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   When my wife walked out on us two years ago, she left our family
devastated.  Like a bad cliche, she had ran away with her tennis coach
leaving me to care for our son and two daughters.  They were amazing kids;
my son Tyler was now 15, Tiffany was 13, and Mia was 11.

   Making ends meet on just one salary was difficult, especially when the
one salary was that of a public school teacher.  I had been teaching high
school for 12 years but it was coming up on Summer "vacation" -- that
amazing time of year when we got two months off...  without pay.  We
decided we needed to get away for a little family trip, so we decided to
head up the coast -- maybe as far as Maine.  We hadn't been up that far
before, and a friend had a cabin that we would be able to stay in for three
or four weeks.

   We packed up the minivan -- which was just another reminder that the
bitch took my convertible -- and stopped at the store for "road snacks" to
cover the day.

   Tyler and I sat in the front talking about sports and girls he was into
and the stupid things his friends were doing, while the girls sat in the
middle seats munching on licorice whips and watching some Miley Cyrus
movie.

   The miles rolled by pretty easily with quick stops for gas and
bathrooms, and we were nearing Maine.  At some point we must have taken the
wrong exit because we found ourselves in Crabapple Cove instead of Dewalt.
We could still get to our destination, but we had to decide if we wanted to
drive back an hour and take the correct exit or cut across the mountain to
save time.  Of course we chose the mountain road because we loved the
adventure.

   About 20 minutes into the drive I was silently regretting my decision. I
felt like we were in the opening of The Shining -- heading over a winding
road with nothing but trees in the distance.

   As we began descending the mountain, we rolled into a beautiful little
village called Calebs Creek.  It was a surreal vision of Gothic Victorian
Beauty.  Grand houses and Victorian architecture mixed with some of the
charming decor of 1920's-1950's Americana decorated the streets.  I was in
love with this town.

   We stopped at the gas station and got a surprise -- a service station
attended hurried out and began filling the car.  He asked if he could check
the oil and proceeded to do so before washing the windows.

   We moved on down the street, parked in front of a cute little diner, and
went in for our dinner break.  We had a delicious meal and some amazing pie
and then asked the waitress about getting over to Dewalt.  The waitress
looked at us with both amusement and pity when she said, "Darlin', that
bridge washed out years ago.  Only way to Dewalt is to go back to Crabapple
Cove and head South." She must have seen the shock and concern on my face
because she quickly followed with, "But you know we have a cute bed &
breakfast just over yonder."

   We decided to take her advice and spend a night in this cute little
town. We got checked in, found our room, and slept like rocks.  The next
morning we had a delicious breakfast and the couple that ran the B&B sat
down to chat with us for a while.  They apparently didn't get many visitors
any more, so they wanted to know our story.

   As I was explaining about being a teacher and being on Summer break,
they quickly looked at each other and then back at me.  "What do you teach,
sir?" the old lady asked.  "Well, I teach math and science and computers.",
I said perhaps too proudly.

   "Oh, dear, that is wonderful!", the lady exclaimed.  "Please tell me
you're looking for a job!"

   "Actually, no...  sorry.  I think I'm good where I am.", I said as
politely as possible.

   "But sir, we need a math and a science teacher here.  Our school is
having to bring in volunteers to keep classes going.", she explained.  "The
children need a teacher so badly.  If you would be willing to come here, we
would let you and your family live in the old schoolmasters house for free
as long as you want.  It's a beautiful old place.  Maybe a little big for
your family but it's a historic building -- the oldest building in town."
she pleaded.  "My son is the principal and I know he would be excited to
talk to you."

   "Let me think about it." I said.  I didn't really intend to take it
seriously, but I could sell my house, pay off the balance, and pay off the
credit cards and the van with the leftover.  Then we could survive on my
teacher salary with very little overhead.  It was definitely enticing.

   "We'll spend the day looking around town...  and we have to talk about
it as a family.", I explained.

