Run - Chapter 49: Insanity (Mf Fmf MF inc father/daughter mother/son brother/sister creampie masturbation voy exhib)

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Chapter 49: Insanity

Finch's feet were sore and his lungs burned long before he was stuffed into the back of a large vehicle, his head covered with a sack. He knew his brother was with him for the first part of the rushed retreat by No Limits, but he had no way to know if the might have been separated. He was so tired that he didn't fight the sleep which demanded his attention once the vehicle started moving.

He woke to darkness, unsure at first if it was the bag on his head or not. Finch listened a moment. He didn't seem to be moving, but was fairly certain he was still in the back of the vehicle. Sitting up, light coming in through a fold in the head covering, Finch tested his restraints, hoping the headache pounding between his ears might subside. His wrists were on fire, locked behind him, his fingers almost numb and very painful. He struggled, panic rising the more he discovered no give in his bonds. His feet were free, at least and he stretched his legs and flexed them, trying to loosen up the cramps in his calves.

A door opened and rough hands grabbed his arm and yanked him from the vehicle. Finch tripped but was caught quickly, almost falling on his face. "Let's go," a deep male voice commanded. Finch had no choice but to go along on straining legs.

They walked for several minutes, Finch's arm bruising under the tightly-gripping fingers. He started to groan with each step as pain built in his feet and wrists and head. Finch was pushed through a door, then moments later, pushed down onto a cushioned seat.

He was left to sit in silence, several booted steps fading off to one side of the room and disappearing from his ears.

"So what do we have for me today," a woman's heavily-accented voice said just as Finch heard more booted steps being pounded onto the floor. The sack was ripped from his head and Finch's eyes closed at the brightness. He squinted a moment, trying to adjust, and slowly, he was able to get a look at the woman in the room with him.

She was modest height and weight, short dark-red hair, black body suit covering her tightly. "My, my," she said, "what a pretty little one."

"Wh-where am I?" Finch sputtered, his throat parched.

"Out of the way... for now. You're one of her boys?"

"Huh?"

"The Lebanese bitch. The one that asshole stole away from me."

Finch assumed she meant her mother by the Lebanese description, but who the asshole was, he had no idea. He remained silent.

"I already know," her thick voice snapped, "you're Finch. What a silly name. Are you a bird, pretty one?"

"I'm named from a book."

"Silly name," she repeated. "Now your brother, on the other hand, he's got a strong name. You got the girly one."

"Fuck off," he muttered. "Where's Logan?"

"Somewhere else. Now, what to do with you... what to do with you... Victor's going to want you dead, I suspect. That's what he would have done to your mother had he been on time, that stupid prick. I told him when to be there, and he was late. Not my fault he was late!"

"Uh..."

"I'm not so sure dead is the way I want you. I suspect there's something in it to keep you alive... for now. If Victor will pay me to kill you, then this is easy. I'll make it quick, don't fret," she said, surely reading the panic showing on Finch's face. "If he won't pay, maybe Bridgewater or someone else might, returned dead or alive is no matter. You live," she said with resolve, "for now."

"Where's Logan?" Finch demanded again. "Let me see him."

"My... For a pretty one you surely have an attitude. You know what I do to little girly boys with attitude?"

Finch remained quiet.

Her punch stung him and knocked him onto his side. It took a moment to catch his breath. Slowly he sat back up, trying to look tough but feeling tears trying to form in his eyes.

"Hmmm... maybe I'll keep you for my pet." The woman's hand slid onto Finch's thigh, then she cupped his crotch. "Hmm," she purred, "soft but not a bad start. I could work with this..."

A man entered the room and whispered into the woman's ear. She nodded twice then took something from his hands. She stepped forward and stuck a needle in his arm, the sting barely registering on top of the other pain in Finch's body. "No trouble from you for a while," she said, pulling out the needle. Finch felt warmth spread out from the site and his aches began to recede. "Sleep, pretty one. We'll see what your future holds when you wake..."

Finch's awareness faded away.

- - -

The car was stolen no more than ten minutes after they had landed in Bergamo, Holly's fingers good for more than just diddling her own pussy, which she'd done for a minute or two while waiting for the jet to finish taxing far enough to let them off discretely.

They were no more than ten minutes away from the closest approach to the bunker near Tirano when Holly got word that they had a clear path. It seemed that the siege had been quickly lifted thanks to the surprising arrival of an M1 force previously stationed in Salzburg.

