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 As Sarah sat in the passenger seat, giving directions, she held her legs
open, and repeatedly sliding her finger into her shorts.  She would come
back with her finger covered in Alan's cum, which she would lick off. 
Sarah's directions took them out of town, on the state road north into
hills above town.  When they had driven for a while, getting well out into
the countryside, Sarah directed Alan down a seemingly small side road,
barely noticeable while passing.  Alan was surprised to find that the road
wound for miles into the hills, finally going through a steep walled ravine
into a fairly narrow valley.  At the entrance to the valley, there was a
wrought iron gate across the road.  Alan came to a stop at the gate, and
looked at Sarah.  She pointed to a small box with a touchpad on the side of
the road, at eye level for a car.  She gave Alan the combination, and the
gate slid back.  They drove for about another mile through thick woods, and
then the woods opened up, and there was a fairly upscale suburban
neighborhood.

   At first, Alan was surprised that there was such a neighborhood back in
this little valley.  But he explained it away to the affluence of the
homes. Well off people valued their privacy.  He should know, he was hardly
having money troubles himself.  Then, he began to notice some unusual
things.  He saw a girl, probably about sixteen, walking down the street in
a bikini.  That wasn't strange, it was a warm day, and she was probably on
her way to her friend's pool.  But when they passed her, Alan realized she
was in her underwear, not a bikini.  A minute later, they passed a house,
and on the front porch were 2 women in their early thirties sitting
topless. Again, strange, but with the privacy of the neighborhood, not that
crazy.  A few more houses down, he really had an eye opener.  There was a
man sitting on a lounge chair in his front lawn.  He was completely naked,
and there was an equally naked girl in front of him, probably about ten
years old.  The ten year old was sucking the man's dick, right out there in
the open!  What in the hell was going on here?

   Alan wanted to ask that very question, but couldn't figure out how
exactly to phrase it.  So he just kept his mouth shut, and continued to
drive down the street.

   A minute later, Sarah pointed out her house, a large house with a
beautifully manicured lawn.  He parked the car in the driveway, and Sarah
turned and invited him in.  Alan wasn't sure whether or not it was a good
idea.  Then when he looked over at Sarah to answer, he saw her looking at
him, her legs spread and her fingers buried in her pussy.  He decided he
couldn't pass up the chance to get her alone.  He accepted the offer, and
they headed into the house.

   The inside of the house was just as beautiful as the outside.  There was
a large living room with cushy leather couches and he could see through to
the dining room with a large cherry wood dining set.  He figured that the
kitchen was through the doorway adjoining that.  He couldn't see into it,
because of the angle, but he could see the light streaming through the
doorway and onto the dining room table.  As he looked, he saw a shadow move
across the table.  He caught his breath, and spun on Sarah.

   "I thought you said nobody would be home!" he whispered fiercely.

   Sarah shrugged.  "If I told you my mom was home, you never would have
come."

   "Well you're right; I'm getting out of here!"

   Too late.  From the kitchen came the voice of Sarah's mother.  "Sarah
honey, is that you?"

   "Yeah Mom, I got a ride home," Sarah answered.

   "Oh, that's nice.  I'll be right out to meet your friend," her mother
replied.

   Shit, thought Alan.  I'm screwed now.  What in the hell am I going to
say?

   Sarah's mother came out of the kitchen, coming in towards the living
room.  Alan gaped.  Sarah's mother was gorgeous.  She was probably about
5'2", and wasn't any more than 110lbs.  Her body was as tight and toned as
her daughter's, except with more mature hips and full breasts.  Alan could
tell, because Sarah's mother was completely nude.  Her skin glistened, and
her pussy was shaved entirely smooth.  Alan figured she had been out
sunbathing.

   "Hello, I'm Julie, Sarah's mother."

   "Hi, I'm, uh... I'm Alan," he said, stuttering.

   "Nice to meet you Alan.  Did you two have fun at the mall today?" she
asked, with a suggestive look on her face.  Alan didn't know what to say.
He was stunned, and petrified.

   Sarah answered for him.  "Yeah Mom, we definitely had some fun.  I got
some new stuff, too." Sarah held up the Victoria's Secret bag.  Alan was
mortified.  She reached into the bag, and pulled out the red lace thong,
which was torn at the crotch, and had what was obviously dried cum on it.
Alan felt like a trap was closing around him.  He didn't know what to do.

   A strange thing happened then.  Instead of Sarah's mother exploding, she
smiled.  "Good, that's good.  My little girl always likes a good fuck."

