Author: Spunk N. Wagnels Title: (SNW) The Hatchery Summary: High school graduates return to a fish hatchery to and get caught tresspassing by the proprietors who devise punishments to fit the crimes. Keywords: forced nudity, exhibitionism, bondage, humiliation, nc The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view at their discretion, where and when it is legal to do so. Similarity to persons, living or dead is coincidence. All rights are reserved by the author. Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it free of charge, and as long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer. The Hatchery by Spunk N. Wagnels When Ursula was a preteen, her father worked as a resident manager at a fish farm that supplied food fish to the aquariums and concessions like Sea World. When she would help out feeding, maintaining, or loading fish for shipment, she would sneak her legs into the tanks to experience the feeding frenzy of the minnows and small fish on the tiny hairs of her legs, when she knew no one was the wiser. At age sixteen, her father left this private business and headed for a government position with the Department of Fish and Wildlife. She had been fantasizing what it would be like to allow the fish access to the cleft between her legs for the couple of years prior, and figured that it was now or never, since her family was moving off of the grounds in a week. She set her clock for 5:00 am, so she could be up before everyone else and before the scheduled feeding, so the fish would be good and hungry. She stole her way from the caretaker's house, where she and her family had been living all these years, to the tank barn in a terry cloth robe under the cover of semi darkness. She slipped off the robe and jumped slowly into one of the trough tanks. She held her arms up to keep her elbows dry while she acclimated to the cool water coming up to the base of her young firm breasts. She walked around a bit trying to stir up interest in the fingerlings swimming against the slightest of currents in a stationary resting pattern. She decided that the dim light at the ends of the walkways was not sufficient to wake up these fun suckers, so she climbed back out and walked over to the light switches to turn on some of the overheads at one end. When she returned to the tank, the fish started rolling back and forth in the water, fooled by the early artificial sunrise, anticipating a feeding. She jumped back into the active water and was treated to a sensual tiny lip massage all over her body. The new bush of hair on her cunt lips got bumped and tugged, but it ended up acting like a buffer from the sensation she really wanted to be experiencing there. She squatted down to open the area of her intent, but most of the fish were interested in roaming near the surface to be the first to receive their allotment of feed. Then she bent forward with her legs apart, submerging her breasts, thus raising the height of her pussy. This proved more advantageous, as the added sensation of the tiny nibbles on her breasts and nipples turned her electricity on and started to get her juices flowing. With her scent excreting into the water, attention was being paid to the pleasure center between her legs by more and more fish. It was exciting and maddening at the same time. The sensations were exquisite, but not extreme enough to take her to the place she wanted to be transported to. She could sense it, but when she reached her hand back to help matters, her friends would scurry away for a moment, then would gradually come back to the task after she removed it. "I need bigger fish." She thought, as she climbed out, picked up her robe, turned off the lights, and went to a covered, but open sided area, with bigger fingerlings. She didn't want to risk putting on lights, but the sky was brightening more rapidly now, starting the birds to sing, and a slight din could be heard from the traffic on the highway off in the distance. She tried the larger fish, bending forward, facing her dark house, wanting and waiting for interest by the fish in her pleasure zones. First one, then another started to bump into her and gum a futile bite of her flesh, sending her nerves on red alert for impending overload. She started talking softly to them. "Com'on boys. Come and get it. Dinner. Chow. Com'on, that's it. Don't be shy. Oh yes, you devils. Com'on the rest of you, see what treats I have for you." She would say, periodically moving to the front of schools of fish to get more of them into the act. "Yes, my slippery friends. Do it. Yes, that's it." She said as she neared the desired state of nirvana, until she opened her eyes to see a light on in her parent's bathroom. "Oh shit! Com'on boys do your things quickly." She implored. When a light went on at the front hall, she scrambled to the side, jumped up so just the edge of the tank rested at her hips, and rolled out on the walkway. She put her robe on while kneeling, and got up to get away from the wet spot she had made, just as her father was approaching. "Good morning Sweetie. What are you doing up so early? You want to help me feed the fish this one last time?" "Good morning Dad. I was just saying goodbye. These fish have been a big part of our lives. I can't believe we're leaving." She said, as her father took her under his arm for a sideways hug. Then still thinking about what he said, "What do you mean 'last time'?" "The movers need to come today, not on the weekend like we thought, some scheduling conflict. You and Mom are going to go on ahead and tell the movers where you want things set up, and I'll camp out here until the replacement comes to relieve me." Ursula went pale with regret. She had plans for the fish these last couple of days. Besides, she was so close to her goal, right before her father appeared. Then she shuddered. A fish was hung up in her cunt hairs and was fighting for life to break free. "Are you okay, Honey?" "Yes, just a bit cold." She replied, padding in place. "You go on while I go in and get some warmer clothes on. I'll meet you." "Okay." Just as he turned to go, the fish