Title: Jumping Hotdog's Maybe-May and the Tyranny of the Moral Minority
Author: Jumping Hotdog
Keywords: Mg, bg, gg, fg, Fg, inc, mc
Summary: Maybe-May is a normal girl with a normal life, but, when she 
returns home from summer camp, all is not as it should be. First her Daddy 
refuses to kiss her, then her Mom passes on the opportunity to add some 
special flavors to the family dinner and even her brother turns down the 
opportunity to nail her ass to his bed. What is going on?

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   "Daddy," cried Maybe-May. She threw her backpack down by the door and 
leaped into her father's waiting arms. He swept her up into a hug and 
pulled her tight.

   "And how are you, my little mystery? Was camp fun?"

   "Uh-huh. I had tons of fun. We did everything! Even horse stuff." She 
moved in for a kiss but he turned his head at the last moment and Maybe-May
only got a mouth full of stubble. Yuck. She let out a huff and pouted. 
"Stop being mean."

   John Monsoon grinned and ruffled her hair. "Go say hello to your 
mother."

   "Kay."

   John put Maybe-May down and the twelve year old girl scampered towards 
the kitchen. As she ran, she looked around. In the month she'd been away, 
nothing much in the house had changed and she wasn't sure how to feel about
that. She'd changed so much during her month at summer camp; it seemed 
strange for everything else to stand still.

   "Mom!" she shouted as she burst into the kitchen, "I'm home."

   Hazel Monsoon looked up from her magazine. "That you are. Come here, so 
I can see you."

   Maybe-May trotted forward and stood before her mother.

   "Well," said Hazel, laying a hand a top Maybe-May's head. "You've shot 
right up. You must have grown an inch."

   Maybe-May beamed at that. Although only twelve, that extra inch put her 
slightly higher than her mother. Unfortunately that was the only way they 
compared. Hazel had straight black hair, while Maybe-May had a frizzy mass 
the color of straw. Hazel had a heart-shaped face, while Maybe-May had her 
father's patrician looks. Most importantly, while Hazel had large breasts 
and curves, Maybe-May had a flat chest and a coltish body. Which was so 
unfair. Even some of her friends from school had boobs.

   "And you look brown all over too. Spend a lot of time swimming?"

   "Yep," said Maybe-May, pleasant memories washing away worries about 
breasts. Camp had been great - just long days in the sun doing wholesome 
kid activities. "But I missed you guys too. The counselors were great and 
Beckie, this girl in my cabin, had a tongue like you wouldn't believe, but 
nothing beats family."

   A dirty thought entered Maybe-May's mind and she pulled her loose t-
shirt over her head to show a flat chest tanned all over. Her nipples were 
small but very hard.

   "So," she said with a coquettish grin. "How about you grab something 
long and green from the fridge and fuck my baby cunt hello, right here on 
the table. God, it's been hours since I've had anything inside me." She 
squeezed her nipples and rocked her hips forward in their tight denim 
shorts. "You can serve it for dinner when we're done."

   Hazel chuckled and shook her head. "Not now, Maybe. Why don't you run 
along and get unpacked. You can tell us all about your time at camp over 
dinner."

   "Fine!" Maybe-May huffed and rolled her eyes.

   What was with everyone today? First Daddy wouldn't kiss her and now Mom 
wouldn't fuck her kitty with a cucumber. Oh well, adults were weird, but if
there was one thing she could count on, it was that her brother wouldn't 
pass up the chance for some wet and ready pre-teen pussy.

   T-shirt clutched in her hand, Maybe-May jumped up the stairs. The door 
to her brother's bedroom stood half open, but there was no one inside. The 
bathroom door was closed, however, and she could here the sounds of a 
shower on full blast, so he was probably in there. That was good. It would 
give her time to prepare.

   Elian Monsoon was two years older than Maybe-May, which still seemed an 
eternity to her. He was so grown up and knew so many things - even if he 
was a bit of a jerk at times.

   Take his room: it was just so cool. Sometimes Maybe-May thought of 
styling her room like this but she'd have to get rid of her plush animals 
and she couldn't quite stand to do that. She looked around as she wriggled 
out of her shorts and kicked them to the side. She dropped her t-shirt on 
the floor too.

