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 Captive Teens "You shall remain prisoners here until I release you.  Should
I die, you will die.  No one knows of your location.  You have adequate
food and water for thirty days.  It is warm and dry.  It is more than you
deserve.  When I succeed in my task, you will turned over to the police for
prosecution." Karanaught stood over the man and woman, shotgun at the
ready. "And if you fail?" "Then I will die.  And so shall you." "And our
children?  What of them?" "They will accompany me.  You will instruct them
that your survival rests upon my success; it is in their best interest to
offer every aid.  If I fail, they may end up in slavery.  The deal I have
made is to deliver your children as partial payment for the payment you
stole.  These are very nasty people you cheated, asshole.  Or you can face
the Thai syndicate yourself, explain it all to their satisfaction.  It'll
save your children from becoming sex slaves like you made those other
children." He waited for their response.  They looked away.  "I thought as
much.  You won't even do the right thing and die to protect your children
from a horrible fate." Thornburton looked upon his enemy with undisguised
hatred.  He had been foiled in his efforts to murder the businessman and
seize his assets.  He had gambled all - and lost even more.  He risked a
sidelong glance at his wife and shrank at the loathing he read in her eyes.
"And if they refuse to go with you or assist you?" "You die." Karanaught
walked to the other room and called for the children.  They trooped in
sullenly, three lovely girls and a young boy.  Thornburton turned to his
four children and spoke without hope.  "You must all go with Karanaught. 
If you value your mother's life, ensure that he is successful and returns
within the thirty days.  I can understand that you would have less concern
for my life, but her fortune is tied with mine." The thirteen year-old
nubile blonde Melody stood confused, tears in her eyes.  The fifteen-year
old twins, Charles and Glenda, glanced at each other with discomfort and at
their father with brooding anger.  Red-haired Theresa, the eldest at
sixteen years, glared briefly at her father, then fell sobbing into her
mother's arms.  "Just to set the record straight - correct me, Thornburton,
if I make any mistakes - your father's plan was to kill me and steal my
assets through identity theft.  Your mother was a willing accomplice.  She
seduced me, posing as a widow in distress.  I must say that your mother, in
addition to being quite beautiful, is a great lay and a very skilled
cocksucker.  Fortunately, from my point of view, they failed, but they have
created a situation that may yet result in my death.  They cheated a crime
syndicate in Thailand using my identity.  That crime syndicate has now
issued a contract on my life.  I am going to Thailand to set things right
again.  There is no time to lose - contract killers may already be upon me.
Did I leave anything out, Thornburton?" The would-be assassin and thief
glared at him, but made no reply.  The children gaped in disbelief, first
at their father, then at their mother.  Theresa drew back from her mother
in shock.  "Mom!  Say something!  Don't tell me..." Theresa stepped back
further as her mother's inability to meet her eyes communicated the truth
of the situation.  "We leave now." Karanaught spoke brusquely.  "Get into
the Suburban, all who are leaving with me." "May we leave this place, but
not in your company?" Charles stood warily, measuring this stranger who had
turned his life upside down in the last few moments.  "You may, if you wish
your parents to die.  If any of you leave the group, they will die.  Just
as they will die if I die or am taken prisoner.  But I will do nothing to
stop you.  If you join me, you will obey my instructions, however
distasteful, dangerous, or unreasonable.  Disobedience may result in the
death of your parents.  Let me be clear - I will not kill you but you may
in your disobedience create a circumstance that will kill your parents.  I
am not the murderer your father and mother would be had they succeeded,
though I am certainly a nasty character all the same, as you will
discover." "You had better not hurt those children!" His voice was filled
with contempt.  "Linda, you should have thought of that before you tried to
kill me.  Your children will pay a hefty price for your perfidy." "Why are
you taking us with you?  Is there something that we must do?" Theresa, the
protective elder child, moved to place herself between Karanaught and her
siblings.  He regarded her steadily.  "No.  Your presence merely ensures
that your parents remain imprisoned until I return.  You alone know where
they are held; you can do nothing to aid me." "And if we overpowered you or
killed you, what would prevent us from freeing our parents?" "That is the
execution device." He pointed to a large mechanism with a digital readout
mounted on the wall.  "When that clock counts down to zero, chlorine gas is
released.  Their deaths will be slow and painful.  If they tamper with the
device or attempt to escape, it will go off and kill them.  Each time I
communicate with the device successfully, the clock will be reset for a
period of time.  If I am unable to reset the clock at the appropriate time,
they die Choose now; I am leaving." Tarkenton turned his back on the group
and strode to the Suburban.  He started the engine.  "Last call!" The teens
looked at each other and quickly scrambled into the vehicle then looked
back to watch their parents' cell dwindle into the distance.  They had no
doubt that no one would find their parents in this remote place.  Nor did
they doubt their captor's willingness to let their parents die.  Somberly
they turned forward to watch the narrow, winding road through the forest as
they left their entire lives and all certainty behind.  Hours later, they
all sat over dinner at a truckstop.  Karanaught distributed pieces of
paper. "I need to know your clothing sizes, including shoes," he said. 
"Everything.  Write them down." They slowly began writing their sizes as
they finished their suppers.  "Everyone pisses now.  There won't be anymore
stops for several hours." Tarkenton took the papers and went outside to the
car.  They could see him hunched over a laptop.  "We could run away,"
Melody quavered.  "Only if you wanted to be an orphan," Charles retorted
somberly.  "We do what he says, whatever he says, and when he says.  I
don't really believe that Dad and Mom did that, but I do believe that he
will kill them." "So do I.  At least, I'm not willing to risk it," intoned
Theresa.  "Like Charles said, whatever he tells us to do, we do.  Glenda
and Melody, let's go to the bathroom." "I'm not done," Glenda protested. 
"You're done!  No delays, no trouble of any kind!" Theresa hurried her
sister along fearfully.  Long uncomfortable hours later, Tarkenton shook
Theresa awake.  "We're stopping.  Wake them and get them into the house."
Theresa shook her head groggily.  They had driven all night; the sun was
now rising over a vast, desolate desert - Nevada or Utah, she thought.  She
looked behind the SUV and saw a large brick house, the door standing open
as Tarkenton stepped in.  She reached into the back seat and shook Charles.
"Wake up.  Get into the house." She repeated her actions on the other twin,
then got out.  "Glenda, wake up Melody.  Tell her to get into the house."
Theresa looked around curiously as she followed Karanaught into the house.
"Where are we?" He looked up at her from perusing the contents of the large
commercial refrigerator.  "A house I rented over the internet.  We don't
want people seeing us.  I don't know who might be an assassin.  Do you
cook?" "Don't you?" "I've been driving all night and I'm tired.  You'll be
a lot happier with what you would fix.  But I want it fast - I'm going to
bed very soon." Sullenly she came to look into the refrigerator.  "I'll
make omelets, ok?" "Fine.  This afternoon I have someone coming with
clothes for all of us.  The story is that we are a recent widower and his
sad family here to grieve in peace.  We left home immediately after the
funeral and didn't feel like packing.  A personal shopper from a department
store has been instructed to be very discreet and bring a selection of
clothes for all of us.  You will each pick out clothing that will not be
noticed, enough for a week without laundering.  Make sure everyone knows
the story and acts appropriately.  Use your mother's name as the recently
deceased.  Right after breakfast, you will take the Suburban into town and
shop for incidentals - feminine products, toiletries, that kind of thing,
for all of us.  There's a map on the kitchen table.  While you're shopping,
get the oil changed and whatever other service needs to be done.  Go to
K-Mart, it'll be inconspicuous." "How do you know I won't phone the police
or someone to free my parents?" "I don't care.  Any attempts to free your
parents will result in their deaths.  And that's ok with me.  How about
you?" He spoke casually, but convincingly.  "Be back here by four - that's
when the personal shopper will arrive.  Outfit yourselves, then when you're
all done, come wake me up so I can make my purchases." "How long will we be
here?" "Until we leave.  Any other questions?" "Can I use your laptop?"
"It's a secure laptop.  Any attempts to get past the security will erase
the contents.  And your parents will die.  Use it if you like.  Again, I
don't care." "Are you going to kill them?" "No.  I would prefer that they
rot in prison - it's probably much more miserable than dying.  And I hope
to enjoy their humiliation during the trial.  But if they die, that's ok,
too." She stared at him hopelessly.  "You're an animal." "I wasn't the one
who tried to kill someone and take all their money.  I didn't seduce anyone
- fuck him to kingdom come while my husband watched - yeah, he watched. 
They had my house bugged.  So who is the animal, Theresa?" The shapely
red-haired petite teen wheeled and ran from the room.  Evening...  "Do you
all swim?" The shopping was done, the personal shopper departed.  Tarkenton
had just come down from his bedroom in his swimsuit.  "We're going to be
swimming into Thailand and I don't want anyone drowning on me.  Everyone
out to the pool." "We don't have bathing suits." Theresa looked nervously
at him.  "You didn't tell me to buy swimming suits." "You'll have to swim
in your underwear." "But we don't have bras!  We'll be almost naked!" "No
bras?  Why not?" "We don't need them.  We never wear them." "Then you'll
swim topless.  Shed the clothes.  We'll swim twenty laps, that's about the
distance we'll have to swim in Thailand." "No!" He shrugged.  "Ok.  My
condolences to you four orphans." He turned and started walking back to the
house.  "Wait!  We'll do it!" Melody shouted.  She quickly removed her
blouse, pants, shoes, and socks and stood meekly in her panties, arms
folded over firmly conical pubescent breasts.  Her sisters reluctantly
followed suit.  Charles looked away and stripped down to his
tighty-whities. They all followed him to the large rock-bordered pool in
the backyard.  He lined them up at one end of the pool.  "You'll follow me
- just like when we go into Thailand.  Twenty laps with no rest, no
touching bottom.  Let's go." He dove into the pool and began swimming.  The
four teens quickly followed.  Twelve laps later, Melody faltered,
floundered, and began to sink.  Tarkenton quickly swam back and grabbed the
tiny girl by the hair, pulling her to the side of the pool as she shrieked
with panic and the pain of being hauled by her hair.  He yelled at the
others to continue until they finished the twenty laps.  He pushed Melody
onto the pool's edge, letting go only after she had latched onto it.  He
pulled himself out of the pool.  He shouted to the swimming siblings, "You
don't want to drown when we have to swim in Thailand.  We have a short time
here - you will all work out in the weight room and swim as many laps as
you can, several times a day." He plunged back into the pool and continued
his laps as well.  Charles and Glenda managed seventeen and nineteen laps
respectively before having to be pulled out the pool.  Theresa and
Tarkenton finished and pulled themselves up on the edge of the pool,
Theresa shielding her naked breasts with her arms.  Charles' cell phone
rang.  He hurried to pick it up and pushed a series of numbers, listening
several times during the sequence.  Theresa looked at him quizzically. 
"Your parents will stay alive awhile longer now," he said quietly.  She
looked away.  "Does Glenda cook?" "Yeah.  She's actually better than I am,
why?" "You and I are going for a drive.  She'll cook dinner while we're
gone.  It'll take about an hour.  Tell her what to do, change your clothes,
and meet me in the car." He stood and walked into the house.  Theresa
worriedly relayed the information to her siblings and hurried into the
house.  "Pay attention to where we're going.  You have to make this drive
tomorrow morning," he said.  They drove away in silence.  Twenty minutes
later, Tark pulled over at the edge of the road overlooking a valley and
got out of the vehicle, motioning for her to follow.  "Park just like this,
so the Suburban can be seen from below.  It must be facing this direction
and be parked on this side of the road.  Pay attention to how it's parked.
See, there's the house." He pointed below them at the house they had left
twenty minutes earlier.  "You may see a group of people over in that area,"
he pointed, "but if you see anyone at the house, you must tell me when I
call you.  You'll have a cell phone.  You will be in the vehicle and you
will all be wearing hats." He pointed out a log on the other side of the
road.  "This is one of those times that can get us killed if you screw up,
ok?  I'm meeting some very bad people tomorrow.  It's important that you do
everything just as I've shown you, ok?" She nodded, visibly scared.  "Any
questions?  Now is the time to ask," "I can't think of any." "I've tried to
think of them all.  If you get scared, the best thing is to do nothing. 
Just wait - and that's very hard to do.  But if anyone approaches you,
drive away and drive away fast.  Drive to the police station and tell them
that someone scared you by following too close.  Do not let anyone get
close to you, understand?  Your life will depend on it." "OK," she said
tearfully.  "If you see anyone at the house while I'm meeting the syndicate
or someone tries to approach you, do not return to the house." He handed
her a small notebook.  "There are instructions there on what to do. 
