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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- A Silly Idea - 3 by Obmuj (address withheld) *** Dottie, eleven, has had sex with her brother Russ, eighteen, and now they are about to introduce their cousins, twin sisters, Jan and Jen into the world of incest - via rape and worse. (MF-teens/g, nc, rp, inc, rom, v, sn) *** Sex. The twins saw Russ and Dottie on the bed and Russ was between his little sister's legs and both Jan and Jen, their first cousins, knew they were seeing sex between a brother and sister. "Heck, why didn't you knock or ring the door bell," Dottie asked the twins, as she lay under her brother." Russ continued to drive his cock in and out of her underdeveloped pussy? "Get off me Russ, and lets watch our cousins show me how to masturbate, after all they promised to do that for me." Jan undressed first and Russ was amazed she had little points of hardened skin flaps for nipples on her breast, and the right nipple and the skin around it was brown, while the left was light pink. Looking down at her pussy, he saw she had not started to get her hair covering over her little twat. Moving over to set on the edge of the bed, Russ turned his attention to the other twin, Jen, as she started to undress. Once her shirt was off, he noted she had the same tiny pointed tits, and her right breast was brown and the left pink. "Why are your tits different color, and they have funny nipples sticking up from them?" "Cause we are identical twins, we have the same breast, and daddy says are titties are different because our mom got pregnant by our grandpa and not him," Jan told Russ. Jen moved over onto the bed and begin to play with Dottie's tiny little clit, and soon was making her cry out from the wonderful feeling. Within a few minutes she had Dottie ready to go-off, and as she was entertaining Dottie, Russ had moved over and pulled Jan down on the bed with him. Within minutes he was moving his body on top of his cousin, but she told him to stop. "Don't! Get off me Russ, get off me. I'm not going to let you fuck me. Stop, damn you," Jan cried out as she struck at Russ to make him leave her alone. Grabbing Jan's hands with one of his, he slapped her across the face with his other hand and told her, "Bitch, you hit me again and I'll bust your nose." Again Russ was over her body and guiding his cock to the entrance of her tiny pussy hole. Russ felt the end of his cock parting the small hole as he worked his cock into the small slit. The head of his cock slipped inside Jan's tiny pussy, and as it did, she felt a tremendous pain, as he pushed onward into her until he was against her cherry. "You asshole, Russ stop, I don't want to be fucked." "NO! STOP! STOP! IT HURTS! NO RUSS, YOU MUST STOP! DON'T RAPE ME! AWGH IT IS HURTING ME! STOP, OH PLEASE STOP!" Jan cried out to no avail. Russ loved hearing his cousin scream out as he was nearly ready to burst her cherry open, and bury his cock completely up inside what would be a torn and bleeding pussy of his young cousin. Dottie and Jen were watching the action between Russ and Jan, and Jen asked Dottie, "Will he rape me?" "No, he won't rape anyone else, ever, a strange and cruel sounding male voice said in answer to Jen's question to Dottie. The four cousins all turned in the direction of the voice they heard coming from the doorway, and as they looked, a load gun shot tore through the room. The bullet tore into the back of Russ's head, and he fell forward on top of the tiny girl he was raping, his own eleven-year-old cousin. His cock was forced through Jan's cherry as he fell on top of her, and she screamed out, both from fear and the popping of her cherry by her dead cousin Russ' cock. The three girls were crying and begging the man not to hurt them, and he walked over and hit Dottie on the head with the butt of his 9mm. "Shut up, and lay down on your stomachs, and if you move, I will shoot you next, UNDERSTAND?" Using some tape, he wrapped it over their mouth, then bound their hands behind them. After they were secured, he looked at them and asked, "Are you two still virgins," and he was looking at Jen and Dottie? "Please mister, I'm still a virgin, and just let us go," Jen mouthed against the tape covering her mouth. Removing his clothes, he moved onto the bed, turning Jen onto her back. As he got between her tiny legs, he saw the funny looking tits both girls had, and wondered if the comment that their mom had gotten pregnant by her dad, the girl's grandpa? His cock was hard, and he had been in prison for the past fifteen years, for two counts of murder, and rape of four women. Two days ago, he had escaped from prison, and had made his way to the street where he watched the two girls take a key from under the flower pot at the edge of the porch, and open the door to the house, then return the key. For Brad Jones, the lack of sex, except from taking some young guy up his butt for the past fifteen years, had made him want pussy. When he had spotted the two young girls, entering the house, he simply waited for them to enter and then he followed. Now he moved his cock to the edge of the crying and trembling little girl of eleven. Wetting his cock head with spit, he pushed it between the resisting lips of the small pussy, and when he felt it start to enter, he pulled back and jammed it inside the screaming gagged girl. Brad loved hearing girls scream when they were fucked for the first time, especially those with no hair on their cunts, and little tits that are just pushing up through the skin on their chest. After he fucked Jen, and an hour later, he fucked Dottie, then he pounded out his lust on the semi-awake Jan, who still