   The walls were black and covered with loads of fun toys. Whips, crops, 
floggers and paddles filled an entire wall. Maybe-May recognized them all, 
so it seemed he hadn't got anything new while she was away. A pity. The 
sting of a new toy was always extra sweet. Gags, ropes, chains, hobbles and
spreaders filled a second and a range of butt-plugs, dildos, vibrators, 
anal beads a third. The bed occupied the fourth, a huge iron monster with 
purple covers and a headboard so sturdy she couldn't have moved it even had
it not been bolted to the wall.

   The sound of the shower cut off and Maybe-May knew she had to hurry.

   In a coltish leap, she jumped onto the bed and crawled towards the head 
board.

   "Come on," she muttered as she looked under the pillows. "Where are 
you..."

   She found the bed's inbuilt manacles squashed down the back of the 
mattress and slapped them closed around her wrists. Next she positioned a 
pillow under her stomach and shuffled about until she was displayed 
properly - naked tanned ass up, head down and legs slightly apart to 
display her juiced-up cunt.

   Footsteps came towards the door. Maybe-May felt her heart beating fast. 
Her cunt squirmed and fuck-juices ran down her leg.

   Her brother entered the room. The footsteps stopped. Silence hung.

   "What the fuck are you doing, Maybe?"

   "Miss me, big brother?" said Maybe-May in her best innocent slut voice. 
"My kitty misses you so bad. Why don't you grab a paddle, warm my ass up a 
little and then nail me to this bed." She shivered at the idea and waggled 
her skinny ass. His cock was so close, she could almost taste it. It would 
split her open in that way only brother cock could and her clitty would 
buzz so good.

   "Just..." said Elian and Maybe-May could almost hear him shake his head.
"Just go away. I'm not in the mood for your games today."

   Him too! Maybe-May wanted to scream. In fact, she did scream.

   "God!" she shouted. "Why even have chains on your bed if you're not 
going to rape your pre-teen sister. If you're going to be a jerk, you can 
forget about me the next time you wake up in the middle of the night and 
want your balls drained. Go bother Mom or something for all I care."

   She tried to roll off the bed to storm out but the chains prevented 
that. They clanked and she couldn't do more than shift onto one side. She 
looked up at her brother and glared - daring him to say anything.

   He sighed, retrieved the key from his nightstand and set her free.

   Without another word, Maybe-May stamped out of the room, pounded her way
down the hall to her own room, yanked the door open and slammed it behind 
her.

   Safe inside, she let loose another scream at the injustice of it all. 
Only a few minutes ago, she'd been sad that nothing had changed during her 
month at summer camp. Now she had the opposite problem: Daddy wouldn't kiss
her, Mom wouldn't shove veg up her cunt and now even Elian refused her. 
What in the world was happening?

   Well, that would be a problem for later. Right now, she was hot and 
bothered. She clambered onto her bed, closed her eyes and spread her legs. 
Time for some self love. Masturbation couldn't compare to a hard fucking by
a red hot incestous cock but she needed something to take the edge off.

   Towards that end, she pictured Beckie from camp and tried to summon up 
the memory of her talented pink tongue as it lapped away.

   Fuck, if that girl wasn't cute. Beckie was a tiny thing with a heart 
shaped face, olive-skin and pigtailed hair. Maybe-May bet Beckie's family 
never turned her down for a fucking. Not that Beckie offered much - 
probably no more than a few times a week, once a day tops. She was a real 
dyke in training. When that girl munched box, she hunted for ovaries.

   "Deeper," hissed Maybe-May as she remembered Beckie's tongue. "Deeper 
bitch. You can fucking breathe when I cum." In her mind's eye, she grabbed 
Beckie by her sticking out pigtails and locked the smaller girl hard 
against her crotch. In the real world, Maybe-May forced three fingers as 
deep as she could get them in her cunt and diddled her clit with her other 
hand.

   So close... So close...

   "Maybe-May," shouted her mother from outside the door. She gave it a 
bang. "You will put away your backpack right this instant and not leave it 
lying in the hall. I almost tripped."

   Fuck...

   Maybe-May's orgasm dissolved and the mental Beckie broke free of her 
grip. The girl blew a raspberry, face shining with cunt cream. She wanted 
to cry.

   "Now!" shouted her mother.

   Maybe-May, cunt a puffy red from unfulfilled need, stormed out the door,
stamped down the stairs and grabbed up her backpack. She returned much the 
same way and threw the bag through the door onto her bed.