There's another house about three hours from here.  You will meet me there
if anything goes wrong here.  If you have any idea that someone is
following you, go to the police.  Obviously you can't tell them anything,
just that you're being harassed and followed.  They'll take care of the
problem.  Got it?" She nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks.  He looked
at her.  "You've done really well until now.  Why the tears now?" "I
thought you were going to rape me." He started the car and swung the big
rig back the way they had come.  "I'm not going to rape you." She started
crying in relief.  "You are going to have sex with me willingly,
enthusiastically.  Tonight you will sleep in my bed." She abruptly stopped
crying and stared at him incredulously.  "No you're not!  I'm not going
to!" "If you won't, perhaps Glenda will.  And if she won't, then I'll be
forced to rape someone.  If I have to rape someone, it will be Melody," he
said quietly.  The lovely teen stared at him, horrified.  "Melody is a
little girl!" "Your mother was a very enthusiastic sex partner.  Talented,
too.  I don't expect you to be talented, but you will be enthusiastic.  Or
I'll have to try your sisters until I find someone with enthusiasm.  Are
you a virgin?" She nodded, speechless.  "You can think about it.  You have
choices.  You can try to get by reluctantly and hope that it will be enough
to satisfy me, or you can really work on your attitude and make sure to
satisfy me.  Either way works, it's up to you.  But if you seem reluctant
and I'm not having fun, I'll be trying out your sisters.  And I only have
fun when my partner seems like she's having fun.  Something to think
about." He glanced at the stricken teenager.  "I hope it can really
enjoyable for you and me both.  I'd really like that.  But if I have to
make a choice, it will be that it be enjoyable for me." Desperately, the
shapely brunette bargained.  "Perhaps in a few days I will come to really
want to be with you, Tark..." "I may be dead tomorrow, Theresa.  These are
very bad people I'm meeting with tomorrow.  And a contract killer could
catch up with me at any time.  I may not have time for you to want me, not
that that would really happen anyway.  I'm really sorry for both of us -
I've never forced anyone to have sex with me before.  But your parents have
really fucked me good.  And, unfortunately, you and your siblings have to
pay part of the price.  Choose now, Theresa.  If you were hot for me, you
would be snuggling up to me now, kissing and all that wonderful stuff. 
Tell me now with your actions, Theresa.  Are we having fun tonight, or does
Melody get raped?" "You would really...?" "Yes.  I would and will.  If I'm
not having fun by the time we get back to the house, I will get out of this
rig, pick up Melody, and carry her upstairs.  I've never raped a girl
before - some people enjoy it.  Maybe I will.  I'll sure as hell try to
enjoy it." Sobbing quietly, Theresa shifted her body next to Tark's.  She
flinched a little when he put his arm around her.  "Yeah," he said quietly,
"this is what lovers do." He kissed her forehead.  "Except for the crying.
I know it's not fair to demand that you stop crying and do some smiling and
laughing as if you were really having fun, but nothing about this whole
damned situation is fair." She smiled weakly at him.  He pulled the
Suburban over to the side of the road and turned to her, gathering her in
his arms.  "You are a sweet girl, Theresa." He kissed her tenderly on her
quivering lips.  He gently pressed the kiss until she opened her lips to
admit his tongue.  He slid a palm over a modest but very firm braless
breast, massaging it lightly, then released her, and brought the Suburban
back onto the road, his arm still around her.  "Will I get pregnant?" "You
might.  I'm not going to worry about it.  If it happens, you can either
give the baby up for adoption or have an abortion.  Up to you.  But I'm not
going to hassle with any birth control stuff.  This may be my last sexual
experience.  You will survive, Theresa; I probably will not.  I'll be
gentle and tender and make it as enjoyable for you as I possibly can. 
Something to think about." They arrived at the house.  He kissed her as
they approached the front door and took her hand as they entered.  Charles
and Melody goggled at the pair, noting the handholding, as they walked into
the living room.  "Is dinner ready," he asked them.  "Just about," Charles
returned sullenly, his eyes searching Theresa's face for some idea of what
was going on; her downcast eyes surrendered no information.  "Are you all
right, Theresa?" "I'm ok.  I'll help Glenda finish dinner," she murmured.
She gently released herself from Tark and hurried into the kitchen.  Tark
went upstairs to his bedroom.  Charles and Melody followed Theresa into the
kitchen.  "Why were you holding hands with him?!" demanded Charles.  "Did
he do anything to you?" She turned and confronted him.  "Listen, we are
trying to survive here and to keep Mom and Dad alive.  And I will do
whatever it takes to do that.  He is demanding sex.  If I don't accommodate
him, he will take it from Glenda or Melody.  Do your best to ignore us.  He
wants romance and happiness, so I will do my best to give him that.  You
will all pretend that he is my boyfriend.  You will pretend to like him. 
Do you understand?" "Did he rape you," Melody asked, wide-eyed.  "No, he
hasn't done anything yet but kiss me and grope me a little.  He's actually
been nicer than some of the guys I've dated.  But I am sleeping in his bed
tonight.  And you will all help me get through this by pretending it is
normal." "You don't have to do this, Theresa," Glenda stammered, blushing.
"I know you're a virgin.  I'm not.  Let me do it." Theresa stared.  "What
do you mean you're not a virgin?  Since when?  Who?" "That's none of your
business," her sister retorted, lifting her head proudly.  "But it's true.
So, it should be me, not you." "Well, it's not going to be you, anyway,
whether it is true or not.  He has decided that I'm the girlfriend. 
There'll be no more discussion." "But how can we possibly pretend it's ok?"
asked Charles heatedly.  "It's not ok!  It's rape!" "I don't care what he
does to me, you just smile and pretend it's ok.  If he strips me and rapes
me on the table during dinner, I will pretend to love it and so will you.
Remember, Mom and Dad will die if he decides we're not cooperating.  And I
believe with every fiber of my being that he will be glad to kill them."
"What if he decides that you're not enough - that he wants Glenda or
Melody?" Theresa looked each of them in the eye, one after the other,
silently.  Finally she spoke.  "I am going to do everything I can to
prevent that.  I am going to be his slut and it's going to look like I love
it.  So don't be surprised at anything I do.  Anything.  But.  If he can't
be satisfied with my body, I expect each of you to do whatever you must to
keep Mom and Dad alive." She smiled wryly, "Hopefully he doesn't like boys,
Charles.  But if he does, you will do it with a smile.  Get it?" Charles
gulped visibly.  It evidently hadn't occurred to him that he might also be
in danger of sexual indignities.  "Ok," he whispered.  Each sibling nodded
his or her agreement to the challenge.  Each sibling stared at the others,
wondering who would be playing the sexual games with their captor.  "The
good news is that he doesn't seem to be want to hurt us.  He wants to have
a fun, romantic time because he thinks he may die soon.  But he will rape
one or more of us if he doesn't get fun and romance.  So he gets fun and
romance, ok?" They all nodded.  "Do you think he will die.  Will we?"
Theresa looked troubled.  "He thinks that he probably will and we won't. 
He's meeting some horrible people tomorrow - he says they may kill him
then. We're going to be up on the hill behind the house, watching the
meeting.  At least he seems to be trying to protect us." "What if he gets
killed tomorrow?" "We go to the police and tell them everything.  Hopefully
they will be able to save Mom and Dad.  But I'm guessing that they won't be
able to." Dinner was awkward.  The siblings tried to keep the conversation
going, but long uncomfortable silences occurred, provoked by Tark's
romantic attentions toward Theresa and her forced attempts at returning
them.  Her sisters especially tried to keep a conversation going, hoping to
delay the end of dinner and whatever unknown event might follow.  "Thank
you for a delicious dinner, Glenda.  You did very well," Tark commented. 
"We will take a rest for an hour, then we will go back to pool for more
exercise and swimming practice.  Theresa, let's go upstairs." He stood and
offered her his hand to lift her from her chair.  She accepted with a smile
her siblings could tell was forced." "Charles," she said, "would you and
Melody do the dishes and clean up the kitchen?" Charles nodded mutely,
stricken, then he watched his elder sister accompany her middle-aged soon
to be lover up the stairs.  He looked at his other sisters in disbelief,
shook his head, and stumbled into the kitchen through sudden hot, blinding
tears.  Tark and Theresa stopped by the bedroom she had expected to share
with Melody and gathered her clothes and incidentals, then carried them
into Tark's bedroom.  He assisted her in hanging her clothes in the walk-in
closet and storing the other items in dressers and the bathroom as she
continued her pretense of light heartedness and gaiety.  "I'm glad you're
cooperating.  Thank you," he said, folding her into his embrace lightly. 
She shrugged, fighting to maintain a smile.  "Whatever I can do to help,"
she said softly.  "May I ask you some questions, personal questions?  I
know it's intrusive, but I'm really wanting to make this as easy for you as
I can." "Sure," she gulped, her smile slipping.  He kissed her and sat in a
well-padded chair, taking her into his lap.  He kissed her again; she
cooperatively kissed him back with what she hoped passed for enthusiasm. 
"You're sixteen.  You're a virgin, but you've probably had some experiences
with boys.  Will you tell me about them?" "This is supposed to help me?"
she said incredulously.  "Or are you just entertaining yourself?" "A little
of both, to tell the truth.  I want to know what experience you've had so I
can guide you more easily through those things you haven't done before. 
And it will be interesting to me, entertaining if you prefer, as well." "I
suppose you're going to insist?" "Yes, I think I will." She closed her eyes
briefly and swallowed.  "How do you want me to do this?" "Just tell me
about your experiences.  Start with your first and end with your most
recent." "I could just lie, you know.  Tell you I had no experience, or
make things up." "I can probably tell the difference.  You don't seem to be
an accomplished liar.  I've been in business for a long time - knowing when
someone is lying is very important in business so I've become quite
accomplished at detecting lies.  It will go much easier for you if you tell
the truth.  The whole truth." She quailed at the implied threat.  He had
done nothing yet, but she was afraid that he would be willing and that once
he began mistreating her and her siblings that it would remove his
reluctance to mistreat them further.  She steeled herself to tell all the
embarrassing details in full.  "I was twelve," she started.  "Steve was my
neighbor and I had a crush on him.  He was older - fifteen.  I used to hang
with him a lot.  No one thought anything about it - they all thought it was
cute, a little tomboy following him around.  And he was always very kind.
He was the kind of person everyone trusted.  I went to his house one day
during the week.  I t was July so we were out of school.  His mom and dad
both worked, like mine, and I wasn't supposed to be at his house with no
parents around, but there wasn't anyone around to enforce the rules, so I
was often there anyway.  I couldn't find him at first.  He was usually in
the family room, playing computer games when I came over.  I looked around
for him and finally went to his bedroom.  He was there, looking at
something on his computer.  He quickly closed whatever it was.  He seemed
really tense, but pretended he was glad to see me... "What are you doing?"
"Oh, just playing on the computer.  What's up?" "I'm bored.  Thought I'd
see what you were doing.  What were you playing?  Did you get a new game?"
"Uh, no.  Just surfing the `net." "Oh, that's fun.  We can't do that when
Mom isn't around anymore," she giggled.  "Charles got caught looking at
porn and Mom hit the roof.  Now they've put a password on the internet and
Charles hasn't figured out what it is yet." He laughed hollowly.  "Looking
at porn, huh?  Just Charles?" "Well, all of us looked at it a little,
except Melody.  It was kinda funny.  But Charles is the one that started it
and he's the one that got caught.  Do you look at porn on the internet?" He
reddened.  "Well, everyone does.  Some." "Is that what you were doing?  Is
that why you closed the browser?" She grinned at him, enjoying his
discomfort.  "Well, yeah.  Does that bother you?" "No.  I thought it was
funny, looking at some of the stuff.  Want to?" "I don't know... I'd get in
trouble if my parents found I showed you porn." "You don't think I would
tell!?" Theresa's tummy tightened at the thought of looking at porn with
Steve.  Maybe he would finally notice she was a girl.  "Well, I guess not.
You've always kept secrets before.  Are you sure you want to?" "Yeah," she
shrugged.  "It'll be fun." She pulled up another chair and sat next to him.
"Let's look at what you were looking at when I came in." He looked at her
for a long moment speculatively, then brought up the browser again,
selecting the option to resume from last session.  "This is Opera.  It's
faster than Internet Explorer and let's me start again where I left off,"
he explained.  The website he returned to was called asstr.org.  "These are
stories mostly, though some stories are illustrated with pictures.  You can
search for the kinds of stories you like or for anything else.  Do you want
to read stories or look at pictures.  We should go to a different website
if you want to look at pictures." "I like stories best, but illustrated
stories would be nice.  Do you pay for this?" "No, it's free, but I make
donations every now and then.  I don't want it to go away.  It's my
favorite site for stories.  There are thousands and thousands of stories."
He began navigating to the illustrated story area of the website.  "What
kind of stories do you like?" "Guys and girls, teenagers like us.  I like
them to be funny and romantic.  I don't care for the others.  How do you
make donations?" "I have a checking account with a debit card.  Have you
read a lot of these kind of stories, Theresa?" "Some.  Your parents don't
find out, about the donations?" He shrugged.  "They don't look at my
checking account.  They set it up so I wouldn't keep forgetting lunch
money. There are ATMs at school." He selected a story about teenagers and
waited for it to load.  "Cool.  That's neat, having your own debit card. 
What's this story about?" "I don't know.  I haven't read it.  The codes are
mff ff first time, so it's about teenagers having sex for the first time, I
guess.  Want to read it together?" "How about if we take turns reading it.
