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(Mm+/Ff, dom/sub, nc, orgy, bi, inc, 1st) *** We got a new neighbor several months ago. He bought the large house next door. He's an older guy, probably in his mid forties. Dad thinks it's weird that a single guy bought the biggest house on the street and lives alone. And he never seems to go out either. We never see him go to work or have friends over or go out at night. The only time we see him is when he goes to the store or when he does his yard work. Dad said he thinks the guy is gay because he lives alone and he's fixing his house up. He sure seems to be spending a lot of money on it. He got all new windows and had people working inside until it looked like he was rebuilding the house from the inside out. He also had a swimming pool built in the back yard. Not one of those kinds that they dig a hole and truck in a preformed pool either. I saw it once when it was almost finished. They had left the back gate open and I snuck in and man, you should see it! It's huge! Not square either. It's shaped like a clover with a big fake cliff at one end that is going to be a waterfall. I haven't seen it since they finished but I would really like to. It must be beautiful. I don't care if he's gay but dad can't stand the guy and he has never even talked to him. I saw him talking to Mrs. Phillips once. She lives on the other side of him. They were both working in the yard and they talked for a few minutes. I asked her about him later but she couldn't tell me much. She said that he seemed nice enough. He was friendly but didn't talk about himself. She didn't learn anything about him. No one but dad has had anything to complain about since the new guy moved in. He doesn't make any noise and his house is now the nicest one on the block. My mom never says anything when dad makes his little comments about the new neighbor. She doesn't like gay people either. But then, she doesn't like much of anything. She especially doesn't seem to like anything that has to do with sex. She freaked out a couple of months ago when she found a copy of Playboy in my brother's room. I thought it was funny but she jumped all over my brother and when dad came home she started in on him as soon as he sat down at the table. I was thinking, "Geez mom! Get over it! It's just naked women for Christ's sake!" It could have been a lot worse. What if he had been looking at naked men? She would have had a heart attack! I didn't see anything wrong with it. He's fifteen. That's old enough to be looking at pictures like that. Besides, Playboy isn't so bad. When I get older I think it would be cool to have my picture in Playboy. Except I wouldn't want my brother to see them. That would creep me out. Dad said that he'd take care of it. Poor Brad just sat there at the table trying to eat. He was so embarrassed he couldn't look anyone in the eye. I thought that was a sucky thing to do to the kid, not that I don't mind seeing him suffer a little from time to time. I don't know what dad said to him. I never heard any more about it. Dad works for a bank downtown. He's a loan officer. Mom is a stay at home mom. Most of my friend's mothers work and sometimes I wish mine did too. She is a good mom. She keeps the house real neat and she is a great cook. But sometimes it seems like she is always watching us. She is always home and making sure we don't have any fun. She got her own computer last year and she spends a lot of time on that. Dad kids her about it. He jokingly says things like, "If he didn't know her better he'd swear she was spending all of her time looking at porn." Mom got all upset when he said that. She doesn't even like it when people use the word porn. She says that she is spending her time on line talking with her sister, Aunt Helen and with her best friend who moved to the upstate a few months ago. She got all defensive. She got so upset that I almost started to wonder if she was looking at porn! School let out for the summer last Friday. I'm a good student and I like school. But I have to be honest. I like summer vacation a whole lot more. My brother started hanging around with his friends, Larry and Gordy during the day. I was pretty much on my own for the first two weeks. I didn't mind though. I love to read and I liked being able to sleep late and enjoy the peace and quiet. My best friend Gail, the girl I spend most of my free time with, was on a two week vacation with her parents at their cabin in the mountains. Well, it isn't really their cabin. They rent it every year as soon as school gets out. I went with them once. It was a real neat cabin but it is really out in the woods and there is nothing to do there. It is on a nice lake but the water is so cold you can't even swim in it. So I was just taking it easy until Gail comes home. Mostly I was just reading, going to the park or lying out in the backyard. I would lie there and wish I could use the pool next door. I would also wish that my mother was a working mother like most of my friend's mothers. I was forced to lay out in a modest two piece suit that looked like a granny suit. Mom would not allow me to wear a real bikini. Not long ago I was all alone in the backyard reading my book and getting some sun. I unfastened the strap on my top so that I could get some sun on that white line across the middle of my back. Mom caught me and went nuts. Crap! You would have thought that I was lying there naked! She went on and on about morals and modesty and I kept nodding and saying, "Sure mom," and, "Yes mom." But all I was thinking was, "What a fucking prude!" You guys are probably bored to death by all this but I thought that it was important to give you a little background about my family and all, because something happened. It started the first Monday after school let out. Well, I became aware of it then. I'm not sure when it started. I was convinced that my mother was the most uptight woman in the world. I still loved her though. That was why I was so concerned when that Monday after school got out for the summer I saw something really strange. I was in my bedroom. I had just put my suit on and I was about to go out in the backyard and get some of that late afternoon sun. I had picked up my book and my IPod. I stood up and I saw my mother coming out of our new neighbor's backyard. Mom seemed to be limping. She was looking around nervously. It looked as though she was afraid that someone would see her. For some reason the word "furtive" came to mind. I had never used that word in a sentence but when I watched my mom sneaking back over to our house and looking around to make sure she wasn't seen I knew what furtive looked like. That really piqued my curiosity. I didn't think that she would do anything wrong. She was the most uptight female that I knew. But something just didn't look right. I wrapped a towel around myself and grabbed my book and my sunglasses and went downstairs. She was coming in and when we met on the stairs she looked scared! I asked, "What's the matter mom? Are you okay?" She was really flustered. She nodded and replied, "I'm fine Lisa." She didn't look fine. I said, "I saw you coming out of our new neighbor's yard. Did you talk to him? What is he like? And why are you limping?" She turned bright red and said, "I'm limping because I twisted my ankle. And I wasn't in our neighbor's yard. You must be mistaken." She turned then and said, "I have to go put something on my ankle. You go on out in the back yard. And make sure you use enough sun block!" Okay, now that was weird. I saw her coming out of the guy's yard! She was lying to me! I turned and watched her limp upstairs and then I went out and stretched out on my towel to get some sun. I opened my book but I couldn't read. My mind was going around in circles over my mother lying to me. I could not imagine my mother ever telling a lie. She was the most modest, the most prudish, and the most proper person that I knew. For just a fraction of a second I wondered if she could be having an affair with our new neighbor. But I dismissed that thought before it was even fully formed. It wasn't even remotely possible. I put my book down and rested my head on my arms and enjoyed the warm rays of the sun on my back and my legs and my mind replayed what I had seen over and over. There was just no explanation for it. I was no Nancy Drew but I resolved to keep my eye out for more strange behavior from my mother. The curiosity was killing me. Nothing more was said about what I saw that afternoon. By the time I went back in the house my mother seemed to be back to normal. She was no longer limping and she was no longer flustered. But she seemed to be having a hard time looking me in the eye. The next day I had planned to go to the library. Well, that was what I told my parents. I was actually planning to meet a couple of friends at the Dairy Queen. I got dressed and headed out down the street. But when I was half way to the end of the block I remembered that I had forgotten my money. I did not carry money as a general rule. I could be pretty absent minded sometimes and I had lost my purse on a couple of occasions. So I left my money and my important things like my library card and my student ID at home unless I needed them. I swore and wheeled around just in time to see my mother come out of our house and after looking around to make sure that she was unobserved she rushed across our driveway, crossed our new neighbor's driveway, and hurried down beside his house. From where I was standing I couldn't see if she entered his house or went into his backyard. I waited for her to return to our house but finally it was apparent that she was not going right back to our house. I started walking back down the street and as I walked I called one of the girls I was supposed to meet and told her that something had come up and I wouldn't be able to make it today. I went home and went back upstairs to my room. My bedroom window looked out on our driveways. From there I could see the side door of the neighbor's house and the gate into his backyard. I felt funny spying on my mom