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 {I know I said I'd let you guess, but let me just spoil this for you: This
is a fictional account of her sexual harassment, molestation, and
manipulation of "Eddie" and his whole family.  Except for Carla, at least
not directly.  Moving on, without announcing the transition to
Delante/Gerrol, and his siblings.  She's not a child molestor, per se,
she's capable of it.  For profit, from prostitution, pornography, and
sexual blackmail.  I warned you, she would be capable of anything, just not
what specifically:

   Excerpts in [Brackets] are written in the style of a letter, to an
erotic magazine.  Pretty much all this is, a parody of porn store writing,
from the 70s-to-80s.  Needless to say everything has been changed, and they
don't even bother with names from the beginning.  Why it could be anywhere
in America, Relations are really all they care about, because it's that
kind of Fantasy.  Incidentally, his.} at least the way she writes it, {He
at least subconsciously believes she's into it, or if she reads this, it
will affect her sexuality.  So, it's not wrong, "I love my daughter, we
just have a special way to show it."
Leitmotif: George Michael - "Freedom" (Faith)

   ;}

   [Uncle (Mg Ince Fant Lies)

   My wife took the kids.  After church, I stayed behind, "I have something
to take care of."

   In my pants, I didn't think she ment anything by it.  She's almost
eleven, but they sheltered her.  Of course, I'm not really a believer, but
I married a Christian, so that basically made me a christian.  I went to
church, it made her happy, so treat it like a date.  She wants to see chick
flics, so you end up not watching a lot of chick flics with her.

   That's all it is, only it's a Passion Play.  She's passionate about
Jesus.  I'd be a little jealous, if I thought he ever existed.  I have to
admit he had some good things to say, about not judging people, but it
always made her especially passionate last night.

   Saturday night, she said "Oh God!" but how do you compete with that? 
"Jesus!" Hahaha, if she wants to compare me to Him, fine by me.  I can even
imagine her climbing right up on the cross.  Riding his woody, or the
Priests.  Moving down the line, of them kneeling reverently.  Oops, ran out
of bread, but never mind.  Unzipping his pants, "Body of Christ." Giving
her a taste.

   "Uh!" Maybe I should work out, he does have a pretty good body.  Looks
like, if you ignore the holes in the arms, the legs, the side.  Climbing
up, on the rag so "Blood of Christ" makes sense.  "Ngh, cup of heav'NH!"
Through my clenched teeth, shake it off.  Suck the dribbles of the back of
my knuckles, and wash the rest down the sink.

   You know it's not white?  Jizz, you have to see it on white porcelain to
tell, but it's really a real bright yellow, I think.  I can see it, and
wash the rest off my hands, but I even like the taste.  A little, not like
I want to suck dick, or swallow a whole load, but just the tingle at the
back of my tongue reminds me, while I head out, and grab my cigarettes from
my jacket.  Before she gets home, she doesn't lik me smoking, but what she
doesn't know won't hurt her.

   If I do burn in hell, it won't be for that.

   She came back up, to the porch, so I put it out.  "Forgot something," I
let her in, and she set her notebook down.  Bent over to search the couch,
so I went and got some ice-water.  Hot day, but I came back in time to see
her stuff some white cloth in her purse.

   "Is that," didn't look like a hankie.

   She giggled, "My underpants." And fled for the door.  I stopped her,
"Why did you take them off?"

   "They got hot." She waved them in my face, so I backed up.  Through the
door, so she could dart around me, and skip down the steps.

   In that skirt, it was too long to see.  If I looked, but they were in
fact a little pair of girl's underwear.  I sniffed, but didn't smell
anything.

   Then, I thought to check my porn stash.  When my wife got home with the
kids, I just dropped the mattress back over them, but I couldn't tell what
was missing.

   "Oh," she held it up, "Looks like she left her notebook."]

   ;

   {Okay, here's where I mention again child molesters, and their excuses.
Even without Family Secrets, but discrepancies reflect that they're Both
lying.  Neither one comes right out and says "S/he came onto me!" but
that's how they tell the stories.}

   ;

   [Cousin (Gbg Baby Ince Play)

   I didn't teach them anything.  My cousins, if anything I learned it from
him first.  I was supposed to watch them, he was only about 5, or 6, but he
had a baby sister.  I just left them playing in their room, but when I came
back, I was shocked to catch them playing something sexual.  I had to've
been about 10, give or take, but I heard about sex.

   Not a whole lot, mostly giggling about it with my friends, and they're
all in forth, 5th, or 6th grade, too.  I got a little talk when I had my
period, but it was all about growing up, nothing about sex.  I heard "Suck
my Dick" before though, and I knew that was bad.  So, I called him, "Stop
that!" I picked her up, my baby cousin cause she started crying as soon as
I made her stop.  "Put your willy away!"

   He had no shame, but it turned out to be innocent.  "What do you think
you're doing?"

   "She likes it!"

   "Well," she did start crying, "It's wrong."

   "Why?"

   "Well," I don't know, "Jesus said thow shall not spill your seed.  Um,
I'll look it up in the bible, and read you it later, but it's a sin. 
Sodomy, and you'll go to hell."

   "Why?"

   "Well, for one your not married, and you can't marry your little
sister?" Which begged the FAQ:

   "Why?" He didn't even have all his teeth yet.

   "Uh!" At least she stopped crying, sucking on my pinky instead, "Because
God said no."

   "Books," he said, and went and got them.  He can't read, he's in 1st
grade, but that's just like ABCs, and drawing letters for practice.  Not
like nouns, and verbs, and sentence structure stuff, he can't even spell
his name right, most times.  So, he had no idea those weren't story books
he found.  They're dirty magazines, my dad is a good Christian, and so's my
aunt, but she made him go to Church.  So, I watched their kids on Sundays,
so they didn't have to worry about her crying.  In church, it got me out of
it, I'm a atheist.

   It's just stories, but I was still in elementary, so I didn't even know
what Incest was.  Or it was called that, until I started reading the
stories.  Family Secrets, I knew it was wrong, before I even read it.  In
the stories, not every one, but a lot of them said that.  Like: "I knew it
was wrong.  Looking at my step-daughter naked, and getting hard.  What I
was thinking about doing to her, and jerking off.  Thinking about her hot
young pussy, and cumming, up that tight teenage twat."

   My uncle, he had Family Touch too.  Pictures, they said where 18 years
old.  The models, many of them looked a lot younger, but still teenage.  At
least middle school, and they shaved.  I guessed, I wasn't even 13 yet, and
I had enough hair you could see it, but I didn't.  Shave, I tried it, but
cut myself, so I stopped.  My legs are a lot easier, and I wasn't that
hairy.  My cousins didn't know what they're doing, just looking at the
pictures, and doing what they saw, but I sure did.  It was wrong, incest,
and I told them, but then I started reading them.

   To him, for nap time, I changed it from "My sister," to "My wife," so
the stories were about moms, and dads, so we started playing that.  I
married him, because I said you have to be married, and you can't marry
your sister, but I knew that ment you can't marry your cousin, neither.  It
was just pretend, play wedding, the baby sat up in all the dolls, and
animals, and I said "With the power vested in me," but I didn't really have
none.

