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Subject: {ASSM} Nicky (pedo, Mg, ws, oral, mystery, off stage snuff and rape)
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Date: Tue, 09 Mar 2010 10:10:02 -0500
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Nicky
By Tim Merrigan

John woke up with his 12-year-old sister's mouth on his cock.

"Good morning Nicky," he said, holding the back of her head.

She nodded in reply with a muffled "'ornin' 'ro."

Once he came he realized the time, "I'd better get back to my own
room before Dad catches us, I'll clean up in here later."

Gathering his clothes, and checking that the hallway was clear,
he went across to his room, got under the covers just long enough
so that it would look slept in, got clean clothes and went down
the hall to the bathroom for a shower and shave.  When he got
there Nicky was waiting for Dad to finish.

A few minutes later he came out and mumbled, "Mornin' John, how's
Nicky doing this morning?" and shuffled back to his own room,
with his robe hanging open, while rubbing his left arm.  "I think
I'll make an appointment with the doctor this afternoon; my arm
is sore and there's a stiffness in my chest."

"That's a silly question; she's standing right there waiting her
turn in the bathroom.  And close your robe; you want your preteen
daughter to see your junk!?

"What was that about the doctor?"

"Nothing she hasn't seen before, I'm sure," he said, shaking his
head, and with a note of sadness in his voice as he continued up
the hall to the bedroom he'd shared with his wife of 20 years
until she'd been murdered by a gang of home invasion rapists 20
years earlier.

Once George closed his bedroom door John shooed Nicky into the
bathroom, where he lowered the toilet seat, which his father had
left up, muttering about his lack of consideration, "He should
know better, there has been at least one woman or girl in the
house for 40 years, first Mom, and then Nicky."

"Don't worry about it Bro, you're always here to take care of
me," as she settled onto the toilet for her morning piss, "now
get over here and rinse my coochi."

John stepped in front of her and aimed his piss stream between
her legs, aiming for her clit.

"Oh!  That's wonderful; I'll give you all day to stop.  AAAHHHH!"
she screamed as she came.

He leaned forward, putting his cockhead in her mouth, "Shhh, Dad
will hear!" as he finished, pissing down her throat.

Nicky wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, "No he won't, he
hasn't even acknowledged my presence since Mom died."

*******

John's thoughts flashed back to that terrible day.

He and Nicky were in the Grapeville Woods, out behind the house,
fucking like mad minks when a group of boys from the GCBA broke
into the house demanding their "Association Dues."  Since Dad was
at work, and Mom didn't have any cash, they took them in
"service" and small valuables.

By the time John and Nicky got back to the house, it had been
ransacked and Mom was naked on the living room floor, bruised and
bloody, leaking blood and semen from her mouth, vagina, and anus.

John called 911, but the EMTs took over an hour to get there, it
seemed that some Association boys had gotten some cuts and
bruises whose treatment took priority, and Mom had bled to death
before they got there.

Then he had another flash.  Coach keeping him after practice?  A
party in the locker room with the middle school cheerleaders? 
Nicky on the floor, next to Mom?

********

NO!  That couldn't be!  He was in the woods with Nicky, and now
she was sitting on the toilet 20 years later licking the last few
drops of piss off his cock, his beautiful, sexy, 12-year-old
sister.  He had a momentary thought, '20 years later and she's
still 12, he was 38 now, but she's still 12', but he let it drop
out of his mind.

He finished and, taking his razor and shaving cream, got into the
shower, Nicky scooting around him so she could get in too.  While
he adjusted the water temperature, she took his cock and balls in
hand, tickling and fondling them.  While he shaved she took his
cock in her mouth gently licking and sucking, feeling almost like
warm water running over it.  When he finished shaving he put his
hand to the back of her head and she started sucking in earnest
as he guided her movements.  He had a brief image of his hand
rather then her mouth on his cock, but it didn't last.  As usual,
she backed off just before he came, and he sprayed the shower
wall.

He finished washing and got out of the shower.  Looking around he
was disgusted at the mess around the toilet, why couldn't his
father aim better?  'I mean, really, urine on the wall over the
tank, come on.'  He got out the mop and a couple old towels and
cleaned up the mess, dumping the towels in the laundry basket. 
"Nicky, maybe you should drink Dad's piss, like you do mine," he
joked.  Nicky didn't respond.  When he looked she wasn't there,
'She must have gone back to her room,' he thought.  He finished,
drying himself with clean towels, taking a couple to his bedroom
with him.  He got dressed and straightened his bed, then went to
Nicky's room and remade her bed, tossing the semen soiled sheets
in the laundry along with the used towels.  He noted that her
school uniform wasn't in her closet.