but I was afraid that something was wrong and…I don't know. I just needed to know. I stared out of my bedroom window for more than an hour before my mother came back out of the neighbor's back yard. Once more she looked around nervously and when she was certain that she was not being observed she hurried to our side door and came in. I listened as she rushed upstairs to her room. I waited until I heard the shower running in the master bath before I started to sneak back out of the house. Her bedroom door was open when I made my way quietly down the hall. I glanced in to make sure she wasn't in her room. I didn't want her to see me sneaking out. I heard her in the shower and I knew it was safe. I started back down the hall but then I stopped. I quietly made my way back to her room and, making sure she was still in the shower I snuck in. The clothes she had been wearing were on the bed and to say that I was shocked would be an understatement. On top of her very conservative dress was a set of the sexiest, laciest underwear that I had ever seen. I would have bet anything I own that my mother had never worn anything like the bra and panty set I was staring down at. I stared at them for a moment and then I went over and picked up her panties. I felt like a criminal spying on her this way. But I couldn't stop myself. I held the panties up and stretched them out. They were really beautiful, very, very sexy. But they were just not something my mother would ever wear. I held them up about face high and I was looking at them when something suddenly fell onto my elbow. It was warm and wet and had a very strong smell. I shivered and under my breath I said, "Ewww! Gross!" I lowered my mother's underwear and looked inside. The crotch was soaking wet and there was more of that stuff on the crotch panel that hadn't soaked in yet. I sniffed it and even though I had never seen or smelled it before I knew damn well what it was. My mother had a man's cum in her panties! I stood there staring in shock at the crotch of her underwear until I heard my mom turn the shower off. I dropped the panties and hurried out of the room. I was almost panicking. I started to turn and go back to my room. But then I came to my senses and hurried down the stairs and went outside. I stood on the steps for a few minutes and tried to calm down. Then I went back in the house. I didn't hear my mom so I called out and told her that I was home. She called back down the stairs that she didn't feel well and was lying down. That was perfect with me. I couldn't face her right now. I went up to my room and sat there staring out of my window at nothing. My mind was spinning like a top. This just could not be! My straight laced, up tight, puritan of a mother was having an affair! Even after seeing the evidence I didn't believe it! To be honest I wasn't just upset about her having an affair. I sat on my bed for a long time and the more I thought about it the angrier I became that she would throw a freaking fit over Brad having a Playboy and then all but consign me to hell if I wanted a bikini. And all the while she was running next door and fucking the gay guy that had just moved in. I laughed to myself then. I thought that dad would be so relieved to find out that the guy wasn't gay after all. All I had to do was wait for him to come home and say, "Good news dad. The new next door neighbor isn't gay after all. I know because he is fucking mom." I'm sure that my homophobic father would be so relieved. I was still sitting there trying to decide what, if anything, I should do when Brad got home. He stopped by my room on the way to his own. He stood at my door and it looked like he was going to say something but he stopped when he saw me. I never did find out what he had come in to say. He looked at me for a minute and asked, "What's wrong? You look like you just found out you're pregnant." I gave him a dirty look and then I tried to decide if I should tell him what I had seen. I did not doubt for a second that if dad found out that mom was having an affair with the next door neighbor he would be gone. He was one of those religious conservative "eye for an eye" kinds of guys. He was one of the more intolerant people I know and I didn't know what was going to happen but I knew that I didn't want my family to be split up. Brad and I were pretty close. As close as any brother and sister I guess. We fought sometimes but we had our own groups of friends and we didn't really interact that much. I suppose he is alright for brother. I trust him. I just didn't know if he could keep this to himself and I was afraid that he would say something to mom more than I was that he would tell dad. I decided that I had best keep what I knew to myself for now. I told him that nothing was wrong. He didn't believe me but I suppose he was afraid that it was some "female" thing. He sure as hell didn't want to hear about any of that stuff and he let it go. He forgot all about whatever had brought him into my room to start with and he turned and went to his room. Dad went to work at the usual time the next day and Brad had a baseball game at ten. I told my mom that I was going to the park down the street for a couple of hours and went down the street far enough that I thought she wouldn't spot me and watched from behind a tree. I only had to wait fifteen minutes before my mother snuck out of the house and into our neighbor's backyard. I waited a few minutes and when she didn't return I walked quietly to the gate into our neighbor's yard. I listened for any indication of what was going on in there. I didn't hear anything at first. I heard the faint sound of the waterfall, but no one was talking. Not at first. I tried peeking through the boards but I couldn't see much of the backyard from where I was standing. I couldn't see any of the pool, the deck or the patio. I was just about to go in through my house and see if I could see anything through the fence in our yard. But just as I started to move away I heard a strong, quiet but arrogant sounding voice say, "Are you ready bitch?" What really shocked me though was when I heard my mother respond in a mousy little voice, "Yes master." I stood there in shock, unable to move. At first I wasn't even trying to decide what to do next. I wasn't thinking at all. I wasn't listening anymore. I was just standing there unable to think. I started to get some blood back into my brain and I thought that maybe I should go ahead and go to the park after all when suddenly the gate was thrown open and our new neighbor said "Don't stand out there and spy on us. Get in here!" I stared at him for a long moment. I was embarrassed at having been discovered. But I was terrified of what I would find if I stepped through that gate. He didn't seem to give me any choice though. Before I took my first step he leaned out and pointed to a small camera mounted on the side of the house and said, "Security system. If you are going to spy on people you need to learn to look for those." He stepped back to let me in and more than anything I wanted to run away. But I followed him into his big, beautiful backyard. He was wearing only a towel, which was scary enough. But my eyes went immediately to my mother. She was naked, kneeling on a cushion in front of a chair on the patio. She didn't look up. She stared straight ahead. I could see how embarrassed she was even from where I stood by the back gate. Her face and neck were bright red and she was staring down at the empty chair in front of her. I came to a screeching stop when I saw her. Our neighbor took several more steps before he realized I wasn't following him. He turned back and smiled at me. He gave me a few minutes to adjust to the shock. Instead of continuing on though, I took a step back and started to turn back to the gate. As I turned I said, "I shouldn't be here. I can't see this." He laughed quietly and in a commanding voice he said, "Get over here. You've already seen it. I think you know what is going on here. You might as well get the whole story." I suddenly realized that I didn't want to know the whole story. I wanted this to all be a bad dream. I wanted everything to go back to what it was three days ago. What I had heard, and what I saw now with my own eyes was totally beyond my power to absorb and comprehend. But I think that what was surprising me more than anything else was that my mother was continuing to kneel on that cushion as our neighbor escorted me across the yard and onto the patio. I couldn't understand why she didn't jump up and cover herself or scream at me to leave. I couldn't understand any of this. As if he were reading my mind our neighbor said, "I suppose you are wondering what is going on." And then, apparently just to satisfy his idle curiosity he asked, "Have you ever seen her naked before? She is terribly shy." I shook my head. I didn't trust myself to speak. He grinned and said, "She's very sexy isn't she? I was pleasantly surprised when I got her clothes off for the first time. She is a very good fuck too. But we are really having to work on her cocksucking skills. Can you believe a woman her age can't suck a cock?!" I was blushing as deeply as my mother by the time he finished talking. This was not a conversation that I wanted any part of. He was talking about things that a teenage girl did not want to even contemplate her mother doing. Obviously my mother had sex. My brother and I existed. But I didn't want to know about it. I didn't want to think about it. I most definitely didn't want take an active role in her sex life! When we stepped up onto the patio and into the shade of his awning he said, "Sorry, got sidetracked there. Let me show you why your mother is here." He indicated the chair beside where he had obviously been sitting and even though I wanted desperately to run from here I reluctantly sat in the chair. Our new neighbor had a very commanding presence. It seemed to be impossible to disobey him. I was now about three feet from my naked mother. I couldn't look at her though. I was much too embarrassed. Our neighbor sat in the chair beside me. His legs were spread and my mother was now between his knees. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that her eyes were closed, her lips were moving as though she was praying and she was shaking her head almost imperceptibly. But she didn't try to move away. She didn't protest. She knelt quietly and waited. The last thing that I had heard her say was "Yes master!" Our neighbor pulled a laptop computer closer and opened it. He turned it on and as it was booting up he said, "By the way, my name is Sean. Sean Maxwell. But I suppose that you should get used to calling me master." I heard my mother's sharp intake of breath when he said that. As the computer came to life he said, "I suppose that you are Lisa. You're sixteen, right?" I nodded. I was staring at the computer. It seemed like the only safe place to look. His towel was coming apart and I had never seen a naked man before. I wasn't ready to start and I didn't want to start with him. The computer finished booting and I was staring nervously at the desktop. Sean turned it towards him and started to open a file. As he did my mother whispered, "Please master. Please don't do this." In a calm voice he answered, "Shut up bitch. Your mouth is going to be busy enough in a couple of minutes." He said, "Okay Lisa. You and your brother and your mother each have computers. They are all connected to the internet through a wireless router and modem. It is a very convenient piece of equipment and reasonably secure from prying eyes when installed properly with a good firewall. Unfortunately for your mother, whoever set your system up didn't feel that was necessary, or they were too ignorant. I suppose that it wouldn't have mattered if your mother was the model of propriety that you thought she was." Sean opened several files and suddenly I was looking at pictures of my mother in various stages of undress and then in the nude. The pictures were not that good but they were in color and they were clear enough that it was obvious who I was looking at. Sean said, "I turned my computer on when I first moved in and I live close enough that I was receiving the signal from all three of your computers. I didn't set out to snoop but since they were there I watched and I must admit I was shocked. Here, watch this." He opened a video and I watched in dismay as my mother pushed her chair back. Her body was totally displayed now and she smiled at the camera and started to tease whoever this video had originally been sent to. She played with her breasts, pinched and pulled her nipples and then moved her hands down and began to masturbate for the pleasure of someone on the internet. Sean said, "I've got hours of this stuff. But that's just the beginning. The chats, oh my! You just won't believe the things she says to these men in those chats. But even that isn't the worst of it. Look at this." Mom squeaked and said in a desperate, pleading voice, "Oh god! Please master!" Sean looked annoyed and said, "I warned you. Get back to work!" I didn't want to look but I couldn't stop myself. I watched in shock while my mother, with tears running down her cheeks, bent down, spread the towel that covered him and took Sean's large, hard cock into her mouth and started sucking on it. I couldn't believe my eyes! I suddenly realized that I was staring at my mother sucking a cock and I whipped my head back around to face the laptop. Sean chuckled and closed the image of my mother masturbating. I was relieved that it was gone from the screen but I screamed when he opened a file and I saw a very clear photograph of myself in the nude. I stared in disbelief at the candid picture of me in the nude. I wasn't posing and it was obvious that I didn't know it was being taken. For the next minute or so I didn't hear anything that he was saying to me. My mind was trying to deal with the idea that there were pictures of me with no clothes on. I knew that the man beside me had seen me naked. And I knew that god knows how many strange men that my mother had met on the internet had been given nude pictures of me. The pictures were taken when I was in the bathroom. It appeared that the bathroom door had been opened just enough to permit my mother to take pictures of me getting out of the shower. There were several of them. He opened them one at a time. By the time three of the pictures had been opened every part of my body had been on display. As he went through them he said, "She was sending these to people she chatted with. It wasn't enough that she got naked and masturbated and offered to serve as a sex slave and do anything and everything they wanted. She also offered to let them use her teenage daughter as a slave. She has also offered to hide a camera in your bedroom so that they could watch you undress at night. In some of her chats she even agreed to have sex with you while they watched. Those chats are all fantasy of course. I doubt if she intended to do any of those things. They were just the things that turned her on, her and her male friends." THIS IS THE WOMAN WHO WOULDN'T LET ME BUY A BIKINI!!! I was speechless. I stared at the laptop, unable to look at him or her, especially since she still had his penis in her mouth. He closed the pictures but he said, "I've got dozens of those. Most of them were taken while you were in the bathroom but some were also taken in your bedroom. In some you are in your underwear but in most of them you are in the nude." He went down a list of chats that he had kept. There looked to be nearly a hundred of them. He selected one and said, "Here, you read this for a while. I'm going to let your mother finish her lesson now." He turned the computer to face me and he turned back toward my mother. He relaxed in his chair and said, "Okay cunt, suck me off. Let's see if you have gotten any better. Remember what I told you was going to happen if you gagged this time." I tried not to hear the sounds of my mother sucking his cock as I read the shocking things my mother had written in her chat with some strange man. It was really gross. She offered to do anything to please him. She wanted to be tied up and whipped and raped by large numbers of men. She promised to submit to sex with animals. She offered the man the opportunity to take the virginity of her teenage daughter, the girl in the pictures that she had just sent him. ME! She used the nastiest language and there didn't seem to be any perversion that didn't excite her. I read it slowly, letting it sink it. I had only read for a few minutes before I received another shock. I was becoming aroused! I wasn't sure why. I don't know much about sex really. I have never had sex. I haven't even masturbated! It has been drummed into me that sex is something that happens after marriage and that masturbation is a sin. I'm not sure that I buy it all. We live in a fairly permissive society and I know that a lot of my friends are no longer virgins. I know that almost everybody masturbates. I have tried it a couple of times and it felt good. But I was so self conscious I had to quit. And even though I didn't finish what I had started I still felt guilty for even trying. That's how uptight my parents have made me. So I was astounded at the things my mother had said in her chat, but equally astounded to find that I was becoming aroused. By the time I finally got to the end of the chat I was nearly panting. My nipples were hard and my pussy was wet. If I had been alone I am pretty sure that I would have been rubbing myself right then. Much of what I was reading about was new to me but it was really having an effect on me. Except for the slurping noise there had been silence from my mother and Sean while I read the chat log. Shortly after I finished I heard Sean say, "That's a good bitch. You're getting much better at that. Suck that cock you kinky cunt! I'm getting close now. Get ready to drink a big load of cum now." My head seemed to turn in that direction of its own accord. I found myself staring down at my mother working furiously to suck the large cock in her mouth. Then I saw Sean tense up and grab her head and swear loudly and I knew he was cumming. I had never seen anyone have an orgasm before. It was pretty intense. I saw my mother struggling and trying hard to swallow but she just couldn't do it without gagging. She looked terrified. But when she gagged her terror was magnified because of his previous threat. I didn't know what her punishment was going to be but it must be something pretty bad. She finally stopped swallowing and just held his cock in her mouth while he regained his composure. He was sitting at an angle to me and I could see my mother head on. I was sitting slightly behind him but I could just make out the smug look on his face. He looked pleased and I just knew that it was because my mother had failed to swallow his cum without gagging. After a few minutes he pushed her head away and said, "Go get me a beer bitch." She looked devastated as she walked away but I was unable to feel any pity for her. She had cheated on my father with the next door neighbor. He had not admitted it yet but it was pretty obvious that she was being blackmailed into being here and doing these things now. I didn't care. I was furious. She had taken nude pictures of me and handed them out freely to perfect strangers. Oh my god! What if someone at my school saw those! I'd never live that down! I was brought back to the present, or perhaps I should say my future, when Sean said, "And now for you little girl." I felt so dirty and so humiliated. I could hardly stand to look him in the eye. But I wondered what he thought he had on me that would make me call him master. He looked pretty sure of himself though and it worried me. It worried me because I had a secret. He said, "I suspect that I could convince you to serve me without too much trouble. I noticed how aroused you became when you read that chat. Those things turn you on just like they do your mother. They are the kinds of things that a good girl like you needs someone like me to make her do. Just like your mother needs me to force her. She puts on a good show of