   "I Have the Power!" He held up his hands, like He-Man.

   I giggled, and put his hands down.  Said "You may kiss the bride," but I
bent down, and kissed him.  Then, I pulled my shirt up so the baby could
suckle, till she fell asleep.  With the dirty book, I pretended to read it,
but I made most of it up.  It gave me ideas, but I read this one already.
All of them, but it had a couple pictures.

   To show him, I got up.  "Then, we put the baby to bed..." I set her in
the crib, "Then, on our wedding night." He had a little kid bed, it's not
big enough for both of us.  To sleep together, so we didn't, we just had
sex.

   Oh, I read what it said about Sowing Seed.  In the Gospels, all 3 of
them, but it didn't matter.  He didn't even have all his teeth yet, so he
wasn't sowing any seed anywhere.  Besides, right after that Jesus said the
seed was the word of God, not jism.  Silly, I guess the preacher got it
wrong, but he's not God, Jesus, nor a profit.  He's a man, and men are
fallible.  It says it right there, when a man hears the Word and doesn't
understand it, Satan comes and snatches it from his heart.  Just like the
crows on the wayside, don't believe me?  Look it up.

   I put the stories down, since I couldn't talk, and suck on him at the
same time.  To get him hard, but I like that it gets nice and wet. 
Slipping through my mouth so skin covers the end, then the head peeks out
like a worm.  I read about pussy eating, in another one.  About a lesbian
mother, teaching her daughter, or that was the best one.  I learned the
most about it from, I tried it on the baby, but she peed.  Which was gross,
but she's so much better at it.  Like the story said, nobody does it as
good as a good little girl.  "Yeah, suck it.  Suck it good." My clit,
especially when he sucks it out, then it pops back in.  The skin, and the
fat on top.

   Where my pubes are growing out, I like them now.  Playing with them, in
front of his nose sucking my clit in and out, but not as good as his
sister. She's already out, for naptime, but she got my nipples nice and
slippery too.  They grew first, before I even got my period, they got
swollen, and ached a little until I massaged them.  I guess that was the
first sexy thing.  I remember, waking up feeling them.  Swollen, but that
made them hurt less, and even feel good until I got my period, and they
stopped hurting.

   "Huh!" The nice thing about him sucking me is he went soft.  So, I had
to suck it hard again, but I already flipped ahead.  I don't really have a
brother of my own, but the next one had a brother, and sister.  Doing it,
but I changed it when he got hard, and I showed him.  "Then, he made me his
wife."

   He made me wet, sticking his tongue in, and wiggling it around like I
told him.  Now, he was hard, and wet too.  So, I turned around, and sat on
him.  I had to feel it, and it said she fucked him.  In the story, but he
was to little.  I figured out, if I was careful, and got it wet enough in
there, I could stick my finger in without breaking it.  My cherry, and some
of my fingers are bigger then his dick.

   And they got bones in them, I don't know why they call it a boner when
it doesn't even get that hard, really.  Barely hard enough to put it in me,
but I can feel it with my cherry.

   "Oh, yeah!  God damn yes, I'm cumming!" Not really, but that's what you
say.  It's just pretend, but before he went soft, and slipped back out. 
Fell on his tummy, where it sticks out like a chin, and crawls back in the
skin like a shy worm.

   "Mh, hm!" I tried to suck him hard again, but he fell asleep.  So, I
checked on the baby.

   If I'm careful, I can get her diaper off without her waking up.  I'm
gonna make her a lesbian, when she gets a little older, and understands
words.  Potty train her first, that's no way to get it wet, but I'm already
wet, so I took her in the living room, and got on the couch with her.

   She can suck me off, though.  In her sleep, but when she wakes up, I
just hold her to my nipples, and feel their spit in with my fingers.

   I can get off.  I don't cum, hell my cousins don't, but I can get an
orgasm.  It just takes a while, but I like it.  Hours, or more then an hour
left, before they get home.

   "Yeah," I would never, let them catch me.  "Nmh, yeah!" Like this. 
"HhHhHhH!  Heah."

   I'm gonna do it.  Some day, I'm gonna fuck him.  My uncle, I bet it's to
big, though.  For me, I mean I seen it, but never hard, and they get bigger
when there hard.  I'm not even a teenager yet, but I can get 2 in. 
Finally, it takes a while, but I bet if I keep working at it, I can get 3
in today.

   Unless they get home early.]

   ;

   {...Or at least that's how they always told them.  In Family Secrets
Magazine, when I read them as a kid.  That's why I write these, to
illustrate the Abusers, and their excuses.  It's not my fantasy, it's just
the one I grew up with.  None of the sexual action actually happened, that
I am aware of.  AFAIK, it was all just Covert Incest...}

   ;

   "Uncle" {Mfam NS}

   I read it, in the den.  Well, the fantasies she'd written so far, at
least I thought the're fantasies, but by the time I figured out what to
look for, it was to late.  My wife was in bed, with the baby, but my son
was still up, so I asked him about it.

   Of course not, she wrote [Dear Family Secrets,] but she made it all up.
I asked him, if he ever saw any magazines, with people naked in them.  Then
I asked if his cousin showed him any, or did anything with him.  In his
underpants, or if she even made him take them off.  He couldn't even
remember ever seeing her naked, or being naked around her.  Even to piss,
he was potty trained, before she even started watching them on Sundays. 
Their church, some weird kind of Baptists don't believe in teaching
children, before they're baptized, or baptizing children.

   Apparently I misunderstood what they mean by Baptist, not that I payed
much attention.  I asked if he played anything like that with his sister,
but he just said that his cousin changed her.  "Dapa," of course, but even
if he saw something, sexual, he could hardly understand it.

   I yawned, and sent him off to bed, but he was down for a nap when we got
home anyway.  Maybe she's playing with herself, and writing nasty stories,
stealing porn, and leaving her panties when she's supposed to be watching
them, but at least she makes sure they're asleep, right?  She made it up,
but if she was a lesbian, she'd lie about it, right?  Yeah, right, I tried
it but it was gross.  I didn't get off on it, but she sure was better at
sucking my clit.

   Because she's a girl, I think I remember something like that in the
Twincest sister story, anyway.  Right, nobody could ever know it better,
because they're twins, and been 69ing for years, but the very idea, of her
just playing with her up on the couch.  In the living room, writing nasty
stories about sucking her cunt when she changed her diapers, and making her
suck her until she got off.

   "Nh, uH!" I covered it up, and felt it pump out in my hands.  Like
blood, in pulses out of time with the thudding in my ears.  Holding my
breath, and then gasping for it so the rush of oxygen intensified, and
prolonged the orgasmic sensation.  "Huh!"

   Fantasizing about molesting them, teaching them to have sex, and playing
mommy games with them, but Junior never even heard of playing Mom and dad,
getting married, or anything.  It was just fantasies, it says they pay for
submissions if they publish them, but if you read the fine print, it's
Copywrite their publisher.  Still, a hundred bucks must seem like a lot of
money when you're that young, and babysitting for 20s.