And you can read when guys talk and I'll read when girls talk.  It'll be
fun." They read through the story about two teen girls spending the night
together.  They practice kissing together and end up getting each other
off. Later, the bolder girl helps the more timid girl seduce a boy and both
girls have sex with the boy.  "Do you suppose these things ever really
happen?" Theresa's excitement had moved from her tummy to a now moist area
between her legs and her tight nipples.  The pictures had been exciting as
well.  She had found herself salivating at the pictures of the girls
sucking the boy's cock, though the pictures of the girls taking a hard cock
in their cunts had intimidated her.  She had never put anything in herself,
but she rubbed herself often during her baths.  He shrugged, his pants
uncomfortably tight.  As exciting as reading naughty stories and looking at
sex pictures had been before, it was much more exciting hearing Theresa
read part of the stories and reading part to her.  "I don't know.  It's
never happened to me the way it happens in the stories." "Would you want it
to?" "Sure.  That's why people write the stories.  It's the kind of thing
that people get excited about happening to them.  So they make up stories
that they wish were happening to them.  Or maybe they write about things
that really did happen.  And that's why people like reading the stories -
they want those things to happen to them, too.  Don't you think so?" "I
don't know.  I've never thought about those things actually happening to
me. I just liked reading about people doing those things.  Has anything
like that ever happened to you?" "Well, a little.  Not the sex part, just
seeing someone naked." "Will you tell me about it?  That would be much more
exciting than these stories!" "I'm not sure.  She wouldn't like it if I
told.  If I told you about it, would you have a story to tell me?" "You
don't have to tell me who it is, that way she wouldn't care.  I haven't
done anything at all, but I could tell you a story about someone else.  A
true story - I saw it." "Well, ok.  Want to keep looking at pictures while
we tell stories?" "Ok." He navigated to groups.yahoo.com and logged in,
then select one of his groups - JohnSaxton.  "I like this one.  There are
links to stories in the links section and a lot of good pictures.  They
claim they are real people, not just models." He went to the photo area and
selected an album then started slowly moving through the pictures.  "Hmm.
How can I tell you this story without you knowing who it is?" "I know her?"
"Yes, you do.  I guess I'll have to leave out details that would identify
her.  If you do happen to guess who it is, you won't say anything will
you?" "No, of course not.  When did it happen?" "Last summer... this is
hard to tell without giving too much information, Theresa.  I'm not sure I
should tell you." "Oh, go on.  Even if I figure it out, I won't tell
anyone." "Ok.  I guess.  My sister has lots of friends stay with her,
right? So that doesn't really give anything away.  It was one of those
girls.  We had all been swimming in the pool that afternoon and she had
been really friendly, you know?  Most of Erin's friends snub me because I'm
two years younger, but she was really friendly, really nice to me.  And she
kept giving me these sexy looks whenever my sister wasn't looking." "Was
she really hot looking?" "She was nice looking, but not super..  well,
we're getting into too much detail here, Theresa.  She was good looking. 
Nicely put together.  Late that night I went for a swim before going to bed
- it helps me sleep.  She came down to the pool and told me that my sister
was asleep but she wasn't tired.  She ended up coming in to swim, too."
"She was in her bathing suit." "Sure, how else would she go in the pool?"
"I thought maybe she stripped and jumped in with you," Theresa grinned. 
"You've been reading too many of those stories," he laughed.  "She was even
friendlier without my sister around and we ended up kissing in the deep
end. She was giggling and laughing the whole time." "So she took off her
bikini?" "Not then.  Someone might have seen.  She said she needed to
shower before she changed into her nightgown, but she didn't want to wake
my sister.  I told her she could shower in my bathroom." "How very helpful
of you," Theresa smiled.  He grinned.  "So she showered, but she had left
her nightgown in my bedroom instead of taking it into the bathroom.  She
came out in a towel and, looking me in the eye, dropped the towel and
changed into her nightgown." "That's all?" He shrugged, "She kissed me
again then went to my sister's room.  That was it." "That was mean - she
teased you." "I was sure sorry she didn't let me touch her or anything, but
I was glad that I at least got to see her naked." "I still think it was
mean.  Did she at least let you look a long time?" "A few minutes.  She
stood and toweled off, bent over and everything.  She let me see all of
her. She even opened her legs wide and pulled her pussy lips apart so I
could see inside.  But every time I moved or reached toward her, she pulled
away.  Sorry that's all there is to the story - really sorry." "Well, that
was what happened.  It's still exciting." "So what's your story?" "It
happened just a few weeks ago.  It was one of my baby-sitters and her
boyfriend." "Do I know them?" "I doubt it.  They're both in college and
they don't live close.  Mom knows her - she's an intern at the office."
"What happened?" "After all of us kids were asleep, I woke up.  I heard
some noise coming from the living room.  I snuck out real quiet to see what
it was.  The lights were off except for the dining room light - it shines
into the living room - and the television was on.  There was a porn movie
on television." "Do your parents have porn movies?" "Yeah.  They don't know
I found them, but they have a few.  They're fun to watch, but I almost
never get to.  Either my parents or the other kids are home almost all the
time." "Maybe you could bring one over here.  I've got a DVD player here in
my room." "That would be fun.  I'll bring one sometime." "So what
happened?" "Evidently her boyfriend had come over after I had gone to bed -
he hadn't been there before and I don't think he was supposed to be there.
My parents have never allowed baby-sitters to have boyfriends come over. 
But he was there.  They had been watching the porno movie, but they weren't
paying attention to it when I saw them.  They were both naked.  He was
sitting on the couch and she was sucking him." "Really?!  Wow!  That must
have been great to see that.  What did she look like?" "She's a brunette
with largish boobs, kinda saggy.  They were hanging and swinging while she
sucked him and he was playing with them.  She seemed to like that.  She was
pretty, though it was a little hard to tell with her mouth full like that,"
she giggled.  "Girls are always more beautiful like that," he mumbled. 
"Oh, you think so!" She laughingly slapped his leg, noticing a bulge in his
pants.  "What did it look like when she was sucking him?  Was it like these
pictures?" She frowned, looking at a couple of the images as he paged
through them.  "He wasn't nearly as big as most of these guys.  But she
seemed to really like it anyway.  She was really moving on him, using her
hand, too.  And she was slurping really loud," she explained.  "What
happened next?" "He came in her mouth and she opened her mouth so he could
see it.  Then she swallowed it." "Cool!  Then what?" "She got up and sat on
his lap and they kissed for awhile." "He kissed her after she sucked him?
Wow.  Did he do it to her?" "I don't think so.  It looked like she was just
sitting in his lap, kissing him.  He was touching her all over, though.  He
started kissing her boobs and playing with her nipples, then she got up and
told him it was her turn.  He laughed and then he got on his knees after
she sat down and spread her legs wide.  He started kissing her down there
and kept feeling her up until she screamed a little and pushed him away. 
It took awhile.  He got up and they cuddled for awhile.  He tried to get on
top of her, I guess he wanted to have sex, but she pushed him off and
sucked him for just a few minutes then told him he had to go home.  That
was it.  I snuck back to my bedroom while she was kissing him goodbye at
the door.  She was still naked, though." "Was the door open?" "No, silly.
Someone might have seen them.  They kissed and he touched her some more
then she pushed him out the door." "Wow.  Great story!  You actually saw
someone naked and having oral sex!  That's a lot better than my story!"
"Except your story happened to you.  I just watched the people in my
story." There was a moment of silence.  They watched a few more images go
by.  The album was pretty much all women with pronounced tanlines, many of
them having sex with men or other women.  "These don't look like the others
- they look like models," Theresa commented.  "Yeah, the album was titled
as Tanlines.  I guess this John Saxton guy really likes tanlines." He shot
her a grin; Theresa had quite pronounced tanlines from her frequent use of
their pool.  Theresa stuck her tongue out at him.  "Would you rather have
your own story, where it was you instead of someone else," he asked.  Her
throat tightened.  "I guess." "We could, uh, do something.  Then we'd have
our own story." He didn't look at her, just watched the pictures changing
on the monitor.  "I don't have any tits yet.  And I don't want to have sex.
I'm too young." "You're still pretty.  I would like to see you naked.  And
you could see me.  We don't have to do anything." Another long pause.  "You
think I'm pretty?" "Yeah, of course.  Your face is a lot prettier than most
of these women.  And you have a nice butt and good legs." She fairly glowed
at his praise, her pulse quickening.  "Will you still like me?  I wouldn't
be a slut if I let you see me?  You would still let me hang around when you
have friends over?  You wouldn't be ashamed of me?" He looked at her,
surprised.  "Theresa, you are one of my best friends.  I take some heat
because I hang out with you and let you hang out with me and my friends,
but they all admit that you're cool.  And you wouldn't be a slut just
`cause you let me see you.  I don't think you're capable of being a slut."
"I'm afraid you'll just want to look at me and that's all you'll want to do
from now on.  I trust you not to tell anyone - you wouldn't would you?" He
shook his head solemnly.  "But I'm not sure I trust you to still like me
for me, to still want to do things with me that we've always done.  I don't
want to ruin our friendship." "I promise that it won't hurt our friendship
- it'll make it closer, don't you think?  And we'll still do all the things
we like to do together.  Promise.  OK?  "Well, ok, but you first." "What do
you want me to do?" She shrugged, "I don't know, just take off your
clothes, I guess." "How about if we do it together?" She eyed him
speculatively.  "Well, ok.  Let's take off our shoes and socks first, they
don't count." They both bent to remove shoes and socks.  She placed hers
neatly next to the closed door; he just dropped his next to the bed. 
"T-shirt first?" He said.  She nodded.  "You first." He pulled his t-shirt
over his head and dropped it onto the bed, smiling nervously.  He struck a
muscleman pose, prompting her to laugh.  Then he stood, waiting.  "Well, I
don't have anything on top anyway.  I look a lot more like you than the
girls you look at on the internet," she said, pulling her arms into her
t-shirt.  She looked at him and blew her breath out, then lifted the
t-shirt over her head.  She self-consciously turned and neatly laid the
t-shirt on the bed behind her, aware that she didn't have anything more
than bumps to show him.  She then stood before him, blushing.  She felt an
urge to cover her nipples with her arms, but forced her arms to stay at her
side.  His intent gaze seemed to inspire them to rise and harden.  "Your
turn, she smiled nervously." He bent to unsnap his 501s then hesitated
before pushing them to his ankles and stepping out of them.  He dropped
them on top of his t-shirt.  He smiled at her with nervous encouragement as
she glanced at the lump in his briefs.  She answered by quickly skimming
her shorts off and placing them, folded, on her t-shirt.  She turned back
to him to see that he had clearly enjoyed watching her as she moved about
in her small cotton undies.  "I don't have sexy undies.  Mom won't buy
them." "You look wonderful in those, Theresa." "But I'll look better out of
them?" She laughed nervously, sticking her tongue out at him.  He nodded
enthusiastically, comically - prompting a genuine laugh from the young
girl. "You first." He paused, looked into her eyes, and the smile left him.
"Uh, can we do it...  I mean, it would be really neat if you took mine off
and I took yours off.  Can we?" She was surprised at a flicker of sexual
hunger running through her body alloyed with nervous tension.  "Well...  if
you don't touch, just take them off." He nodded.  She slowly approached
him, unconsciously licking her lower lip as she watched his face.  "Turn
around," she said.  He turned.  She grasped the elastic band at the top of
his briefs and tugged downward, then tugged again harder.  They slid down,
but then caught, unseen by her, on his achingly hard prick.  "What's
wrong," she asked.  He turned to her and motioned toward his painfully bent
hard-on.  She flushed and carefully took hold of the waistband on each side
of the obstruction and lifted it over and down.  She pushed his underwear
to his ankles, bending to one side, and removed them as he lifted first one
foot then the other.  She stared curiously at his cock, remembering what
she had seen her baby-sitter do.  A light shudder ran through her frame as
an image of his cock in her mouth came to her mind.  "My turn," he croaked.
He cleared his throat and smiled at her tenuously.  She nodded slightly. 
He dropped to his knees before the slender, petite redhead and grasped the
waistband of her panties.  She watched his face as he began slowly drawing
her last bit of clothing down her coltish legs, his eyes focused on the v
between her legs.  His breath caught as her nether lips were revealed, a
light reddish fuzz covering but not concealing her sex.  He almost
subconsciously puzzled over a light pleasing fragrance in the air.  He
slowly slid her panties down, his focus entirely upon her downy lips.  He
was startled as she put her hand on his shoulder as she lifted first one
foot then the other from the puddled panties.  He continued kneeling,
studying her intently as she watched him nervously.  "May I touch you?" He
voice whispered hoarsely.  She hesitated for a long moment, then nodded. 
Realizing that he couldn't see her head nod with his attention focused on
her crotch, she whispered, "gently, not inside." His fingertips tentatively
traced the lips of her sex as he thrilled at the feel of her sparse downy
covering and the buttery soft lips.  Her breath caught, then was released a
moment later in a sigh as she watched him stroke and carefully examine her
most private treasure.  She shuddered as his hand reached through her
slightly open legs and stroked the bottom curve of her rounded butt.  She
hungrily absorbed his tender, loving fascination with her body and with its
silent acceptance and praise of her form.  She no longer felt inadequate
because of her lack in maturity and curves - he was clearly caught up in
rapt enjoyment of her body.  She hungered for more of his approval. 
"Wait," she murmured and slowly walked to the bed.  He stood and turned to
face her.  She sat on the edge of the bed and slowly spread her legs,
intently watching his absorption and wonder at her revealed beauty.  He
glanced up at her face and smiled gently; she returned his smile and bit
her lip as he reached for the now fully exposed sex.  She felt a rush of
heat course through her body as his fingers returned to her tender lips. 