abject humiliation. But she loves what I am doing to her. I doubt if she has ever had as many orgasms in her entire previous life as she has had since I started blackmailing her. Yes Lisa, I am blackmailing her. But she would be heartbroken if I stopped." I thought to myself, "So one good way to hurt her would be to tell my dad. Then you would have nothing to blackmail her with." But then I reminded myself that the marriage would end, and it would end in a horrible, nasty fashion. As furious as I was with my mother I didn't want that to happen. Sean gave me a minute or two to let what he had said sink in. Before he started talking again I thought about what he had said. Would I really enjoy being treated the way that he is treating my mother?! I had been aroused by the chat he had showed me. I had never been exposed to those kinds of things and it surprised me that I had been turned on. But still, I wouldn't want to be his sex slave. I wouldn't want to be anyone's sex slave. Would I? I had another moment alone with my thoughts when my mother returned from the kitchen with his beer. He took it from her and ordered her to go stand by the waterfall with her back to us. He waited until she was out of hearing range before he started talking again. He still had that annoying arrogant look on his face. I had to keep staring at his face though, because his cock was still exposed and it made me very uncomfortable. He said, "I hacked into your computer too Lisa. I'll have to admit it was pretty damned boring. At least your brother looks at naked women and reads dirty stories. You seemed like the perfect kid. I was actually disappointed. I saw those pictures your mother took of you and I couldn't help thinking how great it would be to pop your cherry, and teach you how to suck a cock too. You are even hotter than your mother and that's saying something." His compliments were making me shudder. This guy was in pretty good shape but he was about ten years older than my father for heaven's sake! I didn't want him touching me! It worried me that he thought he knew something about me that would compel me to give in to him. It worried me because I did have a secret that no one knew. A very dark secret. But I was certain that there was no trace of it on my computer. There were, at one time, a large number of emails about it but I had deleted those almost a year ago. As much as I hated the idea of seeing his exposed privates it was nearly impossible to look him in the eye. It looked like he could read my mind. That was odd because I was almost too creeped out by all of this to know what I was thinking myself. But it really was like he was reading my mind. He chuckled and said, "You are thinking that there is no way that I could have found out. The problem is, sweetheart, those emails to Gail and Tina that you think were safely deleted, well, those things never go away. There are all kinds of software available to restore erased files. I know all about what happened last summer that could put all three of you in jail. I know about the stolen car and the hit and run. I did some checking and the woman you hit lived, but she was in the hospital for a long time and she still suffers from the effects of what you three did." I panicked. He knew! I didn't even try to deny it. He knew everything. It wasn't fair. Gail and I didn't know that Tina had picked us up in a stolen car. Some jerk had stopped at a liquor store and left his car running. Tina was walking by on her way to meet us in the park. She saw the car and jumped in and took off. She had never done a dishonest thing before in her life and she still doesn't know why she did it. She picked me and Gail up at the park and it was so great to be on wheels that it didn't bother us at first that she wouldn't tell us where she got the car. It didn't bother us that she didn't have a license. We were all fifteen so we knew she didn't have one. We didn't find out that the car was stolen until she hit a woman who stepped out from between two parked cars and knocked her right over one of the cars. It wasn't even Tina's fault. If she had a license and if she had been driving her own car they couldn't have said a thing to her. But as soon as it happened she sped off, driving like crazy. We were all panicky and crying and Gail and I were begging her to stop and go back but she finally screamed, "I CAN'T GO BACK!! I stole the fucking car! I don't have a license. Jesus! They'll lock me up until I'm twenty-one at least! Oh Jesus! Fuck me! Oh god! What if I killed her?!" Even though our fingerprints were not on file anywhere we wiped the car down like crazy and ditched it. Then we waited for weeks for the cops to show up and arrest us. The three of us exchanged a blizzard of emails for a couple of weeks and since then Gail and I have not had anything to do with Tina. We deleted all the emails and tried to forget about it. Actually, except for when something reminds me of it, like when there is a hit and run in the news, I have almost forgotten about it. But it never fails. Whenever something brings it back to the forefront of my mind I start having those nightmares again. I can still see the woman stepping out from between those parked cars with the cell phone plastered to her ear, totally oblivious of her surroundings. She never even saw the car that hit her. Sean had given me a minute for what he said to sink in. I didn't bother to try to deny it. I knew that it had been obvious from my face that I was involved. He said, "I checked with a detective friend. I know that the case is still active. I doubt if they are actively working it any longer. But it is still open. I also know that despite the attempts to wipe the car clean they found half a dozen clear prints and plenty of hair samples to make DNA matches with if they find the suspects." He was quiet for a second and then he said, "I think that it is time for you to start calling me master, don't you?" In a desperate, pleading voice I exclaimed, "I didn't know. I didn't know she stole the car. I was in the back seat! I didn't do anything. You read my emails, you know that!" He smiled smugly and responded, "You've earned your first punishment already. That's good. I have been looking forward to punishing you." My mouth gaped open and he said, "You forgot to call me master. I do not tolerate that." Then he said, "You didn't steal the car, and from your emails I am convinced that you didn't realize that it was stolen. You were not driving and you and your friend even tried to convince Tina to return to the scene. But when she didn't you didn't report her. The list of crimes that you and Gail are guilty of is as long as my arm. From aiding and abetting to misprision of a felony. Little girl, your ass is mine. Do you want to argue some more?" I slumped in my chair. I closed my eyes and I shook my head as total surrender washed over me. In the seconds before he snatched me up by my hair, one thought was seared into my brain. "This old man is going to take my virginity!" But then I was screaming and reaching up to grab his wrist to keep him from pulling all of my hair out. He held me with my ass about six inches off of the seat cushion and he growled right in my ear, "Listen to me very closely you little cunt! You do not nod your head at me. You say yes master. You may use the word no if that is the appropriate answer, but you do not ever refuse to do anything that I order you to do. You do not hesitate to obey when I give you an order. Your entire life has just shifted focus. From this moment until I decide to set you free your entire life revolves around pleasing me. You now exist for my entertainment. I don't think I can put it any clearer than that. Do you have any questions?" I gasped, "No sir! I mean no master! Please you're hurting me!" He smiled and said, "Of course I am hurting you, you stupid cunt. I'm holding you up by your fucking hair. Did you think that I was not aware that I was hurting you? Do you think that I am stupid?" I was in so much pain I could hardly talk but I managed to gasp, "No master!" He grinned and said, "I'm basically a nice guy, bitch. But when I need to hurt you I don't mind doing it. Sometimes you have to get a cunt's attention before you can train it. Some cunts are harder to train than others. How much pain you suffer is going to be pretty much up to you. If you do everything I say immediately and don't give me any shit you will only be hurt a little. Otherwise…, well, there are lots of amusing ways to train a reluctant slave. Amusing for me, not you." He finally let go of my hair and I sank back into the seat and rubbed my head. He began talking to me as if I were a stupid kid, "We are going to start slow Lisa. I was going to wait until I had your mother a little better trained before I brought you over to join in the fun and games. But since you saw fit to crash the party we might as well start your training. Stand up." I jumped to my feet. I realized that I was terrified of this man, and not just because he could destroy my family and put me in jail. He was scary and big and I didn't doubt for a minute that he would hurt me just for the pleasure of it. He called my mother back over. She was still standing by the waterfall with her back to us and she hadn't heard any of what was spoken between us. When she turned around I saw that she had been crying. But she turned as soon as he called to her and hurried over. I remembered the first day that I had seen her returning from my new master's house. She had been limping. I doubt if she had turned her ankle. He had done something to hurt her. As soon as she was standing before him he said, "I want you and your daughter to get my cock hard. Then I want you to sit on it and fuck me while we watch her take her clothes off. Now!" She didn't argue. She didn't hesitate. She pulled the cushion that she had been kneeling on earlier back into position and she got down on her knees between his legs. She reached up and grabbed my arm and pulled me down beside her. There was a pleading look in her eyes and I saw how very afraid of him she was. She placed