Home Is Where the Heart Is.(MFFg, incest, ped, nudity) Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is meant for entertainment only. The author does not condone sexual relationships of any nature with underage girls or child abuse of any kind. The rain was coming down in sheets, pounding against the roof of my car. I looked at the front door of his house trying to understand why I was there. Especially after I had promised myself so many years ago that I would never step foot inside that place again. It had taken me almost seven years before I finally worked up enough courage to run away. In the dark of night. A night just like this one. Maybe he has changed; I kept trying to tell myself. When he called and said he had a surprise for me I didn't know what to think. I just knew that the sound of his voice made me tremble. Just like it had when I was eight. The sound of his deep and commanding voice made me so goddamn wet. Just like it did when I was ten. "Fuck," I whispered at the disapproving eyes looking back at me from the rearview mirror. I opened the door and slid out. By the time I made it to the front porch my new summer dress was drenched. But I knew that I wouldn't be wearing it for long. I knew that. I was never allowed to wear anything inside his home. Not since the morning of my seventh birthday. Not even when his sick, disgusting friends were over. Not even when my own mother begged him to at least let me put my underpants on. Just my underpants. He said no. I watched as my hand came up in front of me. Every fiber of my being was telling me to turn around and run like hell. To get as far away from him as I could. I knocked on the door. I heard familiar voices on the other side of it. Excited voices. I heard footsteps coming towards me. Getting closer. The door opened and he was standing there. He was smiling at me. He told me how much he missed me. He was watching some of the videos we made together and decided to call. Then he told me he loved me. Loved me more than any girl he has ever known. I knew he was lying. How? His lips were moving. He told me to take my wet things off. He didn't want me to ruin his newly refinished hardwood floor. He said if I took everything off he would get me a towel to put around myself. To cover myself with. I knew he was lying. His lips were moving. I told him I was fine and then asked what the big surprise was. Why was I there, standing in his foyer? He just looked at me and waited. He watched my hands begin to undo the only three buttons on the front of my dress. He watched me pull it up and off. He took it from me and waited. I reached back and unhooked my bra. I handed it to him. Then my panties. Couldn't I keep them on? Just my underpants and nothing else? I didn't bother to ask. I pushed them down my legs and stepped from them. I handed them to him as well. I watched him open the door and toss my wet clothes out on the lawn. I followed him, naked, into the living room. The first thing I saw was our mother standing with her face in the corner. The punishment corner. When she was in the corner she could be seen from every chair in the room. She was naked too and I immediately wondered if he ever let her wear anything. Anything but that ridiculous schoolgirl uniform he made her wear to do the shopping. The plaid skirt was so short it was impossible for her to conceal the white cotton panties she had on underneath. I was sure she had stopped begging him for something else to wear years ago. He wouldn't permit it because he liked our mother to be naked and available for him. Or to feel completely powerless and degraded when she wasn't naked. He wanted her to always know her place. He also savored her humiliation. She asked him once if she could attend church on Sunday mornings. She missed the worship service so much. Of course you can, he told her. Then he made our forty-one year old mother wear her schoolgirl uniform. Her hair braided in two pigtails. No bra beneath her white button-down shirt. She never asked him again. Making our mother feel worthless and slutty always made his cock hard. He ripped her panties off and fucked her in the ass as soon as she walked though the door. He made me watch. He always made me watch when he raped our mother's ass. He would make her stand in the corner whenever he molested me. He wouldn't let her watch. He knew how much harder it was for her to hear the sounds of her eight year old daughter crying. How it made her feel even weaker and more pathetic because she was completely powerless to make him stop. But my mother never knew the true reason for my tears. I loved what my big brother was doing to me and it made me feel so guilty that I cried. And I cried even harder when he brought me to climax. Every act of cruelty or perversion he inflicted on our mother was matched by the gentleness and affection he showed me. My brother knew how each of us ticked and what aroused us the most. He used that knowledge with great skill. Mom's ass was bright red. Cleary she had been taken over her son's lap a few minutes before my arrival. She claimed she hated the way my brother, her son, treated her. The things he did to her. Just as much as I said I hated what he did to me years ago. But it was only because I knew it wasn't fair for him to treat her like dirt and to treat me like a princess. A princess that was never allowed to wear age-appropriate clothing. For a little girl. If I was permitted to wear anything it would be an outfit only a stripper would pick. But unlike me, Mom had never escaped. She had never even tried to. I don't think she was able to find the inner strength to do something like that. To challenge his absolute authority and total control. Even in such a passive way as fleeing in the middle of the night. Like I had done nine years before. Standing naked in my childhood home brought back so many memories. Wonderful memories, if I was going to be honest with myself. Except the energy in the house somehow felt different to me. The way my brother was treating me and how he spoke to me was different. I suddenly realized he hadn't kissed me or fondled my small breasts. I had been in the living room for almost five minutes and a finger had yet to penetrate my bottom or my pussy. I wasn't on my knees with