   "There," she said as she looked down at her frowning mother. "Happy 
now?"

   "I believe I told you to unpack."

   Fuming under her mother's stern gaze, Maybe-May dumped the bag onto her 
bed and began sorting. The dirty clothes went into the hamper, clean into 
her dresser and her toiletries into the nearby bathroom. Her essentials 
(traveling vibrator, lube, nipple clamps and a small ball gag) she put into
the second draw of her nightstand, where they joined a much larger 
collection of toys.

   When finally done, Maybe-May scowled down at her mother.

   Hazel stared right back, wearing a very similar expression. "Dinner will
be ready in a few hours. I suggest you stay in here until then and think 
about your attitude."

   "But I didn't do anything!" shouted Maybe-May.

   "Do you want to stay in here all tomorrow as well?"

   After a moment's silence, Maybe-May admitted, "No..."

   "Well, then. I trust I'll see a better behaved daughter at dinner. And 
she better be wearing clothes."

   When Maybe-May was sure her Mom was gone, she grabbed her cell-phone 
from the side pocket of her backpack and opened up the IM app.

   "Missing you," she typed, snapped a picture of her cunt (it was still 
very red and puffy) and sent it off to Beckie.

   Only a few seconds later, her phone bleeped and she got a response. It 
was a smiley face and an attached picture. Beckie was on her back with an 
immense black strap-on splitting her immature cunt. On the other end was a 
second girl who looked like Beckie only older and with a serious gym-bunny 
body. Yummy. If that was what Beckie's sister looked like, Maybe-May could 
understand going dyke.

   Looking at that picture, Maybe-May knew mere masturbation wasn't going 
to cut it. This would take the big guns.

   Maybe-May, like all girls her age, had a teddy, and, while Mr Fucks-A-
Lot wasn't the most expensive model, Maybe-May loved him all the same. She 
grabbed him from his spot in the corner of the room and dragged him to the 
middle of her bed.

   Mr Fucks-A-Lot was a jumbo sized plush toy. If not as big as Maybe-May 
herself, that was only because he had stubby legs and there was nothing at 
all small about him in the cock department. It rose from the bear's crotch 
- bright red, made of rubber and slightly curved.

   Carefully, Maybe-May settled herself into cow-girl position and lowered 
her self onto the cock. She shivered as it filled her in that just-a-little
-too-long way she loved. Mr Fucks-A-Lot came with a range of attachable 
screw-on cocks, meaning she could change out the dildo. As a result, even 
though she'd had Mr Fucks-A-Lot for as long as she could remember, this 
dildo was new and still the perfect size.

   Filled to the brim, she pulled Mr Fucks-A-Lot into a tight bear hug and 
rolled her hips back and forth. His fur rubbed against her hard, aching 
nipples and tickled her clit. The bond between a girl and her best bear was
something special indeed.

   "Oh fuck me," she moaned and mashed her lips into the bear's snout. "Oh 
fuck, oh fuck." She road the cock hard and fast. The dildo battered her 
body, skewering her insides. "Rape my cunt. Break me. Ruin me. Fuck, fuck, 
fuck!"

   Maybe-May came her brains out on Mr Fucks-A-Lot's long rubber cock. 
Lightning lashed her body and she collapsed forward onto the bear, body 
twitching. A cocktail of chemicals raced through her veins - making her 
clit buzz, her nipples throb and her cunt clamp like mad. For several long 
seconds, the world dissolved into a white nova.

   Fuck yeah...

   When at last the real world returned, she pulled herself off Mr Fucks-A-
Lot and fell backwards to sprawl on her bed. Her skin tingled - 
hypersensitive. She could feel the air move across her sweaty, naked skin. 
She could feel every crease in the bed-sheet below her.

   How some people could fuck with clothes on, Maybe-May didn't know. If 
she had a single thread on her body right now, she'd just about go insane. 
Honestly, she was on the leave-them side of the take-them-or-leave-them 
issue when it came to clothes full stop. She giggled at the strange run of 
thoughts. Orgasms did strange things to people's brains - pre-teen girls 
most of all, who everyone knew were bubbling pots of hormones to start 
with.

   Several minutes later, the hypersensitivity passed and Maybe-May rolled 
over. Mr Fucks-A-Lot's cock glistened with girl cum. He might only be a 
bear but respect was still respect. There was only thing to do.

