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This story was produced as adult o o entertainment and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The Thanksgiving that changed my life by rmike68 (A Kristen's Board Author) *** A Thanksgiving intrusion story (Fb, Mf, pre-teen, nc, inc, preg) *** This is a work of fiction. The Author does not condone any sexual activity with minors. This is purely fantasy. The Thanksgiving that changed my life. It was Thanksgiving about three years ago, I will never forget that day. It was the day my life changed forever. My name is Bill Cramer. That Thanksgiving we had just moved into our new home in the country on a 5 acre lot that had a one story home and two out buildings. I was 41 years old, my wife, Jill, 38, our daughter Sara had just turned 14 and my son Brad was 11. My wife was a good homemaker and mom, and a great looking woman. She stood 5 foot 7, long blonde hair and an hourglass figure. At 14 Sara was the image of her mother, with blonde hair and was blossoming in to quite the head turner in her school. Brad was all boy, into every mischief he could get into and loving the country life. The day began with Brad and me tossing the football in the front of the house and the girls in working on getting the turkey and fixings ready for our dinner. The air was crisp with a fall nip, and a beautiful clear sky. "Dad, you look tired, let's take a break and see what's happening with the game." My son stood there holding the ball and breathing hard. "Me tired? I think I ran circles around you today. You need to put down those video games and get out here more." I walked over and gave him a swat on the butt and we walked into the house. As we walked in the house I heard the slamming of cabinets, so I walked in the kitchen. "Where is my mother's serving platter, I can't find anything in here." My wife was going around like a little tornado. "Calm down," I said. "There are boxes in the shed out back that we have not unpacked yet. I'll go look. By the way did you get the beer?" "Yes, I got your beer. You find that platter." Jill gave me a wet kiss and I headed out to the shed. The shed was one of two out buildings and was about 50 yards behind the house. It was a wood frame building with a concrete floor. I planned to make a work shop out of it, but for now we had some boxes stored there waiting to be unpacked. I entered the shed and started to look in the boxes when there was a sharp blow to my head and everything went black. The next thing I remember his hearing a sort of roar, like waves crashing on a rocky coast. My vision was blurred and I was having trouble moving. After a few moments I could feel that my hands were bound behind me and my ankles tied together. My head was splitting and I could hear sobbing. "He's waking up," a voice said, and I felt hands under my arm pits and was lifted into a sitting position on the floor. My family was sitting on the couch staring straight ahead and my wife and daughter were sobbing. I looked around the room and there were three people. I saw one a tall red haired burley guy holding a revolver, and thin black man looking out the window, and a dark haired woman who seemed very nervous. The red haired guy seemed to be in charge. "You bitches quit your sniveling. See he ain't dead." The woman paced back and forth in front of my family. "I'm OK guys." I was squinting, trying to see. "What's going on here? Who are you people?" "Shut up," the woman snarled. "Be nice Katy," walking over to the woman, the red haired man pulled her to him. "Let him get his bearings. The fun hasn't started yet." He walked over and squatted in front of me, "you play nice and I'll cut those ties off and you can sit with your family. Is that a deal?" I nodded yes. "Dudley, give him some water. Pretty lady, where do you keep the aspirins?" "In the cabinet, by the refrigerator." Jill looked at me with a tear rolling down her face. She looked so helpless. She had her arm around Sara who was shaking. I could see anger in my son's eyes, which I knew was a dangerous thing. They cut my ties and I struggled to my feet. I moved over to the couch and sat by my son. "Take it easy son. Let's take our time here." He looked at me and nodded. "You have a wise dad, boy." The red haired guy walked to the window. Dudley the black man, came with a glass of water and three aspirins. "Take drink the water and take the aspirins, I want you to feel better for the fun." I took the aspirins and drank down the water. Then I leaned back and closed my eyes. I must have gone to sleep. When I woke up it was getting dark out, but my head was better. My wife was next to me holding my hand. "Feeling better there Bill?" The red haired guy was smiling. "Time for the fun to begin." "Yea, Jim, let's do this." Kate said. Dudley was dragging a mattress from one of the kid's room and placed it in the middle of the living room. They had pulled the chairs and tables to the wall. "Ok, the first thing I want is to see Jill here strip down to nothing." "NO!!" I pleaded. "Please, no!" Jim looked in my eyes and said, "It's ok, it will be fun. Don't worry." "But the kids!" "We love kids." Kate hissed. "It's time for their education to begin." Jim cocked the gun and put it to my head. "We gonna cooperate, Jill?" She got up and began to unbutton her blouse. Slipping over her shoulders she let it fall to the floor. "Come on Brad watch your mom." Brad was looking on as his mom stripped in front of him. Jill wiggled out of her jeans and finally was standing in her bra and panties. "Everything Jill." Jim ordered. She reached behind her and