She felt his other hand move over her abdomen, up her tummy and then stop
to explore her tender nipples and the bulge of her prepubescent breast. 
His fingers continued to explore the satiny lips of her virgin sex as his
other hand roamed from one breast and back to the other.  She shivered as
she felt his breath tickle her pussy hairs.  "Enough," she commanded,
placing a hand protectively over her little girl cunt.  "It's my turn to
look at you and touch you." He rose from his worshipful posture between her
open thighs and leaned over her, kissing her nipples then first touched his
lips to hers in a simple, innocent kiss belying the intimacy they had
already shared.  She sighed and her eyes closed at the gentle meeting of
their lips and softened her own lips against his.  The sudden remembrance
brought by the pressure of his naked body against hers and the new
experience of a hard cock nestled against her tender, girlish sex
interrupted her kissing with confusion and alarm.  She pushed, not gently,
her friend and now partner in sexual exploration away from her nakedness
and pressed the offensive until they were both standing again, safely away
from the soft, tempting bed.  "My turn to look and touch, Steve.  Sit on
the bed, please." She kissed him again, scarcely needing to bend to meet
his lips.  Again she sighed, then, standing very close to him, ran
exploring hands down his body as he had down with her.  She tweaked his
nipples, looking into his eyes quizzically.  The widening eyes and slow
smile answered her question; she smirked and pressed on, kneeling now
between his legs and pushing his thighs apart with dainty but impatient
hands.  She knelt and looked at his bobbing hardness, seemingly pulsing
with each heartbeat.  She marked the bulbous, mushroom like head and its
dark color irregular at the edges.  She measured in her mind the length of
his stalk and noted the mottled color, the irregular bits of flesh
immediately below the crown.  She puzzled at the coiling flesh of his
scrotum, the outlines of the balls within manufacturing sperm that would
gladly fertilize the monthly eggs in her child-woman's body given any
slender opportunity.  She reached forward and tenderly grasped her first
manstalk, marveling at the hardness under such delicate flesh.  Her fist
slip up to encounter the bulk of the head, then opened to enclose it,
feeling the heavy spongy mass throb under her touch.  Her hand reached,
fingertips exploring gently the folds and wrinkles of the scrotal sac then
carefully lifting, hefting the mass of that most sensitive of male organs.
She drank in the sights and scents of the aroused male child and knew that
she would never be quite the same, consumed by a new primal force welling
up, awakened within her.  She recognized her own scent of arousal mixing
with his in the summer morning air.  Her hand formed around his length and
slowly stroked its length as her cunt lips swelled in arousal.  She was
suddenly aware of sound of her breathing and his, filling the air with the
gently hurried music of lust.  She pressed his hardness within her palm and
stroked once more then started at the spurt of pearly male essence erupting
from its tip and the several that followed, landing on his chest and
abdomen as he spent himself with a groan.  She looked in wonder at his cum
splattered body, then laughed in delight that she had made him erupt.  She
watched in wonder as his cock softened, shrank and wilted to lie against
him, spent.  She nudged the resting much reduced organ with the tip of her
finger, then took the wobbly nubbin into her hand amazed at the sudden and
complete change in size, shape, and consistency only to feel it slowly
begin to fill and harden again.  She laughed softly, entranced as it grew
to fill her palm and continue.  She looked up to see him watching her
sheepishly, a much softer light in his eyes than had glowed there moments
before.  She grinned at him and stood, thoughtfully, then disappeared into
his bathroom to emerge a minute later with a warm, wet washcloth.  She
bathed his spattered body tenderly, removing the sticky evidence of their
wanton play.  She bent to kiss him, thrilling again at the contact between
their nude bodies and then took the washcloth to the bathroom hamper. 
Because his sister was usually home, the two were rarely able to repeat
their dalliance.  Aware that her apparent tomboyish innocence and the
evident platonic nature of their relationship provided their greatest
defense, the couple took pains to ensure that nothing seemed to change
while stealing opportunities to revel in kisses, caresses, and occasional
perusal of nakedness.  Months later, Theresa first took a swollen cockhead
into her inquisitive mouth.  Soon after that, Steve explored the mysteries
of her sex with his tongue, savoring her taste.  Often thereafter, as often
as could be arranged, Theresa drank his sperm and Steve tasted her virginal
spend.  They often discussed the eventual loss of their virginity,
straining cock in newly opened vaginal splendor, but chose to continue
pleasing each other with lips and tongues.  Because they could not be
boyfriend-girlfriend and retain the freedom they savored and exploited,
both occasionally dated other people.  Steve, now expert in kissing and
relatively wise to feminine mysteries, found himself much in demand by
appreciative teenage girls.  He tasted many kisses and fondled naked tits
and cunts, but refused to endanger his younger lover by exposing her to
sexually transmitted diseases.  He developed a reputation as a tender,
discreet, and generous massager of feminine charms capable of delivering
delicious climaxes with his hands and mouth-on-mouth kisses alone. 
Theresa, being younger and tomboyish, dated infrequently and preserved the
image of wide-eyed innocence.  Occasionally wrestling matches ensued,
netting her date with a hastily palmed breast or pussy mound, but these
came at a price - no further dates and painful injuries inflicted on
sensitive areas.  No one but Steve ever viewed her increasingly feminine
attributes.  No one but Steve enjoyed her astonishingly capable cocksucking
talents.  ... and that's my story.  Here I am virginal, except that Steve
tells me that I give great head.  Perhaps you would be satisfied with a
very willing cocksucker instead of..." Her moist eyes searched his face for
mercy.  " No, I guess you wouldn't," she sighed.  "Three years of saving my
cherry for Steve - and you're going to get it instead." He kissed her
tenderly.  "Sorry, little one.  I'm afraid Steve is just going to miss out.
It's up to you whether you tell him or not - I'm certainly not going to."
"You forget, Charles, Glenda, and Melody know I'm your fuckslave.  They
won't all be able to keep a secret like that, even if I chose to deceive
Steve.  Which I won't." "Will he be angry?" "With you, yes.  Very angry. 
He'll want to kill you if you're not already dead - maybe even then. 
Though he wouldn't.  He wouldn't even kill a rapist like you.  But with me
he'll be very sensitive, very tender and he'll cry with me over my stolen,
long anticipated gift for him.  But now you know my life story, exposed for
you fun and games.  You're the only one who knows.  Are you going to
further damage me by telling my siblings about my sexual relationship with
Steve?  They'd be quite astonished, you know.  Very surprised.  I'm sure
you'd enjoy it.  "I'm cruel, I know, but your secret is safe with me."
"Thank you.  I mean that.  You confuse me - you are a cruel rapist, taking
my virginity by threatening to rape my sister, a little girl, yet you treat
me tenderly.  It doesn't make sense." "I have always - up until now - been
tender and loving in my relationships with women.  I can't tell you how
sorry I am that you have to pay this price for your parent's sins.  I
really am very sad about that.  I never would have had the opportunity to
make love with you, but if I had I would have cherished you tenderly and
carefully.  Tonight I will rape you with all the tenderness and love I can
invest in such a horrifying act, because I desperately want to taste that
tenderness and affection before I die." "Were you this way with Mom? 
Tender and loving, I mean?" He laughed bitterly.  "Oh, yes.  She was the
lost and lonely widow, needing solace and tender lovemaking to ease her
burden.  I wined and dined her, laughed with her and cried with her.  I
took her on business trips with me and we made long, sweet, delicious love.
Your mother - in the guise of that despairing widow - was the best lover
I'd ever known and, I thought, a soul mate.  And it was all a lie.  She
intended for me to die and she was going to take my money and property."
"What was their plan?  What do you think they were going to do?" "She used
the business trips to steal my identity.  Then she and your father made
contacts with the criminal world in Thailand and began buying and selling
sex slaves." Theresa gasped in horror.  "Yes, it's true.  Your parents are
slavers of the worst variety.  After several months of buying and selling
sex slaves - little girls like Melody, quite often - they established trust
in my name.  Then they sold twenty young girls, American virgins, for a
huge sum.  Over five million American dollars.  They took the money - and
stiffed the buyers.  They didn't have the twenty young American girls. 
Never did.  Had no intention of delivering.  Meanwhile, I am totally in the
dark, bringing my lover roses and drinking champagne from her pussy while
she skillfully sucked my cock - you aren't the only great cocksucker in
your family, believe me.  It was ten days ago that they took the money and
ran.  The delivery was supposed to be a week ago.  Now I am being pursued
by international hit men with a million dollar price on my head." "How did
you find out?" "I have a friend in military intelligence.  My name started
appearing in communications they were monitoring in terrorist groups - yes,
terrorist groups.  There's some overlap between organized crime and
terrorists, I guess.  Not surprising.  They did some investigation and
found out about the fraudulent sale.  It was apparent to them that someone
was using my identity - the physical description was all wrong. 
Fortunately, the hit men are looking for a six-three blonde man with dark
roots and a rose-colored birthmark on his neck." "Dad," the horrified teen
gasped.  "Yes, your dad.  They also have a good description of your mom. 
My understanding is that she helped your dad kidnap girls in third world
countries.  They posed as missionaries, of all things, on aid missions. 
Your mother gained the confidence of the young girls and invited them on a
shopping trip into a nearby city.  Their families never saw the girls
again. They would later appear on the streets and whorehouses of Thailand.
Your mother has been gone a lot, hasn't she?  She's either been fucking me,
quite expertly, or stealing little girls and selling them into sex
slavery." "I don't believe you, you know.  My parents wouldn't do that."
Theresa's eyes were filled with pain and misery - and passionate denial. 
"I don't expect you to.  I don't want you to.  If you believed me, you
might not care if I kill your parents and walk away from me.  I want you to
stay." "So I can be your sex slave.  Isn't that what you're making me?  A
sex slave?" "Yes, it is.  I wish it could be otherwise, but I will not die
without taking as much pleasure as I can first.  Besides, your parents
didn't care enough to save you.  They could have, but didn't." "How?" "Your
parents think I am going to deliver all four of you as sex slaves to the
Thai syndicate." "You're lying!" Theresa gasped in pain.  "My parents
wouldn't do that to me!  Not to Charles and Glenda and especially not to
Melody!  They love us!" "I'll admit they had a hard choice.  They could let
you be sold as sex slaves - or they could face the Thai syndicate
themselves, in person.  They would have died a horrible death without
question.  They chose to live and to let you become sexual playthings for
disgusting men and women in Thailand." "I can't believe this.  I won't
believe this.  Why would I believe you - you who are going to rape me
tonight." He shrugged.  "So don't believe me.  Believe what you will." He
consulted his watch.  "It's time for swimming classes.  Let's go." He
lifted her from his lap and, standing, took her into his arms for a kiss.
"Don't forget the enthusiasm," he smiled, bitterly.  He kissed her again as
she responded with all the fake enthusiasm she could muster.  "When we go
swimming, you will not cover yourself like you did this afternoon.  You
will leave your arms at your sides and you will maintain an erect posture.
You will instruct your sisters to do the same." "So you can get a good
eyeful, I suppose." "Yes, so I can enjoy looking at three topless nubile
young girls." She stifled her anger, afraid that he would go further if she
protested.  "OK.  They will be presented for your viewing pleasure." He
kissed her again, and then he unbuttoned her blouse slowly, gazing into her
eyes.  She tried not to flinch, but her anguish spoke in her hopeless but
carefully constructed pose of indifference.  "We might as well get you
ready for the swimming lesson, yes?" He opened the blouse and pushed it
back on her shoulders, exposing her firm breasts to his appreciative gaze.
He bent and kissed each nipple, then unbuttoned and unzipped her pants.  He
slid them down her muscular but very feminine legs and waited for her to
lift her feet before removing them and tossing them onto the bed.  He
gently cupped her pudenda in his hand and kissed her again.  After he
released her from the kiss and his embrace, he watched her firm panty-clad
ass and lithe body as she walked to the bed and shook the pants out, then
hung them in the closet.  She then returned to him and looked up at him
expectantly.  He kissed her again; she returned his kiss with faked ardor.
"Wouldn't you rather just go to bed, Tark," she breathed.  "You've got a
hot virgin pussy waiting for you." "Your love for your sisters is
admirable, Theresa.  You are willing to accelerate your loss of your
virginity so you can save your sisters from being ogled topless.  That is
really wonderful.  But it won't work.  Sorry.  It really is important that
they be able to swim that distance - that's a reality.  It will be a
life-and-death reality, so you need to help me whip them into shape if you
want to save their lives.  My enjoyment of their topless state is just a
fringe benefit for me." "It doesn't bother you that we'll be topless in
front of our own brother?" "Not at all.  When I was his age, I would have
been thrilled to see my sisters naked, and they weren't nearly as beautiful
as you three are.  I'm doing him a favor." "I doubt he'll thank you for it.
Under other circumstances, I know he would enjoy it, but not with you
forcing it on us.  It doesn't bother you that my sisters and I will be
mortified to be seen topless by our brother?" "Nope.  Not a bit." Theresa
turned and started walking toward the stairs.  "Don't forget that you're my
fun loving playmate.  Why don't you ride down the stairs on my back.  Laugh
a little." She turned, mustering a smile, and kissed him passionately. 
"Why don't you just fuck me on the kitchen table right in front of them. 