"Bad news, Gene," Holly said after receiving the update in her earpiece.

The tone of her voice told Gene it was something personal to him. "Tell me."

"During the attack... it seems No Limits got Finch. M1 force is tracking them, but so far, no luck."

"Fuck!" Gene spat. "Bridgewater... Your father swore to me they'd be safe."

"I don't know the details, Gene. I'm sorry... but I've got more..."

"Go on," Gene growled through gritted teeth.

"Logan is missing..."

Gene's heart sank and his excitement from his imminent reunion with his kids disappeared into heartbreak and frustration. Holly placed her hand over Gene's and tightened her fingers around his. "I'm really sorry, Gene. We'll be there soon. We'll go after them ourselves, if we need to."

"You better fucking believe I will."

"We will."

"You have better things to do, Holly, than chase after my family with me. M1 depends on you. Your father depends on you."

She was silent a moment, her speed picking up the closer they got to the bunker. Then she said firmly, "I choose my priorities now, Gene. I'm done sacrificing everything to M1, or for my father. If you're going after your sons... I'm going, too..."

He looked at her, ready to protest again, but he saw the truth in her eyes. Holly was decided. Gene's happiness was important to her, and if his kids were in danger, she would be there to get them out. It softened, just a touch, the bitter blow to their arrival.

Minutes later, they were inside the bunker. Anna met them and hustled them into a small room. "Coffee?" she offered as Gene sweated and paced.

He shook his head, then changed his mind. "I need it, yes."

"Me, too," Holly added.

"Talk to me, Anna. What the fuck happened?"

"I'm guessing you mean Finch and Logan." Anna briefed them on Finch's task and how he was taken quickly at during a surprise breach, then described Logan's mission, the lost comms, and the inability to track him down afterwards. She wasn't convinced he was anywhere but stuck in the tight accesses leading up to the intake. The were flying in an agent who was notoriously short and slender who could possibly work her way through the system, but that was hours out. "He'll be fine if he doesn't do anything desperate and panic. If he's still in there, we'll find him."

"And if he's not?" Gene asked.

"Then... there's an access point he could have taken near the intake... he would have been right in the path of the No Limits retreat..."

"So he's probably taken, as well... or dead..."

Anna shook her head, "We don't know anything right now. We've got a team in rapid pursuit. We'll get them back, Gene."

Gene cursed under his breath, downing the lukewarm coffee in two gulps. "Another," he demanded.

Anna refilled his cup.

"They were supposed to be kept safe, Anna. Why the fuck were they put in danger?"

"Because we were all in danger, Gene! If Major Danielson hadn't showed up out of nowhere, we were stretched pretty thin already. The enemy would have been inside the bunker. We couldn't tell the kids that, they would have freaked out, but that's the truth. If they had found that intake, we'd have been killed with a bit of gas and a short wait. We lost almost three dozen soldiers in the time between the comms going down and getting those radios out. Finch saved lives, and so did Logan. I hate that we've let them get taken, Gene. Every one of my men are important to me."

Gene growled, "My children are not your men."

"No... I mean... I take it personally. I care. I give a shit, Gene! I know you're angry. Be angry! We're doing our best to get them back."

"I want to know everything. Give me a full brief. I'm going after my boys."

"Gene," Holly cautioned gently, her fingers on his arm, "that's not a good idea right now..."

"You told me you would go if I went, on the way here you said—"

Holly turned him towards her, "Look at me. If you walked out right now, I'd follow you. But it is stupid for the two of us to try to blindly go. We have forces following them. They are far more likely to get your sons back than the two of us right now. I agree, let's get all the details, but until we have advantage a military unit does not, we would only complicate the search."

He started to protest, but he recognized the truth.

"Besides," Anna said more softly, "your daughter needs you, she's... sleeping."

Gene didn't like the hesitation in her statement.

His eyes narrowed until Anna explained, "I... gave her a sedative... she was freaking out after we got word about Finch... she's exhausted... overwhelmed right now. She needed sleep..."

"She was inconvenient, you mean..."

"She was about to become a danger to herself and others," Anna hissed less gently, "I did what I had to do, Gene. She's safe."

"You're one for three, Anna," Gene snapped. "One for three. I expected better from you with my kids..."