broke free and landed on the ground between her legs. Her father turned as she stooped down to pick it up. Just as she tossed it back, he said, "Hungrier than normal today I see, we'll have to give them a little extra. Hurry back." She returned to the house relieved that she was not found out, but frustrated at not achieving her goal, and filled with regret that her days at the fish farm were coming to an end sooner than expected. The next two years in the suburbs improved her social life immensely, but she was becoming rather obsessed with returning to the fish farm somehow, someday to finish what she had started, at least once. That time came at her graduation party. She had just broken up with her boyfriend, because he was going away to college out of state, and he wanted to be free to play the field without guilt. Their relationship had been going down hill ever since he had chosen which school he would go to in the fall from the three that accepted him. Her friend, Vicki caught her boyfriend naked with a classmate at the party. She wasn't going to put out for him until and unless they had some kind of a commitment about their future, agreed upon. He was going to get it somehow, even if he had to pay for it. He had made it through the god-forsaken experience of high school and he wasn't gong to let anything get in his way of celebrating, despite the consequences. So there they were, Ursula and Vicki drinking and pining about their situation. They put down the boys, while they discussed the whole thing about sex in general. As the party wore on into the early morning and feeling particularly close, in part from the spiked punch and in other part from the shared rejection at this momentous time in their lives, Ursula began to disclose her obsession. Vicki listened wide-eyed in rapt attention. Then she sat mouth hung open in disbelief when Ursula disclosed a plan she guaranteed would work, that the two of them could carry out early this morning before sunrise. Vicki thought her friend was nuts, but was also getting a hit off of the prospect of being driven to ecstasy by fish lips and slippery sides grazing her nether reaches. "I learned something at the farm," Ursula went on, "we will need to shave the hair off between our legs to get the full effect." "You can't be serious!" Vicki replied. "It grows back. We're talking about a once in a lifetime experience here. A window of opportunity, and I know what I am talking about. Trust me. You'll see. Com'on." Ursula said, grabbing Vicki's hand and looking for the stairs to the host's master bathroom. "Urse, we can't go in here." We'll just say the downstairs bathroom was full and we really needed to go. Here, sit right there. I'll do you, and then you can do me. We'll be like 'blood sisters'." "God Urse, don't say 'blood' when you talk about shaving me. I don't think I am up for this anyway." Vicki said, getting up from the edge of the tub with a compromised sense of balance. "Okay, you do me first." Ursula said, pulling down her panties, hiking up her skirt, and sitting in the tub holding her legs up and out by the ankles, eyes closed dreaming of fish, awaiting Vicki, who began to look in the cabinet for scissors and shaving supplies. Vicki got to work clipping and shaving until Ursula's pussy was as bald as a cue ball. She wiped the area with Ursula's panties, them rubbed her fingers along the handiwork to feel how smooth she had made it. Ursula moaned and opened her eyes wide, as they were both startled by Vicki's absentminded stroking. Then Vicki took a similar position in the tub, while Ursula carefully removed the pubic hair of her friend. With am impish smirk, she stroked Vicki's pussy, as had been done to her, to get a rise out of her. She was rewarded with a slap on the back of her hand. "Let's get out of here before I change my mind." Vicki insisted. "Okay, but first I need to make a quick trip past the food table." Ursula agreed. Vicki drove the twenty or so minutes to the farm with Ursula's directions. "Pull over here. The gate will be closed but there isn't a fence around the place, so we can get in up there a ways." Ursula directed. "We should have worn different clothes for this. My legs are getting scratched, and these heels are worthless." Vicki complained, as the two made their way through the vegetation around the periphery. "It's worth it. Believe me. You've never experienced anything like this, nor will you ever again." Ursula said to motivate her friend. When they got to the barn, Ursula directed, "Wait here a second. I'm going to take a quick look around." Ursula disappeared for a good five minutes while Vicki crouched to fight the chill in the air lapping at her party attire. "Okay, everything looks the same. Come with me." Ursula whispered, reaching out her hand for Vicki's, to lead her along. They each padded along now holding their heels as they snuck along in a crouch like snipers secretly relocating their positions. "Let's see if they have big enough fry in the barn first." Ursula suggested. They panicked going into the barn when the door squeaked audibly as it opened. "I really think we should call this off." Vicki pleaded. "Maybe we should, but I have been dreaming of this day for so long, I don't think I could go back now if my life depended on it. Com'on." They entered and caught their breaths a minute. "Okay, lets get some lights on this end and see what we got." They looked in at the troughs. "This one might do. Let's get our clothes off." They peeled off their tight fitting knit tops and short skirts, then their bras and panties. Vicki held her left arm across her breasts and her other hand on her denuded pussy as much for the chill in the air as for her modesty. "Okay, now take your hands away. We're going chumming for these babies." Ursula announced. With that she held a napkin with some cooked shrimps and cheeses and squeezed them together, producing a smelly orange white hash. "Here, take some of this and smear it on your nipples and some more on your pussy." "What?" Vicki said in disbelief. "I know what I am doing. We are not going to have all