   [It just gets boring, waiting for us to get home, when the kids are
down, and she can't turn the TV on without waking up the baby.]

   Just need to rewrite it a little.

   ;

   {One thing that always bothered me was how perfectly everything lined
up, like ages.  I guess if you're fantasizing to jerk off, you don't really
care about writing a 5, 10, 15, and 20 yo getting insexed, as long as it's
incestuous.  They don't publish shit like this, any more.  AFAICT, I never
even saw them in the stores, being too young to go in with dad, so I assume
they're on the rotating racks just like they have the Bears, Dyke,
Crossdresser, and Tranny Action comics, and erotic storiy collections
today, between the wall racks of glossy pictoral porn that sells better,
but some people preferred to read stories back then.

   Men, and women, for various reasons, not the least of which that stories
about children don't directly involve real kids like taking pictures of
them would.  That, and it can be as perfect as your fantasy, she can be as
pretty as you like, and you can have the biggest dick you imagine.  Or 36
Ds when you're 15, even when you're 11, or 12 when you write it...}

   ;

   [Insister (gbfM Nice Fant.)

   Daddy took mom to work, but it takes like an hour to go there, and come
back with dinner.  They both work, 3 mouths to feed, but I figured out the
cable password.  We're supposed to stay in bed, but I got my brother from
his room.  Since I had the TV and VCR.

   [Star Virgins] It's Sci Fi!  Okay, they dress up and pretend, somebody
made a set up to look like a crappy space-ship, I don't care about Buck
Naked, as long as he gets Buck Naked.  With Flash Johnson, these weren't R
Rated like on cable.  XXX, so I should have been 18 to look at it, much
less my little brother, and his little sister.

   Half brother, and sister, I guess, different dad, but I call him daddy
too.  Anyway, he's better looking then my real dad, and richer so he didn't
have to run out on mom, and stiff her on Child Support.  Why she's got to
work, I'm glad cause that leaves us alone when we go to bed.

   Brad is almost 10, and he's not shooting blanks no more.  He likes the
movie, so I just let him watch it, and sucked it slow so he didn't cum too
quick.  While Babs got down between my legs.  She potty trained, and that
was great.  I get to see her pee, all the time.  She still wipes it, before
the pee even starts coming out, and keeps running her wet fingers back and
forth through her little babycunt.  Still like a baby, baby fat, with a
cute little face, and big round cheeks feel soft between my thighs, while
the music speeds up.  The base gets wacky, so they ooh, and ah louder over
it.

   He didn't even knock.  Didn't have to, it wasn't even locked.  His
house, I bet he knew all along.  I caught him first, peeking in on the two
of them.  Whatever they were doing in there, but he rubbed his hardon in
his pants.  I saw it, but he hurried off when he heard me.  Giggling on the
stairs, he just slammed the door, and I guess got it out.  To finish it, I
wish he stayed, but this time Brad was so proud.

   "Look dad," No hands, "See?"

   "Ngh!" I turned away when the first splash hit my chin.  He must've
turned, or aimed it, because the rest shot out, hot all over my burning
chest.  Ran down between my big round heavy tits, but I waited till I heard
him.

   "The fuck?"

   "Nhhhhh!"

   Babs stopped, sat up, and turned around to look, but it was too late.  I
slipped my fingers in my dripping gash to feel the muscle flex.  Pull my
pussy tight under the tip of my middle finger.  Almost slipping in, to
touch my cherry.

   Yup, it's still there, I saved it for him.]

   ;

   [Uncle "Daddy." (Mg Ince Fant)

   It's not like we're related.  I caught her, this time she showed up
early, and I found her down in the basement while my wife took care of the
kids upstairs.  She's really my niece, but by marriage.  She likes calling
me daddy, and teased me.  Leaving her stories, like notes for me to find
them.  It wasn't my wife, she would never, and just looking at the hand
writing, you could tell it was a smaller hand.

   Younger, in the way she writes as much as the little Hears, and such she
embellishes it with.  The dirty little pictures doodled in the gloss, next
to the red line to cut off her crammed little paragraphs.  All she got
wrong in her inexperience, but she doesn't want to take them home.  Where
she could get caught with them, so I hide them down here.  My wife doesn't
come down here, as long as I bring the dishes up, and take out the trash.

   She has her space too, I don't bother her while she's in there sewing,
and she doesn't care when I talk about my computers, and more than I do
about cross stitch.  Whatever that is, but I never caught her at it.  She
wasn't supposed to be there, so I ducked back up the stairs, and locked the
door from the inside.

   Lazy about it, stark naked, but bent over the notebook at the drafting
table.  Cute little tits, not shy about them, not even an A cup, so she has
to go out of her way to show them off.  In those modest blouses, long
skirts over the knees, her long hair draped over the front, and her narrow
shoulders.  Certainly not like this, even the hair pulled back, and tied on
the side, and hanging beside her arm.

   Slutting around without her underwear, stinking them up with sex, then
stuffing them down.  Deep in the couch, beneath the cushions, so I had to
sniff them out to find the corner to dig deeper.

   Subtle!  Sneaky, I guess it's just her way of seducing me.  I
understand, it can be intimidating, coming to a grownup, and trying to talk
about these adult urges.  Sexual urges, she doesn't know what to do, and
porn certainly isn't a healthy education.

   "Huh!" she dropped the pencil, "You gonna just stand there and watch me,
or you wanna come in here, and give me a hand with this?"

   Like an echo, not really De Ja Vue, but I only read that before.  "You
want a hand with that?" where she got it from, we ready the same stories.

   Fantasies, until then.

   "My family's here."

   "I know," she took my hand.  Standing, naked in front of me, and lifting
it to my chest.  "That's what makes it so hot."

   She took my other hand, and put it between her legs.

   I made excuses, put it off, and played hard to get.  I know it's wrong,
and I should have been stronger than that, but I didn't kick her out of
bed. There wasn't even a bed to kick her out of, so we made do with the
sofa.

   The leather one, in the corner of the den.  Maybe I should get a
hide-a-bed down here.

   "Cummon," she sat me down first, twisted sideways on the cushion, so it
rubbed against her twisting naked bottom.  "Daddy," Her legs, spread wide
open, and leaning back to let her hair hang behind her.  Stretching out
over the arm of the couch.]

   ;

   [Daddy (G/M Exhi/Voye.  F Somn)

   "Huh!" I crawled out of bed, and let the night wood relax.  To hang over
the toilet, closed my eyes, and just listened to the piss chuckle in the
bowl.  Flushed, and washed my hands, then stopped.

   Hand towel over the door-knob, I turned back to hang it.  By feel, but
she had the covers pulled back.

   To bunch behind her, she had a nitemare, but must have woken up when I
slipped out of bed.

   The middle of the night, I turned off the light, but the glow from my
bedside payed down over her night gown.

