The Community: Just Another Day

Silent Steps

The author says: "This is the tale of a secretive community where incest is the norm, treated as a healthy part of family life. Especially for the children. This is my pet fantasy, so I hope you like it."

LSR has been a fan of Silent Steps for some time and is pleased to bring his work to our audience.

It was a sunny and dry June morning. Sylvia Aubern was washing the dishes, looking the part of a traditional housewife in her apron and modest dress. Her dense brunette hair was tied up in a bun, and her conservative clothes somehow seemed to enchance the width of her child-baring hips. She looked every bit the part of the mother that she was. And she was more than happy with the life she had been blessed with.

Back home, she had been both sexually and emotionally repressed. Society's roles and rules had been hammered into her from an early age - but so had something else. Her uncle, bless his heart, had made love to her when she was only six. It had been the most liberating moment of her life; her first orgasm, her first taste of semen, her first kiss. But watching him be taken away and put in prison had been traumatic. They tried so hard to convince her she was a victim, and that the source of the trauma was the pleasure she'd shared with that gentle man. She quickly learned that this was the fate of so many young girls and boys, and it broke her heart. How could sex innately harm a child? Try as they might, they could not sell Sylvia the official line.

How excited she had been to discover the Community ten years ago.

Even now, the heavy, rythmic slapping of skin against skin echoed through the walls of her home as she washed her forks and knives. She shut her eyes to listen. It was the music of sex. The sound of a family, doing the things families ought to do. The sound of a loving father pounding away into one of the very children he helped bring into being. Now, which one could it be?

Sylvia listened hard, trying to divine who was whom from the sounds. The thing about small children is that their moans are all so high pitched, it is hard even for a mother to distinguish who it belongs to. It couldn't be little Cassie. Her father could only fit a little past the head of his cock into her, and that wasn't enough for such full, firm thrusts... anally was possible, but you'd still need to be gentler than that a child so little. It could have been her older sister, Lucy. Both of that girl's holes could be pounded like that, and frequently were. Or maybe it was Samuel, the pretty middle child of 7. The boy with an ass so cute and round it made her want to nibble on the cheeks.

Curious, Sylvia paused her dishwashing and shut off the faucet, stepping out into the hallway for a better look.

Now she could recognize Samuel's voice gasping "daddy" between a few of the thrusts. She peeked into his room with a smile. She had always admired the unique beauty of man/boy love, especially when the man was as handsome as this one. Her husband, Terrance, had such a beautiful body. A strong bald head, a tightly muscled back... and not a bad ass either. It was delightful to see how his muscles worked atop a small child. Aside from his voice, the only sign of little Samuel was a pair of cute little feet up around his father's haunches. The rest of him was completely obscured by the adult who was fucking him.

Sylvia's sex grew more and more flushed against her panties. She loved watching Terrance fuck his little boy. But she didn't want to interfere, either. She just peeped, taking pride in her son's ability to take every inch of her husband's considerable girth.

Samuel was a little raven-haired cutie, with the sweetest and most kissable thick lips you ever saw on a boy. He got those from his mother, Sylvia mused - those and his tight little bubble butt. The boy seemed to crave anal like a drug, to the point where even Sylvia would end up fingering him while playing with his adorable little penis. He always responded well to anything up his tight, pink anus - but nothing like the cock that brought him into this world.

"Oh daddy..." The boy's soft little voice cooed again, his hands lacing around the strong neck above him. Samuel pulled himself up and buried his face in the familiar forest of his father's chest hairs.

"You're so warm..." Terrance replied in a choked voice, leaning down to kiss the boy on the top of the head as he groped at the two cute buns he was pounding so hard at. That thick adult cock was in a truly wonderful place. Sylvia imagined that it was being exquisitely massaged by the muscles of the child's oriface, heated by the oven-like passage beyond. She knew how it felt around her fingers, so her husband had to be on cloud nine!

To Sylvia's delight, the position got even sexier. The boy was pulled upright onto his daddy's bent legs, face to face. Father and son kissed in this position - a soft, gentle kiss on the lips, like any father would give to his child. Then the boy's legs were grasped by his father's larger, stronger hands and lifted, turning him in place.

Submitting to this, Samuel hooked one arm around Terrance's neck and maneuvered himself until his back was pressed up where his face has been. He got his adorable little toes kissed along the way, causing him to giggle as he unsteadily adjusted himself upon his father's shaft. For Sylvia, this was a perfect position, because Samuel's cute boy dick bounced upright in a full, preteen erection. Terry's sac, larger and neatly haired, formed a pillow for the boys tighter and hairless scrotum.

Terry grabbed his boy by the waist and chest, leaned back, and began to hammer upwards while Samuel slammed his hips right back. They began to mate furiously, adult and child, that cute little boy dick bouncing in place. After a few thrusts, Terrance's big strong fingers grasped the juvenile dick and began to stroke it tenderly in time to the thrusts.

"Ahhhhh... I love you, daddy!" The child heaved as his ass pinkened from the 'spanking' of his father's hips. The slaps were even louder than before.

"I love you too, big guy." growled his father in reply, never letting up.

Sylvia could see that her husband's balls were tightening. She bit her thumb and closed her eyes, listening to their mutual moans as they got louder, louder, and then turned strained as Terrance squirted inside Samuel's little ass. He always shot a huge load, enough that the child would feel it spurting hotly on the walls of his colon. Little Samuel would keep it inside him for hours, Sylvia knew, because he loved the way it tingled in his guts. Perhaps he was having a dry orgasm in his excitement, or maybe the tingle of cum pouring in him was enough to make him make such happy sounds. Either way, Samuel was in his happy place.

Deciding it best to leave the boys in their afterglow, Sylvia crept outside for some fresh air. Her panties were damp, but that wasn't uncommon in this household. Or in the Community in general. There would be time to take care of her own needs later. She had three beautiful children to fuck, after all.

Sylvia sat in the swing on their porch and slid her hand down her panties, stroking herself leisurely as she drank in the wonderful weather. Throughout the town, with its green grasses and white picket fences, cocks and tongues and fingers were plunging in and out of tiny vaginas and bottoms, and sperm was unloading into children's mouths. The place would be a horror story to so many people... but in reality, to those who understood, it was paradise. A safe haven, hidden away from the repressive world, where child and adult could lay together and be celebrated in it.

To Sylvia, and to many others, this was home.