my hand around the base of his cock. She wrapped my fingers around it and for the first time in my life I was touching a cock. I finally had no choice but to look at it. It was pretty frightening. He was a large man and his cock seemed appropriately large. It suited his body size. I had read a little about men's dicks and heard stories from some of my friends. I knew how big most of these things were. This was bigger than that. Not weird big or anything. But if I had to guess I would guess that it was almost seven inches long. My hand only just managed to go all the way around it at the base. It felt hot in my hand and it started to move as I held it. I noticed that he wasn't circumcised and it looked really funny when it started to grow. The big, shiny head began to peek out of the sheath of skin that covered it and I felt the shaft expanding in my hand. I was repelled by his dick, but yet I was in awe of the process. There was something almost magical about the way it grew like that. Mom showed me how to move my hand up and down on his dick to please him and then she bent down and took it into her mouth. She started sucking on it and moving her head up and down the shaft and I struggled to match her movements. As we worked on his cock I felt her tears falling on my hand. I didn't feel sorry for her though. I was still furious with her. As I worked his dick in my hand and my mom sucked it I felt it getting bigger and harder and before very long I couldn't even get my fingers all the way around it. He stopped her when his cock was hard and she lifted her mouth off of it. It had grown significantly. It had been scary enough before but now it was at least eight inches long and the foreskin had completely disappeared. It was throbbing in my hand and there was at least a half an inch of gap between the tip of my finger and the tip of my thumb. That thing was really terrifying. I didn't think that there was any way that thing could fit inside of my body! Sean made my mother straddle him and he ordered me to guide his cock into her pussy. That was the most disgusting thing that I had ever heard of! But I was far too scared to do anything but obey. My mother lowered her body down slowly into his lap and as she did I guided the head of that huge thing to her moist slit. She grunted as it started to enter her and I stared in fascination as it slowly disappeared inside of her. She didn't seem to be in pain. In fact, much to my disgust I looked at her face and it looked like she was enjoying it! As her pussy neared my fist I quickly pulled my hand away. But I found it impossible to tear my eyes away. I knelt there and watched her pussy slide all of the way down until she had completely enveloped him. She started to move up and down on him slowly. I noticed that as his cock came back out of her it was soaking wet. The fucking bitch loved this! I wanted to slap her right in the face as hard as I could. I was distracted from the violent thoughts I was having about my mother when Sean said, "Okay cunt. Stand up and get undressed. Take your time. I'm going to really enjoy this." I stood up and stepped back a couple of paces. I had to tear my eyes away from that place where their bodies joined. I shook my head to clear it and then I started to slowly lift my t-shirt up. I knew that he had seen pictures of me naked. But even so, I had never undressed in front of a male. At least not since my brother and I used to take baths together when we were like three or four. And I don't even remember that! I was shaking so bad now that I could hardly stay on my feet. This, the idea of taking my clothes off in front of a man, seemed to be harder for me than when my mother had wrapped my hands around his dick a few minutes ago. I saw his eyes following the path of my t-shirt as it slowly moved up towards my breasts, baring my stomach. I was displaying no more flesh that I would have in my conservative swim suit top but even so I was incredibly embarrassed. I didn't want him to see me naked! Even though I was furious with my mother, the idea that she was watching me undress to please a man I hardly knew was even more mortifying. But I was helpless to stop. I had already incurred one punishment. I didn't know what that was going to be but I knew that he would enjoy it and I would hate it. He had told me to take my time. But he had also warned me about hesitation. I knew that I was going to end up naked in a few minutes. I just had to somehow force myself to do it and not get in any more trouble. I took a deep breath and steeled myself and slowly uncovered my bra covered breasts. My bra was, of course, one of the most conservative available. That was all that my duplicitous mother would permit. Not that it was unattractive. It was silky and feminine and I thought that it looked pretty hot when I stood in front of my mirror and put it on. I had no more reason to delay now that my bra had been exposed and I finished taking the shirt off and tossed it onto a nearby chair. I felt his eyes moving over my bra covered breasts and it really gave me the creeps. I had just recently moved up to a B cup and I was feeling pretty proud of my breasts. But right now I was wishing that I was flat as a pancake. I didn't want this son of a bitch looking at me and getting turned on. I left my bra for later and started unbuttoning my khaki shorts. I wasn't wearing a belt. I slowly unzipped them and when I glanced up both Sean and my mother were watching carefully as my pants opened and the tops of my panties was exposed. I spread my shorts open a little more. They were a little tight and I had to work them down carefully to avoid pulling my panties down with them. I slowly worked them down and let them fall to my feet. I bent in as ladylike a fashion as possible on my shaky legs and picked them up and dropped them on my shirt. I was wearing a pair of relatively modest bikini panties with narrow patches of lace on the sides and over my thighs. Like the bra they were feminine and attractive but still quite conservative. A slight breeze blew across my body and I shivered. I remembered how much I had resented my mother for demanding that I wear conservative bathing suits and clothing. Now I was standing in front of her and undressing for a man and I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. My hands were shaking so much that I wasn't sure I would be able to unhook my bra. I reached behind my back and I struggled with it for what seemed like a very long time. I just couldn't do it! In desperation I slid the straps down off of my shoulders and closed my eyes. I pushed the bra down off of my breasts. It fell to my waist and I turned it around and finally I managed to work the clasp free. I opened my eyes and both of them were staring at my exposed tits. She seemed as excited by them as he did! I almost threw the bra right in her face. Only fear of him stopped me. I dropped my bra with the rest of my clothes and now there was just my panty. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and glanced at him as if there might be a reprieve. I saw only lust on his face. I suppose it didn't help that my mother was fucking him rather rapidly at the moment. But I had the distinct impression that his lust was directed at me. And no, I don't think that was conceit on my part. I took one last moment to steel myself and I slowly pushed my underwear down and stepped out of it. I stood up and I was naked but for my sandals. He stared at me for a few seconds and then he said, "Come over here you little bitch." There were only two paces separating us. My legs were like rubber and they almost gave out as I edged closer. He waited until I was near enough and then he reached out and his hand began to explore my body while his cock was ramming up and down in my mother's pussy. For the first time a man touched my tits. The feeling of heat that washed over me was indescribable. As much as I hated what was happening to me I couldn't deny the excitement of being touched by a man. My entire body felt like it was vibrating. It would have been a good feeling if it had been someone like Casey Jordan touching me. No, that isn't honest. I would have preferred that it was Casey touching me but it felt pretty damn good regardless. His hand moved down and traced a path through my pubic hair before his finger began to move lightly over my pussy. He slid his finger up through my slit and held it up to show me and my mother how wet I was. Like I needed the extra humiliation! He sucked his finger clean and then put it back between my legs. He slowly wormed it inside of me and I thought at first he might take my virginity with his finger. But he didn't. He stopped when his finger came into contact with my hymen. He smiled. It was a particularly evil smile I thought. He whispered to my mother, "I am touching your little girl's hymen. The tip of my finger is pressing against it. I have never fucked a virgin before. Your daughter is going to be the first one. She's never been fucked. She has never sucked a cock. We have a lot to teach her, don't we cunt?" Mom was now moving violently up and down on his cock and panting with the exertion. At least I think that was why she was panting. She nodded and said, "Yes master." I hadn't noticed at first but his breath was becoming labored too. He moved his hands down to her waist and started to control her motions. Without looking at me he ordered, "Get down on that cushion, bitch. Get your head down there and start licking my balls. I want you to lick my balls until I cum in your mother's cunt. And don't stop until I tell you to." I shuddered in revulsion but I moved around in front of him and carefully dropped to my knees on the cushion. It didn't look like there was room for my face in there but I wormed my way in between his thighs and tilted my head up and struggled to reach his balls with my tongue. He sounded disgusted with my unsatisfactory efforts when he said to my mother, "Reach down there and pull her head in close, cunt. She thinks she is a delicate flower. She doesn't realize she's just a cum dump now." My mother