   Tyler was not very keep on the idea.  He had a girlfriend and was ready
to start his Sophomore year.  The girls loved all new adventures so they
were all for the idea.

   We drove out to the "schoolmasters house" and as we approached it, we
were awestruck.  This huge Victorian house -- one might almost call it a
mansion -- was on a beautiful property, although it was very overgrown and
the windows were boarded up.  It looked like it had been vacant for many
years.

   We opened the heavy front door with a loud, echoing creak.  Inside the
oversized and overstuffed furniture was covered in dusty sheets.  Cobwebs
hung from the lamps and fixtures.  Nothing had been disturbed here in
years.

   The kids immediately wanted to explore.  Tyler ran up one staircase and
the girls ran up the other.  I explored the lower levels and I knew that I
was in love with this house.

   Tyler came out to the catwalk above and said, "Dad...  this place is
amazing.  Can we look at the school?" Then Tiffany came running down the
stairs and said, "Daddy, I found my room.  It's beautiful!  It has a
princess bed!" "Okay, Pumpkin...  let's not get ahead of ourselves.  We
haven't even talked to the principal or looked at the school yet.  Where's
your sister?", I laughed.

   "Mia, come on!", Tiff yelled.  "Mia, where are you?!", I shouted.  Tyler
turned and walked down the hall to look.  Tiff and I explored some of the
furniture under the sheets when Tyler suddenly yelled, "Hey, Dad...  can
you come up here?"

   I ran up the stairs with Tiff close behind.  As I was moving down the
hall, I could see Tyler standing in the doorway.  He motioned me inside and
pointed.  I looked over and say Mia sitting in the middle of the floor
holding an antique glass doll and rocking back and forth.  "Mia, are you
okay?", I asked.  She didn't respond.  "Mia...  what's wrong?" She
continued rocking back and forth and cradling the doll.  "Baby...  what's
going on?  We have to go.", I tried again.

   She turned and looked at me and said, "Please don't leave me here!" I
said, "Baby, I'm not leaving you.  We need to go look at the school and
talk to the principal if we are going to consider this move."

   She stared blankly at me and seemed distant.  Her arms went slack and
the doll rolled onto the floor.  She blinked a couple times and said,
"Daddy, why are you staring at me?"

   "Mia...  it's time to go.  Are you okay?", I stammered.

   "Yes, Daddy.  I like it here.  Can I have this room?", she answered
sounding like herself again.

   "We'll see, Baby.  Let's go look at the school." I said as I wondered if
we needed to set up some sort of counseling appointment or if she was
simply getting sick.  "Maybe she didn't sleep well last night." I thought
to myself.

   We went to town, explored the school, and I met the principal.  He made
a generous offer in both salary and benefits making nearly as much as I was
getting at my current job.  He also suggested that his parents who owned
and ran the B&B might be willing to sell the old schoolmasters place.  It
was crumbling with age and the locals are scared of it, apparently.  Lots
of rumors about it being haunted.

   After talking it over with the kids, thinking about the financial
aspects, and having a long talk with the owners of the headmasters house, I
agreed to move to Calebs Creek with the understanding that we would be able
to buy the house outright for pennies on the dollar.

   It took another seven weeks to set up, but we finally got loaded up and
moved.  We quickly became part of the town, and were actually very popular.
We were the new novelty, I suppose.  Tyler had girls following him all
over, so he was in Heaven as well.

   My only concern was the strange affect that the house seemed to have on
my youngest daughter, Mia.  She seemed to suddenly shift personalities at
times.  She could be a giggly little girl at one moment and then a serious,
contemplative girl the next.  I never really knew which girl I was going to
be speaking with.  I did make an appointment for a local psychologist, but
I didn't know if it was just the craziness of our lives over the last two
years or if she had an actual problem.