Anna started to shout her reply, but Gene watched as she swallowed it, then calmed herself before saying, "We'll have a full brief in about two hours. We're still gathering information. I'll send for you." She turned and left the room, only sounds of Gene's deep, angry breathing heard over the low hum of the ventilation."

"Sorry, Gene..." Holly said, taking his hand, "Let's just figure out what to do next, okay? I know you want to go after them... but right now, we're not in a position to help."

"I know. Fuck!" He steamed a moment, then said, "I need to go see my daughter."

Holly nodded, then leaned up to kiss him. Gene let her linger long enough to take a bit of sting out of his anger, then he wrapped her in an embrace and parted his lips, pushing the kiss to the next level.

"I need you right now," he told her. "Thank you for helping see me through this..."

"Always..."

"I'm going to go see Lauren. Coming?"

"You go," Holly replied, "I'm going to talk to Anna about her manners..."

- - -

Logan woke with his world on fire. Everything was spitting flames into his nervous system. Arms, legs, eyes, fingers. The pain meant he could feel his fingers again, so there was that. They'd been numb before when they were bound behind his back. The fact that he could feel them was a good sign, right? He was no longer tied up, no bag over his head. Instead, he seemed to be on a bed.

The light was dim in the room, but it still was painful to open his eyes. The room was small, narrow. More narrow than a normal room. The bed wasn't a bed but an especially soft chair. A glance out a curved window showed that he was on an airplane, somewhere over the water.

He'd been visited some time earlier, before being put on the plane, by a red-haired woman with an odd accent. Logan recalled being stuck with a needle, but beyond that point, he remembered nothing.

It wasn't much of a surprise to see the door at the front of the room open to show the woman walking inside. "Well," she said in accented-English, "I didn't expect you would be awake before we arrived..."

Logan stared at her, then said, "What's going on?"

She smiled wickedly, saying, "I'm about to be a very rich woman again..." She knelt down a few feet from where Logan sat wearily on the bed. "Seems Victor was only too-eager for you and your brother to join him. We'll meet him shortly, don't you worry, little man."

Logan groaned in pain as he tried to focus on finding a way to escape. Given that they were currently in the air, it seemed unlikely there was any chance until they had landed.

"Where is my brother?"

"Oh, he's aboard, but you'll not see him until we've arrived. Don't worry, little man," the woman scowled, "I haven't hurt him... much..."

Logan felt panic a moment, then did his best to remember that he was a hero, and heroes never panicked. "You'll pay for this..." he said in as menacing a tone as he could muster. "I won't hurt you... much..."

The woman cackled, her head tossed back a moment before she stood and told him, "You have that backwards, I'm afraid. I'm being paid for this. I missed cashing in on your mother. I won't make the same mistakes this time."

"My mother?! Where is she?"

"Tsk-tsk," the woman chided, "too many questions for such a little man in no position to ask questions."

"Where is she?!" Logan growled.

Her eyes showed a sinister delight when she answered, "Dead... most likely. I wouldn't worry too much about her anymore, little man. I suspect that, if she still lives, she wishes to be dead, I assure you."

Logan's head swam and he fell back onto the bed, groaning.

"Your brother is a girly boy, unlike you. You, I see potential. Maybe if Victor doesn't kill you... I might like to take you as a pet. My little trained monkey. Oh, what fun we would have... if he doesn't kill you..." She left the room and closed the door. He heard a click which sounded like a lock being engaged.

Logan put his feet down in attempt to stand, instead toppling forward and banging his knees hard on the thinly-carpeted floor. He groaned and tried to rise, slowly able to get himself back into his seat on the bed. Logan breathed heavily from what should have been a minor effort.

He began to feel overwhelmingly weary again, and despite his attempts to remain awake, he slid back under a thick mental cloud and fell asleep.

- - -

Tamara's claustrophobia was getting more distressing, the sensation of being trapped made worse every time she thought about how much water must be above the submarine. There was no escape, no reprieve, only a small room, a smaller cockpit, a toilet, and Haul. Tamara had rummaged through the slender closet, finding little of interest until she uncovered a three-inch square steel box.

Tamara flipped the small, thin lid and discovered several tiny miniatures, perhaps a dozen in all, a platform, possibly a game board, underneath. She picked up a couple of the little statues. The bases of the miniatures were triangular in shape, beveled edges carefully carved along each side, uneven, looking much like the irregular side of a key but in a circular shape. One of those in her hand was a dalmatian, colored in perfect black and white. The other was what Tamara thought looked like a doorknob or, maybe some sort of lamppost, orange and yellow and brown, the brushstrokes so perfect that Tamara couldn't see any flaws. She shrugged, putting the items back in the box and sticking it in her pocket. Perhaps, if she needed a distraction, she'd figure out how to play the game.

