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 6.1.2010 This is the first story I've submitted to anywhere, and with much
more to follow.

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   -------------The Despicables.  1. In a dining room filled with light,
the curtains of two great bay windows face a lake outside.  A crippled
youth named Peter Sullivan sits eating his lunch while a grizzly-bearded
man who calls himself a writer sits opposite him.  This is an appointment
in which Peter is told to recall his dealings with a family he is close
friends with, The Connors - specifically the boy-girl twins of like social
rank, Julian and Galena.  "When Galena was little, her mom told her that
her greatest asset in life would be her body and that through it she could
control the world around her."

   Kevin Scott, the grizzly interviewer, raised his eyebrows with a slight
inclination of his head, "Sad but true, for most things."

   Peter went on, "I told my father what Galena had said and he didn't
disagree.  He said the Connors women were shameless seductresses, and were
never to be compared to normal women, or even those women who were so
lovely as to be compared with my mother, the Saint of Irvington."

   "What are you talking about?"

   "He often joked that my mother was a saint.  Irvington is a suburban
town not far from here.  It's where my mother and her best friend, Grace
grew up."

   "Grace Connors?" "Yes.  But when they were friends growing up her last
name was Winters.  I remember being a young boy and hearing my mother
regale her memories of their friendship as teenagers.  Grace liked to try
and coax my mom out of her `self-deprivation'."

   "What did she feel your mother was being deprived of?"

   "Fun.  Sex.  Life."

   This was the fifth interview Kevin Scott had done this week pertaining
to any of the Connors family.  His features were appropriately curious but
also relaxed as he sat back, accustomed to prodding in the right places at
the appropriate times as he let the long-limbed paraplegic give his
accounts of the Connors twins.

   "And your mom resisted her?"

   "Well, those attempts didn't last long after Grace started dating my
mother's intended."

   Peter nodded although he was unaware of Kevin's lack of a perplexed
expression.  Mr.  Scott had stumbled across words like these earlier in the
week.

   "She betrayed my mother by robbing her of her first love but she spent
the rest of her life trying to make up for it.  I noticed over and over
again that she attempted to mend the friendship.  I think my mother wanted
to, but it would've taken a lot more than my father was willing to allow.
That Jessie and I spent so much time with that family was enough, but he
didn't want my mother anywhere near Grace or Silas, especially."

   Peter frowned at himself and stopped next to the chair his mother used
to sit in.

   "But you asked about Galena and Julian...  what did you want to know?"

   "Did you ever notice anything between the siblings?"

   "What do you mean?  They were twins.  Imagine being born with your best
friend."

   "I mean other than what's to be expected...instances where there ever
any exchanges that led you to believe they were intimate?"

   Peter furrowed his brows, a bit of surprise clouding his features.  He
definitely knew something and Kevin started to feel the excitement of a big
catch getting reeled in.

   "You know.  I wasn't always in this wheelchair.  Until about a year ago,
I was a star athlete alongside Julian.  As I said, they were good friends
of mine.  I didn't realize you'd be asking about this sort of thing.  But I
won't lie, especially when there's nothing to lose anymore.

   "The Connors definitely aren't perfect, but the twins are inseparable. I
spent as much time with Julian as I could, with the way things were between
his parents and mine.  We were as close as we could be, excepting Galena. I
loved him, and he loved us both.  "

   Kevin Scott was a bit taken aback, but he didn't hesitate to let his
eyes wander down the muscular contours of Peter's youthful yet broken body.

   It was still attractive; there were definitely the remnants of his glory
days.  He wondered if Peter's cock could still get hard as he said, "I knew
I was getting signals earlier from you."

   "Yea?" Peter grinned.  "Most people don't catch my vibe.  You did
though, are you?" "Can't tell?"

   "Nope."

   "Is it because I'm rough around the edges?"

   "No....  I can't place my finger on it.  You're indefinable."

   "I'd like to think of myself as pansexual." Kevin slowly moved to lean
over Peter, his fingers wrapping around the younger man's hand.

   "We can take a break if you like..  I can tell this is a painful
conversation for you."

   Peter blinked; the joke had covered up much of his upset from admitting
his love for Julian and the ultimate rejection.  "Yes."

   He hadn't intended to hit on Peter, but he found himself brushing his
rough lips over the younger man's mouth.  Peter gasped at first but then he
started kissing Kevin back, his hand automatically reaching for Kevin's
dick in the open room; large undraped windows open to a view of the lake.
He wanted to give, he hadn't been allowed to give in so long, but his
excitement was heightened when he realized what was about to happen next.