morning. We have to give these boys an appetite." Ursula advised. "Here let me." Ursula said taking charge, and smeared Vicki's breasts with the smelly concoction. Then when it was obvious that she would do the same to Vicki's crotch, Vicki took some of the hash and gingerly applied it herself with a look of disgust on her face. Ursula did herself liberally and got the ball rolling by slipping into the chosen tank. "Com'on Vicki, . . . ooo baby, com'on, these boys are great." Ursula said swooning to the sensations being created by hundreds of hungry fish nibbles on her receptive flesh. Vicki slipped into the boiling tank with eager anticipation, after seeing the effect the fish frenzy was having on her friend. "Oh god, Urse, this is fantastic." She said with enthusiasm. "As good as this feels, we have to keep quiet. We don't want to wake anybody that might be in the house." Ursula said in a breathy voice, with half open eyelids, undulating her body to the sensations dizzying her brain. Vicki's eyes were closed and she was rolling her eyes back, tightly holding her lips closed, forcing the utterances she was compelled to make to come out like muffled moans. "Oh god Ursula, I don't know if I can take much more of this." She said moving over to the edge of the tank and placing her hands on the edge like she was about to jump out. "God Vicki, isn't this wonder . . . oh its happen . . . oh my god . . . oh yesssssssss . . . oh yesssss . . . oh no . . . I can't take much more . . ." Ursula was saying as she moved herself over to the edge in preparation for jumping out as well. She was about to jump out, but waited while Vicki, went through her orgasm. She put an arm around her back, "Now wasn't that worth it? Let's go. I don't think I have the energy for another." They both readied themselves for an exit jump when they realized a figure was standing in the darkness of a corner. Ursula's mind raced. "Should I make a run for my clothes, or should I sink back in the water to hide my body from his stare?" She ordered, "Com'on," and made a lunge for her top. Vicki tried the same, but the figure came into the light in just enough time to kick the clothes further from their reach. With sensitive nipples grazing the cement walkway, they both slithered back into the tank. "My, my, my. What have we here?" Flash! went a camera. "Mermaids eating our fish? Sirens to distract the workers from their duties?" The figure said. "Please let us have our clothes and get dressed, and you'll never see nor hear from us ever again." Ursula answered. "You look kinda familiar. Get out and let me see ya better." "You don't look familiar to me at all." Ursula responded, then got an elbow nudge from Vicki. "Please let us out, these fish are biting." She said holding her legs tightly together and her hands in her armpits. "Looks to me like that's what you came for. Am I right?" "Look, I used to live here. I was just coming back for some memories with my friend here. I've seen it, did something daring, and now I'll never set foot here again. Please let us go." "That's it. You left some stuff behind when you moved. I saw you in a picture, kinda cute. Hunh, it all fits now. So, you can get out any time you want. I'm not stopping you." "Please, we don't want you to see us naked. Give us just a minute and we'll meet you outside." He squatted down with his hands around the front of his shins holding the camera loosely, "What makes you think I haven't seen you naked yet?" The two girls looked at each other in questioning shock. "Besides, I've got all day. How 'bout you? We could just talk. Talk about old times here at the farm. We talk much longer though, and we'll have company, won't we? Now you can climb out of there now, or later, it doesn't matter to me. Me? I'll stay right here. The story I'm going to tell the newspapers, after I file the police report for trespassing, could use a couple of pictures to move it from being buried in the back to the front page. I'm going to do you a favor, fifteen minutes of fame. It might even make your old man famous too. It'll serve him right after pushing for that legislation that cost us an additional ten-percent in operating expense. Your move." The girls looked at each other with worry and dread. Their bodies were beginning to grow numbed to the incessant nibbling from the fish. With their erogenous zones closed or covered, the sensation was growing merely annoying. "Please don't do this to us, please!" Vicki pleaded. "Now who are you? Did you used to come here in the past? You're kinda cute too." "I've never ever been here before; I'll never come here again; I just want to leave, and not cause any trouble." Vicki petitioned. "It was my idea. She had nothing to do with this. I just wanted her to see where I grew up." Ursula explained. "That's all well and good. But you see, it is kinda lonely out here. Sure we let in a tour here and there, but we don't get to see many strangers otherwise. I figure that you gals are going to at least be our company this weekend. Now why don't you hop on outta there and I'll take you in to meet the missus." He said. "If we get out now, will you promise not to take our pictures?" Ursula asked hopefully. "The better question would be, 'If you cooperate with everything we ask of you, would we promise never to show these pictures to anyone else is more like it." The girls looked at each other, searching for consensus without speaking a word. They began to notice that the other was shivering and turning pale. Then with a brief brightening of expressions, they both made a beeline for the edge and jumped out of the tank as quickly as they could. With water dripping, their flesh rippling, they made a mad dash for their clothes amid the clicks and flashes of the man's camera. They lost all modesty in the interest of speed when the flash was recharging, and got themselves together in a ragtag fashion by the time the last of the pictures were shot off. At the man's direction, they were sent to the house. By the time they got there, they could see a figure milling around inside. When they were let in, the man