placed one hand on the back of my head and pulled my face into their conjoined crotches. Her pussy was now moving up and down on my face and I had my lips pressed against his balls. I licked them as instructed. The smell was pretty bad but there was surprisingly little taste so it didn't gross me out as much as I thought it might. Well, I guess it did. But there was nothing that I could do about it. Being helpless seemed to make things like this easier. Whether it was because of what I was doing or what mom was doing he came very quickly after I started licking his balls. It was pretty violent there for a while, and there was a lot of grunting and groaning. Suddenly the smell was a lot stronger and my tongue began to pick up a change in the taste. All at once I could detect a bitter, bleachy taste and I almost puked when I realized that I tasted his cum as it dripped down out of my mother's pussy and onto his balls. It wasn't just him cumming either! My mother was crying out, "YES! OH GOD YES! I'M CUMMING!" It was totally disgusting. They finally stopped moving and they both seemed to go limp. I stopped licking but he growled, "I didn't tell you to stop you stupid little cunt!" I groaned. My jaw was getting sore and my neck was straining to remain in this unnatural position. But the worst part was the taste. It was horrible. How could women allow men to shoot this crap into their mouths?! It was sickening! He finally said, "Okay, that's enough. Get out of the way." My whole body seemed to hurt as I straightened up and then struggled to my feet. I had been kept in a very unnatural position. For just a moment I was more concerned with soothing my aching body parts than I was with the fact that I was naked. Sean pushed my mother roughly off of his lap and took a long sip of his beer. He put his beer down and picked his watch up off the table. It must have been late and it occurred to me that he had to keep what was happening from my father or he lost his hold over my mother. He ignored my mother and stared at me for a minute. He smiled and said, "I bet you are surprised to be leaving here with your virginity intact. I guess we'll have to do something about that tomorrow. Now, how should I punish you? It needs to be something that will stay with you so that you will obey without hesitation from now on when you are given an order." I stared at the patio floor as he stared at me and thought it over. Finally he said, "Look at me you little bitch." My head came up instantly and I looked into his eyes. I saw the smug, evil smile on his face and I knew that I wasn't going to like whatever it was he had come up with. It turned out to worse than I thought. It was such an unthinkable thing to do. It was so horrible that I thought it might be better to go ahead and turn myself in to the cops. He called me closer again before he explained what he had decided. His finger dipped into my pussy and when it was wet with my juices he began to tease my clit with it. I almost fell to my knees as his finger moved over me. Every time his wet finger slid across that little nubbin it took my breath away. Suddenly I had no will power, no will to resist. Nothing he said now mattered. Just the sensations he was causing with his finger. He watched my face as he brought me very close to the first orgasm I had ever had and began to speak. "Your punishment this time shall be humiliation instead of pain. Keep in mind that each time you need to be punished the punishment will be worse. I'm sure you have already come to realize that I have a very dirty mind. You do not want to plumb my depths you cute little cunt. At nine o'clock tonight I want you to get your brother into your room. I want him to see you naked. And I want you to give him an orgasm. You are not to let him put his cock inside of your pussy or your mouth. But except for that he can do whatever he wants for…oh let's say half an hour. I want you to have your lights on and your blinds open and you must be careful to make sure that this takes place where I can see you." He grinned and said, "In fact, from now on I don't want you to ever close your blinds and any time it is dark outside you will have your lights on until it is time to turn out the lights and go to sleep. You are smart enough to realize the point of that set of instructions. I don't think I have to tell you to stay out of the corners of your room where I can't see you, do I?" I was still struggling to resist the sensations that his finger was causing. I groaned loudly and gasped, "No master!" He took his finger away then, just before I lost control. He reached over and handed me my shirt and shorts. He kept my underwear. He said, "You two can leave now." He reached into his wallet which was lying on the table and handed my mother some money. He said, "I want you to take her shopping at Sweet Nothings first thing tomorrow morning. You know what I want you to buy and you know how I want you to shop. I'm sure it is still fresh in your mind. Unfortunately I can't be there, but there will be people there and some of them may or may not be friends of mine. I want you both back here tomorrow at one. Now get the fuck out of here." As we hurried away he called after mom, "And don't forget the shoes." My mother and I dressed hurriedly. My mother was allowed to wear her underwear but he sent me home in just a t-shirt and shorts. My mother followed close behind as I hurried to the side door of our house. As soon as we stepped inside she started trying to explain. I turned around and screamed, "Don't you dare talk to me you lying, two- faced, hypocritical bitch!" I turned and stormed out of the kitchen and rushed to my room. I saw her face before I did though and I took great satisfaction from her distress. She looked like she had been struck and the anguish I saw pleased me. It did not atone for what I had learned about her today or what I had been forced to do. But after being totally helpless for the last hour or so it felt good to lash out. I hurried to my room and as I undressed and got ready to take a shower I stared at my bedroom window and remembered what I had to do at nine this evening. I wasn't sure that I could do it. I stared at his house on the other side of our driveways and wondered if he would really turn me in to the police if I disobeyed him. I couldn't be sure of course. But he had nothing to lose. If he couldn't get me to obey then he lost nothing by taking those emails to the police. And although I was furious with my mother I didn't want my parents to get divorced. That was a very scary word and it terrified me. My mother had gotten herself under control and she knocked on my door and slowly opened it. I had finished undressing and I wanted to go take my shower. I wasn't ready to deal with her. She was crying, tears were running down her cheeks. She said, "I know you hate me and you have every right to. I don't blame you. I can't explain what I did. I can't even explain it to myself." "I was raised just the way you have been raised except that something happened when I was thirteen. But I repressed all of my feelings, all of my fantasies. I never planned to…I never planned to do anything. Things just seemed to happen and I let them. I didn't go to sex chat rooms, not once. I never intended to talk about sex or fantasies or any of that. I was talking to a man at a web site about healthy diets and I enjoyed talking to him. I don't even know how our conversations changed to…to that other stuff." "It didn't happen right away. Eventually we started talking about our childhood years and, somehow, I don't even remember how, we were talking about fantasies. I'm sorry, but it excited me. And it wasn't very long at all after that before I was telling him about my repressed fantasies, the fantasies that I had when I was your age and younger." "Over the months our relationship changed and I became his online slave. I know it was wrong but god how I loved it! It was so exciting. I let him talk me into sending him pictures. They were just regular pictures at first. But he ordered me to buy a camera for my computer and told me how to use it. I started letting him see me in my underwear and things progressed from there. He started inviting other men to our chats and I said and did things for them too. Soon there were almost a dozen men that I was chatting with regularly. I was sitting there naked with that camera on and masturbating and offering to do every perverted thing in the world and I was cumming and cumming and cumming." I screamed at her, "YOU SENT THEM NUDE PICTURES OF YOUR SIXTEEN YEAR OLD DAUGHTER! YOU WON'T EVEN LET ME WEAR A BIKINI AND YOU ARE SHOWING ME OFF IN THE NUDE! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" She yelled back, "I don't know!! As god is my witness I don't know! Oh Lisa, I am so sorry. I can't stop it. That man next door knows everything about me and he has those pictures. If I don't do what he says then my life is over. And that isn't even the worst part! I hate it, I hate what he does to me, what he makes me do to him. But every time I go over there I have more orgasms than I can count. I must be sick, but I can't help myself! And now, what happened today, watching him with you. I'm sorry, but it was like watching it happen to me when I was your age. It is like I'm watching the movie of my fantasy life starring my daughter! I want to die Lisa, but god forgive me it turned me on!" She collapsed to the floor and covered her face and cried hysterically. I was almost too stunned to comprehend the things she had just told me. There was the nagging fear in the back of my mind that I was too much like her. Because I had not forgotten how excited I had gotten when I read her chat log and when that ogre had touched me. But I was too confused and too conflicted to resolve this now. I had a lot of thinking to do. I finally said, "I have to take a shower. I strongly suggest that you do the same. You smell like a fresh fucked cunt!" I felt so empowered having the nerve to vent like that. She couldn't say a word about my language after today. I watched her struggle back to her feet and she whispered, "I'm so sorry Lisa. I know you don't believe that and I know you don't understand how I could have done the things that I have done. But I know how horrible I am and I can only say that I am sorry." She turned and went to her room. I grabbed my robe and went down the hall to the bathroom I shared with Brad. I brushed my teeth for a long time before I got the nasty taste out of my mouth. Then I took a long hot shower. I tried to keep my mind blank. Everywhere that my thoughts went was uncomfortable. I didn't want to think about what had happened this afternoon. I didn't want to think about what was going to happen at nine o'clock tonight. I didn't want to think about tomorrow when that old man was going to take my virginity. I didn't want to think about all of the men who had seen my photograph and were probably posting it all over the internet. I was half way through with my shower before I realized how hard I was crying. I struggled to get myself under control. I ran my soapy hands over my body and it reminded me of Sean exploring my body and how exciting it had been. I groaned in frustration and forced my mind to go blank again. Finally I felt like I had washed the events of this afternoon from my skin and I got out and dried off. I put my robe on and went back to my room. On the way to my room I passed Brad in the hallway. He glanced at me and nodded but as usual he hardly seemed to notice that I existed. I think that my whole body must have blushed then as I contemplated what was going to happen tonight. I went to my room and closed the door and leaned against it. I opened my robe and hung it on the back of my door and as I walked to my dresser to get clean underwear out I passed my window. I looked out at the house next door and I noticed movement in the upstairs window. He saw me looking at his window and he drew the drapes all the way open. He opened his window and the glare of the afternoon sun on the glass disappeared. I saw him sitting there staring at me. He made sure of it. He didn't wave or do anything to attract attention. He just sat on the side of the bed and watched. It took a moment for me to shake myself loose from his gaze. I turned to my dresser and got out my underwear. I stood where he could see me and I could feel him watching while I put my panty and my bra on. I got out a modest tank top and a pair of loose fitting running shorts and put them on. Then I put my sandals back on and went out of the room. I didn't want to be in a room with my mother right now but I couldn't stay in my room and I was supposed to help with supper. During the school year we didn't have chores but during summer vacation I was supposed to help with dinner and the clean up afterwards. Brad had to do the yard work. We got a small allowance for it and we weren't being worked to death. We didn't mind. But I was still not ready to talk to my mother. I joined her in the kitchen and we worked in silence to prepare supper. She was obviously very sorry for the situation that we were in but the first time she opened her mouth I quietly interrupted her and said, "I tell you what mom. Talk to me after I strip down for my little brother tonight and get him off for the amusement of our next door neighbor." She didn't try to talk to me again that night. We sat down to eat when dad got home. Our meals were normally quiet affairs but we were quieter than usual this evening. Neither dad nor Brad seemed to even notice. After we ate I put the dishes in the dishwasher and my mother and I worked together in silence to clean up the kitchen. When we were finished the others went in and watched television. I couldn't stand the thought of sitting in front of the television or of being in the room with my mother and father. The trouble was that I didn't want to go to my room either. I didn't want to be in my room and not even know if that pervert next door was staring at me. I would just have to assume that he was. I felt like crying. I should be able to be alone in my room and be safe and not have to worry about perverts watching me. I finally just slipped out the back door and sat on a lawn chair in the dark. I wanted to think about anything else but I found myself trying to figure out how I was going to do what I had to do with Brad. How do I get my brother to come to my room and watch me undress? What do I say to him to get him to let me get him off? And how do I do it? I guess I'm supposed to masturbate him. How do you explain that request to your brother?! I started getting eaten up by mosquitoes so I went inside. It was a little after eight. I decided that I might as well go to my room and get used to being stared at. I left my door wide open so that I would see Brad if he walked by. I opened my book and I stared at the page but I never read a word. At nine o'clock I decided that I was going to have to go downstairs and get Brad but the show he had been watching ended and he came up on his own. I called him into my room and as soon as he stepped inside my heart started beating a mile a minute. All of a sudden I was terrified again. He looked at me and he seemed to be concerned. I guess that some of what I was feeling was showing on my face. I had never really decided how I was going to do this and the silence between us was growing uncomfortable as I stood there on the verge of panic. After a minute or two Brad asked, "Are you okay Lisa? You're acting funny." I didn't answer and he asked, "What did you want?" I got up and closed my bedroom door and turned to face him. I took a deep breath and asked, "Brad, I would like to ask you a favor." He waited for me to continue and it was hard. I was figuring this out as I went along. I asked him, "Have you ever seen a girl naked, in real life I mean?" He looked at me funny and then he grinned and asked, "Okay, what's going on? What are you trying to pull?" I shook my head and closed my eyes and tried to calm down. When I thought I could talk calmly I said, "I have never seen a boy naked. I want to see you with your clothes off. If you let me see you naked I will get undressed and I will even let you touch me. But that isn't all. I want to see what it looks like when a boy cums. I want you to let me masturbate you." He stared at me like I had two heads for a moment and asked, "You're shitting me right? This is some kind of trick isn't it? What's the deal?" I shook my head and said, "No trick Brad. I mean it." He looked at me like he was trying to figure out what the trick was. He asked, "You seriously expect me to believe that you are asking me for permission to beat my meat?! This is me Lisa. I know you better than that. Tell me what's going on or get out of my way so I can go to my room." I was starting to get desperate now. I never imagined that he might say no. I started to lift up my halter top and asked, "If I get undressed will that convince you?" He grinned and said, "It might." There was no question in my mind that this was even harder than undressing for Sean had been. But I had no choice. I pulled my top up and over my head and tossed it onto my dresser. Brad looked like he couldn't believe his eyes. I suppose he couldn't. I had always been the conservative young girl that my parents had raised so carefully. He had never, or at least not since we had been four or five, he had never seen me in my underwear, much less nude. He stood staring at me now, my bra exposed, and the mixture of expressions on his face would have been amusing if I had not been so terrified. I saw that he was excited at seeing me in my bra. I saw that he still didn't believe that I was actually going to undress in front of him. There even seemed to be a little concern because what I was doing was so uncharacteristic. But he didn't speak and he didn't move and he never took his eyes off of my chest. I had almost forgotten about the almost certainty that Sean was watching from next door. But as I eased my shorts down and stepped out of them I was very aware that there were surely two sets of male eyes watching me and lusting after me. It was a bit gut wrenching to realize that my younger brother was lusting after me, but I couldn't blame him. I was making it impossible for him not to. I reached behind my back and once more my shaking hands were forced to deal with that small, inconveniently placed clasp. I had better luck than I had this afternoon and I felt it come loose. Before I could summon the courage to release it and bare my breasts to my brother he whispered, "Why are you doing this Lisa?" I managed to look him in the eye again and at first I didn't know how to respond. Finally I said, "Think of it as a learning experience, a biology experiment." He grinned but then he got serious and responded, "I am looking forward to this Lisa. I have always thought you were beautiful and sexy. But I can see your face and you don't look like you are enjoying this. You're scaring me." Suddenly I loved my brother a whole lot more than I did a few minutes ago. He thought I was sexy and beautiful! But more than that, as much as he wanted to see a girl naked for the first time he was worried about me! I could have kissed him! But I knew that I had to do this. I knew too that by this time tomorrow what was about to happen here would be nothing. I smiled at Brad and said, "I'm sorry Brad. Of course I want to do this. I'm just nervous. This is my first time too you know." Finally I dropped my bra strap and let it separate and slide off of my shoulders. He watched in awe as my breasts were uncovered and I actually felt a thrill when I saw the wonder in his face. It was kind of reassuring. I was about to start sliding my panties down when Brad stepped closer and held my hands in his. He was a year younger than I, but much taller and much stronger. He was only fifteen but he was turning into a big strong man and he didn't have far to go. He held my hands and said, "I don't know why you are doing this. And to be honest I am just as horny as any other teenage male and it pains me to stop you, but are you sure about this Lisa? I'm not going to ask again. I'm not going