Or, it might be fun to make Haul try to swallow them.

She slept some up front in the cockpit but the seats were not made to recline and the effect of the downtime on her energy and mindset was not positive. She rose from the cockpit and unlocked the door to the room behind her.

Haul was still tied securely. Tamara checked him again, then sat on the edge of the bed a moment before kneeling down and removing Haul's gag. "What's in this for you, Charles? People you want dead? Is that your only goal?"

Haul looked haggard and pale. Despite his pallor and broken voice, he spat, "Seeing you dead at the end would be a priority at this point."

"Get over it," she replied, returning to the bed, "I'm not helping you with that one. You need me for now, at least if you still expect to get your revenge, or justice, or whatever it is you're after."

"Indeed," he said much more weak than he'd been an hour earlier, "but that won't stay the case for long... Once the Mantis has you, I'll be free, and I'll be waiting for him to finish his job..."

Tamara ignored his threats, instead saying, "You lied about us, didn't you... that was just a mindfuck..."

Haul laughed and quickly sputtered into a fit of coughing, then replied, "I never lie about women who have fucked me, Tamara. I don't need to. Who am I to impress? What is it to me? My cleverness does not extend to the bedroom, and I've had little use for such trifling moments in my life. It was pity that led me to indulge you, nothing more."

"Pity... Bullshit."

Haul stared at her with cruelty, his skin so pale she could see his veins all over his neck and forehead. "Don't blame me for the sorry state of your marriage, Tamara. Gene was the womanizer, not me. Blame him for pushing you into my bed."

Tamara threw up her hands. "Enough. I'm not buying it." She didn't admit, however, that something tugged at her thoughts as if there was, somewhere in Haul's words, a nugget of truth. Tamara retied the gag, then pulled back her arm and punched the man's cheek hard. He gasped through the gag and gave a satisfying whimper.

She only partially regretted it when she felt the pain in her knuckles and saw that two of them were slowly bleeding. Closing herself in the cockpit, she leaned back and tried to still her mind. An impossible task as she was drawing ever so much closer to the torturer waiting at the end of this journey.

- - -

Lauren's body felt light but thick, as if she was inside a padded suit, free to move around but only with effort able to move the whole construct. She felt something touching her head, stroking her hair. It took a moment, but her eyes opened.

Her father was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her sleep. "Hey, Sweetie..."

"Dad..." she whimpered, confused as to what might have happened, "where have you been?"

"Trying to get back your mother, remember?"

She thought a moment, slow to recall the memories of the past few days. "Oh... right..."

Ignoring her pain and thickness, she bolted upright, "Finch! Logan!"

"Shhh," her dad calmed her, holding her hand, "Nothing to be done for them right now. I promise, if there was... I'd be doing it..."

"Dad," Lauren pressed into him and started to cry, "oh, Dad..."

"Shhh..."

Lauren held him tight a while as, slowly, the sedative wore off and her mind began to function with more clarity. "She drugged me! Anna drugged me!"

"I know," her father said evenly, "I know. We'll deal with that later. Right now, I just want to make sure you're okay..."

"I... Not really," Lauren replied, her stomach sour, "I feel sick."

"Help you to the bathroom?"

She nodded and gingerly stepped up from the bed, her dad holding her hand as she stumbled a step or two towards the door. He led her down the hall to the unisex bathroom and opened a stall door.

Closing it behind her, he waited outside while she knelt down, uncertain if she was going to vomit. She closed her eyes and tried to make the world stop spinning.

As moments passed, she started to feel a little better, physically, at least, but fears for her brothers started to consume her and didn't help to get her out of the stall.

She turned, pulled down her pants, and squatted over the toilet, peeing forcefully and letting out a sigh. When she flushed, her dad said through the door, "Doing okay?"

"Yeah."

Lauren opened the stall and went to the sink, washing her hands, then pressing herself against her father in a tight hug.

"It'll be okay, Lauren... I promise we'll get all of them back."

"I hope so," she said weakly. "I'm so glad I have you, at least..."