announced, "Hey Millie, lookee here." Millie was at the stove and turned around putting her hand on her hip to look. The loose robe she was wearing got held open by this move and her large drooping breasts and dark patch of hair between her legs became clearly visible through the diaphanous gown. When she saw the involuntary guests, she let her hand go, releasing the front of the robe, walked up to them with her hands behind her on her hips, and said, "My, my, what have you been fishing for today, Chad?" "These tadpoles were trying to mate with the company fish in tank number three." He said holding up the back of the collars up the scruff of each girl on either side of him, as if he were displaying his catch. The girls looked down at their twiddling fingers in shame as the curious Millie approached them and alternately held their chins up to look them in the eyes. "They're mighty pretty aren't they? This one here looks familiar. Do I know you?" "No Ma'am. I used to live here with my family until a couple of years ago and your husband said we left some pictures behind. That might be it?" "Sure enough. My, you have filled out nicely from those days." The woman said as she hefted Ursula's left breast, causing her to gasp and try to back away. Vicki looked on in shock. Then the lady took both of her hands and slide them slowly down Ursula's sides as if she were feeling the firm contours. When she held up the front of the skirt to take a look, Vicki inhaled a gasp of surprise vicariously for her friend. "Let's get this off, shall we?" She said grasping the bottom of the tight top and raising to Ursula's arms. Ursula took a stand and locked her elbows down to prevent the denuding. "Here, do what you want Snuckums, it's time I call this incident in to the cops." The man threatened. Ursula slowly relaxed her lock on her upper garment so the lady could pull it completely off of her. Standing there in her short skirt and heels, Ursula crisscrossed her breasts with her arms to shield them from this woman's attention. The woman went for Ursula's hair and flipped it up to the back in a caring primping maneuver. This disarmed Ursula slightly, so when the lady's attention moved to Ursula's neck, she didn't put up much resistance to the woman drawing her hands down and away. Ursula's heart was pounding in her chest, and her breaths were labored, not knowing what would happen next. The woman put her hands on the undersides of Ursula's breasts and hefted them remarking, "It's been a while since my breasts were as firm as these." Ursula squeezed her fists at her sides during this indignity, while this strange and forward woman had her way with her chest. Then she turned her attention to Vicki who tried to back up waving her palms at the woman pleadingly to be left alone. Ultimately she knew what was next and stood still, allowing the woman to remove her top as well. "My, my," she said, "you fillies are blessed. Aren't they Chad? Feel these." The man eagerly took his wife's invitation and put his hands on Vicki's breasts, squeezing, lifting and pulling. "Look, she likes this." He said, referring to Vicki's nipples hardening with his touch. "What's your name Honey?" The woman asked. "Vicki." She said shyly. "Vicki, do you like it when Chad touches you like this?" "Please Ma'am. I'd really like to get dressed again and go. We have been up all night, we're tired, and we'll be missed." "That should have been part of your thinking before you broke and entered company property. I'd say you could work it off here for us, or take your chances with the courts. What will it be?" The woman proposed. Vicki looked briefly at Ursula then looked down at her fingers in surrender. "Give me your car keys and I'll keep these tops for insurance. If you take those heels off without permission, you will be severely punished. Do we understand each other?" She said wrapping the keys up in the tops and tucked them under her arm. "Good. Now, I bet you girls are hungry. Let's see if we have enough for you for breakfast." The woman said opening cabinets and the fridge, still not bothering to cover up the obscene display her large breasts were making through her open robe. "Time to get the twins up." She said to her husband, who left the kitchen and ascended some stairs. The girls stood with their hands on alternate shoulders watching the woman and whispering to each other. "What are we going to do . . .?" "Shush up there. I don't want to hear any talking unless I ask it of you. Is that clear?" The woman said taking a couple of cans down from a shelf. She took two skillets and placed them on the two front burners. Gathered up the necessary utensils and directed, "Okay girls, fix these eggs and hash for everyone. If anybody doesn't like the way you fix them, you could be sorry." "I don't think I know what to do." Ursula complained. "Scramble the eggs, stir the hash, what's to know. Now, get to it." Ursula and Vicki stood side by side each working a skillet in just their short skirts and heels when a boy and girl entered the kitchen sleepy-eyed. "Wha . . . who . . . what's up Ma?" The boy asked, getting his bearings. "We're having breakfast at 'Hooters', Ronny. Now wash those hands of yours and sit down." The boy and his sister crowded at the sink to wash their hands and look to their left at the half naked girls preparing the breakfast for the family. They looked back at each other with simultaneous "ooolala" expressions. They dried their hands on their shirts and moved to the outside of the cooks crowding in to look at the progress of the food and to get a close up view of their erect nipples on display. Then they sat down next to each other on the side of the table that afforded them a continuous view of girls. "So Papa, where did you dig up these two?" The daughter asked. "Found them in tank three this morning." He replied. "What on earth would they be doing in a fish tank?" She asked again. "Let's just say they found it stimulating." He said. The daughter looked perplexed then confused, then alarmed with a realization, and then red faced embarrassed with a thought. "What are