my brother's massive cock shoved down my throat. He walked over and sat down on his favorite leather chair and looked at the coffee table in front of him. On it sat three tall glasses. Two of them were filled with beer and the third one with water. I was instructed to come to him. To sit on his lap. Like I had done countless times before. I did as I was told. It felt so nice to be sitting naked on his lap again. Mom standing in the punishment corner, her bottom glowing red, and me being treated like my big brother's special little girl. It was the way most adult children probably feel when they go home for Christmas. Forgotten memories of a time in their life that seemed perfect in every way came flooding back. I couldn't help but smile. But my erect nipples were not being pinched or rolled between his thumb and forefinger. My wet pussy was ignored. My anus went unmolested. I suddenly became frightened. Did my brother no longer desire his little princess? The sister he had taught so well from a very early age. The child he had trained to obey him and do whatever he commanded without hesitation. Something was going on and I had no idea what it could be. "Since you chose to leave me and have our child without me, to raise her without my guidance and control, you are no longer my special little baby-cunt," my brother announced. A shiver of dread shot down my spine. "I'm so sorry, Sir" I replied with tears welling up in my eyes. "I was twelve years old and pregnant and scared. I was so stupid. I was being a selfish bitch. There is no excuse for what I did to you. To you and Mommy-cunt." I looked over at our mother and I could see her trembling with sobs of her own. I had disappointed the two people I loved more than all others except my child. I mean my brother's child. A man's property has nothing she can call her own. I asked him to punish me. To whip me and beat me. I begged him to forgive me. He pushed me from his lap. I hit the floor hard and the pain was intense. But it was nothing compared to the agony and the shame I felt in my heart. He told me to stand up. I obeyed as quickly as I could. Maybe there was some way for me to undo what I had done. Or at least atone for my sins. I was told to drink all three glasses of beer and water on the table in front of us. I was given ninety seconds to do it. Thirty seconds for each one. The first was easy. The second glass of beer was more difficult and I wasted too much time. There was only fifteen seconds left for me to drink the water. But I did it and even somehow managed to keep all that fluid down without choking or coughing it up. Although I also felt like I was drowning. When I was done I quickly assumed my brother's favorite position. I spread my feet apart, bent forward at the waist and parted the cheeks of my bottom with my hands. He said nothing and he left me untouched. Tears were rolling down over my face and spilling to the floor below. It didn't take long for the beer and water to race though me. "Sir, may I have permission to pee?" I asked. My request was met with silence. Five minutes passed. He inserted a finger into my vagina. I felt overwhelming relief that he found I was wet and ready for him to use. But I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold my full bladder. "Please, Sir, I really need to pee!" More silence. Five more minutes passed. My legs were starting to ache because I was so out of shape. Spending an hour a day four or five days a week at the gym doesn't condition you properly. The way property should always be conditioned. It was getting harder and harder to keep my legs apart and straight. While also bending over as far as possible and holding the cheeks of my bottom as far apart I as could. His finger went into my pussy again. His thumb caressing with my swollen clit while he finger-fucked me. I needed to pee so badly I was starting to panic. He pulled his finger from me, glistening with my juices and rammed it into my tight hole. The hole that I had been displaying so obscenely for his eyes. Two or three drops of piss leaked from my urethra and splattered on the floor between my feet. "Trisha, it's time, my love." My brother called my...his daughter's name. Was my...was his child here somewhere in this house?! My question was answered when a beautiful seven year old girl walked through the kitchen door into the living room. She was wearing a pair of pink thong panties and a matching tank top t-shirt. Both were so tight on her they were clearly a size too small. The bottom of the t-shirt had been cut off. The thing barely hung down far enough to cover her flat breasts. Two holes were cut out to expose each of her pretty pink nipples. She was carrying a crystal flower vase in her hands. "Hi Mommy," Trisha said excitedly when she saw me. But then she froze in place when she realized her mother was completely naked and displayed in such an obscene way. She looked over at her grandmother, shrugged her shoulders and continued walking towards her father and me. Maybe the all grownup women in our family run a round naked here, she must have decided. How did my daughter get here, I silently questioned with shock on my face. Where the hell was Lucy, the fifteen year old babysitter I had left her with? Both questions were answered when I saw the girl peeking through the kitchen door. Like me, she was also completely naked. I didn't know it at the time but my brother had purchased the girl a few weeks before. Her mother had a bad gambling addiction and apparently her substantial debt was called in. The woman had been given a choice. She could either have her daughter start working as a prostitute until the debt was paid off or she could allow my brother to "come to the rescue". What the woman didn't know was that my brother would demand a much more painful and personal way to repay his kindness. "Did you know I have an uncle and a grandma?!" Trisha asked me. "Yes, baby," I whispered hoping my brother wouldn't object. The blinding sting on my ass as soon as the words left my mouth told me that he did. "Your mommy-cunt needs to go potty, Trisha," my brother informed our...his daughter. "Put the vase under her and then we can watch her make pee-pee." The heat from the blush that quickly filled my face burned. This was