   She turned over, to face the bathroom, but pulled up the hem.  I
couldn't see between her legs, with them up beside her, but the neat short
patch of curls dissappeared after a momentarily flash to show me that she
hadn't worn underpants.  I held my breath, immediately hard again, and
watched her.

   Quietly, her mother sawing logs behind her.  In the shadow, I couldn't
see her, but she drowned out any sound we might make.

   "SNH?" She bit her lip, and stopped.  Rubbing the satin between her
legs, and relaxed her grip.  On the side of her chest, she grinned, biting
her lip, and her eyes flashed open in surprise.

   Until my wife turned over, snorted, and eventally went back to snoring.
More quietly, but she looked down.  At the front of my pants, and she
smiled brightly when I pushed the tent pole back up.

   "Ngh!" I couldn't keep my eyes open.

   "HhHhH!" She let out the breath, she must have been holding, and tried
not to gasp.

   I closed the door, as quietly as I could.  So, I didn't grunt loud
enough to wake her.

   "Huh!" Finally it stopped.  "Huh!" I wet a washcloth, but I didn't have
any pajama bottoms in here.  Not ones that weren't shamefully full of jizz,
from watching her play with herself.

   In my bed, right next to her mother.  she scooted back when I got back
under the covers.

   All cleaned up, and dried off.  My shorts stuffed deep into the hamper,
but at least I didn't have to worry about anything sticking out.

   Poking against her bottom, through the silky material she pulled down
modestly to snuggle up against me.

   I drifted back off to sleep, and told myself it was just a dream.]

   ;

   Denice (Pun intentional.)

   "Fuck," ing, "Uh!" He slipped out, so I pulled off the rubber before he
finished.

   "Uh, huh!"

   "Coward!" Eyes squeezed tight, for the pornstar facial.  "Huh!" I wiped
it of with my hands, and rubbed them on my chest to get my tits wet, and
slip my nipples through my fingertips.  "Fuck me."

   "I can't." he pulled his underwear up.

   "Ngh, with your fingertips, dickless.  It's not fair, you can't hold it
long enough to get me off, but I wanna cum too, and my fingers are all
spermy.  You want me to get pregnant?  Touch me, daddy.  Fingerfuck me till
I cum!"

   This is the best part.  I got him by the balls.  Figuratively speaking,
but I learned something they don't write about in the stories.  Well, for
one, I'm not even a teenager yet, so if anyone goes to jail it's him.  My
juvie record gets sealed when I turn 16, and I got almost 5 years to do
whatever I want till then.

   "Nh, yeah.  Stick some in.  I said fingerfuck me.  It ain't that big,
but one's not gonna do it daddy.  You got yours, so gimme mine now."

   They didn't say that when he gets off, he'll do anything I say.  Guilt,
I guess.

   "Nyeah, suck my titty.  Yeah," suck your cum off my nipple, "Harder,
suck it harder, yeah!"

   Now he had pictures, what's the number for 9-11 again?

   "NhHhnyeah!" I bet I can cry.  Bite my tongue or something just to break
the tears out, telling them how my uncle fucked me.  "Oh, fuck yeah! 
Harder, deeper, and harder." I grabbed his wrist, "You can give me all 4, I
can take it." Ever since he broke my cherry, I made sure it was on my
period, so it didn't look suspicious when I left the bandage for mom to
find it.  "UhHuHuHUH UH!" Like a cat with a present.  "Yes, see?"

   I'm not a little girl no more.  Not your little girl, you prudish bitch,
as if I ever was that innocent, little.  Thing, she dressed me up as.

   "Ah, God!" Blaspheme, "Um, fucking.  Mary, yeah!" I fell back, panting,
and he slipped his fingers out.

   "Ngh!" I wiped my mouth, and rested my hand on my bangs.  "Fuck, thanks.
Can you get me a beer."

   "Now."

   "Hihihn!  Don't make me get up, you think it was junior stealing them?
Get me a beer, I'm thirsty.  And my smokes, out of my purse."

   "Okay," he handed them over.

   "Themks." I puffed, took a drag, and settled back.  "Khah!" He dropped
the lid in the trash can, and went up to take a shower.

   "Huh!" So much better than little boys and babies.  "Fuck yeah!"

   He just needs to lean to hold it.

   "Uh!" I need a dildo too.  I forgot to ask him, but I wonder if he'll
get jealous, or be grateful he doesn't have to satisfy me?

   "Yeah," a big one.  Bigger then him, so he can losen me up, then watch
me take it.  A 6 incher, or maybe one of those double dongs, but if they
make them with balls I never seen them.

   "Fuck it," literally.  He can get me both, and suck one while I fuck
another.  Or the other end, "Yeah!" We can suck it together, while I finish
what he started.

   As soon as he gets off, I can make him do whatever I want.

   I just need to figure out what I want to make him do.

   ;

   {They're co writing this, but most of the sexual action is her.  Because
he sucks at it, why he balked when he got her naked, on the couch in his
"Mancave." No idea what to do with it.  In the order they're written, not
submitted to the Incest story magazines.  (Several)}

   ;

   [Step-Father (M"f" "Teen" Fant.)

   I knew when I married her mom, Denise was.  Not shy, at all.  About her
body, a teenager but one of those.  That get so excited when they start
getting teenage things, like boobies.

   I just didn't expect her to walk around in her underwear.  Her mother is
such a prude by comparison.  Tries to keep her from dressing, "So slutty."
The way she says it, I wouldn't call her a slut.

   She's a virgin.  Let's just say I believe her, that's the opposite of a
slut, right?  She mentioned that she babysit too, but I had no idea that
she was taking pictures.  Until I caught her, with them.

   Polaroid, I'd seen her with them, but not like that.  He's only 13,
which is just 5 years younger, but, those 5 years.  Between being pretty
much a boy, and almost a man, like she was almost 18, and more sexual. 
Sexually precocious, than I imagined.

   Not so much in front of her mother, or me for that matter.  But the
first time, she was out shopping, and her daughter took a shower.  She came
out in a towel, and a pair of underpants.  The towel would have covered a
lot more if she didn't wrap it around her hair, but she just went right
across to her room, picked up a bra, and started putting it on.

   "At least shut the door," I reached in, and pulled it for her.

   "I get enough of that from mom, and I thought you're cool." She turned
it around her ribs, and pulled the straps up her arms.  Pulled the cups
out, then lifted them up.  Shook them a little until the surprisingly ample
globes settled in.  "You are," I stepped back, "Cool aren't you?"

   Looking up, she smiled, and blushed.  I didn't slam the door in her
face, but I went in the bedroom.  Just paced until I settled down, instead
of jerking off.  Listening at her door, as if I had to as loud as she
moaned, and squeeled in there.

   "Huh!" I just went down to the living room, and put some music on. 
Until she came down.  Fully clothed, but I saw those underwear again.  In
the top of the hamper, the next day, and they stank so much I had to push
them down, and pile more dirty clothes on top of them.

   Didn't get the vision out of my head, of her wearing them.  Topless,
then hearing her obviously playing with herself.  With the towel over her
pillow, with her damp dark spread out over it.  Her long thin hairless
thighs up, and spread open to the neatly trimmed pantiline.