you thinking?" The boy asked his sister. "Nothing." She said, "So Papa, what are we doing with them here?" "We're going to figure out ways they can work off a private fine for us so the company doesn't have to get involved. They will cooperate so they don't get in trouble with the cops and the news media. Right girls?" "The food is done Ma'am." Ursula replied. "Plates are there, tableware in there, cups and glasses there, and of course milk and juice is in the fridge. Set'em up." The woman directed. Ursula and Vicki went into cupboards and drawers to set the table, and served the meal to the seated family. Ursula thought, "I'm really not that hungry, these people are disgusting, but I may need the energy for what is to come, so I'd better eat some of this." The girls slopped what was left of the food in the skillets onto their plates and began to sit down. "What do you think you're doing? I didn't say you could join us at the table. You can stand over there and eat." She said referring to the area in front of the sink. The girls turned to eat facing the sink to avoid the smiling stares of the two kids, until directed by the mother, "Hey that's not very sociable, now turn around and face us when you eat." They were beginning to feel the treachery of having to wear the heels. "Now let's make plans." She said. "I'm going to have them wash the vehicles, change filters, and clean the traps." The man said. "This house could use some going over." The woman said. "Can we have them clean our room?" The boy asked. "Yes Ronny, all of that for starters. Well there are two of them, so you take one for the inside Millie and I'll take one for the outside." The man said. "Okay by me." She responded. "I'll take the taller one. She knows how this place works already." He said. The family sat around talking and watching the two girls wash and dry the dishes. When they were done, the man took Ursula outside with him while the mother led Vicki into the living room. "I want this room spotless." She took her finger along a tabletop and held the scooped dust up for Vicki's inspection. "See here, I want to be able to do this anywhere in this room and not pick up a thing." Vicki listened with crossed arms. The kids milled in and sat down in front of the couch to watch Saturday morning cartoons on the large console TV prominently situated in the room. The woman left without providing anything to clean with. "Do you kids know where the cleaning supplies are?" She asked. "Try the closet under the stairs." The boy said, barely distracted from the TV show. The two kids sat Indian style, elbows on the inside of their knees, and their chins resting on their fists. They appeared to Vicki to be about thirteen or fourteen, but were acting about nine. Vicki came back into the room almost in tears, dragging the vacuum cleaner, some rags, a duster and some spray. Her shoes were growing terribly uncomfortable and she was concerned for the possibility of spraining an ankle. She looked around to plug in the cleaner. She found one by the couch. She swooshed down in a squat so the kids would not discover her bare ass under the short skirt. The girl reacted to a wafting smell sent by the parachuting skirt. "Oooo, I smell fish." She remarked, then went back to her show. Vicki started the vacuum cleaner and started in an area away from the kids. The boy looked up and suggested, "Our mom always has us pick up the big stuff first so it doesn't wreck the machine." Vicki thought it best to follow directions. She couldn't afford to make any enemies in this house. She tried different ways and angles to bend, stoop, and squat to avoid any embarrassment from greater exposure. As she bent facing the kids with legs straight working on an area where several paper clips and staples were on the rug, the mother came up from behind unnoticed and stroked her bald pussy lips, saying, "That's a nice start. It seems you know what you are doing." The collected bits spilled from her hand as she lurched up in surprise. "Oops, I'll let you get back to work." The woman said, while rubbing her bare buns in circular motions. Vicki got down on her hands and knees to pick up what she had dropped along with the rest of the debris in the area. Outside, Ursula followed the man around helping with the feeding chores, like she did for so many years with her father, only now she was mostly naked with a stranger and shivering from the cold. "Is there a jacket I could wear, at least until the air is warmer?" She asked. "Sure, a bit nippy still isn't it?" The man said, and went into a shed and came out with a green with white trim, nylon, wind-breaking, company jacket with a soft thin flannel lining. He helped Ursula on with it. It felt like heaven in the new protection. "Now give me the skirt." He insisted. "What?" "I like the missus' idea of the insurance so you don't run away. You can wear the top or the bottom. It makes no difference to me. Ursula was profoundly conflicted. The jacket felt so good, her young firm breasts were finally free from his glare, and she was able to build back her body heat, but she would have to bare her womanhood, bald as a newborn baby at that, to his purview. Figuring she could walk carefully to keep her legs together, she slowly and reluctantly removed and turned over her skirt to the man. She instinctively put her hands down to cover her triangle, but was handed a sponge, pail and chemicals to clean with, requiring them. Inside, Vicki was making her way closer and closer to the twins. She decided to work on the other side rather than disturbing them from their show. She picked up the vacuum cleaner above their view and stepped over the girl's legs, then the boy's. "There, don't you smell it now?" She asked her brother. "Yeah, I see what you mean. Hey girl. I think you need a bath." He said. "Yeah, you're stinking up the place." His sister said. "Maybe your mother will let me take one later." Vicki conceded. "I think you should do it now." The sister said with her brother nodding his agreement. "Come with us." As they passed their mother in the hall, they responded to her