When John got to the kitchen/dining area, he saw that George was
eating a plate of bacon and eggs with toast and coffee, and Nicky
had a bowl of cereal and they were both in their uniforms, George
as an orderly at Grape County General Hospital and Nicky as a
student at Grapeville Middle School, John was a teacher at
Grapeville Elementary School (one of the few who wasn't a
registered pedophile).

John fixed himself a bowl of cereal, then said, "OK, missy, let's
inspect that uniform, see that it's within code."

Nicky giggled and walked over to her brother's chair.

"OK, short sleeve white dress shirt sans buttons, two sizes too
big, tails tied below the sternum leaving a bare midriff, no bra,
good, purple and green pleated, plaid skirt, riding the hips,
turn" Nicky turned around so John could see her back, "tops of
buns and butt crack visible, good, turn again," she turned to
face him again, "hem not to be less than six inches above the
knee."  Taking a ruler from Nicky's book bag, he measured from
the top of her kneecap to the hem of her skirt, "8 inches, good.
You haven't just rolled it up, and are going to roll it back down
once the inspection's done, have you?"

"No, Sir, only a prude would do that, I'm a proper and proud
Grapeville Slut."

"Good girl...."

"Not if I can help it," Nicky interrupted, giggling.

John swatted her bottom, "Enough of that.  Now where was I, oh,
yeah, no panties," lifting her skirt to see that indeed her
bottom and pussy were bare, "You haven't got them stuffed in your
bag and are going to put them on later?"

"No, silly, you know I don't own any."

John ran his finger through her slit finishing with a flick of
her clit.  "Continuing, open toed purple stiletto pumps and pale
green nail polish; check."  John ran his hands up from her ankles
to her vulva and over her butt feeling the tension in her
muscles, "Good.

"OK, now go and turn your chair so you're facing me and sit like
the rules say you should."

Nicky went back to her chair turned it so it was facing him, sat
in it with her butt all the way back then slid forward till it
was just on the front edge so her already short skirt rode up. 
Then she spread her knees and hooked her feet around the outsides
of the front chair legs, giving anyone passing in front of her
chair an absolutely clear view of her cunt.

"Good, it looks like you're ready.  Go wait for me in the car;
I'll drop you at school on my way to work."

"Yes, Da... Johnny."

Just then, George clutched at his chest and fell out of his
chair.

John ran to him and first tried the Heimlich maneuver, then,
seeing his airways didn't appear to be obstructed, started
administering CPR, calling, "Nicky!  Call 911!  I think Dad's
having a heart attack."

George whispered through his agony, "No ... not Nicky ...
you...." and stopped breathing.

Nicky stood there, looking at him, shrugged, and said, "I can't,
I'm not really here," and she faded away.

With that John was overwhelmed with 20 years worth of memories,
real memories, starting with coming home from the victory orgy
with the middle school cheerleaders after they'd won the State
Championship, to find the front door wide open, the house
ransacked, and Nicky and Mom lying bloody, bruised, and dying,
and a note, scrawled in a mixture of blood and semen on the wall,
"Thank you for your courtesy, GCBA Rape Squad.  P.S. don't bother
calling the police, we own them."  Calling 911 and having it take
forever for them to get there, the operator apologizing, saying,
"I'm sorry sir, but your mother and sister fought back, and the
Rape Squad's injuries have to be taken care of first."

By the time the EMTs got there Nicky and Mom were already dead,
and John was in a state of near catatonia from grief.

Their funerals, paid for by the GCBA by way of partial
compensation, were closed casket, arranged through the Dolcett
Brothers Mortuary.

After months of therapy and grief counseling the hypnotherapist
who finally planted the suggestion that Nicky was still alive and
the false memory of the tryst in the woods, taking a true memory
and time shifting it some, and implanting Nicky as an imaginary
friend/lover.  And that if his mind ever decided he could handle
it, or if he ever needed to remember the truth, the imaginary
Nicky would say, "I'm not really here," and trigger a flood of
true memories.

Suddenly he remembered where he was and what was happening,
noticing that Nicky's chair was hard against the table, not
turned toward him, and the only cereal bowl on the table was his.
 He called 911, told them his father was having a heart attack,
and gave his address and went back to administering CPR.  The
EMTs got there within a few minutes, but were too late.

They issued him a death certificate, and asked what he wanted
done with the body.

"He was an employee of Grape County General and as such was
required to donate his body to them to dispose of as they saw
fit.  So you may as well take it there."

--

I pledge allegiance to the Constitution of the United States of
America,
and to the republic which it established, one nation, from many
peoples,
promising liberty and justice for all.
      Feel free to use the above variant pledge in your own
postings.

Tim Merrigan

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