was dazed from the lose of her cherry by her cousin after he was shot dead. God, Jan thought, I lost my cherry to a dead boy and he fell on top of me - DEAD! Then she couldn't stand to watch and listen to the man and her cousins. For the next two hours, Brad rode the girls, and even did all three of them up their butts. The most cruel thing that the killer made them do was suck on Russ' cock as he lay dead. At one in the afternoon, Brad went down to the kitchen to get himself something to eat. After eating, he walked back to the bedroom where his three playmates were still laying nude on the bed. Looking at the three of them, he decided to take Dottie first, and as his cock was thrust up inside her pussy, he shot her in the side of her head. Jen and Jan saw what happened and knew they were about to be murdered. They attempted to cry out for the man not to harm them, but the tape made their screams and fears unheard. Jan was next, and she felt the man moving his cock into her body and she sobbed out, she knew she would be dead in a few minutes - shot in the head. Jan did not hear the gun shot, she was dead from the bullet passing through her brain before the sound reached her ears. Moving from the dead twin, Brad had to pull the other one to him as she was kicking and trying to get away. He slapped her and then pulled her legs open and leaned down and almost bite her clit off in his rage of her kicking him. Brad thrust his cock into the bleeding pussy, and fucked her until he shot his cum up into her womb, then pulled the trigger. Walking into the large bedroom, which he knew was the parents, he found the master bath, and took a long hot shower. After drying off, he stood in front of the mirror and shaved. Looking through the closet in the room, he found several suit that he knew belonged to the father of the girl and her brother. The suits were his size, and he picked out a blue one, and found a shirt and tie that matched the suit. Finding socks and underwear in the dresser, he dressed and then picked out a pair of black dress shoes to complete his clothes. Walking from the room he looked in the room that he knew had to be the one the boy slept in. Picking up the casual shorts on the chair, he found the keys to the convertible in the garage, and then looked and found money in the pockets of the shorts, and even more in Russ' billfold. Going back into the master bedroom, he looked around until he found more money. Leaving in the convertible, he drove until he was able to find a place where he could drive the car over the side of the hill so it would land in the river below. Brad knew that by the time the car was found, several weeks could pass, and that would give him time to be further away from the scene of the mass murders of the kids. Russ walked back to the road and saw a car approaching with a woman driver. Little did he know, that the woman was the mother of the boy and girl, and the aunt of the twins. She stopped, and in doing so, became another count of murder against Brad. "Hello, are you having car trouble?" the woman asked as she saw the well dressed man, and stopped to assist him, which she never did before? Once Brad was inside the car, the woman turned pale as her eyes took in the tie, shirt, suit and looking down, the shoes. No way, there is no way someone could have purchased all the same items to wear like her husband. By them it was to late, Brad pulled his gun and told the woman to turn down the next road. Turning onto a dirt road, the woman pulled the car over as she was told after traveling about mile. "Pull up there in those trees, and do as I tell you and you won't be hurt." "Turn the car off, hand me the keys, then slide over this way and get out," Brad ordered the frightened woman. Brad got out and opened the back door of the SUV. "Take off your clothes and do it quick or you will be shot in the time it takes to catch a breath of air." Unable to not do as she was told, the woman undressed. Brad looked at the woman and noted the strange looking nipples, similar to those on the twin girls, no he thought, it can't be. "Okay, get in their and lay down, you and I are going to fuck, and if you resist, your dead - real dead!" For the next ten minutes the woman suffered the brutal rape and when she felt the man bite the pointed nipples that appeared to be harden flaps of skin that poked out from her breast, she cried out and knew he had drawn blood. "Okay, now get out of the car and follow me." She knew he was leading her into the woods and was going to kill her, and she begged him. "Please don't kill me, I have two little girls, please don't kill me - I want to live." "Tell me something and it best be the truth, if you want to live, do you understand?" "YES! OH YES!" "Do you have twin girls with nipples like yours and they are around ten or eleven?" "Tes, but how do you know that?" "Never mind, but tell me the damn truth, did your daddy do you, and how often did your daddy fuck you before he got you pregnant, and the girl's right breast nipples are brown and the left nips are pink?" "The girls, oh - how do you know?" As she asked Brad slapped her across the face with his hand. "Now tell me the truth, did your daddy fuck you and how many times, and is your father the father of your twins?" "Yes, my father started having sex with me when I was nine, and he got me pregnant when I was fourteen, and we had sex almost ever day from the time I was nine, even when I was having my periods." She continued telling the man, "Some days he would have sex with me two or three times." "How do you know these things, how do you know about my daughters br..." and the look on the woman's face as she felt the bullet hit her