   Kevin stopped kissing Peter and got down on his knees in front of the
kid, unzipping Peter's trousers.  "You're hard." He said this, smiling,
before he fished out Peter's dick and began licking the salty tip of
Peter's member, his fingers scooping into the coarse blonde pubic hair that
covered Peter's balls, weighing the heavy sack with a moan and plunging his
entire mouth down around the kid's dick.  He sucked hard, moaning and
tasting, his head bobbing.

   Peter was struck, his hips doing their best to thrust upward, but he
couldn't get them more than a few centimeters off the chair.  He felt his
cock twitch in Kevin's mouth, leaking pre-cum.  He moaned, his eyes
closing, head falling back over his chair.  "Whoa...  Mm."

   His hands rested on Kevin's head, fingers tightening in the man's hair
as he pushed down, thrusting the tip of his cock so that with another
little spurt of pre-cum he imagined he painted the back of the guy's
throat. He was rewarded with another moan, and harder, sucking pulls of
Kevin's mouth and a tightening of his finger's around Peter's balls.

   He heard Kevin Scott's moan around his cock and shuddered.  He fired off
one shot, it was a few seconds before he fired it off twice more, spilling
all he had kept held up the past year into Scott's swallowing mouth.  To be
continued.

   2.

   A year and a half earlier.....

   Two in the afternoon, a beauty was finishing her shower after the
morning's tennis doubles with her brother and their friends.  Her hair was
waist length, although currently pinned up with two long hair sticks
securely as she slowly rinsed the soap suds from her perfect figure.

   Her breasts were gentle swells from her chest, a larger than normal size
B, with soft pink areolas dimpled around the inch long red nipples she
inherited from her mother.  Her skin was unmarred by puberty, her stomach
flat with just the flattering curve of her womb.  Her pubic hair was the
same color as the dark blond hair on her head, but trimmed to tidy
perfection daily.

   She was 5'5'' with a full near-red mouth and green eyes, and undeniably
graceful as she stepped out of the shower.  She began reaching for a large
white fluffy towel to wrap around her tiny yet curvaceous figure.  She sat
down on the bench beside the shower and reached for her favorite lotion
after patting her legs dry.  Her slender hands worked the lotion into her
firm, shaven leg muscles.  Her nails were manicured and painted clear,
differing from her jungle red toes.

   Once Galena finished moisturizing her long bronze legs, she pulled the
pins from her long wheat colored hair, starting to curl with the hot
moisture of the shower.  It fell all around her shoulders, concealing her
breasts.  The rest of her body was only covered by a towel as she sat in
the spa-like bathroom she shared with her brother.

   This was more out of personal preference rather than necessity.  The
twins could hardly bare to be far apart.  It wasn't uncommon for one to be
found in the other's bed when morning came.

   There were two ways the twins could access each other from their rooms.
One way was through the adjoining bathroom, the other being through their
adjoining bedroom doors.  They offered no excuses to anyone when they were
found in the same bed.  The only exception of that was when they were very
little to their parents, "we get nightmares." Their father found it
inappropriate from the beginning but their mother encouraged it.

   "When your father and I are gone, you'll be all each other have," she
had said over and over with truth.  Soon after the twins turned nine, their
parents became emotionally distant from both each other and their children.

   She exited the bathroom through her brother's door, and found him in the
arms of Peter on Julian's bed.  She smiled at them both strode to the side
of the bed that Julian lay on.  She climbed into bed and snuggled up,
bare-chested and still in that white fluffy towel at her brothers back. 
Her arms encircled his waist as her lips kissed the nape of his neck.  Her
entire body and senses were flooded with emotions and desires.

   Some of those emotions and desires were not her own, but the result of
precious empathic bonds between she and her brother.  She said nothing,
feeling the same love for Peter that Julian felt, although she knew it made
Peter uncomfortable when she couldn't help but show it.  Her love for Peter
was not a natural process, but a projection of the maturity of Julian's
relationship with Peter onto her own heart.  She never minded it.  It was
just one more secret between her brother and herself.

   Peter did his best not to let on that Galena's presence bothered him,
but it wasn't quite lost on her.  His fingers tightened around Julian's
cock as he kissed Julian's mouth, determined not to let her ruin this for
him.  Galena moaned, feeling the same thing that Julian felt.  Her nipples,
already hard, started flicking across Julian's back as her body undulated
against his, the moist folds between her legs flexing with the needy lust
of her muscles beneath them.

   Julian sucked Peter's mouth, his teeth raking over the lower lip of the
supple ripe pair.  His blue eyes were closed with the sudden onslaught of
erotic feelings coming both from Galena, Peter, and the rebounded feelings
of his own bouncing back off of his twin.  His finger's tightened in
Peter's collar length sandy blonde hair and tugged his mouth back, stroking
his tongue into the youth's mouth hard and long, as his cock twitched in
Peter's hands.  It wasn't long before he was pushing Peter's head down to
his cock.