The hug began to spread warmth through her, and even when she felt her dad begin to relax his hold on her, Lauren didn't let go. She inhaled against his neck, sniffing the days of sweat and nerves mixing with his scent. It was too lovely to ignore. It just did something to Lauren. She started to become aroused despite her mindset, her skin flushing and growing rosy and warm. "Mmm..." she purred quietly.

- - -

Gene knew the hug was lasting longer than it should have, and when he heard Lauren's low moan, it sounded like something more than a daughter being comforted to have her father returned to her. Yet, he couldn't let go, enjoying Lauren's embrace, and Gene retightened his own, kissing her cheek, then again.

"Dad," she said quietly, "can we go to my room and talk?"

"Of course," he replied, pulse starting to quicken despite his weary state.

He held Lauren's hand and led her back to the room she had been sharing with Logan and Finch. Lauren reclined on the bed and said, "Will you hold me like you used to... when I was little?"

"I'd like that."

So he climbed onto the bed beside his daughter as she turned onto her side, facing away from him. He wrapped one arm over her arm over her stomach, the other tucked under her head. She sighed contentedly.

"Are you really not mad... about... about me and Finch?"

It took a moment to understand what his daughter was asking. "I... I'm not mad... confused, perhaps... This has been a difficult experience and... we've all had to find comfort where we can..." Gene didn't admit how aroused the surprising scene had been to him. In quieter moments, perhaps he might have been mad, but after their run over the weeks, whatever was normal to Gene no longer looked the same. His son and daughter having sex wasn't exactly expected, but given his own thoughts about Lauren, it was hard to judge his kids for taking enjoyment when it was offered. Perhaps Holly was rubbing off on him.

"Okay," Lauren replied.

They rested together, silent, his daughter's light breathing the only sound. Instinctively, he nuzzled her neck and rested his head against hers. Gene sighed, pushing away the depressing reality outside the door and focused on holding his daughter and keeping her safe and warm.

He didn't mean to push his groin into her butt, certainly not with an erection. It took a moment to realize that's what was happening, and when he became aware, Gene nearly pulled back in panic.

But Lauren's hand slid back and touched his cheek. Just a tender, gentle finger or two resting on his jawline. He kissed the back of her neck. Gene felt her body push back slowly but deliberately. She was aware of what was pressing against her in that moment, and rather than pulling away, his daughter was ensuring he knew it was okay.

- - -

Finch drifted in and out of vivid dreams, but not ones of tension or fear, but love and arousal. Lauren was there with him, stroking his cock, sucking it. Dream Finch had not a care in the world. And it got better. His mother was soon there, too, sharing his dick with Lauren. God, Mom! He strained against her lips and fingers. It felt so right. Finch could see the love in her eyes as she watched him, his penis hard, sliding from his mother's mouth to his sister's, then back again.

Over and over, they swapped his flesh, Finch soon humping and writhing. He filled his mom's mouth quickly, then was spurting inside Lauren's. He watched them share a kiss coated in his sperm, and to his amazement, his cock was still hard and needing more.

"Sissy boy," a darker tone met his dream. "Sissy, sissy boy."

The voice was female but not particularly feminine. It caused Finch to loose the fantasy playing out. He grasped at it, trying desperately to bring it back.

Finch's eyes opened to see the dark-red haired woman kneeling down a few feet from him, a look of disgust in her eyes. "You piss yourself?"

"Huh?"

His situation returned in a flash and whatever arousal remained from his dream about cumming in Lauren's mouth and his mother's was crushed and discarded.

"Only sissy boys piss themselves." The woman shook her head. "Nasty."

Finch looked down and saw the wet spot over his groin. "No, uh... I didn't pee, uh..."

The woman laughed, "Perhaps not as horrifying, but still a sissy. Were you dreaming about being beaten again? Perhaps I'll show you another way to feel pain. Sissy boys can't take it, though, and I think that's you."

"Piss off," Finch growled, the aches and pains in his body returning in force.

The hard slap against his face did nothing to help.

"Manners!"

"I meant," Finch said, spitting out blood, "piss off, bitch!"

The woman stared at him a moment. "Odd, isn't it? Frustrating? Does it make you angry to know that you're the older brother yet you're the one who will never be a real man? You wouldn't make a very fun pet. You're brother, on the other hand, mmm, I can make him a real man... He'd never be so weak as to cum in his pants like you did."