   Feeling them in her hands, squeezing them till the nipples bulged out,
to pinch and twist them, then running her hands down her taut teen tummy.
Panting, bouncing like a trampoline, then running her fingertips through
her pubes.

   So deep the mons rolled down, puffing the young smooth lips out, and
slipping her fingertip between them.  Moaning, sideways on the bed to face
the old style keyhole.  We don't even have the key for it, so it's not
unlocked, I could have just walked across the hall any time to push it wide
open.

   My pants already open, desperately beating myself, hard as a rock
instead of just slapping the sides of the seat, and rolling my balls back
and forth on the cold white tile.

   "Ngh!  Yeah!"

   I don't know how much longer I can stand it, but I don't like what I saw
in those pictures.  He's only 13, and his little sister is just 8.

   "HhuhH!"]

   ;

   {Note that they skip past the awkward experimental teenage fumbling,
because they wouldn't write it like that.  It's not their fantasy, I'm not
even going to suggest what relation, if any they have between eachother. 
Beyond her babysitting his kids, and threatening to molest them, because
the babysitter gig isn't fantastic enough for them.  She'd rather imagine
something better, like a pervy step-father.}

   ;

   Big "Sister"

   ["UH!" She stomped off.  Choir practice, after church, but I was
watching her little sister.  Always wanted one, but babies don't count. 
You have to teach them everything, and it takes so long.  "Stupid babies."

   She sobbed, in her hands, and ran down the aisle.  I pulled my skirt
down, before she even made it out of the choir box, and followed her out
the double doors.  She ran up the stairs, to the balcony.  Where the Organ
lady sits, and there's a sound board, but the pipes are across the
sanctuary.

   "Oh," she curled up in the corner, "Are you okay?" I need a name,
"Esmarelda?" Rings a bell.

   "Hihihihn!" I sat down hugged her.  "Here," I felt under her hair.  "How
do you wear these things?"

   The robe, it's like a tent, but I found the snaps in back, and helped
her out of it.  Her hair flopped back down, and I smelled it.  "Snh, feel
better?" I read, "Polyester, doesn't it get hot?"

   "Mhm?" She nodded, but looked up.  "SNH!" Eyes shiny with tears, and wet
cheeks red with blood.  Mine pounded in my heart, "Doesn't it get hot?"

   "Especially in summer."

   "I bet!" I unbuckled my shoes, "I hate these shoes," one, "Two!"

   "Hihihn, yeah." She took hers off.

   "Especially in pantie hose," I rubbed her leg, "Like it's winter, uh!"

   I saw them, when her skirt flopped up.  On the playground, not tights,
or kneehigh socks.  White pantie hose, and panties under it.  Her cute
little butt shake, before the skirt flopped back down.

   "You know what's the worst, is the underwear." I leaned over, and
twisted.  Away from her, "Can you unhook my bra?"

   "Um," she felt it, through the back of my blouse.  "Not really."

   "You do it for your sister?  Don't worry about your mean old sister,
huh! I wish I had a nice little sister, like you.  To help my with these
things." Unbuttoned down 3, "Here," I pulled it over my head.  "So you can
see what you're doing.  "Huh!" I rubbed them, under the cups, and felt the
strap lines around them.  "Thanks." I flopped my hair back over my bare
back, and pulled off my blouse.

   "Hihn why'd you take your top off?"

   "I can't get my bra off, see, the straps?"

   She stared, "Oh." Looked up.

   "Don't you help your sister get undressed?"

   "No, she kicks me out, or changes in the bathroom."

   "Well," I kept rubbing the lines, in front.  "I can't wait to get home,
and take this damned thing off." I threw it in the corner.  Of the low
wall, overlooking Jesus, the Pulpit, Alter, Baptismal Font, and everything.
"You're so lucky you don't have to wear them.

   She just reached out, touched the line.  Across the inside of the top of
my boob.  I pulled it extra tight, I really like the feel of a tight bra,
squeezing them, but I don't tell her that.

   "I had no idea, they hurt."

   "Don't you hate wearing pantie hose in summer?"

   "Yeah." She looked over at the bright red lace of my nicest bra.  I got
a raise, on my allowance.  You know, since I started watching 3 days a
week, for summer.  Every other day, but seeing them like that, every other
day.  They didn't get old, fast enough for me, and my boss is no fun,
neither.  If I'm gonna do porn, I better get bisexual, and if I want to get
bisexual, a need a girl closer to my age.

   "You like them?" I cupped her fingers around my burning titties.  "Huh!
I'm still too hot."

   But she had her pantie hose off, so I slipped the matching panties down,
and kicked them off.  With the bra, she got a good look under my flipped up
skirt.

   "Hihin!" she giggled.  "Youw haiwy!" Between her fingers.

   "Yeah, you'll get hairy when you get your period, too."

   "What's that?"

   "That's how you know you're starting to grow up.  You start bleeding, in
here." I skooted out, and showed her.  "It went away, but.  Mh!  Now it
feels really good, when I do this."

   Her hands slipped down, slowly from her mouth.  Hanging open, and her
cheeks were red as apples, staring.  "What's wrong, you never seen a pussy
before?"

   She shook her head, was she going to start drooling.

   "Ngah!" I swirled my fingertip around the top.  "Hh, well, you can do
this, when you're older." I took here hand.  "Here," slipped my other one
under her skirt.  "Let me show you."

   Pulled at the plain white cotton of her panties.  I like them, better.
He didn't get the new ones, my birthday underwear for me.  He just likes to
take pictures of them, and me.  Taking them off, and jerk off in them. 
"Hhn, yeah!" I felt down, deeper.  "It's wetter down here.  Feel it? 
Nyeah! It's even hotter, and wetter inside.  Yeah, stick your finger in
there, ohyeAH!"

   I can't keep quiet, but the time I remembered where we were, I had to
cover my mouth, and just squeeled in it.  "SNH!" I lay back.

   She giggled, "Are you all right?"

   "Hn, meah!" I squirmed a little.  "That was good, you did real good."

   ...]

   Daddy (f/M D/s...)

   Oh well, at least she's not my daughter?  Not really, no relation, but
she's getting sick of the whole "Daddy" thing, and it's a good thing my
wife lost interest, while she's weening anyway.  I don't mind what it did
to her tits, but I like Deneice's cute little Bs.  She likes me groping,
and sucking them, but if you heard the filthy shit that cums out of her
mouth.

   "Okay," she looked excited, "New fantasy." Wrote like a page, and a
half. I'd read it later, but.  "I got pictures!"

   "What did you do?" I need to take that camera away.  "Look, if you get
busted, then the police start asking around..." It's not like she was a
virgin, "And how old is she, anyway?"

   "Eleven?  Uh!" she rolled her eyes, "She's just a late bloomer, but she
just got her period, and messed up her nice white panties, so I went over
to her house, and let her try them on."

   "And took pictures," my hands shook, but I have to admit they do look
good on her pale skinny little body.  I traced my thumbnail down the bone
in a hip she had shot out, pulling the bright red lacey straps across it,
and the triangular side over the buttock I could see.  I filled to the next
one.