That should be amusing." "Hmm.  Not tonight.  Tonight will be special,
private, romantic.  Maybe tomorrow, though." The topless teen shuddered
with fear that he might just do exactly that and resolved to keep her mouth
shut - whenever she wasn't busy sucking his cock.  That thought sent
another shudder through her body.  She jumped onto his back and tried to
laugh convincingly.  It took several efforts before it sounded slightly
credible to her own ears.  She saw her siblings stand from the couch where
they had been pretending to watch television while speculating on what he
had been doing with her upstairs.  She let herself drop from his back and
walked around him to confront the silent three.  They rocked in shock at
her panty-clad form.  Tark watched them, amused.  "It's time for swimming
and work outs.  We'll swim until we can't swim anymore, then we'll break
for a half-hour before going to the exercise room.  We'll swim again after
exercising, then turn in for some sleep.  This is for your benefit.  I'm
not kidding or even exaggerating when I tell you that we will have to swim
a half-mile into a Thai beach.  If you cannot swim that distance, you will
drown and I won't be able to do anything about it.  If you want to live,
you will learn to swim more than a half-mile without rest." "Now I have to
go prepare the pool.  You've got about ten minutes - be at the pool in ten
minutes or less, capice?" They all nodded fearfully.  He turned and walked
away.  "Are you all right," Glenda asked Theresa?  "Cover yourself! 
Charles is here!" "I'm fine.  He still hasn't done anything much - some
kissing and touching a little.  But he will be taking my virginity tonight,
no question about it.  I don't want you all to be worrying about it.  I've
decided that I'm going to make the best of it that I can.  I don't have a
choice, so I'm going to try to enjoy it." "Enjoy it!" The three spoke at
once, explosively.  "Yes, enjoy it.  You've heard the saying, just lie back
and enjoy it.  I can't fight it, so I'm going to do my very best to enjoy
it.  Don't be shocked at anything I do - it's for our benefit, not his. 
But you're not getting out of it scot-free either, I'm sorry to say. 
Girls, you will be swimming just as I am.  You are to keep your arms at
your side - no hiding your breasts." Both girls gasped.  "And your posture
will be correct - push those titties out there.  He wants to see them
standing high and proud.  I suggest that you do as I am doing - pretend
with every fiber of your being that you are with someone you love.  He will
get what he wants - whether you're willing or not.  You will be able to
keep more dignity if you do it willingly." "What if he wants to..." Melody
quavered.  Theresa took her into her arms and held her lovingly.  "I am
doing everything in my power to prevent that.  Everything.  If I have to
have sex with him with you all watching, it will be worth it if he is
satisfied and doesn't rape you.  And I will do just that if I think it will
help, do you understand?  I need your cooperation.  You all need to keep a
smile on your face and fake a good attitude.  If he does something to you,
pretend to like it - laugh if you can.  Hopefully, I will see what is going
on and I will divert his attention to me - whatever it may take to
accomplish that." "Remember this - it's really important.  What he really
wants it to be loved and appreciated.  It's hard to believe, but I think
he's hurting a lot and very enraged.  He's taking it out on me.  He admits
it and even apologizes for it, but he's doing it anyway.  So try to be
friendly and loving toward him.  There will be time when we're all safe and
away from him to scream and cry and try to get him killed - if he's still
alive." "Why wouldn't he be alive?" "It's a long story and I don't know how
much if any of it I believe.  But the story is that he thinks he's going to
be killed soon.  And he wants to be loved and take pleasure in life before
that happens.  I really do think he's very afraid and very sad - and
murderously angry with our parents.  That much I believe." Melody spoke
through tears even as she tried valiantly to stem them.  "Are we going to
be killed, too?" "No, honey.  We won't.  He has said a lot about what to do
when and if he is killed.  And he's protecting us when he goes to meet
those criminals tomorrow.  We will be up on the hill in the Suburban,
wearing hats so they can't tell we're just kids.  If he gets killed or if
anyone tries to approach us, we drive away as fast as we can to the nearest
police station." "Why don't we just do that anyway." "Because Mom and Dad
will die if we do." "Oh." "Now girls, strip down to panties.  Charles,
please be kind to us and don't look at us - this is horrible enough as it
is.  But don't appear to be looking away.  If he wants you to look at us,
to talk about how pretty we are, do what he wants and pretend to like it.
Hell, you might really like it," she smiled quaveringly.  "But if you can,
your sisters would appreciate it if their brother didn't gawk at them, ok?"
He nodded somberly then turned his back as Melody and Glenda began
stripping.  Four hours of exhausting swimming and working out in the
exercise room followed, each dedicated to the task, firmly believing that
their life depended on being able to swim the half mile.  During the
grueling session, Tark frequently admired the high, firm cones on the young
girl's chests and the panty clad firm butts, not to mention the hidden
clefts whose contours were clearly revealed by the clinging panties.  He
did not, however, require Charles to participate, nor did he tease or
otherwise cause the girls additional discomfort.  Nor did he cause Theresa
additional outrage by touching her, other than occasional kisses and
embraces.  But it was all too much for her younger sister.  John brusquely
ended the swim session.  "Ok.  Enough swimming.  Let's go to the exercise
room.  We'll take a fifteen minute break, then we'll start exercising."
"No," Glenda said sullenly.  "I'm done.  I'm finished.  I'm going in to
bed. Fuck you." She stood, hands on hips, breasts heaving with the exertion
of swimming.  "Melody, come here," he said quietly.  "You will pay the
price for your sister's disobedience." John took the young girl's arm and
pulled her up from the water where she had been clinging to the side of the
pool, winded from her efforts to keep up with her siblings and their
captor. She began crying silently as he put her on her feet, not looking at
him.  "Wait!  What are you doing?!  I'm the one you should be punishing -
not Melody." Glenda rounded on John, fists clenched.  "Your actions don't
affect just you.  It's time you learned that.  You quit on me, your parents
die.  You screw off while we're working to improve our strength -
incidentally, so we can survive the swim into shore in Thailand - and
Melody pays a price." He reached down and pulled Melody's panties to her
knees in one motion.  "Stop!  Stop!  Ok!  I'll do what you say.  Just leave
Melody alone," Glenda screamed.  "Melody, leave your panties where they
are." The girl had stooped to pull them up, her face aflame.  She slowly
stood again, her hands over her private parts.  "Drop your hands to your
sides." She obeyed, fear plainly written across her face.  He pushed a foot
between her ankles and forced her legs about six inches apart as Melody
sobbed audibly.  He faced Glenda.  "Are you willing to take your
punishment, then do as I say?  Or do I continue with Melody?" "I said I
would!  Stop scaring her!  Stop being so mean to her.  I'll take my
punishment." He put his arm around Melody; she shrank away from him.  He
slapped her butt, hard.  "Cooperate, Melody, or it just gets worse." She
cried out at the blow, then sagged against him in silent tears.  He drew
her close and stroked her reddening butt tenderly.  "Sorry, Melody.  I hope
I won't have to do that again.  Perhaps your siblings will understand that
I will be obeyed.  Do you think?" She nodded rapidly, clearly uncomfortable
with his hand stroking her bare ass.  He moved his hand to her hair and
stroked it tenderly, then bussed her cheek.  "I like you, Melody.  I know
you don't like me - I don't like me much right now, either.  I hope that
things will go a little smoother, now.  Don't move, don't pull up your
panties until I tell you, ok?" She nodded again.  He kissed her cheek
again, then released her.  "Come here, Glenda." The young girl hesitantly
and slowly walked toward him.  "Damn you!" Charles launched himself at the
much older and larger man.  John sidestepped the attack and tripped the
young boy, then grabbed him by the neck and jerked him to his feet.  The
older man slammed a fist into the boy's gut then let him fall to the
ground. The boy gasped for air, doubled up, crying.  His elder sister,
Theresa, screamed.  "Stop it!  Stop it!  I told you to do what he said!"
She ran to her brother and knelt beside him, holding him.  She turned to
Glenda and spat, "Isn't this whole situation bad enough without you making
it worse?  I told you to do what he says.  Do you understand?" Glenda
nodded numbly.  Theresa turned her attention to Charles.  "Are you trying
to get us hurt?  Raped?  Now you behave yourself and do what you're told,
do you get it?" He nodded through his tears then leaned sideways and threw
up noisily.  He cried disconsolately.  John stood, watching the siblings
interact tearfully.  He had known that it was necessary to goad the
teenagers into defying him so that he could establish his dominance, but it
wasn't something he enjoyed.  All the same, it was necessary.  He grimaced
at the thought that he was putting them through an extreme boot camp
experience, more extreme than that he himself had endured - and hated.  The
siblings watching his expression misread it and quailed in fear.  "You,
too, Charles must learn that your failures affect everyone.  Unfortunately,
Melody pays the price for your failures.  Come here, Melody." Terror was
writ large across the girl's face as she tearfully but obediently waddled
to him, her steps constrained by the panties at her knees.  "Look into my
eyes, Melody," he said quietly.  She lifted her head and sought his eyes
with hers.  "Now, continue looking me in the eyes and take your panties
off, Melody," he said quietly.  Looking upward into his eyes, the girlish
teen bent to push her panties to her ankles, then remove them from one foot
and then the other.  She glanced briefly to receive Theresa's gravely
encouraging nod, then back up into his eyes.  "Have you ever been touched
by a boy or a man, Melody?" Melody blushed, darting a questioning look
toward Theresa again.  Her eyes dropped.  "Yes." John noted Glenda's look
of amazement as she stood behind her little sister.  "Keep your eyes on
mine, Melody." She lifted her eyes again.  "Have you touched a boy or a man
on his private parts, Melody?  Keep looking into my eyes." Melody nodded
again, reluctantly.  Glenda gaped.  John let his eyes flicker to Theresa
and Charles who were likewise dumbfounded at Melody's admittance.  "Would
you like me to touch you, Melody?  Would you like to touch me?" Melody
energetically shook her head at both questions, looking fearfully into his
eyes.  John smiled.  "I can understand that.  This is a horrible situation,
isn't it." She nodded.  "I understand, Melody.  It's a horrible situation
for me, too.  And I'm sorry that I'm being so mean to you and your
siblings. But it's going to continue this way unless everyone does what
they're told.  Do you understand?" Melody nodded warily.  "Now, I'm not
going to ask you to touch me.  But if there are further challenges to my
authority, that will happen - that and more.  Do you understand?" Melody
nodded again.  "Now, come and stand by my side and tell your siblings here
that you don't want to pay anymore penalties for their actions, ok?" The
barely pubescent girl slowly walked to his side and turned to face her
siblings.  He put and arm around her and pulled her to him, then stroked
her back and her sweetly rounded butt.  "Please," she begged her sisters
and brother with a sob, "don't do anything to make him mad.  I don't like
this.  I don't want to have to do anything else.  Please?" The siblings
nodded their agreement mutely.  John kissed her forehead tenderly and
gently slapped her butt.  "Go stand next to Theresa, but you will stay
naked until you go to bed, understand?  That's part of the penalty." She
nodded and rapidly walked over to Theresa who clasped her to her breast and
held her, stroking her back tenderly as the younger girl sobbed.  A trill
sounded from the poolside table.  John walked to it and picked it up,
answered it.  "Perhaps you may have changed your minds.  Perhaps the price
is too steep to keep your parents alive.  You may change your minds now and
walk away from me, be free of this ordeal.  What do you say.  Shall we let
your parents die so you can go free?" The four siblings immediately
shouted, "No!  We will stay and do what you say.  Please keep them alive!"
"You're sure?" They nodded, looking to each other for encouragement.  "Very
well." He turned his attention to the phone and touched several keys.  He
listened further then touched more keys then ended the call, dropping the
phone onto the table lightly.  "Let's see, where were we?  Melody, turn
around and stand next to Theresa.  Hands at your sides, Melody," he
corrected the girl.  "Glenda, come here." Glenda warily obeyed, walking up
to him slowly.  "Are you ready for your punishment, Glenda?" She nodded
meekly.  "Do you think it fair that Melody has to be naked for what you did
while you're not?" Glenda shook her head resignedly.  "I'm going to pick
you up and stand you on the diving board, then I'm going to take your
panties off.  Are you ready?" She nodded again, eyes brimming with unshed
tears.  John moved to her side and put one arm around her lower back, the
other across her thighs, sweeping her off her feet.  He carried her to the
diving board and placed her on the board feet-first.  She stood and turned
to face him.  Her siblings fearfully moved to stand behind John at his
signal.  "Look into my eyes, Glenda." She lowered her eyes to his which
were about level with her crotch.  "Doesn't Melody look pretty standing
there naked, Glenda?" She nodded fearfully, unsure of where he was going.
"Then tell her, Glenda.  Tell her she looks pretty standing there naked,
but in your own words.  Don't just repeat what I said." Tearfully, Glenda
spoke to her sister.  "You look... beautiful standing by the pool naked,
Melody.  I'm so sorry, Melody," she sobbed.  "Now look into my eyes,
Glenda." She tearfully obeyed.  He ran his hands appreciatively over her
smooth, muscular legs until he rested his palms on her wet panty-clad butt.