   Late one night I heard talking, so I padded down the cold hallway until
I got to Mia's bedroom door.  I heard her saying things like, "Feel it. 
Rub it.  Play with it." I slowly pushed the door open and saw my little 11
year old girl laying on her back with her legs spread, and she was using
both hands to play with her little pussy.  One hand rapidly rubbing her
little clit, the other fingering her cunt.

   I was shocked -- but fascinated.  Then she spoke again and said, "Like
this?  This feels really good." Then she continued, "Yes, like that.  Now
use two fingers." Again she continued with, "Okay...  but it hurts a
little."

   I couldn't believe this.  My little girl was masturbating -- but she was
also telling herself how to do it.  What would the psychologist make of
this?

   I sneaked back to my room and laid down and realized that I had a raging
boner.  I wasn't sexually attracted to my daughter, but the idea that she
was exploring her sexuality and feeling pleasure had me hard as a rock.  I
grabbed my erection and started pumping -- something I had been doing quite
often since my wife had left.

   I felt that familiar tingle in my balls and knew that I would be cumming
soon...  and then I heard, "Daddy, are you awake?" I immediately let go of
my dick and tried to focus on who was standing in the door.  As she came
closer I could see it was Mia.  She said, "Daddy I had a nightmare, can I
sleep with you?"

   I couldn't think of a valid reason to turn her down, so I patted the bed
and said, "Come on up, Pumpkin."

   She climbed in and I tried to concentrate on making my hard on go away.
She turned and snuggled in to me and I realized I could feel her bare pussy
on my leg.  To make the situation worse, I could actually smell her sex. 
This was excruciating.

   She began rubbing her hand along my abs and my chest, playing with my
chest hair and nipples as she moved around.  I was afraid I would cum if
she kept going, so I did my best to pretend like I was asleep.

   I thought she had given up as she began to pull her hand away, but then
I realized that her hand was moving further South.  I braced myself for
impact as her hand slowly glided along my pubis and then up onto my rigid
cock.  She begin stroking my cock and I suppressed a moan.

   She let go of my cock and I breathed a sigh of relief and then she
raised herself up and placed her small mouth over the head of my cock. 
With expert skill, she began sucking and tonguing my cock better than her
mother ever had.  Then to my amazement, she began sliding my dick into her
throat without gagging.  Soon I she was throat fucking me -- and that
pushed me over the edge.  I began spurting cum into her open gullet and she
slid down until her little lips were sitting against the base of my cock as
I shot load after load of cum.

   She pulled off my cock, sucking out any remaining cum and then licked my
cock from base to tip over and over.  Then she snuggled up next to me, put
her little head against my chest, and closed her eyes.

   I was confused...  and felt exhilarated...  and ashamed...  and
satisfied.

   Then she blinked her eyes a couple times and said, "How did I get here,
Daddy?"

   "Get where, Pumpkin?", I asked.

   She answered, "In your room.  I was sleeping in my room."

   "You don't remember anything, baby?  You don't remember coming in
here?", I said.

   "No, Daddy.  My throat hurts.  I think I'm getting sick or something."

   "It's okay, Baby.  Go to sleep and we'll deal with it in the morning,
okay?" I said.

   "Okay, Daddy.  I love you." she said in her sweet little girl voice.  "I
love you too, Baby.  Sleep well." I said.

   Sometime later -- perhaps two or three hours -- I woke up and realized
that Mia was gone.  I assumed she went back to bed, but I knew I had better
check.

   I got up and walked down the hall toward her room, but as I passed
Tylers room I could hear noise.  I pushed his door open slightly and nearly
fainted at what I saw.  Mia was on her back on the edge of the bed and
Tyler was lining up his cock and pressing it against her tiny pussy.

   I nearly yelled, "Wait!" when I saw his ass thrust and the entire length
of his cock sunk into his little sisters pussy.  He began thrusting in and
out quickly and my cock grew hard again.  "What he hell is going on in this
house?", I thought to myself.

   I watched my 15 year old son fucking his little 11 year old sister for
probably two minutes and then I saw his face tense up and he started
shaking.  I knew he was dumping loads of his cum into his baby sister.