"Touch him and I'll kill you," Finch spat, furious at the idea that his brother might be hurt. "Where is Logan? I'll kill you if you hurt him."

The woman stood up, turned her back, then paused. She spun around, took two quick steps, and punched Finch with a closed fist. It knocked him over and took away his breath.

In a disturbingly-calm voice, the woman told him, "Maybe I will keep you around. I feel so much better when hitting you." She turned again and left, locking the door behind her.

Finch was alone again, his jaw swelling, using all of his willpower not to lose his control over his emotions.

- - -

The first signs of temporary insanity might be rather unexpected. Tamara's panic rose moments earlier when the submarine whirred and appeared to slow down. She thought they might have arrived at wherever the Mantis was waiting. But a moment later, she heard the engines rise again and the sensation of movement returned to where it had been for several hours. She waited to see if anything appeared or changed further, but it was as it a had been the entire trip: dark out the front, and far too small inside.

The sign of insanity was only obvious after Tamara realized she'd stuck her hand down her pants and started masturbating. She'd gone back to the bedroom to yell at Haul again, but the man was passed out and didn't rouse when she slapped him, though, to be fair, her heart hadn't been in it.

Leaning back on the bed, she tried to force memories to return, if they ever existed. Had she and Haul had sex? How could she have no memory of that? How could she have no memory of all of this? The harder she tried, the more obvious the black hole in her memories became to Tamara. Something was missing, but it was formless and without any edges on which to pull.

She'd drifted a bit, in and out of sleep, then woke to discover she was playing with herself, Haul awake on the floor, his eyes open and watching her movements. Tamara started to pull her hand out, but she stopped. "If you and I were ever together," she said, "I'm sure it was terrible for me. You don't strike me as much of a giver, Charles."

The man just stared, silent, as her fingers began to move again inside her pants.

"I probably did all the work, you just sort of lay there, scared that I was too much for you. Scared that I'd find out your dirty little secret. You were a virgin, weren't you..."

Tamara couldn't read the response in Haul's eyes. It really didn't matter.

"I bet I had to teach you the most basic things. Scared the shit out of you, didn't it..."

Tamara grew quiet, playing in her mind a different fantasy, a different partner. It was Finch she imagined being with her. His first time. Or was it Logan? She wasn't sure.

"I'm a good teacher," she said, no longer talking to the bound and gagged man on the floor, "I like to show boys how to play with my pussy."

She was wet suddenly, her cunt creaming, her clit straining.

"Mmm... that's it, Finch... Fuck Mommy... Fuck Mommy, Finch..."

Tamara imagined her son's body over her after she'd showed him how to penetrate her, his first wet pussy being his mother's.

"Oh, Logan... that's so good... Cum in me, son... Cum in Mommy..."

Her body arched and she moaned, tensing her thighs as she drooled cum into her panties.

Catching her breath, Tamara knew she was mentally in trouble. What she'd just done made no sense. Her eyes opened to see Haul still staring at her, no sign of his reaction showing through.

Her mouth opened twice without voicing words. Tamara withdrew her hand, ignoring the strong odors on her fingers. She stood, angry at herself. Confused. Certainly not aroused. She slapped Haul harder this time and felt a satisfying smack, followed by a muted fit of coughing.

Tamara locked the door behind her and decided she needed to regain her control. She found a towel and washcloth, a bar of soap nearby, and stripped down to her flesh and doused herself in a weak, cold shower.

- - -

Logan came to and realized the plane was no longer in the air. It was on the ground, rolling roughly over asphalt, and Logan knew he didn't particularly want to find out where they were going.

His mind roused to life and he tried to find something, anything, to hide him from the red-haired woman. The room was small, no large cabinets or closets, no room under or above anything. It looked like a very lost cause.

Then Logan remembered a movie he'd seen once and, desperate to escape, searching along the sides of the room. He pulled the mattress from the bed. His luck struck gold when he opened a narrow cabinet in the back corner. The cabinet itself was empty and too small for Logan to hide inside should anyone open its door, but the back wall held a small panel cover. It wasn't terribly obvious unless you were looking for it, but Logan recognized it immediately and used his fingernails to slowly pry it out.

He couldn't see anything inside and had no idea where it went.

The plane came to a stop, and Logan could hear a man's shouts outside the aircraft.

Logan crawled through, the smell of warm rubber and exhaust trickling in to wherever he then was. Very carefully, he pulled the panel cover behind him and snuggly stuck it in place. He knew he wouldn't have long to hide, and he had to be very careful to not be seen getting away.