undid her bra. Her 36B tits fell free on her chest. Then she slipped her panties down to reveal her blond pussy hair gently concealing her labia. Jill put her arm over her tits and hand over her pussy. "No, no." Jim said, "Arms to your side. Now turn toward your son. She is pretty ain't she Brad. Come over and feel those tits." Jill shook her head, "No, please." "Jill you don't want anything bad to happen here, do you? Let the boy feel your tits. DO IT BOY!" Brad slowly walked over and put his hand on his mother's tit. "Squeeze it boy." Jill's nipples were erect; her areolas were the size of half dollars. Jill closed her eyes as Brad squeezed his mom's tits. "Feels nice huh Brad. Now put your finger in her pussy." Jill flinched as Brad's finger slowly parted her labia and touched her clit. "How does it feel Brad?" "It feels warm and moist," Brad said. Jill licked her lips and swallowed. "I think she likes it Brad. Now take your clothes off. Show your mom your hard on. I know you have one." Brad slipped off his cloths and pulled down his briefs to sport an erect little cock. It was thin but about 6 inches long. Jill still had her eyes closed. "Look at him Jill. Open your eyes and look at your son." She opened her eyes and looked at her naked son standing there with a hard on. He was obviously stimulated at seeing his mom naked. "Stroke his cock Jill." She stood there in shock. "DO IT BITCH!" Jill nervously took Brad's cock in her hand and began to stroke him. Brads hips began to move along with her strokes. "Not too fast Jill. Go lie on the mattress and spread your legs. Brad is going to fuck you." Jill did as she was told, shaking her head and crying. He murmured, "No, Please, NO!" "Let it happen Jill." I felt myself getting hard watching this, even though I was angered by what these people were doing to my family. I looked over at Sara, she had tears streaming down her face. Brad crawled between his mother's legs and awkwardly poked with his cock. Jill reached down and helped him. "Its OK son just do it." She guided his little cock into her pussy. He instinctively started to pump into her. In about five strokes he began to shutter as he had his first orgasm with a woman. He spurt his semen into his mother. "OK Brad now eat your cum out of her. Lick her pussy. DO IT!" Brad began to lick his mother's pussy; she began to move her hips with him. "OH SHIT, I'm cumming!" she shouted as she bucked in a huge orgasm. "Now Jill clean off his cock, suck him till he cums again." I looked at Dudley; he had his cock in his hand stroking as he watched this obscene display. "Now it's Sara's turn." Jim grinned as he looked at my 14 year old daughter. She was wearing a tight sweater that showed off her blossoming tits. She also wore a tight pair of jeans. "Ok Sara strip for your dad." I found that I could not take my eyes off my daughter as she began to take her clothes off. I could feel my cock twitch and grow. She pulled her sweater over her head and wiggled out of her tight jeans. Then she reached back and undid her bra. I could not believe my eyes. Her tits were beautiful perky things, about a 32B. Her nipples were erect and areolas about the size of half dollars. She pulled her panties down and revealed a wisp of blond hair around her labia. "Whoa dad, you're drooling." Katy walked over and felt my crotch. "Dad's ready!" "OK Sara, go and help dad get undressed." She walked over to me. "I am sorry baby. I love you." "I love you too dad. It's OK." She loosened my belt and undid my pants and let them drop. My cock was tenting my briefs. I stepped out of my pants and she pulled my briefs down and my cock sprang free. She looked at my 9 inches with disbelief. "Sara stroke him, Dad finger her." Sara looked up at me and took my cock in her hand and began to stroke me. I was ashamed, but it felt so good. I parted her labia and felt her clit, my god she was wet! I looked over at Jill and Brad; he was pumping his second load into his mom's mouth. Jill's eyes were on me and Sara. "Move to the mattress." Jim commanded. Jill and Brad moved to the couch. Sara did as she was told and lay on the mattress. I got between her legs and she stared in my eyes and said, "Dad, I am still a virgin." Jim said, "Not for long little Sara. Dad take her cherry." "I am sorry baby. This may hurt a little." She stared in my eyes as my cock separated her labia. I slowly pushed and entered her vaginal opening. She looked at me and winced a little. I pushed a little further and felt a barrier, I had reached her hymen. She looked at me with a tear in her eye and her lips tight and nodded yes and I pushed further. I felt her hymen stretch then break, she let out a squeal. I pushed in till my balls were touching her and I did not move. She was so tight. Slowly I began to pump and my breathing became ragged. She opened her mouth and her eyes were wide. Each stroke in her tits would bounce. I began to fuck her hard and she arched her back and just let out a small groan. I could feel the tip of my cock hit her cervix. Then I felt my balls churn and my cum began to move. I shot my semen into my daughter coating her cervix. Rope after rope of semen shot into her. And I collapsed on top of her. Then I felt something hot on my back and saw it hit my daughter's face. Jim was cumming on both of us. Dudley was cumming in Jill's face and Katy was sucking Brad's cock and fingering herself. After they had all cum, Jim said, "Happy Thanksgiving." And they were out of the house. I now have a 3 year old granddaughter. We still live in the house, but we will never forget that life changing Thanksgiving. END