   Drawing on all her deep throat practice (much of it gained on this very 
bear if not this very dildo), Maybe-May swallowed Mr Fucks-A-Lot's cock in 
a single motion. Her juices were tart and sent strange sparks of pleasure 
racing down her tongue. She gave her best bear a gold-star blow job and 
continued bobbing her head until every drop of fuck-juice was washed away.

   With her bear clean and her cunt finally sated, Maybe-May was left to 
stew in her thoughts. She had, she realized as she idly played with a pair 
of screw action nipple clamps, been rude to her mother. It wasn't entirely 
her fault (everyone knew twelve year old girls needed a steady stream of 
orgasms to avoid becoming reals bitches) but that didn't stop her feeling 
guilty.

   Worse were the horrible things she'd said to her brother. Refusing him 
sex was utterly and totally wrong - something she would never had said if 
she'd been any less mad at him. But no matter how mad she was and how wrong
he'd been, somethings were just never okay. At dinner she would apologize 
and say of course she would drain his cock if he woke up hard in the night.
That was what little sisters were for.

   Dinner started normally enough and a contrite Maybe-May said her 
apologies. She even dressed for the occasion, as her mother requested - 
wearing a cut down pink t-shirt (featuring the logo 'Will Fuck for $') and 
a mini-skirt that flipped around her ass.

   After eating a few mouthfuls of Hazel's wonderful spaghetti with 
meatballs, John looked over at his daughter.

   "So," he said. "Why don't you tell us about camp?"

   Maybe-May shifted in her seat (after running around naked so much at 
camp, sitting down in a skirt took some getting use too). "It was great," 
she said. "We went camping and swimming and played loads of games. And the 
horse stuff was so fun. Me and Beckie, we sucked our horse off together and
it sploshed all over her. She was drenched! And then I licked it off and 
that was fun too."

   Her father looked a little uncomfortable at that revelation, which 
didn't really make sense. What kind of father didn't want to hear about his
daughter having horse fun? He didn't even look to be hard under his pants 
but they were quite baggy and she couldn't be sure.

   "What else did you do, Maybe?" asked Hazel. Her voice was strained too.

   "Hum," she thought. "Well we had jill-off circles every night. That was 
totally awesome. And the counselors were so experienced. I learned a lot. 
I've got this pinkie trick you're going to love. Oh and in arts and crafts 
we made friendship bracelets, though I lost mine swimming."

   She held up her wrist, showing a faint band of skin several shades 
lighter than the rest of her tanned body.

   Again the strained smile from John. "So you got on well with everyone 
then?"

   "Well there was this one girl - Stacie - who was a total bitch. Always 
complaining. Never happy. Always my daddy fucks me better than this. Or 
back home I have a maid who eats me out every morning. And I was so like: 
liar. Because she was totally lying. I bet the only person eating her out 
is her mom - because no one else would put their mouth on that ugly box of 
hers, the stuck up bitch. So me and some of the other girls snuck into her 
cabin one night, stuck a penis-gag in her mouth, hog tied her and dumped 
her outside the boy's camp next door. I wrote 'Free use slut' on her 
forehead. It was three days before she came back to camp and three more 
before the cum stopped oozing out of her every time she sat down! Of 
course, Brittney thought it looked so much fun she volunteered to be tied 
up and given to the boys the very next day."

   Elian stood up suddenly and made for the door. "I need to go to my 
room." He sounded almost panicked.

   Brothers... Maybe-May shook her head. If her story got him hard, he 
didn't need to run off to rub one out. She was more than willing to suck 
him off under the table as she'd already made clear.

   "What else," said Maybe-May. "Oh! The archery. I loved the archery. I 
was like pow-pow-pow and my arrow hit right in the gold. Well, almost the 
gold. It was touching the line and that has to count for something."

   "I'm sure you're very good at archery, Maybe," said Hazel, sounding 
strangely relieved.

   "Yep. And I was really motivated. Ms Fischer - she taught us archery, 
you see, and was an Olympian years ago - said the best girl could fist her 
ass and she had a really hot looking ass. Took some effort but I got my 
hand right up in there!"

   John stood and made for the door. "I think I need to lie down too."

   What was with everyone today? Maybe-May shrugged and went back to her 
dinner. The spaghetti really was very good.