   "Yeah," she sat down, "So, I thought you'd better hold onto them for
me." Next to me, naked, rubbing my lap.

   "Look, huh!  If you want a girlfriend now, that's okay, but.  You're not
seeing any guys, are you?"

   "Nah.  Why," she found it, "You think I should?" Hard, and slipped it up
from my pantleg.

   "Huh," Eyes closed, "I mean, I like my cum, you know that."

   "Nhihihm!  Is that what you're afraid of?"

   She turned her head, so her head slipped over, and draped across the
other side.  Licked her lips, and bit her tongue.

   "Cleaning up after some other guy?"

   "Uh!" the sides caught in the zipper, but since she shaved me, at least
there's no hairs to get caught in it.

   "Or, maybe I'll find another man, with a bigger dick?" She squeezed it,
but tucked the waistband of my underpants under, and pulled her hand out.
My balls rolled out, with her fingers, and she gave it a couple pumps. 
Rolling her tongue to the other side of her grin.  "Siph!" A little drool.
"You want to talk about this later?"

   I nodded, and she looked back down, but her mouth was already open, and
she let her tongue out, on the way down.  Another drop of drool dripped,
from the pointed tip, and I felt is splash a moment before she ran it up
the cleft in her fist, and swirled it around the drop clinging to the tip.
"Mmh, good." She licked her lips, then kissed it, and sucked it in to the
back of her throat.

   She didn't gag, just sucked her cheeks in, and pulled is slowly out, so
they rubbed the sides between her teeth, and the head throbbed with my
pulse against her tongue.

   "Oh!" Kay, not a total virgin.  I don't care what they say in the
stories, but a virgin can't suck a dick like that.

   "SPOB!  Ngeah!" She gasped, "Can't east a pussy worth a shit, though."

   She climbed up, and put her knees on my shoulders.

   As if anyone would believe me.

   I can just wonder at how I ever got so lucky.

   ;

   Good Girl {J.  S.  Bach (Feat E.  Power Biggs) Little Fugue...}

   (G Minor.)

   {Okay, you can play, too.
:}
"Hihn!" The church was so empty.  The sound guy climbed down from his
ladder.  By the new speaker, stuck up on a pole in the corner.  I put my

head down, shuffled with my sister next to me.

   She's a bad girl, bigger then me, but I like wearing nothing but our
underwear under the robes.  To the choir box, I looked up at the 2 mics
hanging down in front, like spiders.

   "Hm," he tugged at his collar.

   "Relax, father." She pulled it out.  "It's not Sunday, and you've been
working so hard on this.  Here." I held the little door for him, "Why don't
you sit down, take a break."

   She unbuttoned his shirt, worked her way down.  Pulled her legs up,
between them.

   "Hhihn!" I blinked, shook my head.  He's not the real paster, any more
then her real father, it's just.  You know how they had it in the news?

   Well, "Our old priest," she spread the front over the ribs of his white
tanktop.  "Well, you know, we don't talk about why he had to move to
another dioscese, but." Rubbed it over the hair of his chest, "Ever since
then, you've done so much to update the church, and.  We're just so
grateful."

   "Uh huh?" He nodded.

   "Yeah, huh!  I just wish there was some way, we could show our
appreciation."

   "Oh," show.  That's my que.  To pull the snaps behind my collar, and
pull up the robe.  Let my hair fall through it, and feel the rush of cool
air under it.  "Huh!"

   I leaned back, on the end of the bench.  Pew, really, and giggled at the
goose-bumps.  Tickling up my chest, and down my shoulders.  Felt my nipples
harden on the sides, with my fingertips.  "You don't mind," it slid off on
the floor, "If I take mine off." She pulled one of the snaps.  "These
damned things, are just so hot." The other one.

   "Nn noh?" He shook his head, but she slithered out of it.  Slowly like a
snake.

   "Huh!" It piled in his lap.  "Don't worry," she scooted over, "You don't
have to touch us." Looked back.  I felt around for the catch on her bra
strap.  "You can just watch," she nodded.

   He didn't just watch.  He got out the camera, but I ignored the clicks,
and whirrs.  As soon as she turned back to me, and felt down my tummy, I
didn't care.

   "Ngeah!" She slipped her fingers in, "You're nice and hot, too."

   "Yeah!" And the sound of his fist, slapping his pant leg.

   ;

   {Again, this is co-written between a man with an incest fetish, and a
teenager with a knack for writing erotica.  Completely fictional, for
submission to Family Touch.  Over-written, because of how badly and
unbelievably written they were, back in the day.}

   ;

   Different Folks (MF Matr.  Ffg Saph Fant.)

   "Huh!" He rolled off, and the covers slipped back down.  From sitting
up, I covered myself before he turned on the light.

   "What's wrong?" I clutched them to my bosom, and felt his muscular back.
"Is it, your wife?"

   His first, I still feel a little guilty.  Having met him at her funeral,
but he was grieving, and I tried to comfort him.  One thing lead to
another, but still.  I have to admit it was inappropriate.

   "Huh," he shook his head, "I just.  Don't you think it's a little
boring."

   "When we make love?" This again, "Of course not.  It's wonderful, it's
always wonderful with you."

   "Snh!" He pulled up his pants, "I need some fresh air."

   To smoke, he know I don't approve, but after that.  At least he's an
adult, but his daughter.  She's only 14, and while I suppose there is no
proper age to start, "It's never too late to quit."

   "Yeah, right." He pulled the door, so I could get up.

   I'm still a little shaken, is all.  I'm sure she just did it to upset
me, but.  "Well?" I need a shower.  "Huh!" I took my robe to wear out, when
he comes back.  I know, he wants to see me.  "All of you," he says, but I'm
just not comfortable with it.  It's not him, anyone, looking at my body. 
Naked, he says I have a terrific figure, but I wasn't raised like that.

   Not like Denise.  Must be her mother, I can't imagine all the perverted
things she did to him, before she killed herself.  Now, she's burning in
hell, and I have a chance to redeem him.  From that, the sins of the flesh,
and to have good decent children.

   She's already damned, unrepentant, a lesbian.  I wouldn't have believed
her, she was just trying to shock me, where it not for catching her with
another girl.  And a camera, "We were just playing dressup!" But with
lingerie, sick sexy underwear that hung loose on the little girl's figure.
The cups puffed out on her flat chest, pulling it tight behind her while
she held the underpants at her hips.

   Swaying to the music, Madonna.  How is it even legal, for girls to
listen to that smut, so young?

   I recognized her, from church.  Bad enough, she's practicing such sexual
perversions, but now she's teaching it to girls, at church?

   I knew she was trouble, her mother.  She was always trouble, even our
church couldn't save her, but now.  I fear her daughter is even worse.

   He just looked so handsome.  Even in his grief, with his nice suit,
loosening his tie to clear his throat.  He broke down, right there by the
casket, and the garland.  Around the picture of the woman who never
deserved his love.  The harlot, and slut, who raised her daughter to be a
filthy homosexual.