The boy sucked in his breath, finding courage despite the pain in his body, and began to feel his surroundings in the darkness.

- - -

Lauren's movements seemed deliberate, and Gene's responses were not, at least at first. When she pushed back her hips and ground herself slowly around his groin, his body pressed forward and his hand moved from her arm to her breasts. It took seconds to process what was just beneath his fingers, millimeters of fabric the only thing between. Lauren wore no bra, her nipple hard where he caressed the tip of her breast.

It took seconds more to realize he was petting his own daughter. Gene froze and so did Lauren. He had too many thing crashing with anger and frustration and fear in his head to weigh his thoughts. Am I really going to molest my daughter? Am I really fondling her breast? Did she just sigh with contentment?

- - -

Lauren turned her head slowly back towards her dad. She was anxious and scared that things had gone too far. She hadn't meant to push back against his erection, it just happened. It felt right, at least at the time. He was using his fingers on her breast and then just stopped moving. Is he mad? Did he not feel what I was feeling?

"Dad..." she said quietly, trying to read his expression, "I..."

"I love you, Lauren," he breathed, "I never want to hurt you..."

Lauren replied, "I know... I love you, too... and... you're not hurting me..."

"You're sure?"

She nodded, more sure than anything in her life. "Yes... I want this... I have for a while..."

"God, Lauren," her father replied, "I have, too... ever since Victor's mansion... when you were in bed with us..."

She smiled, "I remember." Her father's fingers began to move on her breast again, and Lauren's hips responded. Her body flushed and her mind flooded with urgency. Without a thought, Lauren pushed her pants down to her thighs, moist panties drawn with them, and then bent herself forward, her naked ass against him. "Dad... I want this..."

- - -

Dad. I want this.

Nothing in the world sounded sweeter in Gene's ears than those words. He looked down, Lauren's soft, pale buttocks rounding as she bent forward. His hand was on them quickly, touching them gently at first, goosebumps rising on her flesh. Gene parted her cheeks and swept his hand through his daughter's hairy slit. He shivered, his erection straining to be released.

She was wet, slickness spreading easily onto his fingers, the scent of her body rising up, strong and arousing. Gene pushed down his pants and his cock pulsed, smacking against his daughter's butt. She was trembling lightly, her eyes turned back towards him. Before he did so, Lauren took hold of his dick, his body tingling, and guided Gene's penis into her vagina.

Wet heat spread along his length. Tight and slippery, his daughter's pussy was perfectly stretching around his penetration. Gene groaned, "Lauren... Ohhh... Ohhh..."

- - -

Lauren's body tensed at first contact. She pushed back, letting go of her dad's penis as he rose against her. He filled her so nicely, thick and hard and perfect inside her body. "Uhnnn..." she moaned, closing her eyes and settling her head on his arm, "Oh... Dad..."

"Lauren... Oh, Lauren..." he breathed.

It was perfect that way. Her dad curled his arm around her chest, fondling her again, pulling her closer as they mated, the wet sounds of their bodies squishing with each thrust. Her father slid his hand down over her stomach, teasing butterflies and sending them racing between her legs. She giggled as he tickled her navel, then moaned as his fingers found her erect clit.

The teen strained and humped back against him, her father's hard penis just the right length to fill her completely. She clamped down on his length as he lightly pinched her nipples, his hand under her shirt, fingers warm and gentle.

She felt him stiffen, swelling inside her vagina. Lauren moaned, "Mmm... Ohhh... Ohhh... Ohhhmmmm... Ohhhhhhhh...," cresting, crashing quickly into orgasm around her father's cock.

- - -

Lauren's orgasm drove Gene quickly towards release. He humped her as his daughter's pussy creamed, slippery juices sliding down his groin and balls. Gene moved his hand higher, grasping her lovely young breast, strained to push deeper into Lauren's cunt, and unloaded, spurting his semen in short, forceful bursts.

Relief and bliss washed over him as he squeezed his seed into his daughter's vagina. "God, Lauren... God..."

"Mmm... Mmm... ohhhh..."

They lay coupled together, moving slowly, rocking softly, Gene's cum trapped inside Lauren's pussy.

That moment should have lasted forever, Gene thought, but a soft knock at the door and Holly's voice interrupted them. "Gene? There's news... about your wife."