   Things didn't go back to normal over the next few days, but at least 
they didn't get worse. Maybe-May continued to worry about her family. Her 
father and brother kept coming up with excuses not to fuck her and even her
mother, Hazel, only offered up a single desultory finger-bang. Even that 
took a lot of badgering and Hazel refused Maybe-May's offer to go down on 
her in turn - muttering something about her period.

   A small part of Maybe-May worried there was something wrong with her. 
Was she not pretty enough? Would her father fuck her more if she had bigger
(or really any) breasts? But the strangeness seemed mostly focused on her 
house. Their neighbor, Mr Peterson, quite happily corn-holed her ass and 
sent her straight to paingasm town. The mailman, too, was more than happy 
to accept his complimentary blow job. A mailman refusing a blowjob would 
just be weird. There's a reason they all wear shorts.

   The normality armistice lasted until Tuesday morning. Wandering naked 
and still wet from her shower down the top-floor landing, Maybe-May glanced
into her brother's room.

   "What did you do!" she yelped as she looked around in horror.

   The walls were still black but that was the only thing that remained the
same. All the sex toys were gone, replaced with strange looking posters of 
rock and metal bands. None of the band members were even fucking each 
other. The bed was different too. Gone was the baroque iron monster with 
its inbuilt manacles. In its place was a far more boring bed of wood.

   "Oh, Maybe," said Elian, looking up from where he was affixing a poster 
to a lower corner of the wall. He twitched when he saw her nude body and 
hastily looked away. "Just redecorating. I don't need any of those childish
toys anymore."

   "But that bed... You loved that bed. Remember when I was ten and you 
fucked my chained up ass for the first time. I screamed so loud Mom and Dad
came to see and they thought you were doing such a good job, they joined in
too."

   "I've out grown such things. It's just meaningless pleasure."

   "That was the point!" shouted Maybe-May and stormed out.

   Maybe-May knew she couldn't stand to stay in the same house as her 
brother, right then, or she might say something she regretted. Instead she 
pulled on a pair of tight Lycra shorts, grabbed her bike and peddled down 
the street to her friend Nicole's house.

   Mr Stephenson answered the door to her knock, and at least he was 
behaving normally. Nicole's nine year old sister, Martha, was on her knees,
trying her best to get her father's fat cock into her mouth. It wasn't 
going well. No matter how wide she opened her mouth, the head wouldn't 
quite fit through. Kind of cute really.

   "Hello, Mr Stephenson, said Maybe-May as she dropped to her knees. Naked
but for the tight, body fitting shorts, she made a very pleasant sight. She
took the cock from Martha and showed her how it was done. After few minutes
heavy tongue work, she came up for air sporting a mouthful of cum.

   "Share," said Martha and Maybe-May happily pulled the small girl into a 
hot and heavy kiss, which she maintained until all the cum was gone. Martha
may not be much for cock sucking yet, but she could almost suck your 
tonsils right out.

   "Well that was a very nice treat, Maybe," said Mr Stephenson. "Are you 
here to visit Nicole?"

   Maybe-May nodded her head.

   "Go right on in."

   It would take a careful eye to tell Maybe-May's and Nicole's rooms 
apart. They had the same soft carpet, plush toys and pink-and-white 
decorations. Nicole also boasted a collection of sex toys to rival Maybe-
May's own and, as with all American girls, a teddy bear.

   Nicole had the Deluxe Rape-and-Ready version of the bear, with 
microphone linked locking cuffs and the piston action dildo. She even let 
Maybe-May try it once and it was amazing. With her hands locked in a bear 
hug, she couldn't get away. The bear just kept fucking her and fucking her,
blasting right through the hypersensitivity that followed Maybe-May's 
orgasms. The dildo had battered her cunt black and blue, and the bear only 
let her go when she was a sobbing mess, begging for release.

   "Morning Maybe," said Nicole, looking up from the teen magazine she was 
reading. Top Ten Tips for Turning a Terrific Trick said the cover. "Want to
suck my cunt?"

   "Sure," said Maybe-May. "Squish up." She clambered onto the bed and set 
to work. Nicole had the sweetest cunt in school - all Maybe-May's 
girlfriends said so.