   Peter took the hint readily and wormed his way down to the level of
Julian's hips.  He barely noticed when Galena climbed on top of Julian's
face and started rocking; smearing her own juices across Julian's mouth,
her hips bucking each time Julian's grizzled mouth and tongue touched her
clit, sucking it until her eyes watered, unable to stop the shivering,
quaking result of such an orgasm.  Her moans were barely concealed by
Julian's own cries of pleasure because of Peter's excellent blowjob
ministrations.

   He had the entirety of Julian's cock inside his mouth down his throat in
choky sobs, tears running down his face as he sucked as hard as he could at
the love of his life's cock.

   He nodded his head, wanting more than anything for his blowjob to be the
main source of Julian's orgasm.  This was a competition, to him.  One he
knew he could never win, because when it came down to it, Julian would
never deny his twin.  In Peter's heart, he knew that Galena would never
tell Julian to choose between her and Peter therefore he had become forced
to endure the pain of sharing for the pleasure of Julian's company.

   When he looked up, Galena was no longer sitting on Julian's face, she
was watching Peter as she offered Julian her breasts, her eyes glazed over
in pleasure, but to Peter's disconcertedness, that gaze was equally as full
of love.  Peter had seen it before, and he didn't get it.  Why would Galena
love him?  What was that girl's damage?

   Julian finally bit onto Galena's breast after several minutes of
sucking, releasing it just as soon to gasp in hurried moans, as he came
into Peter's mouth.  Peter savored the taste of Julian's come as he
swallowed, and kissed his way up Julian's chest.  Galena was still in the
way, and she had a question in her eyes.

   Her hands cupped Peter's face, and she licked his mouth as she started
to kiss him, tasting what Julian had just delivered.  She let him go and
then gestured to Julian's mouth, waiting for something, expecting it and
relishing that anticipation.  Peter didn't hesitate to begin kissing
Julian. He moaned as he felt his own load firing onto Julian's chest,
Julian's hands had been stroking Peter's dick, touching it to his lovers as
Galena applied a steady amount of lubricant.

   She was sitting back at this point, thinking, what a waste of cum. 
Peter could have shot that off inside me.  But of course, he's gay.  Gay.

   When the guys were done, she watched Julian lead Peter into the shower.
Galena maintained her stay on Julian's bed for about 20 minutes, before
going into her own room to get ready for her date with her boyfriend,
Drake, who was as irrevocably straight as Peter was irreversibly gay.

   3.  Drake Marshall lifted his face from the nest between his
girlfriend's mother's well toned legs.  His mouth was wet with the sheen of
the older woman's orgasm.  In his head he compared the taste to Galena's,
and smiled up lazily at Grace.  "That was hot."

   Grace laughed, her hands still stroking her body in the after-shakes of
pleasure.  "Good.  Maybe we can go again once you and Galena get back.  I'm
just craving some of that cock." She wasn't kidding now.  Once she'd gotten
what she wanted, she wanted to taste him.  To feel the long, healthy meat
of youth enter her body.

   "I'll see what I can do, Mrs.  Connors.  Galena might want some of this,
after all." He joked, his eyes carrying a teasing light, trying to goad her
into jealousy.  Grace was easy bait, even if she pretended to love Galena
most of the time.

   "She might be your girlfriend, Drake, but I'm her mother.  Every flip of
her hair, every twitch of her cunt, that child got from me.  It stands to
reason that I'd be better at it than her."

   "You two look a lot alike, except she's taller, and her eyes."

   "What about down there?" Grace took this turn to tease Drake.  She knew
he hadn't gotten Galena to spread her legs for him yet, not that he'd said
anything.  She just knew her daughter.  Galena was probably spreading them
for everyone except him.

   "Yeah," he lied and terribly.  He tried to make up for that by getting
up and climbing on top of her, taking one of her breasts into his mouth,
sucking hard as his fingers began to penetrate her again, just a little,
before tracing the rim of her asshole with his dick.

   "How about I just blow Galena off tonight?  Stay in this wing and fuck
you senseless, Gracie.  I haven't gotten to do that in a while.  I want to
hear you scream my name again."

   Grace stared at Drake like he was crazy.  "Blow her off, in her own
house, Drake?  I thought you were more of a gentleman than that.  She's my
daughter.  Don't start talking like an asshole.  Go get ready for her."

   He frowned and shook his head, smiling gruesomely and held her down,
kissing her hard as her hands batted at his shoulders, his cock forcing its
way into her asshole, twitching as he felt her tight throb, his fingers
still moist from her heady orgasm before and paving the way for his dick by
spreading that lubricant on the tip.

   He was just inches in while she wriggled her knees up, playing like she
was making it easier for them both.  She managed to kick him in the face,
sending him reeling a bit.