   Alan couldn't hide his disbelief.  "What?" he exclaimed.

   "Sarah, you didn't tell him?" Julie asked.

   Sarah shook her head, a mischievous glint back in her eye again.

   "Child you're insufferable!  All the fear you just put poor Alan
through." Julie said.

   "Sorry, Mom."

   "Well Alan, maybe you should learn a little something about us.  Come
in, take a seat, and I'll explain some things."

   Alan took a seat on a leather couch, and Julie and Sarah took a seat on
either side of him.  Alan was acutely aware that when they sat down Julie's
breast pressed against his arm, and she made no move to remove it.

   Julie began to speak.  "Well Alan, our family is, well, very close.  No,
let me rephrase that.  We're an incestuous family.  Each member of the
family has sex with all the others.  Aside from Sarah and I, there's my
husband Matt, my son Chris, who is eighteen, and my other daughters,
Ashley, who is sixteen, and Tiffany, who is eight."

   Alan thought this over for a minute, processing the idea.  Then a
question rose in his mind.

   "On the way here, I saw a girl giving a man oral sex out in front of a
house.  What is that about?"

   "Well, that's the longer story.  Everybody in this neighborhood
practices pedophilia and incest.  It's actually why this whole neighborhood
is here."

   "How did that happen?" asked Alan, although the real question on his
mind was `Can I move in?'

   "Well, the idea for this neighborhood came from a group of Army soldiers
that were in the Philippines during World War Two.  During the war, it was
pretty common practice for the Filipino families to allow, even encourage
their daughters to sleep with the GI's, because the soldiers took good care
of their girls, and their families.  The culture over there is very
different, so a lot of times the daughters would be much younger that would
be thought proper in this country.  It was commonplace for the soldiers to
sleep with ten year old girls, and very often younger.  The youngest I've
heard of is a five year old girl being fucked by a pair of American GI's.
There was one squad of GI's who decided that they really enjoyed sex with
these young girls.  The other thing they really enjoyed about it was the
openness of the whole situation.  Nobody even blinked when the GI's would
stop a girl in the street, pull their dick out, and fuck the girl, right
there in front of everybody.

   These soldiers decided that when they returned to the United States,
they would want to have something like this.  They would find somewhere,
and they would build a community that worked this way.  They decided that
since they probably couldn't find random young girls to live in this
neighborhood, so they would get married to women who were accommodating to
their wishes, have children, and fuck their own daughters.  When they came
back, this is exactly what they did.  They each found a wife, and started
having children.  At the same time, they looked around for a good place to
start this neighborhood.  They found this little valley, and it was
perfect. They built the first ten houses in the neighborhood, and moved in
in 1954.  Since then, the neighborhood has been growing, and everybody in
the neighborhood enjoys very open sexual practices.

   The girls in this neighborhood are all raised watching and performing
sexual acts.  They are taught from very early on to give themselves to any
of the men or boys in the neighborhood.  Typically, at age four or five,
they're made available to the neighborhood.  Around here, pretty much
everybody fucks everybody.  Most of the women and all of the girls are
bisexual, and so are one or two of the men and a few of the boys.  This is
a place where just about anything at all goes."

   "How many people live here?" asked Alan, more intrigued than ever.

   "There are 53 families living here, with 79 girls and 71 boys available
in the neighborhood," answered Julie.

   "Wow, this whole thing is incredible," said Alan.

   "We sure think so," said Julie.  "And we're still getting bigger.  In
fact, that's pretty much what this is all about.  We've been watching you
for a while, Alan."

   "You've been what?" said Alan in disbelief.

   "We've been watching you.  A lot of the people you talk to online live
here in the neighborhood.  We have people in the right places, and we found
out where you live, where you work, and that kind of stuff.  So we kept an
eye on you, and the more we found out about you, the more we liked what we
found."

   "Why have you been watching me?" Alan asked, a trace of anger in his
voice.

   Julie answered evenly.  "You could say we've been scouting you.  Sarah's
job was to give the final scouting report, which you obviously passed,
because she asked you to bring her home, and let you know the combination
to the front gate."

   Alan was about to say something again, but he sensed something coming,
so he remained quiet.

   Julie rose, and went over to an antique roll top desk.  She opened a
drawer, and pulled out a small sheaf of papers, folded in thirds.  She
returned to the couch, and sat down next to Alan again.  She said, "This is
the deed to a piece of undeveloped land down the street." She held it out.
"It's yours."

   Alan took a moment to process what Julie had just said.  "You mean..."

   "Yes, Alan.  Welcome to the Neighborhood," said Julie.