questioning look, "Don't worry Ma, we are just going to clean her up so she doesn't stink up the place so much." The girl said. "Don't be long with her. We have lots for her to do before the weekend is over." The mother said. As they marched her up the stairs, the kids could see that she didn't have her panties on. They both looked at each other with a look of "pleasant surprise". "Here you can use the one off of our room." The boy said. Once in the room, Vicki instantly realized why the kids wanted help cleaning up their room. There was hardly a space of floor to step on. Her skirt flipped up and down and her arms flailed up and at the sides, as she stepped across items in her high heels, trying to keep her balance. Once at the bathroom Vicki said, "Thank you, I'll be but a minute." "We're going to help you. We wash each other all the time. Sometimes our mother even has us do her." The girl said. "I changed my mind. I don't think I'll bathe right now." Vicki said trying to retreat. "Our mother said it was okay for us to wash you, so that is what we are going to do. Now, you first, into the bathroom." The boy said, pushing her ahead with his hands on her upper arm. Into the bathroom she stumbled and almost slipped on the tile floor. The boy started the water while the girl stood staring at her with her arms crossed sizing Vicki up. "Now off with the skirt." She ordered patronizingly. Vicki was resigning herself to cooperating to get along and to be out of the place. She unzipped the skirt, looked at the boy who was eager with anticipation, and finally lowered her skirt to the floor. She stepped out of it as she removed one shoe and then the next. The relief she was feeling, of being out of the heels, somehow made it all worth it at that moment. She stepped into the tub and lowered herself down into the warm water for a moment to wet herself down, then stood for further directions. "Look Rhonda, she doesn't have any hair like you are starting to get." Rhonda took a closer look. "Sure she does stupid, she shaved it that's all. See?" She said stroking the area against the grain. The boy took the direction and did the same. "You don't act ticklish when I do that like Rhonda here does." He said, "You actually seem to like it." She took in deep breaths and bit her lower lips as he continued to do it to find out the ultimate reaction he might get from her. Finally, Vicki put her hand on his to gently communicate for him to stop and said, "I'll bet she does, don't you Rhonda." They both looked at the girl who looked down and blushed. "Is that right, Rhonda? You know I really like it when you wash me there too. I just act like I am ticklish because I am embarrassed sometimes the way it makes me feel." The boy confessed. "Sometimes you wash me too rough too." He scolded. "Have you two washed up today yet?" Vicki asked. They looked at each other quizzically and looked back at Vicki shaking their heads "no." "Then why don't you join me." She said, sensing she could shift the dynamics a bit. They shrugged and the boy said, "Okay," and they were both in the raw in no time. Rhonda was budding new breasts and Ronny was sprouting a few pubic hairs. "Okay Rhonda, stand next to her. I want to see if you both like it the same. They each stood in the tub facing the boy, the girl's left leg in front of Vicki's right, both standing with their feet a little more than shoulder width apart. The boy started to gently feel the side-by-side pussy's, comparing the texture, relief, warmth and slipperiness of each. His sister resisted the initial reaction to back away instinctively as if he were touching her most ticklish spot. Rhonda watched Vicki out of the corner of her eye. When Vicki started to roll her eyes back she did so as well, when Vicki started to squat against the boy's fingers, she did so as well. "You know, the nipples feel really good when they are touched too." Vicki advised in a breathy voice. The boy looked longingly at her breasts, but realized he only had two hands, so he nuzzled his face against Vicki's breast, then ran his nose against his sister's nipple. They each let him know he was embarking in welcome territory as he alternated back and forth like a one-man band. Vicki started undulating and moaning, leaving Rhonda behind, as she could no longer keep up imitating the changes Vicki was going through. Finally, Vicki came, juicing up the boy's hand causing him to concentrate harder on her snatch to maintain the same level of friction. Eventually, Vicki put her hands on his wrist and backed up off of his fingers, "That's it. No more, I can't take any more. Whoa, that was good, right Rhonda?" Rhonda was frustrated and a little angry. Her brother was mesmerized by the phenomenon he just witnessed and had a hand in. She rinsed off and stepped out pouty and pissy. "How about me?" Ronny asked. "Have your play toy do it. I'm outta here." Rhonda said in a huff. She dressed and left the house. She looked around and found her dad leaning against a roof support watching his temporary assistant toss food to the hungry fish, boiling the water of the tanks. She was wearily carrying a heavy bucket while swinging out handfuls across the surface of the water. Her leg and butt muscles rippled as she maneuvered in her heels along the cement walkway. "Hey kitten, you can just watch with me this morning. I've got all the help I need." Rhonda leaned against the post mirroring her dad, watching the sexy Ursula, but thinking about the sexual response of Vicki, that she couldn't keep up with. "Store's open soon. I need to run into town for a few things. Care to supervise the detailing of the vehicles for me?" The man said. "Sure Pop, no problem." Rhonda watched awhile longer alone, while Ursula finished the feeding. Ursula put the back of her hand on her forehead and declared, "I need some sleep." "There is work to do first. Follow me." Ursula stumbled along behind looking in all directions for anyone who might chance to see her bare ass. "Ouch! Oh shit!" She said as she stumbled on some large sized gravel. "What's up?" The girl asked looking back. "I hurt my