He took the elastic waistband in his fingers and rolled the panties down to
the top of her pubis.  "You said you weren't a virgin, Glenda.  Do you like
sex?" Her face went scarlet, but she hesitantly nodded.  "Do you want to
have sex with me?" "Will you leave Theresa alone if I have sex with you,"
she asked quietly.  He tugged her panties lower, exposing the light, sparse
hair of her pubis and the upper portion of her pubic notch.  "No, Theresa
will be sleeping in my bed, regardless.  That's very thoughtful of you,
though." "Then, no.  I don't want to have sex with you." He smiled and
tugged the panties down further, completely exposing her sex.  "You have a
very pretty body, Glenda.  I'm sure that your lover appreciates it.  I envy
him that he has such a beautiful and willing lover." He pulled her panties
down to her knees.  "You understand that further punishment will involve
intimate touching, perhaps even some form of sex, don't you?" She nodded
reluctantly.  "And that Melody will be subject to that as well as you." She
nodded again, glancing at her younger sister.  He pulled the panties to her
feet and gestured for her to lift one foot then the other so he could
completely remove her panties.  He threw them into the pool.  "Tomorrow,
Melody will be allowed to wear her panties.  You will not.  Do you
understand?" She nodded, biting her lip.  "Turn around, Glenda." She turned
away from them.  He adjusted her feet, moving them well apart.  "Now bend
over and hold onto your ankles, Glenda." She hesitated then complied.  Her
new position displayed her sex deliciously between her thighs.  He ran his
hands lovingly over the backs of her legs and lavished great attention on
her raised asscheeks.  He slowly ran his fingers across her exposed pubis.
"Brace yourself, Glenda.  I am going to spank you now.  Are you ready?" He
looked through her open thighs to see her nod.  Her face was aflame with
embarrassment.  John jumped onto the diving board next to Glenda.  He put
his left arm across her arched back and brought his hand down onto her
naked ass hard.  Glenda jerked and cried out.  John stroked and massaged
the reddening asscheek tenderly.  He reached between her thighs and slowly
stroked her sex once, then continued his massage of her butt.  He suddenly
swung his hand high and landed another sharp blow to her other asscheek. 
Glenda screamed then sobbed.  John stroked and massaged the newly injured
buttock, reached between her thighs to apply a lingering touch to her
nether lips, then continued the gentle massage of her ass.  After her sobs
subsided, John spoke to her soothingly.  "Ok, honey.  Let your ankles go.
Stand up." He helped her rise from her doubled position.  He drew her to
him and hugged her gently, stroking her back until her stiffened, resistant
body relaxed into his.  He kissed her forehead, then took her face in his
hands and kissed her tenderly on her lips, waiting for her lips to soften
against his.  He again took her into his arms as before, jumped from the
diving board, and placed her back on her feet with another tender kiss. 
"Now, our break is over.  Let's go to the exercise room." He led them off,
Melody looking longingly over her shoulder at her panties lying on the pool
deck.  "We shall be working to build up our arms, shoulders and legs as
well as increasing our endurance," John said to the siblings gathered
around him.  To start off with, Melody and Glenda will be jumping rope,
Charles will be pumping iron with the free weights, and Theresa will be
lifting weights on the universal gym.  Are you all familiar with the
universal gym?" "Yes, we have an exercise room at home with a universal
gym," Theresa said.  "We all use it regularly." "Good.  Get started.  We'll
work out for fifteen minutes, then shift to another exercise." He handed
jump ropes to the younger girls.  Charles adjusted the free weights to his
needs.  John took Theresa's hand and led her to the universal gym.  He
pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly with rising passion.  She
felt his cock pressing into her abdomen, rigid and long.  She pulled away
from him.  "That turned you on, what you did to Melody and Glenda, didn't
it?" She accused angrily.  "Of course, Theresa.  I don't mind punishing
them - I rather enjoyed it.  They probably should be very careful about
giving me excuses to punish them - I was very tempted to go much further
than I did." She stared at him in consternation.  "I'm cooperating with you
so you will leave my sisters alone." "And I am practicing incredible
restraint, Theresa.  But I will brook no opposition.  And I will take every
opportunity to play with your little sisters that they offer.  I appreciate
your cooperation and I am honoring our little agreement - to a point. 
Beyond that point - if they offer further opposition or disobedience - I
will enjoy their punishments immensely.  And yes, to answer the question
you're afraid to ask, I will eventually fuck them in front of all of you if
they provoke me further.  There are all kinds of fun things I could employ
as punishment.  I am very imaginative.  Perhaps," he smiled, "you should be
making an effort to distract me from your sister's charms." She shuddered
in apprehension, fearful of the consequences he would be all too willing to
place upon her sisters.  Steeling herself to the sacrifice, she forced a
seductive smile and pressed herself to him, wrapping her arms around his
neck.  She kissed him with increasing ardor and passion, ignoring the
faltering exertions of her siblings as they watched in amazement.  He held
her tightly with one arm, cupping and fondling a full, firm naked breast
and rubbing the nipple with his thumb.  He finally ended the kiss and
stepped away from her with a mocking smile.  "Get to work, love.  Gotta
strengthen those muscles." He moved to another part of the universal gym
and beginning his own workout.  "Get back to work, kids!  Stop your
gawking," he barked.  Twice they stopped to rotate among the various pieces
of workout equipment, taking a drink of water and a brief rest and stretch
break before starting anew.  John openly admired the two nude girls,
appreciatively gazing at wonderful sight of them working out, exposing
themselves involuntarily as they moved about on the equipment.  "Back to
the pool, kiddos," he called.  "We're done in the exercise room tonight. 
Just a few more laps, then we'll call it a night." Theresa walked up to him
and pulled his head down for a long kiss.  She then put her arms arond him
and they walked to the pool behind the younger members of the party.  They
watched as the twins and Melody plunged into the pool, evidently grateful
for the cooling water after the long workout.  John picked up Theresa as he
had Glenda earlier, kissed her tenderly then kissed her breasts.  He
grinned at her and dropped her into the water as she cried out in surprise.
He looked up to see the other siblings watching and winked at them.  "Swim
those laps," he cried.  "Move!" They continued their swimming.  He jumped
in beside Theresa and kissed her once again, fondling her ass.  "Let's get
these laps done.  I'm anxious to get you alone in our bedroom." Theresa
forced a smile and then began her laps.  Their laps completed, John called
them all to the poolside.  "It's been very nice for me, seeing you girls
naked," he began, smiling at their blushes.  "Tomorrow, Melody you may wear
your panties - until someone does something requiring that they be
disciplined.  Today was our first day, so I've exercised a lot of restraint
-it's difficult having a sexy, naked girl in front of me and doing nothing
but a little touching and kissing.  Next time it will be much more
enjoyable for me, do you understand?" Four heads nodded somberly,
fearfully. "Tomorrow morning, early, we will have another swim and exercise
session, then I have my meeting." He paused and continued somberly.  "If I
survive that meeting, we will all meet here again for another swim and
exercise party.  If you see anyone approach the house or if anyone attempts
to approach you on the road, Theresa knows what to do.  We will be meeting
late tomorrow at another place, if that happens.  If I am killed tomorrow,
you have my most humble apologies for what I have put you through and my
condolences on the deaths of your parents.  Any questions?" He stood
gestured for the siblings to exit the water.  "Ok, Melody and Glenda may
kiss me goodnight, then you should all shower and go to bed." He held out
his arms to the nude girls who reluctantly entered his embrace and endured
his kisses as his hands caressed their backs and asses.  He released them
and lightly slapped their butts, hurrying them on their way.  Charles had
watched sullenly and glared at John, then turned to follow his sisters
inside, glancing back with a troubled gaze at his eldest sister who stood
by the pool, waiting for John's attention.  John directed Theresa to lie
down on the chaise next to the pool.  He went to the bar and poured a
scotch for himself.  He then mixed a sloe gin fizz and handed it to her. 
"What's this?" "Sloe Gin fizz.  It tastes fairly good and has a hell of a
kick.  If you have a few of those, you won't remember much of what happens
tonight." She accepted the drink and tasted it with a slight grimace.  He
laughed.  "Alcohol is an acquired taste.  Sorry I can't make a Long Island
Tea or something of that nature - one of the really tasty drinks.  We just
don't have a well-equipped bar, I'm afraid." "I know you could have made it
much worse tonight," she said.  "So thank you, I guess." He nodded. 
"You're welcome.  I wish we could have met under different circumstances.
I've always been a very nice person before." "You still could be.  It's
your choice." She spoke earnestly, her heart in her eyes.  "We wouldn't
even tell anyone what you've done so far.  We'd just be grateful and not
say anything to anyone." "Nice try, but, no.  I'm sorry, but I'm not dying
without some last few pleasures.  I can't tell you how tempted I was to
just have all you girls tonight, knowing I may die in the morning." "Do you
really expect to die?" He stared into the night with haunted eyes then
responded somberly.  "I've been told by my contact that I have less than a
fifty percent chance of surviving tomorrow's meeting." "Why are you meeting
them?" "They are representatives of the syndicate.  If I can convince them
that I can deliver the money or the sex slaves, they might let me live and
make the delivery.  That's why we've got to go to Thailand." "And if they
let you go, let us go, what happens?  You don't have the money and, unless
you're selling us as sex slaves, you don't have sex slaves, either.  Are
you selling us?" "No.  Unless something goes terribly wrong, you will not
end up as sex slaves." "That's not very encouraging.  You're expecting
things to go terribly wrong.  You're expecting to die.  So why would we not
end up as sex slaves, too?" "There is a plan, Theresa.  And I have taken
extreme caution to ensure that you will not fall into their hands." "How
can I believe you?" "I wouldn't if I were you.  You're only risking it
because you want to save your mother and father.  Other than that, all
you've got is my word." "Again, small comfort." "Have I lied to you?" "I
don't know.  Not that I'm aware of." He shrugged.  "Here, I'll make you
another Sloe Gin fizz." He reached for her glass, but she held it out of
his reach.  "I'm losing my virginity tonight.  It's the only time it'll
happen, so I want to remember it.  Even if it's not the person and the
circumstances I've always dreamed it would be, it's an important event. 
And you said you would be gentle and tender." He stood and kissed her
tenderly, then started to walk toward the house holding her hand.  She
appeared to be an enthusiastic participant - at least to the three pair of
eyes watching from a first floor bedroom window.  She saw the parted blind
and blushed at the thought of her siblings watching her kiss Tark so
passionately dressed in only soaking wet panties.  She stopped and pulled
him toward her and kissed him again, moving his hand up to cup her breast,
then seizing the other and pushing it onto her ass.  If they were going to
watch, she would make sure they got an eyeful.  She slid her small hand
into his trunks and fondled his growing organ, startled at the size of her
first adult cock.  He returned the favor by pushing her panties down so he
could fondle her bare ass - an ass pointed at the window full of peepers.
"Take my panties off.  Carry me inside naked," she told the astonished
Tark. He turned her around, facing that window, and stripped her panties
from her, throwing them into the pool as he had Glenda's.  He kissed her
again, gently running his fingertips over her sex, then lifted her in his
arms and kissed her further, bestowing kisses on her lips, neck, chest and
hardening nipples.  He began walking slowly toward the house.  "Oh, jeez! I
can't believe she's actually doing it!" cried Melody.  She turned away from
the window, astonished at seeing her elder sister being carried nude into
the house.  "She's actually going to have sex with him!" "You'd better go
shower and go to sleep, Melody," Charles said somberly.  We're getting up
early for more swimming and exercise.  Try not to think about Theresa -
she's a big girl and she will be ok.  She's making it the best she can." "I
guess!" muttered Glenda.  She looked apologetically at Charles reproachful
look.  "I'll help Melody.  We'll grab a quick shower and fast to sleep. 
Good night, Charlie." She and Melody kissed their brother good night - not
something they had done before, but the siblings felt closer now than they
ever had.  Glenda shared a glance with Charles as she herded Melody toward
the bedroom they shared.  Tark carried the naked teen to the bedroom and
pushed the door closed with his foot.  He continued on into the bathroom
and kissed her again, then set her on her feet.  He reached into the shower
and turned it on, then adjusted the temperature.  "Share a shower with me,
Theresa?" She smiled uncertainly, "I guess..., Tark.  But please, keep your
trunks on for just a few minutes, if you don't mind." He raised his
eyebrows quizzically, then shrugged.  "As you wish." They stepped into the
shower together, she nude and he in his trunks.  They shampooed each
other's hair and applied conditioner then kissed and began washing each
other's bodies with body shampoo.  He delighted in running soapy hands over
her petite, tight curves, missing no part of her.  For her part, she seemed
to enjoy herself as well, giving herself over wantonly with low guttural
laughter to his intimate touches though she had not touched him intimately
yet.  They rinsed the conditioner from each other's hair, enjoying the
fingers massaging the scalp, and then he kissed her yet again and stood,
quizzically regarding her in his trunks.  Downstairs, Glenda quietly
slipped from the room she shared with Melody and into Charles' room. 
"Charles," she hissed.  "Are you awake?" "Yes.  I expected you earlier."
His twin slipped into bed beside him and pressed herself to him as she
kissed him deeply.  "I want to go upstairs and see what's going on." "We
know what's going on.  He's raping our sister." "Maybe, but if he is, she's
a co-operative victim." She kissed him again and ran her hand over his
hardening sex.  She stroked him easily, familiarly.  She laughed.  "You
were getting hard, watching them at the pool, weren't you.  I could see
you. But it's ok, I was getting wet myself.  In fact, I'm getting wet again
thinking about it, see." She took his hand and placed it on her pussy.  His
fingertip stroked the silky folds of his sister's naked sex, then slipped
between them to find her wet and hot.  "Yeah, it was kind of exciting, even
if she was unwilling." "She's not so unwilling." "You think?"

