, though inside she was deeply excited.  So excited that when she tried
to unfasten her plain white blouse, she found it difficult because of the
trembling of her fingers.

   "Let me, Dora," offered her brother, slowly unbuttoning the blouse. 
Dorothy was as surprised by his use of her childhood name as she was by the
competent way he unfastened her blouse and unhooked her brassiere to expose
her small but shapely breasts.

   "Any child should be delighted to suck on those beauties," said Charles,
unashamedly admiring his half-naked sister.  "I wouldn't mind sucking on
them myself, if it comes to that!"

   "Charles!" cried Dorothy, shocked but more than that thrilled by the way
he looked at her in a way he had never done before.

   "Take your pick, darling," said Karen, placing her young daughter on
Dorothy's lap.  Bella immediately latched on to Dorothy's left nipple and
proceeded to suck on it without hesitation.

   "May I have a little feel of Bella's bottom?" asked Dorothy quietly,
holding the 6-year-old's head close to her breast.

   "The little slut will be most disappointed if you don't feel her up,"
laughed Karen.  "You can touch her wherever you like.  Bella isn't going to
protest, and neither am I."

   "Little slut?" said Charles questioningly.  "Can a 6-year-old girl be
classified as a slut, in the sexual sense of that word?"

   "She can when her name is Bella Crosby!  Perhaps you'll find that out
for yourself before too long.  By the way, Dorothy, you'll find that having
a pretty little girl sucking on your breast is a very stimulating
experience, if you know what I mean!  You may well find that you get quite
wet down below, if I can put it like that.  Enjoy yourself!"

   With that Karen left the room, leaving Dorothy red-faced with
embarrassment and Charles feeling unaccustomedly unsure of himself.  The
sister he thought he knew so well was showing a side of herself that he had
known nothing about.  Karen's last words had certainly discomposed her, but
at the same time she had made no attempt to cover her bare breasts, seeming
rather to enjoy exposing them to her brother's admiring gaze.  He watched
Bella's rosy mouth working on Dorothy's left teat and thought once again of
what he had said to her.

   "Darling Dora," the vicar said, kneeling before her.  "I meant what I
told you before.  May I ...?" He licked his forefinger and circled the tip
around his sister's right nipple, until it became partially erect.

   "What did you call me, Charles?" said Dorothy, smiling at him.

   "My darling Dora.  My darling slut, Dora.  May I suckle your perfectly
lovely breast?"

   "Your darling slut would do anything for you Charles, as you well know,
and let you do anything you want to her!"

   So it was that a few minutes later, when Karen returned to the
living-room, she found Dorothy enjoying the oral attentions of both her
young daughter and the Vicar of Brigstock, a man who's most intimate act
with his sister previously had been a chaste kiss on her cheek.

   "Are your nipples getting sore, yet?" asked Karen.  "Bella is quite a
demanding child at the breast, and I know from experience that men can be
very greedy when they're sucking on a tit."

   "I feel sore, but very happy!" laughed Dorothy, looking years younger
than usual.

   "Are you feeling wet down below yet?" asked Charles, taking his lips
from his sister's swollen right nipple.

   "Charles!" exclaimed his sister, in apparent outrage, though the smile
on her face remained.  "If you must know I'm very wet indeed!"

   Bella, looking much happier now, went across to her mother and whispered
in her ear.

   Karen laughed and tousled the 6-year-old's hair.  "My slut of a child
wants to know if she can clean up your pussy, Dorothy.  It's what she does
for me in similar situations - she really wants to say thank you for
letting her suck on you."

   "I'm not sure that ...," said Dorothy, looking across to her brother
diffidently.  Revealing her breasts to him had been wonderfully exciting,
but the idea of exposing her most private parts, though even more exciting,
was also incredibly shocking, surely as much to her brother as to herself.

   "Please say yes, darling sister!" implored Charles, reaching for the zip
at the side of Dorothy's skirt.  "I do so want to look at your lovely wet
cunt!"

   How could a loving sister turn down such a heartfelt request?  It was
crudely obscene, but in that lay its power over her, for she had so often
in her secret thoughts imagined Charles making lewd suggestions to her
which she inevitably, after initially expressing her outrage, agreed to
with growing enthusiasm.  Even in her fantasies, though, he hadn't been so
brazenly indecent as this.  Her swiftly developing arousal overcame her
natural modesty and almost before she knew what was happening she had
allowed Charles to remove her knee-length tweed skirt and underwear and was
opening her legs to expose herself to him - and to Karen and Bella, whose
presence intensified her excitement.

   If only my underwear wasn't so boringly sensible, she thought
regretfully.  It had hardly been something she had thought about before,
but now she already knew that this wouldn't be the last time she would be
undressing for her brother's pleasure, and for her own.  The intensity of
the joy she experienced when she pulled apart her labia to expose her juicy
inner cunt to Charles was something she was determined to have repeated
many times in the future.

   "So beautiful," muttered Charles, tentatively stroking his sister's
engorged clitoris.  Before he could decide if Dorothy would allow him to
ease his tongue into the gleaming pink wetness of her pussy, Bella was
there before him, her childish enthusiasm getting the better of any
embarrassment she felt at being for the first time so intimate with a woman
other than her mother.

   Dorothy opened her legs wider and raised them to allow the 6-year-old to
more easily lick her wet cunt, entranced by the lewdness and yet somehow
naturalness of what Bella was doing to her.

   "Stick your tongue right inside me, darling!" she found herself saying,
almost without her own volition.  Dorothy was well aware that she was in
serious danger of sliding into a life of incestuous and pedophilic
depravity, but that thought only brought her a deep sense of gratification.
With Bella's little tongue worming its arousing way into her vaginal
opening, she considered it would have been perverse of her to feel any
other way.