chest, as she was saying breast, froze an image of lust in Brad's eyes. He walked away, letting her nude body fall backwards onto the ground as the bullet tore into her body. Brad got into the SUV and drove away, leaving her bleeding naked body on the ground, assuming she was dead. After the man left, she climbed to her feet, and staggered to the road and then the highway. She sat nude along the highway, and an eighteen-wheeler hit the jake-brake and pulled to a stop. He picked the woman up and put her in his cab and drove to the nearest town, and on the way, notified the highway patrol of what he had found, over his CB. Walking into the house, he wondered why his wife's SUV wasn't in the drive. He looked around and didn't see his son and daughter, and he walked to the bedrooms. Looking in his little girl's room, he froze. Before him lay the nude dead bodies of his son, daughter and his brother's twin daughters. He screamed and begin cry. Then he noted his daughter move an arm, and then he saw her mouth was taped shut. He pulled the tape from her mouth, and she sobbed out she hurt, hurt really bad. He picked up the phone in his daughter' room and called 911. Within moments, the police and emergency units were being dispatched. The police were the first to arrive, and the officer stayed with the man and his daughter until the medics arrived. As the ambulance drove away, the police were asking him questions and another detective arrived and asked what his wife looked like and her name. Telling the officer his wife's name and description, he found out his wife had been shot, but was at a hospital undergoing emergency treatment. The police asked about his wife's car, and after getting the information from the grieving man, drove him to the hospital where both his wife and daughter were. Two state highway troopers were driving the interstate, and looking for the SUV, when the one office spotted it traveling in the opposite direction. The officer radioed for back up as his partner pulled through the medium and moved to catch up with the SUV, and the shooting suspect driving the vehicle. "All units, the suspect may be an escaped murderer, use extreme caution, and await back up before attempting to capture," came the call over the police radios. Within ten minutes a plan to surround the vehicle was in force, and the offices who had spotted the suspect, had there guns drawn and ready. The trooper who was riding, had removed the shotgun from the holder, and had pumped a shell into the chamber. Five miles down the highway, a roadblock was in place and several tractor-trailer rigs were blocking the highway, even onto the shoulder. The blockade was set up at a bridge over the river, so there was no way the driver could pull around the large rigs. Nearly fifty police cars were now in pursuit or waiting the SUV and the murder suspect. The car radio was announcing a news broadcast about the murders, and that there were two survivors. Brad knew he was in trouble when he looked in his mirror and saw no traffic behind him, except about a quarter mile behind him were blinking blue and red lights. Within moments he saw the trucks blocking the highway bridge over the river, and knew he could not get around them without driving into the river. Slowing down he recognized he only had one choice. He would take out a cop with him, and he pulled to a stop, about a 100 feet from the rigs blocking his escape. Gripping both 9mm weapons, one each of his hands, he waited for the police to walk up to where he was parked. Brad knew they would tell him to put his hands out the window, but he wouldn't do that. He waited and for an hour the police kept asking him to exit the SUV. He didn't move, then decided to play a game with the police, he fired one shot into the car seat, jerked his head back as if he had done himself in, and then waited. The police believing he had shot himself, rushed the SUV. Four officers fell dead before more than a hundred shots rang out and hit the man or the SUV, or both. Six months passed during their recovery, before Dottie and her parents could take a trip, and to forget the ordeal she and her mother had endured. They booked a large stateroom cabin on a fourteen day cruise, and the first night on board ship, the three of them stood along side the deck and watched the stars and the waves from the ship. Dottie looked at her mother as she held her hand, and asked her mother, "Mommy did the twins grandpa have sex with daddy's sister and father the twins?" "Yes, sweetheart." During the time she was recovering, Dottie become twelve, and her body was now adorned with tiny hills of breast, not large but enough that the nipples had a place to perch on. A small growth of silk like hair was growing on the upper lip of her pussy, and across the area just above her clit. She loved the few strands of straight hair, and had found playing with her clit brought her tremendous relief. Another thing that Dottie found out, was she now wanted the feeling of a cock stroking inside her little crack that was nestled between the labia that was starting to be puffy lips. Dottie knew that she would have to be the one to initiate any action between she and her parents, especially with sexual actions her father. Dottie decided to tell her parents for the first time, the real truth about she and her brother, Russ, and that he had taken her cherry. She commenced telling how she and Russ had sex and all that had happened when the man caught them. Dottie reached out and took her father's hand in her other hand, and asked, "Can we all sleep together tonight, you know like real close, and daddy you can do... END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 33