   After bringing Nicole to three pleasant orgasms (neither girl was really
in the mood for a class A screamer), the two friends fell into other 
activities. They gossiped over school friends. Maybe-May had missed quite a
bit while at camp. Did Tiff really fuck the entire high school football 
team - you go girl! They cammed on Nicole's computer with two Australian 
boys, who were more than happy to see Nicole and Maybe-May lez-out but 
rather rudely refused to return the favor. They closed out their day by 
watching a new Netflix episode on the Story of O, which had a particularly 
smoking hot scene involving a dog. Nicole complained it wasn't book 
accurate but she was a purist when it came to things like that. God, she 
still bitched there was the wrong number of dwarfs in the main gang-bang 
scene in the Snow White live action remake! As if one or two extra cocks 
really mattered.

   By the time they were done hanging out, Maybe-May felt far more normal. 
It was very strange that her brother threw away all his best toys but he 
was still her brother and she still loved him.

   With a last kiss for Martha (the little girl really was very kissable), 
Maybe-May left the Stephenson's house and headed home. Topless, she peddled
hard down the quiet suburban streets, waving occasionally at people she 
knew.

   She arrived back home in plenty of time for curfew, stowed her bike in 
the shed, pulled off her shorts and used the garden hose to wash down her 
sweaty naked body. The cold made her shiver. Maybe clothes did have some 
uses after all.

   "Anyone home?" she shouted as she let herself in the back door using the
hidden spare key. "Anyone?"

   No one answered. Maybe-May wandered into the kitchen and found a note 
attached to the fridge. Her parents had stepped out and would be back soon.

   A smile slowly grew on Maybe-May's face. Given her families weird 
actions lately, she'd avoided fucking herself outside her bedroom. Sure, 
she indulged in a little petting in front of the TV and so on, but what she
wanted right then was a vibrator fueled cunt explosion right on the kitchen
table.

   Maybe-May hurried to her room, already wondering which of her many 
vibrators to choose, but stopped in horror only a step inside.

   They were gone. Everything was gone.

   Draws lay pulled open, bedding overturned, boxes emptied. Maybe-May 
looked from place to place, eyes wide. All her sex toys were gone - stolen.
The dildos, vibrators, but plugs, nipple clamps and more. Hundreds of 
pieces - a lifetime's work to collect - were all gone. Even Mr Fucks-A-Lot 
was missing, his place in the corner empty and lonely. Her heart broke a 
little at that.

   Was this her brother's idea of a sick joke? Maybe-May felt her rage boil
in her.

   "Elian!" she screamed and kicked open his door. He wasn't there; neither
were her toys.

   Maybe-May forced herself to be calm. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was a 
rational explanation. Maybe her parents had taken her toys to be cleaned, 
as an apology for their behavior over the last few days. It didn't quite 
make sense but it was something to hold on to.

   "I'll just wait for Mom and Dad to come back," she said to herself. They
could explain where her toys were and how she could get them back - they 
just had too. Until then she'd just have to find an alternate source of 
fun.

   The house was deathly quiet as Maybe-May made her way down the hall to 
her parents room. Technically she wasn't meant to enter the room without 
permission but this was an emergency. She pulled the door open and looked 
about. Like the other two bedrooms, this room was bereft of sex toys. Even 
her mother's prized horse-cock silicon dildo was gone from its normal pride
of place position on the dresser. Time was Hazel would use it to practice 
deep throating every morning with religious devotion and now it was simply 
gone.

   Something queer and nervous twisted in Maybe-May's gut but she resolved 
to continue her search. The room had a large cupboard and just because the 
toys weren't on display, didn't mean they were gone. She pulled open the 
mirror-door and began to dig through the boxes.

   What she found was far, far worse than any mere lack of sex toys.

   'The moral minority,' said the pamphlet. Maybe-May held it in numb 
fingers. The front page showed a serous looking Doctor Escobar Snopes. 
Everyone knew what Escobar Snopes looked like; he was the world's most 
wanted man.

   'It is wrong to have sex with children,' said the first page. 'It is 
wrong to have sex with family.'

   Maybe-May started to shake. No, no, no, no, no. Her family couldn't be 
moralists. They were good people. They fucked and loved her. A small dark 
part of her wondered if it was her fault. If she'd been a better fuck, if 
she'd sucked more cock or eaten more maternal cunt, would her family have 
escaped the snare of Escobar Snopes' diabolical cult?

   No!

   She couldn't think like that. This was child abuse, pure and simple, 
like they taught in school. Parents had to fuck there children. Anything 
else was dangerous and damaging.