ankle." She said as she limped along behind her to the vehicle area. "I'll let you take off those heels as long as you answer my questions truthfully and do what I say." "Anything." Ursula said, going immediately for the shoes. Ursula bent over to massage her ankle as Rhonda walked around behind her. "So, why did you and your friend shave off your hair down here." The girl said, looking at Ursula's bald fig staring back at her. "Ah, so we would be more sensitive down there." Ursula said, surprising herself by how truthfully she answered. "That sounded like the truth. So, how long did you live here?" "Till I was sixteen." "Here, fill this." The girl said handing her a bucket. "Wait until the water is warmed up. Now." She said as she poured in some liquid soap. "So why are you here?" "I brought my friend here to show her where I grew up." "Here use these sponges. Why didn't you ask to come at regular business hours like everyone else? Start washing there." "I didn't think you all would let us skinny dip in the tanks, would ya?" They both got a little chuckle at that. "But why skinny dip in one of our tanks?" The girl asked like an attorney who thought she knew the answer already, but recognized it was still a theory. "Well, . . ." "Yes, go on." "Well, it kinda feels good to be nibbled on by the fish." "Sure I guess, but to risk all that you did you . . . Oh, I think I get it. Come over here. Put your hands on this bumper. Keep them there. Now spread your legs. That's it. A little more. Okay. Now hold still." The girl said, bringing the pail of warm soapy water around behind Ursula. "Do you like this?" She asked, rubbing a warm soapy natural sponge around her pussy. Ursula started to rise from the position, "Don't move or the heels go back on. Does this feel good? You can just nod your head." Ursula nodded while fighting back tears of embarrassment and biting her lips to keep from uttering any signs of enjoyment. Hold still while I . . ." The girl unzipped the jacket and tucked the tails up under the back of it by her shoulder blades. "Do you like this?" Ursula nodded as the girl massaged, tugged and kneaded her breasts. "How about these?" Ursula nodded as the girl focused on her erect nipples. The girl gently pinched and pulled the left nipple while concentrating on the sudsy massage of Ursula's love center. Ursula's legs started shaking, her stomach quivering, her breathing alternating between squeezing the breath out and panting. Finally her knees buckled lowering the target from the girl's obsessive ministrations, but the girl followed like a hound on a fox. "Oooo, oh-my-god, no more, I can't take it." Ursula finally pleaded. The girl stopped, reflecting on the scene before her. "Why can't I react like that?" She thought to herself. Inside, Ronny was trying to get Vicki to stimulate him. Vicki had told him that she had never done that before, that she wouldn't know what to do, and that he should show her. He sat down on the edge of one of the beds. "Put your hand on it and try different things while I watch and learn what things you like the best." Vicki advised. He laid back across the bed and Vicki laid down perpendicularly on her stomach propped up on her elbows, with her head right at his hip for the box seat view. "Here, I'll help you by doing this." She said, as she started rolling his nipple around with her index finger. The boy tried different ways to hold his penis while rubbing it. "Tell me when you like it and when you don't." She requested. He started to close his eyes and move his hips. "Here do it." He said, having built up the sensation to a height he had never experienced before. "I can't. I don't know how to do it yet. Show me some more. What is happening to you?" She said, encouraging him to take matters in his own hand again. "I can't take it any more. Something is going to happen. What should I do? I can't stop." He pleaded. "Don't stop. It's going to be all right. This is a good thing. I'm sure. Keep going . . . Oh my! Look what it does. That's what makes you pregnant? Wow, that's cool." She critiqued. The boy opened his eyes wide as his groin went through spasms shooting out ropes of cum. When his breathing got under control, he said, "That was incredible. This is a messy thing to do isn't it? Now I have to wash up again. You get started picking up our room and I'll get cleaned up." Vicki watched as the boy ducked into the bathroom with her head propped up in her hand. When he came out, she was fast asleep on his bed where he left her. Outside, Rhonda had picked up a running hose, put her thumb on the end and cooled Ursula's passion down by shooting the hose at her soapy crotch. This perked Ursula right up, as she tried to pad away, moving her butt up and forward as much as she could to get away from the cold, licking, water missiles, heat seeking her crotch. With her hands palms out as deflector shields at her rear, she tried to zigzag away from her attacker. Her breasts jutted out proudly, but even their young firmness jiggled with her attempts at escape. Rhonda stopped the attack and directed Ursula to climb up on the rear tires to wash the sides of the fish transport tank truck. Ursula climbed up and had to straddle the tires on two axles grouped together. She held on to a railing running along the outer belly of the tank with one hand, while accepting the soapy sponge from the girl with the other. That's when Rhonda opened fire again on her open and vulnerable cunt. "Please! Stop please. I'll kill myself up here." Ursula pleaded. Rhonda stopped shortly after that. She was growing more and more frustrated with these two intruders. They had bigger breasts, better shapes, and a natural response to womanly stimulation. She was like a pressure cooker at whistle time. She realized that she had put Ursula in genuine danger of being hurt. She threw the hose down, turned, kicked the bucket over, went over to the pickup, banged open the tailgate, sat down on it, and started to cry into her hands. Ursula slowly and carefully worked her way down the tanker and walked over to the back of the truck. She looked at Rhonda