beyond any humiliation I was expecting by brother to inflict. "Okay, Uncle Ray," Trisha replied like it was all some kind of fun activity we were doing together. Her mommy was naked and was going to potty right there in the living room while her father and Trisha watched me doing it. Plus her new grandma had been spanked brutally hard while Trisha got to count each of the smacks out loud. She was very proud of the fact that she could count that high. Why had her mommy kept these fun people a secret from her for so long? Trisha carefully placed the vase between my parted legs and watched me squat down over the top of it. Her father pulled her between his knees and ran one hand over her tiny nipples making them hard almost instantly. My brother knows how to pleasure a girl's nipples. No matter how old or young she it. His other hand went to the waistband of her thong panties and pulled on the front. They both looked down together and peeked at the hairless vagina hiding inside. "Move your feet apart, baby-cunt, so I can rub your sweet little pussy while your mommy-cunt goes potty," my brother instructed his daughter. "If you're a good girl I'll even put my finger inside you. I'm sure we need to start preparing you for my cock." I could feel his eyes glaring at me because he knew I had never intended to let him fuck our child. In any of her virgin holes. "Mommy says I'm not supposed to let anyone touch me there," Trisha replied very seriously. "I'm not even supposed to let you look at my privates." "That was your old mommy-cunt who told you that," my brother informed our daughter. "This new naked mommy-cunt wants you to do whatever Uncle Ray tells you to do. Isn't that right Mommy-cunt?" "Yes, Sir," I said as my pee quickly turned from drops to a study stream. "You obey Uncle Ray and do everything he tells you to do, my darling angel. It doesn't matter what it is. Do you understand me?" "Yes, Mommy...I mean, Mommy-cunt." After I had finished emptying my bladder in front of my brother and his child I was told to take my vase into the bathroom and freshen myself up. I was also told to pour the contents of my new potty-jar into the toilet bowl and then clean it thoroughly. The vase would be the only thing I would be allowed to pee into for the next month. I was also expected to carry it with me at all times. I would even be sleeping with it. When I returned to the living room our mother was sitting on the couch facing her son's chair. Her legs were spread obscenely apart and she had two fingers buried inside her shaved pussy. I had no pubic hair on my vagina either, but it was not because I had ever shaved or waxed. My brother had plucked the very first hair that sprouted down there and I was expected to do the same with every new one that came in. After seven or eight months I guess the hair just gave up trying to grow. So my pussy has looked the same as it did when I was ten ever since. Ray ordered me to join our mother on the couch. He didn't need to add that I was also expected to open my legs wide for their amusement and start fingering myself just like his daughter's grandma-cunt was doing. We watched as my brother slipped Trisha's thong down around her knees and then pulled her tank top off. He turned her around and ran his hands over her smooth, undeveloped body. He had her lean against the inside of his thigh and pulled her adorable bottom cheeks apart. o I could tell how pleased my brother was with Trisha's almost pink-colored anus. When she was again facing Grandma-cunt and me he placed a finger between the puffy lips of her vagina. He wasn't pleased at all that she was still so tight. "What the fuck kind of worthless mother have you been to my daughter?" he asked me angrily. "How the hell am I supposed to get my cock in there when you obviously haven't been preparing her for me?" My own mommy-cunt had used various dildos as well as her fingers to stretch and groom my pussy. It began the morning after Ray had taken charge in our home. The morning after he raped her for the first time. Although I'm still not sure if it can be considered rape when the woman fully consents to her own sexual violation. But it's the term my brother prefers using so it's what Grandma-cunt and I have always called it. The way he was talking to me told me that I was now below his daughter in the hierarchy of our family. Trisha had clearly replaced me as my brother's special little girl. I was now Mommy-cunt and our mother would be Grandma-cunt. He pulled her panties the rest of the way down and told me to get both of them ready. I knew I would be punished in front if his daughter after he was done using her tiny bottom. I immediately climbed from the sofa and crawled to them on my hands and knees. My brother grabbed his daughter around her waist and carried her over to the dining table next to the kitchen door. He laid her face first across the table and told our mother to get her ass over there and get her pussy in front of Trisha's face. But first he made her stand still while she held her large breasts up with her hands. He slapped them until Grandma-cunt was screaming and begging for mercy. Ray wanted his child to see that every female in the house was his to use and abuse in any way he desired. My brother hollered for Lucy to bring him a beer. The fifteen year old came racing through the door with a bottle in her hand. Her eyes went to Trisha lying naked face down on the dining table, her legs hanging over the side. Our mother was obediently standing in place while Ray slapped her tits with frighteningly loud and vicious whacks of his hand. And then me, down on my knees trying to pull his hardening cock from his trousers as fast as I could. As soon as he way ready I lubed his daughter's anus with my lips and tongue, making sure to get them as slick as I could. I wanted her first anal fuck to be something pleasant and one she would remember and cherish for the rest of her life. Grandma-cunt got up on the table, her wet pussy positioned in front of Trisha's mouth. I aimed the tip of my brother's cock at its intended target and held it until it was far enough in Trisha's cute little butt that it would stay. I looked over at Lucy's smiling face and knew she was happy to be the newest member of our close family.