   I pushed the door open and it made a creak and his eyes suddenly flew
one.  He slide out of her pussy so fast it made an audible "pop" and he
started stammering at me -- "Dad...  she came in here...  I didn't... 
she..." "It's okay, Tyler -- she did the same thing to me.  I don't know
what's gotten into her but something is definitely going on."

   Meanwhile little Mia had cuddled into her brothers pillow and fell
asleep again.

   He looked at me with sadness in his face and said, "Dad, I'm so sorry. I
couldn't help it."

   I said, "Tyler -- it's okay."

   Then from behind me I heard my daughter Tiffany's voice say, "Oh, it was
better than okay.  It was wonderful.  And I'm ready to go again."

   We both turned and saw Tiffany standing there completely naked, with one
hand rubbing her nipples and the other playing with her clit.

   "You boys want to go again?", Tiffany asked.

   I looked at Tyler and he stared back at me with his jaw hanging open. 
"What's going on?", he asked.

   "I have no idea, son." I answered.

   Tiffany walked in and laid across the bed with her feet on the floor. 
She said, "This time I want you to fuck me while I suck him." indicating
that she was going to suck Tyler.

   I knew it was completely wrong and I could tell Tyler was conflicted,
but I also knew I wouldn't be able to say no.

   I walked up behind my 13 year old daughter and pulled my cock out and
pressed against her tight pussy.  I peeled her little labia apart and
pressed my cock against her, but I felt a tight ring blocking me from
entering.  I pushed harder and I could feel the pressure of her hymen and
then the tear as it gave way.  She groaned as I pushed in and said, "Yes!"
As I begin sliding in and out I could see Tyler begin to get hard again.

   He moved to the other side of the bed and she begin sucking his cock as
I pistoned in and out of her tight little pussy.

   Again, I started cumming inside my little girl.  Tyler was soon cumming
again as well.

   This time Tiffany laid back against the bed and said, "Thank you boys.
It's so nice to have visitors again after this long.  I was so lonely."

   "Who are you?", I asked.

   "I am Abigail Swanson.  My daddy is the schoolmaster."

   "But...  why do you do these things?" I asked.

   "It is my daddy's will.  My daddy was punishing me for being unladylike.
He bent me over the table and paddled me over and over.  Then he opened his
trousers and released his manhood and forced it upon me.  It hurt so, but
it also felt glorious.  He was so big -- too big for my form -- and thus I
began to bleed.  Then everything was darkness.  He was so forlorn that he
thrust himself upon his sword.  I only live through girls who stay within
these walls."

   "And what happens to the girls?" I asked.

   "I leave them as they were found.  Little ones must be more careful so
as to not suffer my fate, but they may also provide pleasure to those who
love them.  As I have helped your daughters do for you."

   "But...  it's wrong." I tried to explain, perhaps lying to myself.

   "I must be away now.  I shall return post haste." she said through
Tiffany's voice.

   Suddenly Tiffany blinked and said, "Why are you guys in my room?!  And
why are you naked?!" We both looked down and realized our cocks were
hanging out.

   Tyler quickly lied, "You were screaming and ran in here and jumped on my
bed."

   "I did?" she said.  I simply nodded.  The she winced and rubbed her
pussy through her nightgown.  Pulling her hand away she said, "I'm sorry
Tyler.  I think I peed in your bed or something.  I'm cramping.  I'm really
sorry!"

   "It's okay, sis." he said.  "I think I did that when you ran in."

   So things were good.  Tyler and I continued entertaining our guest as
the girls continued to get "adjusted" to what we were doing.

   And that's when we got the call from the principal.  Since we had such a
huge house and we were getting ready to do the big Halloween party, what
would I think about having a "haunted house party" at our place where we
could do a big overnight slumber party for students?

   "Oh dear God", I thought to myself...  and then quickly said, "Sure...
okay."