not knowing what to do. Finally she asked, "What's the matter?" Rhonda put her hands down for a moment, looked up at Ursula looking concerned back at her, determined that Ursula's concern was sincere, and confided, "I'm not as pretty as you two, okay? I don't respond as pleasurably as you do, I'm plain, I'm stuck out here in the country with only my brother as a friend. My life is a bust, okay? You happy now?" At first Ursula didn't know what to say. The girl's candor was surprising. Then she had an idea. "How long do you think your dad will be gone?" "Probably hours. His errands usually includes a visit to the pub, why?" "Well, I'll show you a secret to this place if you promise not to tell anyone where you heard it." Rhonda was fully present at the word "secret". "Follow me." Ursula led her to tank three in the barn. I don't know if these fish are still hungry, but we might be able to wet their appetites a bit. You've got to get those shorts off . . . and the panties. Good, now wait here a minute. I'll be right back." Rhonda stood worried that she may be in for a con. When Ursula returned, she had her fingers smeared with a paste. "Remember when you asked about my having shaved, the skinny dipping, and all? Well, put some of this where you like to touch yourself the best and dip into the water. Rhonda perked her expression right up, took a dab of the paste and smeared it along her slit. She pealed off her top and jumped in. She didn't get much attention from the fish to her legs like she had in the past, but as she opened her legs up, she got a great deal of attention for her crotch. "Oh-my-god Ursula, how did you learn about this. This is fantastic." Ursula smiled. "It's even better right before feeding. Now you can understand our taking the risk to experience it this one time. Whenever you want special time, you can sneak out here and the fish will be your friends. You'll find you actually live at one of the most special places to live at. I just wish I had discovered this when I was your age. It took me until I graduated from high school to have it happen the way it is supposed to." Rhonda listened to Ursula talk with eyes closed and a blissful expression on her face. Then a shadowy figure at the window got her attention, "Oh God! We're gonna get it now." She exclaimed. Just then, the mother stormed in the door, marched over to tank three in a huff, and yelled, "What are you doing to my child, you evil perverted monster! Rhonda, get outta there right now! First I find your friend asleep on the job, and learn that she forced my other child to pull his thing until he soiled himself with his own seed. Now I find you introducing my precious daughter to the perversions of bestiality. You both git your sorry asses over to the house this instant." Rhonda gathered up her clothes and hugged them to her chest as her mother swatted her ass to get moving. The out of shape woman tried a couple of times in vain to kick each of the girls in the ass as they marched/jogged to the house just ahead of her. Once inside, the woman ordered, "Git your brother." She ordered each of the girls to bend their bodies over an arm of the couch. When the twins returned, she directed them to tie the ankles to the corner legs and all four hands together, stretching their upper bodies across the top of the couch. "Now git!" She ordered the twins. The kids went to the hall and sat on the stairs listening to their mother pace, rant, and threaten with the terrible things she was going to do to the intruders when her husband returned. The boy and the girl were worried for themselves, but had developed a fondness for these strangers as well, and wanted to help them avoid their projected fate. They put together a makeshift plan and prayed for a big enough window of opportunity to help these strangers out. They thought that if they got their mother drunk now before her ordinary drinking binge at noon, they could help Ursula and Vicki escape. Rhonda came in with a tall glass with ice and Ronny came in holding her bottle of wiskey. "Ma, we're sorry." Rhonda said, holding the glass while Ronny poured. "We're sorry that our actions have upset you." Ronny said as his sister handed the full glass to her mother as a peace offering. "Humpf." The woman said as she accepted the offering and backed her butt into her drinking chair to enjoy it. "We'll start punishing these girls for you." The boy said slapping Vicki's butt. She looked up at him quizzically, because it didn't have much of a sting. He calmed her concern by putting his fingers to his lips to tell her to be quiet about it. "I've got this one." The girl proclaimed as she tried to maximize the noise and minimize the pain. "You are good kids." The mother said relaxing. "Take this!" The boy said, pantomiming a message to the girls to ham it up. "Ouch!" they each yelled. "We don't ever want to see your sorry asses in these parts again. (Slap) You hear?" The girls played along. Now that the mother was no longer looking at them, the kids were clapping their hands to make the sounds, sparing their intruders even that. They kept up the act, through one complete refill of their mother's glass, and when she started nodding off, they untied the girls. The hardest thing to find were their tops and the car keys, but eventually they were successful. The kids walked them to the edge of the cared for property. "Go before Papa gets back." The boy said. "Will you be okay?" Vicki asked concerned. "We'll think of something to say." He said confidently. "Rhonda, Vicki and I looked just like you when we were your age. Be patient for a couple of years. You're going to be a knockout, I promise." Ursula encouraged, and Vicki smiled in accordance. "Take good care of our friends, and thank you." Ursula said, giving her a hug. They all exchanged hugs and the girls started to hightail it to the car. There was a look back for a final wave, and the girls could hear the boy ask his sister, as they were returning to the house, "What was that about our friends?" "Oh, nothing." The girl replied. 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