   Just thinking about it makes me feel sick, and dirty.

   ;

   Father Figure {St - G.  Michael (Faith)

   I asked them, what kind of church this was.  "Apastolic," just like it
said out front.  I'm not up on my sects, but it's a weird combination of
Baptist soul-saving, and puritanism.  They called me a "Convert," told me,
"It's not so much conversion from Atheism as from a state of sin to a
spiritual awakening." So, add new-age spiritualism to the mix.

   Whatever, I love my wife.  If it means that much to her, it's not like a
cult or anything.  King James version.  I was raised Episcopalian, so I
even recognize the hymns.  "Hmn!"

   "Thanks be to god."

   It's not like they speak in tongues, or play with snakes.  It's just,
weird to me.  I guess.

   "Hihn!" I glanced over at my new step daughter, reminiscing about the
first service.  Our wedding, which was nice.  Enough, her parents payed for
most of the reception, which left more for the honeymoon.

   I can't help but feel a little disappointed, you'd think that for a
mother, of a teenager, and widow, that she'd be less like.  Well, a virgin,
no cherry of course but.

   "Mhn!" She bit her lips, but the way she held the hymnal in her lap. 
Between her legs really, and pushed her skirt in.  "Nh, hm!" Her eyes
closed, in the back corner of the Sanctuary.  Against the end of the pew,
but for the life of me.  If I didn't know any better, I'd think.  "HhHhH!"

   'Denise?'

   "Mhm?" She blinked, and grinned.  Still biting the corner of her her
lip, until it popped out.

   'this is a house of god!' I looked back, 'if your mother caught you.'

   "Hihn!" She just, fainted?  I'm not sure, but I even caught her.  So she
didn't just slip out of the pew.

   "Let us pray." I kicked the footboard down, to kneel, but I had to brush
her hand off.  Behind me, but she took it.  Grinning sinfully, she held it
to her skirt.  Brushed the back of my fingers, and knuckles over her hip,
until I felt the line of her underpants, tight over her buttock.

   "Peace of the lord be with you."

   We got up, "And also with you."

   That always bothered me, that they said that backwards.  Now, I had more
important things to worry about.  Like my 14 yo step-daughter.  Hitting on
me, I just thought she was flirty, and acted immodest to challenge her
mother, but now I had to think there was something more.

   And hold the hymnal over my lap.  Up against my belt, and the shirt
tucked into it.  To hide the shameful reaction to this.  Terribly
inappropriate behavior in church.  I can't say I was ever so much of a
faithful believer, but still.

   It even shocked me a little, how shamelessly she flaunted it.

   "Hm!" Back in the pew, she once again gripped the hymnal in her skirt.
Pushed it back, between her hands.  Folded as if in prayer, but I didn't
want to make a scene.

   "Ahem," I leaned forward.  So, her mother couldn't see.  Arms up on the
back of the next pew, it covered my lap too.

   The tiny hand feeling, over my thigh, and squeezing it.  Through my pant
leg, but the gentle insistent stoking slipped the gabradine over the cotton
of my boxers, and I could hardly believe this was happening.

   This was really happening, she was fondling me in church, right next to
he mother!  "NUh, khough!" I covered my mouth, and the reflexive grunt as
it burst out to wet my shorts.

   "Are you all right," she rubbed my back, "Dear?"

   "Yeah," I got up, "Let me out."

   Denise just swiveled her knees, against the pew.  Well, not just that,
but turning to follow me, she grinned and winked.  Away from her mother,
where she couldn't see.  I just ran to the restroom before it started to
stick, or soak through.

   ;

   The Cars (Who's gonna rive you home?)

   We dropped off Denise.  "Come on," he put his arm over my shoulder,
"Let's go for a drive."

   Hoping she'd stay out of trouble, I watched her skip up the steps.  The
pleated skirt swinging over the slip, but barely enough to reveal the tops
of her socks.  Bet she can't wait to slip into something slutty, and show
off for the neighborhood boys.

   "Relax," he took my hand, from my lap.  Slipping his fingers between
mine, he squeezed it, and I held it in both of mine.  "Huh!  I need to ask
you something.  I'm sorry, if it might be painful, but.  I have to ask."

   "What is it?" The upset in his face was heartbreaking, but he drove up a
hill first.  Overlooking the town from there, I knew it was a makeout spot,
but I'd never gone up here, of course.

   Stopping the motor, he he just turned, and picked up my hands, to kiss
them.  "You know I love you," he searched my eyes, "Right?"

   "What's wrong?" I let go to feel his face.  Fresh shaved this morning,
though I must admit I liked the roughness on his jaw.  Every Saturday
night, the night we have set aside, to make love.

   "I don't want to hurt you, but it bothers me."

   "What?" I shook my head, "Huh!  What do you need to ask me so much?"

   He kissed me first, and held my face in his strong hands.

   "Where you, molested?" He held me, while I cried on his shoulder.  I
couldn't say it, just nod silently, but it all came back.

   "Huh!" He patted my back.  "It's okay, it's not your fault, and I still
love you." Then, when I got a hold of myself, he wiped my tears, and held
my eyes in his.  He looked down.  "Me too.  It wasn't until today, I
remembered."

   "When you broke down?"

   He looked away, "Yeah.  In church."

   "Is that how you lost your faith?"

   "Yeah." He kissed me again, and I thought.  Of course, that's where I
found mine.  It drove me to, a place where I could feel safe.  Under the
eyes of God, nothing so horrible could ever occur there.  Why it's called a
Sanctuary.

   "I feel so much better."

   "Me too." He felt my lap.  My skirt up my legs, and I looked around. 
"It's okay.  There's nobody here to see us.  Nobody here, but me, and I
love you."

   I relaxed, a little.  In his arms, his big hands, his mouth on mine. 
"Hihn!" I felt faint.

   "Here," he pulled at my underpants.  "Just scooch a little."

   It wasn't like that.  My first time, at all.  We weren't teenagers,
sneaking out with the car, to fumble through our clothes.  I lifted my
arms, let him pull my Sunday dress up over them.

   I covered myself.  I couldn't help it, here alone with my husband.  No
one else could see me, but he embraced me.  Held me, and unhooked my
brassiere.  "Relax." I slowly let my arms down, holding the cups in my
hands, and let him slip the straps down my shoulders.

   I never let a man, touch me like that.  I couldn't, my first husband,
nor him before, but now I could.

   It wasn't as frightening, confusing, sick and dirty as it was with her.
I just lay back, and relaxed.  Like he said while his hands spread my
knees, so the underpants went tight between them.

   "Huh!  God!"

   "Amen." He smiled, and sucked in a nipple as his fingers cam to the end
of my thighs, and felt between.

   "Oh, GOD!"