   Her eyes closed as the 6-year-old's urgent tongue brought her ever
closer to orgasm, Dorothy was unaware that her brother had undressed and
was standing before her fully erect, but when she opened them and saw
Charles' naked body, her desire for him couldn't be repressed any longer
and she found herself uttering depraved words which previously she had said
only in her most secret fantasies.

   "Fuck me, Charles, darling!  Fuck my hot, wet cunt!"

   If the vicar hesitated it was only for a moment.  The descent from the
life of conventional propriety suitable to a man of the cloth to one of
sexual depravity was proceeding so rapidly that it was difficult to take
stock of what was happening to him and his sister.  Even so, he knew
instinctively that he could never go back to things as they had been, and
was as certain as he could be that Dorothy must feel the same.  Moving
Bella gently aside, he knelt between his sister's open legs and sank his
hard cock into her wet pussy, fastening his mouth to hers as he began to
fuck her with growing intensity.

   "Get ready, child," said Karen, as Charles excited grunts indicated that
he was close to orgasm.  "When the vicar's finished I want you to suck his
semen from Dorothy's cunt and give the rest of us a lovely cummy kiss. 
You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

   "Oh, yes, Mummy!" cried Bella, her eyes shining with delight.

   All too soon, as far as Dorothy was concerned, she felt her brother's
hot seed spurting deep inside her.  Almost before she had the chance to
enjoy the wonderful experience of having her vagina full of Charles' semen,
Bella was lapping at her wet cunt again and sucking out the precious fluid.

   "Kiss me, darling!" implored Dorothy, lifting the 6-year-old up and
pressing her open mouth against the little girl's and sucking on her
cum-dripping tongue.

   It was wonderful to feel Bella's lovely body pressed firmly against her
bare breasts as they shared a passionate tongue-kiss, lubricated by the
vicar's warm spunk.  How could such a glorious experience be in any way
wrong, Dorothy thought.  In any case, she had no intention of spurning
future opportunities to enjoy sexual activity with the pretty 6-year-old.
Or with her beloved brother, come to that.  And then she had delicious
thoughts of the church mother and toddler group she ran, imagining
undressing some of the charming little ones there and exploring their sweet
bodies with finger and tongue.  What a pervert I am, she thought, glorying
in the fact!  It's good to be a pervert, it's good to be a pedophile - if
only I'd realized that before now!

   "Let mummy have a taste of the vicar's cum, Bella," said Karen.  "I'm
sure it's lovely stuff, isn't it?"

   The 6-year-old smiled at her mother and nodded enthusiastically, running
over to her and slipping her sperm-coated tongue into her mouth.

   Dorothy saw that her brother was hard again, and couldn't help but hope
that he was going to fuck her once more.  She was eager for as much of
Charles' cock as he cared to give her, and was particularly looking forward
to being sodomized by him, but the intent way he was gazing at little Bella
as she shared a cummy kiss with her mother made clear to her that she would
have to wait for that delight.  Not that she was too disappointed, for
there was all the future to spend in sexual dalliance with her brother, and
she could happily understand that he wanted to take advantage of this
opportunity to molest such a beautiful child as little Bella.

   Karen had a finger working in the 6-year-old's vagina now, which the
little girl was clearly enjoying, and with her other hand pumped the
vicar's thick shaft to maintain its full erectness.  "I've been waiting for
the right man to take my darling's virginity, vicar, and I'm certain that
you're the one."

   "So am I," said Charles succinctly, as Karen held open her little girl's
legs and guided the tip of his cock between her chubby labia.

   "I suppose I should entreat you to use Bella gently, but to tell you the
truth I'd prefer it if you'd pound the little whore as hard as you can and
make her first fuck one that she'll remember for the rest of her life!"

   "I'm sure that Karen is right, Charles," said Dorothy, suddenly afraid
that her brother, usually a gentle soul, would only be able to bring
himself to partially penetrate the 6-year-old.

   "Of course she's right, woman!" replied the vicar, curtly, before
proceeding to thrust his engorged tool into Bella's pussy, an easier task
than he had imagined due to the diligent work which Karen had put in on her
child's vagina during the previous few months.

   "Fuck my baby, vicar!" cried Karen pleadingly.  "Use her like the whore
she is!  Fuck her as hard and as deep as you can!"

   The gentle side of Charles' nature which Dorothy was accustomed to never
had a chance against the sexual delirium which overcame him as he sank his
rigid cock repeatedly into the warm wet softness of the 6-year-old's
virginal cunt.  Nothing in his life until then had come close to the joy he
felt fucking first his darling sister and now this lovely little girl, who
seemed to be enjoying the experience as much as he was.  It was inevitable
that in his extreme excitement he reached orgasm sooner than he would have
wished, but he knew there would be no lack of opportunities to fuck Bella
again while she was an occupant of the vicarage, and promised himself that
he would take full advantage of those opportunities.

   As he withdrew his cock from the firm grip of Bella's semen-oozing cunt,
Charles was well aware that his sister had her legs wide open again,
clearly ready for another fuck.  Charles was more than ready to oblige, but
even as he did so his mind drifted to Dorothy's mother and toddler group,
imagining like his sister the erotic possibilities there.  There was one
3-year-old, Robin, whose mother positively flirted with him, and who he
would love to molest, given the chance.  Could such a young child take hard
cock in her pussy or her bottom, if only a few inches?  Perhaps he would be
able to find out soon, if he played his cards right.

   For the time being, though, the vicar of Brigstock was more than happy
to use the body of his adored sister for his sexual pleasure, knowing also
that Karen was more than willing for him to use her little girl as his
whore, a willingness which the 6-year-old herself fully complied with!



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