   She shivered as he put a finger inside her.  "Oh, that's sweet.  I
really want to make love, but I want to see what's going on upstairs
first." "Ok," he sighed, knowing that she would get her way in the end
anyway as she always did.  "But what if we get caught.  What do you think
he'll do?" She giggled.  "He'll probably just yell, but he might decide to
fuck me, too." She grasped his hand and moved against the digital
penetration with a sigh.  "And if he does?" "Don't you dare do anything to
get in the way!  Theresa is acting like she's sacrificing herself for us,
and maybe she is, but she's hot for him, too.  I can tell.  And I want him,
too." Charles goggled at her.  "You want to have sex with this... this...
old guy who is raping our sister, who stripped you and Melody in front of
everyone... who wants to kill Mom and Dad?!" She gazed at him with the
open, honest, intimate look that only the twins had ever shared.  "Yes.  I
do.  I know it doesn't make sense.  Part of it is that I feel safe with him
and yet I'm afraid of him a little, too." She pushed herself against his
hand, encouraging him to move inside her.  "Safe!?  How can you feel safe
with him?" Unconsciously he began fingerfucking her in the manner now quite
familiar for them.  Her eyes softened into thoughtful brown pools. 
"Sometimes you just know that someone cares and will do whatever is
required to keep you safe.  It's the same feeling I have with you, except
that he scares me, too." "He cares and will keep you safe - except that he
may rape you - and your two sisters.  I don't get it, Glenda.  It's crazy.
It's stupid." He unwittingly moved his finger inside her as he passionately
argued his point.  She smiled lovingly and kissed him.  "Silly, he can't
rape me if I want him to fuck me.  And technically he is raping Theresa,
but I know he's being tender, sweet, and loving.  And I suspect that Melody
will be raped only if she wants to be." "Technically?" "Well, yeah.  I
mean, she's only sixteen so it's rape regardless of whether she asks him to
do it or not.  So he would be raping me, too, even if I seduced him." "She
certainly isn't asking for him to do it to her!" "That's where I think
you're wrong.  She'll ask him not to do it, but she really wants him now.
Earlier she didn't; now she does." "And what caused this change?  Why do
you think she suddenly wants to screw him?" "She changed in the way she
talked about him after they were upstairs.  I think she feels the same
thing I do - safety with an exciting edge of fear.  And it turns us on. 
Face it, Charles, when have we ever done anything more exciting that what
we're doing now?" "I didn't enjoy getting punched out earlier," he grumped.
"That's a good example.  If he really wanted to hurt you, he would have
hurt you then.  He knocked the wind out of you - it scared me terribly and
I was afraid that he had hurt you, but he didn't.  Besides, if he is really
only interested in having some fun with us girls, why would he even keep
you here?  I have a suspicion that we're here so he can keep us safe."
"Safe?  From what?  He's the one threatening us!" "Well, that's the part
that really scares me.  What if he's telling the truth - that Mom and Dad
are selling kids to perverts in Thailand?  It's the one thing I can't
believe.  Won't believe.  That's when I stop feeling safe and start feeling
scared.  On one hand I feel that he cares about us and wouldn't really hurt
us.  On the other hand... raping three young girls is not something a
decent person would do.  But, if he really is expecting to die tomorrow, he
might, mightn't he?  If you knew or were terribly afraid you were going to
die tomorrow, would you be willing to rape young girls just to experience
some pleasure before you died?  No, I guess you wouldn't.  You couldn't
take pleasure at someone else's expense.  On the other hand, he's been
really gentle with Theresa, she says that he wants tenderness and
romance..." "I think you ran out of hands," Charles said quietly, absently
fingering his squirming sister.  "All I really know is that he is
threatening to kill Mom and Dad and he is making you girls into his private
underage harem - willingly or not, it's just wrong.  And it's killing me to
be unable to protect you."





   "Are you going to do it tonight?" "I don't think so.  I don't want to
horn in when my sister is losing her cherry.  It's a special time and I
want her to enjoy it.  But I want to watch, if I can." "You may not get the
chance to fuck him.  It sounds like he might be dead tomorrow afternoon."
"Yeah.  I'll have to screw him in the morning." She was squirming on his
finger as it fucked into her wet cunt.  "Tell you what, we'll figure out a
way for me to fuck him later.  Let's go." She scrambled out of bed and
started for the door.  "Naked?" "Yeah, naked," she giggled.  He shrugged
and followed her out the bedroom door.  The nude twins paused to ensure
that Melody was in her bed asleep, then crept up the stairs slowly.  At the
closed bedroom door, they listened carefully.  "Do you hear anything, sis?"
he whispered.  "Something, but it's really quiet.  I think they might be in
the bathroom.  I'm going to look." "Be careful!" The naked female twin
cautiously opened the door, listened, then looked inside.  "They must be in
the bathroom.  Let's hide in the closet!" She crawled into the bedroom
quietly.  He followed close behind - close enough to whiff her excitement.
She cautiously opened the sliding mirrored closet door and slipped into the
nearly empty closet, positioning herself to see through the crack between
the not quite closed door.  Charles sat next to her, slipping an arm around
her nude shoulder and let his hand cup her breast.  In the shower, Theresa
smiled into Tark's eyes as she sank to her knees before him, placing the
bottle of body shampoo on the stall floor.  She rubbed his stiffening cock
through the trunk, slowly moving her palm up then down his length.  She
reached for the waistband of his swimming trunks then paused, looking into
his eyes.  As she slowly pulled the trunks down, she watched as his pubic
hair and then the top of his cock appeared.  The trunks pulled him down,
and then he sprang up, free of the trunks.  Theresa dropped the trunks to
the floor and helped him step out of them.  She smiled up into his face as
she took him into her hand, then she reached for the body shampoo. 
Lovingly, slowly, tenderly, she washed his entire middle section, paying
special attention to his cock and balls.  She ensured that he was
thoroughly rinsed, then watched his eyes as she probed his pisshole with
the tip of her tongue.  She stopped to return his broad smile, then pressed
his cock to her face, bestowing kisses along its length.  She gave him a
dazzling, naughty smile, then pressed his cockhead to her pursed lips and
slowly fed his length into her mouth, suckling him gently.  He groaned at
the delightful sensation and the vision of the slender teen kneeling before
him with his cock deep in her mouth.  Slowly she let his length slip from
her oral embrace, then stood to kiss him.  "Just a sample of things to
come. After you deflower me," she whispered.  "If you like, I'll wake you
up that way.  Do you want me to?" "Oh, yes!" he laughed.  "Absolutely!" He
stepped out of the shower and gave her his hand to help her out as well. 
He took a large, fluffy towel and dabbed at her flesh, blotting the
moisture from her.  It was a process that included many kisses to every
part of her body as he dried her and was accompanied by her giggles and
quiet laughter.  She then returned the favor, including the kisses.  She
had to dry his cock several times, as she would suck it deep into her mouth
after drying it, making it wet again.  Finally, they were both dry, except
for her pussy which, to his gratification, had become quite damp.  He
picked up the slender nude teen and carried her into the bedroom.  "Wow,
look at that!" Glenda hissed.  "His cock is huge!" "Shhh!" cautioned
Charles, irritated with his twin's obvious excitement at seeing the much
larger adult male organ.  "They'll hear you!" Tark lay the smiling naked
teen on the bed and stood back to enjoy the view.  Theresa reveled in the
attention and rolled about on the bed slowly, let him look his fill and
making no effort to hide any portion of her delicious anatomy.  For her
part, the excited sixteen-year old enjoyed his obvious admiration of her
and her view of her first adult erect penis.  She reached out while looking
into his eyes and took him in her hand, stroking gently.  She smiled
wantonly as she kissed the swollen helmet then sucked it between her lips,
unwittingly providing a perfect profile view for her siblings.  "Damn! 
Look at her!  I can't believe she's enjoying this!" Charles exclaimed in a
hushed scream.  His twin reached blindly for him, sliding her hand around
his body until she found his cock.  Without removing her rapt gaze from the
carnal couple before her, she chuckled, "But it seems to be getting you
pretty hard, watching our elder sister suck a hard adult cock." Tark's eyes
gleamed as he ran his hands over his under-aged lover's responsive body as
he watched the innocent face eagerly sucking him.  She finished her oral
homage and pulled him by his hard handle onto the bed, moving to position
herself in a sitting position on top of his cock.  She leaned over him,
pulling his head up to her breasts.  "Suck them, Tark," she whispered.  She
slowly stroked her pussy along his cock as he nursed at her firm, conical
teen breasts, shuddering with building passion.  "I want to be on top, the
first time, ok?" He looked up into her face as he lightly bit her nipple,
nodding with a smile.  She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the
sensations of his hardness pushing up against her wet labial lips and his
teeth and tongue playing across her breasts and nipples as he hands
tenderly pushed and prodded at the sensitive underside.  She rotated her
hips, dragging herself across him, feeling the contours of his sex pressing
against hers.  Suddenly she was grateful for his willingness to let her
take her time and enjoy the building urgency toward the moment she would
take her first cock into her sex, knowing that even Scott with his
sensitivity and great concern for her pleasure would be too driven by his
own teen sexual drive to allow her that luxury.  Charles and Glenda watched
with awe and their own building passion.  His cock was rock hard in her
slowly moving palm.  Her sex began leaking her sexual juices onto the floor
of the closet.  His fingers closed tightly on her breast.  Both twins
fervently hoped that the couple on the bed couldn't hear their breathing as
clearly as they could.  Theresa smiled shyly, seeing his tender regard for
her in Tark's eyes.  Her eyes never left his as she massaged and tweaked
her nipples and then slowly moved her hands down her body to her sex.  She
spread the lips of her cunt over his hard sex and carefully moved against
him, gasping at the powerful sensations created by her naked clit against
him.  She turned her gaze to the head of his cock peeking from between her
full, wet nether lips then pulled herself back down his length, her breath
hissing from between swollen lips.  Her fingers slowly wrapped around his
girth and lifted his length to a vertical position in front of her. 
Licking her lips, she smiled smokily into his rapt visage.  "Ready?" she
whispered huskily.  "Are you?" He responded quietly.  She nodded.  He
reached up to pull her down for a long, tender, passionate kiss.  "You are
so beautiful, so wonderful.  Thank you for making love with me." She kissed
him back with sudden ferocity.  "This was not my dream - but it is what I
want now.  Your tenderness, your patience - I love this!" She kissed him
again, stroking his face as he caressed hers.  She lifted his hardness
against her open sex and bathed the head in her dew as she pressed him
against her, moving slowly against him.  She bit her lip and smiled through
brimming tears as she felt him slip into her and bump easily against her
badge of virginity.  He cupped her face between his hands and kissed her
lovingly as he pressed with sudden but tender energy into her, sundering
the protective barrier.  She moaned into his mouth at the painful twinge,
then gave herself over to his kiss.  With an aching slowness, she took his
length into her as she savored every sensation of his hardness moving into
her, through her wetness, through the slight edge of pain of her torn
innocence.  The middle-aged man paused, holding himself motionless in her
while she adjusted to the fullness and waited for the pain to diminish. 
"Oh, god," Glenda whispered tearfully, "that is so beautiful..." Charles
nodded, holding his sister tenderly as he watched another sister lovingly
surrender herself and her virginity to their captor.  The twins felt
sexually charged at the erotic sight yet also full of thankfulness for
their sister's tender initiation.  "I'm ready, Tark.  Move in me, make love
to me," the newly deflowered teen smiled into her lover's eyes.  Slowly he
began withdrawing, then pushing back into the tender sex of his lover as
she lay over him.  She sighed at the emptiness of his leaving her body,
then moaned throatily as he filled her again.  She experimentally pushed
back at his thrust, cautiously moving to delight in the sensations as she
varied the angle and depth of his penetration.  She sat upon him, smiling
brilliantly into his eyes and carefully lifted herself, paused, then let
herself slowly drop onto his length.  She cooed and moved her hands over
her pudenda and abdomen, probing gently for some hint of his presence
inside her.  He reached up to take her breasts in his hands, prompting
another smile.  She continued slowly moving up and down his length,
grinding herself into him at the bottom of each cycle.  Glenda caught her
breath and let it out shakily.  "God," she groaned quietly, "I am so damn
horny!  Look at her!  Jeez!  She's hot!" She pulled at Charles hardness. 
"You've got to get it in me.  I can't stand it." She pushed herself up from
the floor and pulled Charles toward her.  "Let me sit on it, like she is.