   It wasn't her fault. It wasn't. It wasn't. It wasn't. It wasn't.

   But maybe it is, whispered the black voice at the back of her mind. 
Maybe if you had boobs...

   The front door banged open and Maybe-May almost jumped out her skin. Her
parents were here. Moralist cultists were here. She had to get away - tell 
the police.

   Instead she ran towards the from door, crumpled pamphlets in her hand. 
Her parents were there, only just inside the door, still taking off their 
coats.

   "What's this!" she screamed, waving the pamphlets in her father's 
shocked face.

   "Perhaps I can answer that," said Doctor Escobar Snopes as he stepped 
around John and towards Maybe-May. He looked just like his photo - a dapper
old gentlemen in a tweed suit and small silver spectacles. "You must be 
Maybe. Your father has been discussing your problems with me."

   Escobar Snopes pulled a strange glowing crystal from his pocket. "Look 
into the crystal, Maybe," he said, voice a velvety melodious stream. "Just 
look into the crystal and all your problems will dissolve away."

   Maybe-May tried to refuse. She tried to look away. But the crystal's 
light glinted in the corner of her eye and it drew her. She looked at the 
red glittering light and...

   "It is wrong to have sex with children," said Escobar Snopes

   And... And... That was true? Of course it was true. How could it be not 
true? You shouldn't have sex with children. Morality said so.

   The red light waxed and waned.

   "It is wrong to have sex with family."

   And that was true too. Of course you shouldn't fuck your family. Like 
ew, yuck. Who would want to fuck their Daddy or eat out their Mommy. They 
were so old. And brothers? Don't even think about it.

   "Sex should be private."

   And of course that was true. You shouldn't wander around naked or fuck 
in the street. Sex should be meaningful and special. It had to be carefully
treated if that was to be true.

   "Sex should be hidden from children."

   Sex should be... Sex should be... Parents shouldn't fuck in front of 
their kids. Of course not. That would be gross.

   "Sexual material should not be available to children."

   And of course only adults should be able to buy porn. And of course 
little girls shouldn't be given sex toys.

   And that was right-

   But that wasn't right-

   No!

   No, no, no, no!

   Maybe-May loved her sex toys and loved Mr Fucks-A-Lot. She'd had her 
best bear almost since she was born. She'd grown up with him, lost her 
virginity to him, cried with him when Jimmy Cooper said she was a dead-fish
fuck.

   The red light of the crystal flickered just before her eyes and somehow,
Maybe-May found the strength to slap out and knock it aside.

   The crystal shattered against the far wall. It turned into a million 
tiny pieces that flew in all directions. Those pieces broke apart, which 
then broke still further and then further still. In an instant the crystal 
spread to fill everything and, in a twist of light that hurt the eye, 
ceased to exist.

   Escobar Snopes stared at Maybe-May in horror and, now back in her right 
mind, Maybe-May glared right back. It is wrong to have sex with children. 
Who could come up with such trash?

   "You..." he said. "What have you done!" He grabbed for Maybe-May and his
hand crushed her shoulder.

   "You're hurting me!" cried Maybe-May. "Stop it. You are hurting me!"

   But Escobar Snopes didn't stop. He breathed faster, fury on his face. 
"You, you little slut," he almost spat.

   "Help!" shouted Maybe-May.

   And then help did come.

   "Get your hands off my daughter," said John and punched Doctor Escobar 
Snopes square in the face. The doctor went spinning away and smashed into 
the wall. His silver spectacles bent and the glass shattered.

   "Daddy," cried Maybe-May, tears in her eyes, and ran for her father. He 
caught her and swept her up and this time, when she moved to kiss him, he 
kissed right back. Their tongue's wrapped around each other as Maybe-May 
pushed out all her terror. It was over. Everything was over. Whatever dark 
power Escobar Snopes used to ensnare her family broke with the crystal. She
felt her Daddy grow hard against her, his jean covered cock pushing against
her naked hips.

   She broke the kiss. "Fuck me, Daddy," gasped Maybe-May.

   In another less important world Escobar Snopes staggered to his feet and
fled out the door, but that didn't matter right then. Only one thing 
mattered right then.

   John kissed Maybe-May hard as he pushed her against the wall. Hazel 
opened his pants and lined up his achingly hard cock with his daughter's 
dripping pre-teen cunt.

   "Always, my little mystery," he said and pushed inside.