   He fumed as he tumbled off the end of the bed, holding his jaw cursing
lowly, "Bitch!"

   "You fucking moron!" She kicked him in groin as she got up.  She moved
to her dresser and opened the top drawer for the taser she kept there.  She
moved back to hover over his felled body to tase him in the neck and spat
on him.

   "What kind of bedroom etiquette did your father's whores teach you?  Get
out of my room and go home.  I'll tell Galena you got sick and had to
leave."

   "Grace please don't be like that....  I didn't mean to call you a
bitch...  and I thought you wanted my dick?"

   "I told you to get out."

   "I know!  I'm sorry.  Please let me take Galena out tonight.  I'll be
nothing but a gentleman."

   Grace gave him a hard stare as she asserted her dominance over him as he
sat on the floor.

   "Fine.  Go get ready.  Just get out of my sight.  And don't even think
about coming up here after you get home."

   4.

   When Galena went to go see her dad about letting her and Drake use the
chauffeur that night, she was only half surprised to find his door open,
and her best friend in his bed, on her knees, getting fucked by her father.

   Neither of them was aware she was watching, but they were giving an
excellent performance.  She was sure that this wasn't the first time Taryn
had fucked her father by the looks of things.  Her father had Taryn's hands
held behind her back, using them as reigns as he bucked into her
mercilessly.

   She was very jealous.  For the past six years she'd been trying to
seduce her father, to be rejected again and again.  She felt her pussy
getting moist for the second time that day - and for the second time it was
because she'd been watching someone else first.

   The memory of her father's words as he told her how disgusting it would
be to have sex with his only, and albeit beautiful, daughter was.  He told
her she was an embarrassment...  but here he was, fucking Taryn.  The
daughter of a police chief, for fuck's sake.  She shook it off and closed
her eyes as her fingers stroked her breasts, squeezing them briefly in
order to try and stop her own arousal.

   Galena was just about to walk away as Taryn screamed, "Yes, Master, fuck
your slut harder!"

   Galena nearly fell to her knees with that revelation.  Her father was a
Dom?  She felt her fingers sliding into her miniskirt to tweak her clit
gently above the lacy red thong.  She pinched it as she heard her father
spank Taryn.  She definitely wanted to get in on this...  but how?  He'd
already rejected her once before.  She didn't fight it, she leaned against
the hallway wall and pushed her fingers into her ready cunt, pumping her
index and middle fingers in and out of her tight cush.  The heel of her
knuckles gyrating harsh and tortuously against her clitoral nerves.

   Unfortunately, she was betrayed by her own moan as she gushed onto the
floor.  Too much sexual atmosphere, not enough dick had her keyed up pretty
hard..  Everyone was getting laid it seemed except for her.  Taryn gasped,
"Did you hear that Silas?"

   Galena's father slipped his dick out of Taryn and walked to the half
open door, stepping into the hallway.  She quickly righted her skirt and
flipped her hair back with a ready smile.  He pulling up his trousers, and
Galena saw him step into her cum with his dress shoes still on.  He was
almost fully clothed, the beast.  He looked down, his eyebrows furrowed. 
"Hello?"

   Galena came around the corner out of her hiding place, her eyebrows
raising as she saw her dad's at attention cock straining through the
unzipped expensive slacks.

   "Hey daddy.  Going commando today?"

   Silas growled and slammed his door shut.  He was walking toward the bed
frame and practically ripping his pants off again.  His eyes began looking
for Taryn, who though still on her knees and in a feline position, was on
the floor beside the bed.  Her cunt was swollen from behind as he spat out
the words, "You are a terrible influence on Galena, whore.  Get back on the
bed and turn around."

   Taryn's smoky brown eyes lowered as she turned, her hair in one long red
pony tail, hanging down her neck and chest as she repositioned herself at
the end of the bed, still on her knees because her Master -Galena's father-
didn't say to change any other positions.  She was wearing a black bustier
and had been a pair of satin panties he'd bought her before he'd told her
to take them off earlier.

   He took her chin and lifted her face, his cock at her lips.  She opened
them and took it, sucking eagerly as he took her by surprise and shoved the
entire thing into her trap, forcing her to gag on it.  Tears made her
mascara run down her ivory cheeks as he continued with silent
determination. He wasn't even looking at her, but at a large photo of
Peter's mother at his bedside.  He fucked her mouth repeatedly, daring her
to tell him to stop before pulling out to spew cum across her face.

   "Now turn around and look at Amanda.  Tell her how much of a whore you
are, and then get the hell out of here."

   Taryn wiped her eyes and turned around, to tell the lifelike photo that
she was sorry she was such a bad, slutty girl.  She looked for her panties
and then left the room through the bathroom door. 
--------------------------- That's the first part.  There's more to come.