Get under me." Charles scrambled to push himself under his sister's body,
then grasped her around the waist and pulled her downward.  Glenda held his
erect cock under her and pointed him at her dripping wet sex.  She slowly
slid down his body until she felt his cock at her opening.  With a groan of
satisfaction she slid down his length until she rested against him, his
hardness fully contained within herself.  He grasped her breasts and
fondled them, brushing his thumb against her nipples in the way he knew
from long experience that she enjoyed the most.  She began pushing herself
up then letting herself drop on him slowly as she watched her sister do the
same with her middle-aged lover.  Charles, unable to see the copulating
pair, contented himself with making love to his twin and savored the feel
of her breasts in his hands, her ass moving against his abdomen, and her
wet cunt sliding up and down his erect stalk.  "This is wonderful, Tark,"
breathed the teen as the candlelight glowed in the sheen of her perspiring
body.  "But I don't think I can come this way.  And I want to come.  I need
you on top of me." She lifted her arms above her head, sliding on his sex
and swishing her ass around to intensify the feelings of him inside her. 
She giggled as she slowly danced, moving upwards on him, until he slipped
out of her sex.  "Ohhh.  I feel so empty, Tark.  You have to fill me up
again!" He bent to kiss him, taking his cock in her hand and stroking it
slowly and lovingly.  She turned to kiss his cock, then sucked it into her
mouth, tasting herself along with him.  He groaned and laughed then pulled
her butt to his head.  He pulled her sex to his mouth, kissed it, and then
fucked her with his tongue.  "Mmm.  That feels good, but it will feel even
better to have you on top of me and in me," she breathed.  "Fuck me,
Tarkington.  Fuck your deflowered virgin and make her come." She moved onto
the bed next to him and fell back, lying next to him with her legs open. 
Glenda gasped at the powerful sight before her and the forces at work
inside her sex.  She rose and fell more quickly on her sibling's cock,
pressing his hands against her breasts with her hands while avidly watching
the lovemaking in front of her.  Tarkington rolled onto Theresa and knelt
between her open thighs.  She reached down and took his hard cock in her
hand, stroked it a couple of times then lifted herself on one elbow as she
positioned him at the opening of her sex.  She pushed up at him as he
slowly pressed into her.  He grasped a butt-cheek in each hand and pulled
her against him, burying his length inside her, her ass in the air.  Tark
began moving in her, sawing into her pussy, as he let her butt down onto
the bed.  "Ohh.  That feels soooo good, Tark!" The tender teen gasped,
pushing back up at his thrusts.  "Fuck me, Tark.  Fuck me." Tark lifted her
face in both hands and kissed her passionately, then let her lie back to
absorb his driving hardness deep inside herself.  His hands wandered her
body, lightly mauling her breasts, pinching her nipples, stroking the lips
of her sex as he drove into her.  Her breathing became labored and gasping,
her legs wrapped around his ass and back in an attempt to pull him even
deeper inside her.  Her heaving chest pinked, her firm buttocks pushed up
at him, her eyes glazing as she breathed heavily through her open mouth. 
Her eyes opened wide.  "Harder, harder," she urged her lover.  "Do it
harder, fuck me harder." He fell onto her, fucking himself into her with
unrestrained fervor as he kissed her and twisted her hard nipples.  She
arched up toward her lover, her mouth open wide, a startled expression
painted her face with a flushed, taut, twisted expression and she cried out
loudly, screaming, "Ohhhh.  Godddd," before falling back onto the bed. 
Charles recognized the signs of his lover-sibling's imminent climax.  He
squeezed her nipples harder, drove into her wet pussy from below with even
more vigor then gasped at the tightened grip of her sex on his.  As she
stifled her cry with a hastily thrown up arm, he drove himself through that
fleshy vise, then gave up his milky passion to her wetly clasping cunt with
a quiet gasp.  He felt the rigidity leave her hot body as she collapsed
onto him and leaned back against his chest.  Tarkington cradled his
barely-old-enough-to-drive lover tenderly in his arms, shifting his weight
onto his side and pulling her to him.  He was still deep inside her, his
sex flexing with unspent vigor.  Her arms wrapped around his head, pulling
him to her for a long, tender, passionate but exhausted kiss.  She began
laughing quietly, uncontrollably.  "Wow!  If I'd known it was going to be
like that, I would have raped you instead of waiting for you to rape me!"
He smiled at her tenderly.  "Did I rape you?" "Well, up until a sometime
during the shower..., yeah.  In a sense.  I was having sex with you to
protect my sisters from you." She giggled.  "If they knew what a wonderful
lover you are, I'd be protecting you from them instead of the other way
around." He laughed gently, very slowly sliding out of her then back into
her.  "Ohhh.  That feels so good, lover." She sighed and snuggled into him
for a prolonged tender kiss.  "I never would have thought it could be so
nice, making love to an older man like you.  I always assumed that young
girls with older men were golddiggers - doing rich guys for their money. 
But maybe they know what I've just discovered - that older guys can be
really great lovers." He smiled then kissed her lingeringly, running his
hands over her.  "Mmmm.  You're getting me hot again, Tark.  Ohhh.  It
feels so good to have you inside me, thrusting and pushing so....  Mmmm. 
I'm glad you didn't come.  I know you older guys can't recover all that
fast and I have plans for tonight - for a long night!" "Oh, you do!  Tell
me about it, sweetie," he sighed, beginning to slide through her increasing
wetness with more urgency and speed.  "Well," she gasped, inflamed at his
increasing cuntal ministrations and the sparks he ignited in her with his
hands on her body and his lips at her neck and throat.  "I was originally
going to try to exhaust you so you wouldn't be interested in Glenda and
Melody... " "But now..." "But now I just want you to make love to me until
I can't stand it anymore.  Oh, do it, Tark.  Do me!" Wrapping her slender
arms about his neck, the overheated teen kissed her lover deeply and moaned
at the sensations of her body writhing against his, especially her
distended, sensitive nipples and the hard lump of her clit pressing against
her nether lips.  "I want to see this time!" Charles hissed.  "You got to
see last time and I couldn't see anything." Glenda mumbled apologetically.
The siblings hidden in the closet shifted, trying to find a situation that
would allow them both to watch the carnal exhibition before them.  After
several attempts, they finally settled on Charles standing behind Glenda,
his head next to hers and his hands roaming over her slender body.  They
moved their heads so that first one then the other could peer out at the
copulating couple.  Inspired by such an erotic tableau, Charles young cock
soon rose between his sister's wet thighs.  He stroked her sex with his
until she wanted him in her rather than sliding against her.  She stood on
her tiptoes and pressed down on his erection until the dome of his sex
entered her small but wet opening.  The sibling pair sighed in unison as he
slid wetly into her, his hands continuing to caress her lithe body.  On the
bed, the lovers were doing a bit of shifting about themselves.  "Do me from
behind, Tark.  I love seeing pictures of people fucking like that - I want
to feel it for myself," the youngster gasped in passion, forcing herself to
pull away from him so they could accomplish the new position.  She gasped
as he slid out of her and quickly, hastily rolled over onto her front and
lifted herself into a kneeling position, waggling her firm butt in
anticipation.  Tarkington rose to his knees and hobbled around to her
inviting posterior.  The couple in the closet stifled a laugh as the couple
on the bed clumsily adjusted themselves and prepared for re-entry.  Theresa
opened her thighs wide to accommodate Tark's bulk and dropped to her elbows
in front, breasts pressed to the bed.  She reached back and took him in
hand, then introduced his hardness to her sex.  "Push into me, Tark.  Take
me," she instructed breathlessly.  Tark pressed, burying his length into
her.  He began a slow stroke in and out of her cunt.  The position afforded
Tark the opportunity to massage and palpitate her pussy lips and clit,
eliciting gasps and trills of breathy laughter from his diminutive sex
partner.  "Ohhh.  This is lovely, Tark.  Fuck me, baby, fuck me!" "Oh,
jeez. I can't believe how hot that looks, Glenda!" Charles whispered as he
pumped energetically into his sister, squeezing her tits the way she liked.
The pillows of her ass pressed deliciously against him as she pushed down
and backwards against him, urging him to drive his cock into her faster and
harder.  She groaned her agreement and reached down to touch their joined
sexes with her hand.  Theresa suddenly squealed as Tark slapped her
asscheek energetically.  "What!  Oh, my god!  Ohhh, that felt kinda good,
babe." She jerked as he landed a playful blow on the other derriere cheek,
jerking again at the jolt of sensation in her sex.  He continued landing
slaps and spanks in no discernible pattern on the teenager's buttocks,
generating ever-increasing sighs and gasps and involuntary movements in his
girlish lover as she quickly approached a second climax.  He, too, was
breathing heavily and straining mightily to put off the inevitable release.
He bent over her grinding and twisting butt to grasp her hair and pulled
her head upwards, landing a last firm blow to her fundament.  She shrieked
in pain and then in ecstasy, spending herself loudly and repeatedly as he
spurted his potent babymaking fluid deep into her clasping cunt." She lay,
spent, beneath him, his cock shrinking slowly inside her.  "oh... god...
that... was... incredible," she gasped.  Tark collapsed onto his side,
pulling the sweaty naked teenager with him, still planted inside her. 
"Tell... me... about it," he groaned.  "Ohhh... I don't know.  It was so
nasty!  And so fun!  Let's do it again!" Her joined twin siblings had held
off at the point of climax and had slowed to an easy rolling fuck.  At
their sister's ejaculation, they stared at each other, wide-eyed with the
vision of their very pregnant sister being fucked.  "I would love to make
love to you when you're bulging with our child.  But that will be up to
you, darling.  As I said before, how you manage that is up to you.  It's
not likely that I'll be here to make love to you or to help you, I'm
afraid." His flaccid cock slipped from her wet sex.  She reached down and
held him against her tenderly.  "Oh, Tark.  Really?  I don't want you to
die.  And if there is a child, I want you to make love to me while I'm
pregnant, too.  I wouldn't abort our baby - not now.  Not with the way I
feel about you now.  He smiled tenderly but with a haunted expression and
gently rubbed her tummy.  "I wish I could say that I'll be here.  But I
really don't have much of a chance of surviving this, baby.  It's a million
to one.  But you've made the pain a lot less and I've been able to forget
about it for the first time since I learned of it, for a little bit.  Thank
you." She sobbed and began crying earnestly.  She turned to him, clutching
him to her.  He held her through the storm, stroking her gently.  As her
tears slowed and her sobbing eased, he kissed the tears from her eyes and
stroked her cheeks.  She looked tearfully into his eyes.  "Make love to me,
Tark, but please, please - don't die." "I'll do my best, sweetheart. 
Believe me.  I want to live.  He smiled lovingly at her.  She reached for
his cock and found it still flaccid.  She gave him a naughty grin and slid
to her knees over his now small and floppy sex.  The adorable teen slurped
him into her mouth and took his balls gently in her hand.  She smiled into
his eyes around his slowly thickening member and made tender oral love to
him.  "I can't believe it," Charles whispered.  "Theresa loves fucking him!
Him!  And old man!" Glenda snuffled, "Shut up Charles.  I think I want to
fuck him, too!  He has been a beautiful lover for Theresa and it's so sad
that he's going to die." Charles gaped and stopped moving in his sister's
sex.  "Don't stop!  Keep fucking me, Charles.  Damn, look at her suck cock!
She's so beautiful, bent over with her tits hanging down, her ass in the
air, and that beautiful expression on her face with his cock sliding
through her lips.  I want to make love to them both." Charles was stunned a
second time.  "Are you bi?!" "I wasn't until now, but suddenly I want to
make love to her - I want to kiss her all over and eat her pussy.  And I
want Tark to be fucking me while I'm doing it.  I'm sure you want to fuck
her, don't you?" "Well, yeah.  She is beautiful - sucking cock or fucking,
either one.  Maybe she'll want to have sex with us." "Mmmm.  Maybe," his
twin moaned, excited at the idea of a threesome with the beautiful sister
enthusiastically and lovingly sucking cock in front of her.  "Now fuck me,
damn it!" His erection revived by the lovely teen's oral ministrations,
Tark lifted her away from her task.  She came up reluctantly.  "I want to
suck your cock and swallow your cum, Tark, but not now.  First I want to
make love with you.  Make love to me, Tark.  Love me." Tark sat on the edge
of the bed and pulled Theresa to him.  He helped her into his lap and
helped her slowly accept his hard length into herself.  She gasped as he
penetrated her to his fullness and held his face as she tearfully kissed
him.  He helped her first rise then fall on him, holding her close and
exchanging tender kisses as they made long, slow, achingly sweet love.  She
smiled lasciviously, her hips writhing under his hands like two small
pillows.  She gasped in pleasure as he increased the rhythm of his hard
length sliding through her tight vaginal tunnel.  "I wish I could suck your
cock and fuck you at the same time," she whispered wantonly.  "I'm you're
slut, your fuckbuddy, your whore, your mistress..." she gasped, eyes
widening as she felt her womb contract and her toes curl with the raw
primal force of her cum in response to his frenzied emptying of his balls
into her cunt.  She whispered, "and the mother of your baby." The older man
and the young girl collapsed into and onto each other on the bed, gasping
in spent passion.  In the closet, a weary and well-fucked younger girl and
her twin slumped to the floor of the closet, his incestuous cum leaking
from her pussy.  As the couple on the bed drifted into a contented and
sated slumber, the exhausted siblings carefully crept from the room,
casting one more long look at the smiles on the faces, the cock lodged in
the teen cunt.  They crept down the stairs tiredly.  "I don't want to sleep
alone tonight, Charles.  Please hold me and sleep with me." He nodded his
consent and tenderly helped his lover and twin sister into his bed.  He
slid in beside her and held her tenderly from behind, cupping a tender
breast in one hand.  And they slept.