   ;

   {Note: Again, I'm not blaming any Church for this sort of thing
happening.  If anything, it's just easier to hide, even without the
Catholic shell-game of moving offendors to other diocese as part of a
coverup.  That's conspiracy to commit pedorasto, which is bad, "Mmmmkay?"
~Mr.  Mackey.
However, some of my recurring characters seem to prefer the Anabaptists,

and post-Lutheran puritans for some reason.  For centuries,

   ;}

   Denise {"One More Try" (Faith)}

   "Hihihimn!" I called her.  My girlfriend, but really I'm just getting
off on getting away with it.  In church, now that I'm old enough to start
the Conversion.

   He shot a load, in his pants!  Right there, next to his wife, and
everything!  I almost got off again just rom that, but even before that. 
"Huhn!" Just sitting there, where my mother had, then came home to shut
herself in her room.  And write about it, good hiding place really, but I
lived with her.  My whole life, it doesn't take forever to find all the
skeletons in all the closets.

   So, she was a lesbian.  Closet lesbian, she just had a thing for
christian girls.  I had to try it, but even just Esmarelda, or looking up
at the rectory.

   "Tihihn!" All the people in their choir robes, the lady on the end. 
Sitting right there, where I did her.  With my father watching, dressed
like a priest, and taking pictures.  She's turning into a pretty good
little exhibitionist in her own right, and managed to sneak out without any
suspicion.

   Nor underwear, but I provided that.  All moist, and stinky from church,
she breathed it in deep, and moaned around them.  Stuffed in her mouth
while I tongued her wet, and fingerfucked her to squeeling orgasm.

   "Huh!" I licked my fingers, and leaned back.  On the couch, "Huh!"
Caught my breath while she sat up, pulled them out, still shivering.

   "Hhuh!" She just dropped them, her fingers shaking.  "You have those
pictures?"

   "What pictures?"

   "The ones with the little boy, and his baby sister?"

   "Oh, yeah." Okay, maybe even a child/molestor.  At 9, she's shaking up
nicely, but I can actually take credit for this one.

   I would never have been able to seduce my father, so easily, if it
weren't for my mom.  He likes pictures, not stories, and I even feel a
little stupid for missing it.

   "HhH!" She sat back, "Nh!" Fingers slipping in and out, between her
legs.

   Those were her books.  The story ones, Family Secrets?  "The family that
plays together stays together." Out on the porch, smoking to clear my head.
Yeah, Family Touch too, but if you check the publication dates, she'd been
reading them for years.  Before dad started buying ones with more pictures.
Teenage girls, playing the daughters when they don't really look like their
"Father," or "Mother." Okay, maybe some of the sister ones, but in a story,
you can imagine they look like whatever you want.

   At least related, but that never thrilled me as much as this Christian
kick.  No graven images of Jesus, just a simple wooden cross, and bloody
nails over the baptismal pool, because he's risen and it said something
about graven images in Exodus, or Deuteronomy.  I forget which one,
Leviticus?

   "NHnnnnNNH YEAH!"

   "Oh!" There she goes again, I just shake my head at her exited squeels.

   "Huh!" Light another one, and put the butt out.

   She's just so young?  I don't know, I don't think I'm really into girls.
Boys aren't any fun, but after my father, I guess I'm kind of at a loss as
how to top that.

   "Yeah." Mom, obviously.  I doubt I'll have a crack at their Pastor any
time soon, but after what I read about her.

   Another head slapper, "How could I be so stupid?"

   "Huh?" she came out, half naked.  Just wearing a blouse, my underwear
discarded, no bra.  Of course, would need one for a few years, but. 
"Sure."

   What the fuck, I'm sure not burning in hell for that.  Contributing to
the delinquency of a minor?

   Yeah, I'm turning her into a pedophile, so a little smoke is just
getting started.  With her punishment, that's the deal.  Just like mom's, I
suppose I inherited it too, but the Corruptor's Pact says that I get the
souls of those I corrupt.

   So, I'm going to hell, but not to burn.  It's not so bad, if you're
holding the whip.

   "Uh," she grabbed her dress, "I better get back."

   Left the childporn.  It's a lot safer here, where even Mom won't find it
until I show her.

   Just like the stories.  I didn't never think that was her real name,
until I met her.

   At the funeral, and then I recognized her.  From the pictures, black and
white, but with my mom.

   Just like the song, "I got to have Faith." No telling how long they'd be
gone, but if she's good enough for mom, and dad, she's good enough for me.

   Going through their albums, of course they listen to Oldies.  I kind of
like that, seducing grownups.  Especially, mom, and dad, and;

   "I got to have, Faith!"

   ; Faith {Might as well put on the title track of the album:}

   "Uh!" I wiped my eyes, "I just, snh!  Feel so guilty!"

   "Because she was younger?"

   "No, huh!  She didn't, I loved her, even the stuff we did, it wasn't
that.  Huh!  It was her father.  He made her take those pictures, and I
thought.  If I could be there for her, it wouldn't be so bad, and.  Then,
he.  HheE?"

   "Oh, you don't have to say it."

   "Snh, thanks.  I.  Huh, I just had to see." Trace her hair with my
fingertips, "The pictures again." Wiped my eye.  The tear out of it, but,
it's bittersweet.  "Huh, I just.  Got so scared, and confused when I saw
her again.  At church, and.  I wanted revenge.  I didn't know what else to
do, so I confronted her, and.  Then.  She."

   "Killed herself?  Oh, don't blame yourself for that.  Huh!  She was
always into.  Stuff, like that.  She didn't committ suicide, it was an
accident."

   "How do you accidentaly drown in the bathtub?"

   "The same way they accidentally hang themselves.  She got some sort of
thrill out of it, holding her breth and the rush she'd get from gasping for
air, when she climaxed.  I'm sorry, if this stuff disgusts you but."

   "No." Shake my head.  "Oh," blink, "No.  She used to, just hold her
breath.  When we're together, before he caught us.  Together, that's when
he raped me."

   "Are you okay?"

   "Huh!" Amazingly, "Yeah, actually.  Why, I swear, it's like a weight
I've been carrying all these years, and.  It's just such a relief, to
know."

   "So, you can tak about the rape."

   "Huh, I.  I knew, I always knew, that's what he was going to do.  I
don't know why I went back, time after time, I suppose I didn't want to
leave her alone with him."

   "Feel better?"

   "A lot, thank you.  So much," I feel so free!

   "Good," she got up, "Cause now I need a shower, or something." Smoothed
down her sunday dress, and even wiped tears from her eyes.  "Snh!"

   Real tears, she cried with me, and despite all the fears that I had. 
That she would try something, sexual.  She didn't she just cried with me,
and told me it was all right, and made me feel so much better I felt like a
new person.

   "Huh!" Born Again, like they always promised at church, but I never felt
such relief, and a sense of wonder from that.  Not like this, though I
suppose that proverb was right:

   "The truth shall set you free."

   .

   {I'll let the songwriter say it best: "This song was as much as a hymn
to my newfound freedom as it was an antidote to the brooding issues of
control and surveilance that haunted 'Every Breath You Take.' Perhaps the
highest compliment you can pay to a partner is 'I don't own you--you're
free.' If you were to try to possess them in the obvious way, you could
never appreciate them in the way that really counts.  There are too many
prisons in the world already"
   ~Sting.}