to stop you again. I have been pretty horny a lot of times in the last few years but I have never been as turned on as I am right at this moment. Your tits are magnificent and the rest of your body is too." He paused for a second and said, "Oh my god. I can't believe I'm looking at a real live set of tits!" He stared at me for a second and then he continued, "If you really want to do this I'm all for it. But is this really something you want to do?" I smiled. He was apparently a lot more mature than I had given him credit for. I took my hands away from my panty and said, "Okay Brad. I'm not going to take them off. You take them off." He stared into my eyes and he was being so nice about this that I didn't feel so bad now. I actually thought he was pretty damned sweet. Finally he reached out and hooked his thumbs in my waistband and said, "Last chance!" I smiled at him and he started slowly sliding my underwear off. He watched my face at first. But then he squatted down in front of me and stared at the flesh that he was uncovering. The look of wonder in his eyes was starting to really excite me. Of course, when I realized that I was getting excited I felt guilty. But I had only to remind myself that I had no options and the guilt began to subside quickly. Brad pulled my panties down slowly and I held onto his shoulders to balance myself as I stepped out of them. He let my underwear fall from his fingers almost without being aware of it and continued to stare at my crotch. I have very light blonde hair and I have always been self conscious about how light and how sparse my pubic hair is. I look like I am still a little girl down there. It makes me uncomfortable in the girl's locker room when I am surrounded by girls with big, thick bushes. I was feeling that discomfort now. But when he sighed and whispered, "Oh my god Lisa! You're beautiful!" I suddenly felt a little better about myself. He was staring at me and I noticed that his face and neck were bright red. I realized that he was as excited as I was and it kind of gave me confidence to see that look in his face. I'm not sure why he felt the need to whisper but he continued to whisper when he said, "I can see your slit, your pussy." He stared intently for a moment longer before he asked, "Can I kiss it?" I hadn't anticipated that. Nor had I received any instructions about what to do if it came up. I wasn't sure what to answer. But he didn't wait very long for me to decide. Slowly, as if he were being drawn by a magnet his lips moved towards me and came to rest gently on my vulva. He kissed me lightly and then he drew a deep breath through his nose. Again in that whisper that was beginning to really get to me he said, "I can smell you. You smell so good! Oh Jesus Lisa! You're beautiful!" He kissed me down there again and I shivered in my own building lust. I knew then that if I didn't put a stop to this I was going to do something very bad. I reached out and put my hands on the side of his head and now I found myself whispering. I leaned down and kissed him on the top of the head and then I whispered, "Stand up Brad. I want to see you naked." He stood up quickly and I became aware for the first time of the very large bulge in the front of his pants. I can't honestly say that I had ever thought of him this way before and I had certainly never looked to see how well hung he was. Now I thought that it looked very impressive and I was curious to see what it was going to look like. As Brad began to quickly undress I stood back a little to watch. His shirt was gone in an instant and he struggled with his belt as he worked his shoes off with his toes. I smiled as I saw how eager he was. I thought back to this afternoon when I had seen a cock for the first time and how uncomfortable it had made me. I was struck that now, here with my little brother I didn't feel that way. I was looking forward to seeing him naked. And I was amazed at my own reaction. He let his jeans slide down his legs and he kicked them off impatiently. He lifted his legs and almost ripped his socks off. Then he paused with only his jockey shorts remaining. He was suddenly nervous about undressing in front of me. I saw that and it amused me. I smiled at him and said, "Please Brad. I'm curious. I can't wait to see it. It looks huge." It did look very big. Certainly nowhere near as large as Sean's had been. But it looked very large. I saw the bulge throbbing in his shorts and I saw the wet spot where the head of it was oozing that clear fluid that I had seen earlier on Sean's cock. I was almost holding my breath in anticipation now. The fact that he was suddenly feeling self-conscious somehow made me feel more confident. He continued to pause, to get up the nerve to uncover his cock in front of a girl for the first time and I knew what I wanted to do. I stepped forward and pulled his hands away. Then I gripped his shorts and began to slowly pull them down. I could feel him watching me. I thought he might be afraid that I wouldn't like his cock or that I would think it was ugly or too small or something. I had to pull his underwear out and away from his cock but without embarrassing myself too much I slowly pulled them down. I stopped when I had bared his genitals. I was very impressed. It was only the second cock that I had seen but it seemed much prettier than the first one. It was smooth. It didn't have all of the large veins I had seen on Sean's. I noticed that Brad had blonde pubic hair too. He didn't have much more than I did either. I thought he looked very sexy. I almost said that it was pretty but I caught myself in time. I doubt if a boy wants to hear that about his cock. I leaned down and finished taking his shorts off and he stepped out of them. I straightened up and just like he had done for me I leaned forward and kissed his cock. I didn't take it into my mouth. I had been ordered not to. But I touched my lips to it and gave it a long, lingering kiss. He had played baseball with his friends today and who knew what else. I was aware of the smell of his sweat but for some reason it didn't turn me off. Quite the opposite in fact. He smelled very male, virile. I thought he smelled sexy. I sat back on my heels and said, "Brad! It's beautiful!" Then I reached up and gently took it into my hand. I moved my hand up and down his shaft gently. Then I smiled at him and asked, "Do you want to touch me first, or do you want me to jerk you off first?" I started to think that all of his blood supply had moved to his cock. He didn't seem to be able to make a decision. I stood up and led him to my bed and pushed him down on his back. I got on the bed between his legs and reached down and took his cock in my hand again. I had a feeling that this wouldn't take long and I had realized that there was no reason why he only had to cum once. Sean hadn't set a limit on that. I watched in awe as I began to gently stroke his cock. I heard the excitement in my own voice as I said, "I've never done this before. Tell me if I'm doing something wrong, or if there is something that you want me to do." He started to lay back and relax and enjoy what I was doing when he seemed to notice the window beside us for the first time. He looked at it and said, "Lisa, you better close the blinds." I would have loved to. But instead I said, "It's okay Brad. No one can see in. It's safe." But even as I spoke I could feel that pervert watching us. It made what we were doing feel dirty and that kind of made me mad. I was determined not to let Sean ruin what had turned into a surprisingly erotic experience. I forced my mind back to the task at hand and I felt the excitement building again as I teased and pleased Brad's pretty cock. It happened so quickly that I was surprised. I was sliding my hand rapidly up and down his shaft and I had reached up to cup and hold his balls when Brad groaned and tensed up and suddenly his cock started spurting thick white gobs of cum. The first spurt landed high on his chest, almost reaching his chin! It continued after that for an incredibly long time and when he finally finished there was a stream of it all the way from his neck down to where the last few weak spurts were oozing down over my hand. It felt burning hot and I could smell the strong aroma. Brad was lying there gasping for breath and muttering, "Oh my god!" over and over. I smiled down at him, taking great pride in what I had just accomplished. I had seen Sean reach orgasm earlier today, twice. But both times it had been while his cock was buried in my mother. So I really hadn't seen very much. This had been very educational. Brad finally opened his eyes and said, "Jesus Lisa! That was…I can't even describe it! I've been beating my meat for a couple of years now. But it never felt like that!" I grinned and said, "No shit?! You've really been doing it for two years?! I've never done it. I started to a couple of times but I chickened out. I've never had an orgasm." I looked down at the stuff dripping slowly off my fingers and I lifted my hand to my face and sniffed it. It smelled pretty much like Sean's had. I stuck my tongue out and tasted it. It tasted very much like Sean's too, though I thought it seemed a bit milder. That could have just been because I love Brad and I hate Sean. Brad was watching in amazement as I tasted his cum. I saw him watching me and I'm not sure why I did it but I kept licking until my hand was clean. He asked, "What does it taste like?" I grinned and responded, "What the hell do you mean, 'what does it taste like?' There is a gallon of it right there on your stomach! Taste it for Christ's sake!" He looked down at it and wrinkled his nose up and said, "That's gross!" I looked down at him, trying to sound reasonable. I said, "You want girls to suck your cock don't you? Don't you think it's fair that you at least taste it?" He grinned and said, "Have you ever tasted what you taste like?" I said, "No, but I will if you'll taste yours. I'm not afraid." He stared down at the mess on his stomach and finally he got a determined look on his face and stuck his finger into a puddle of it. He slowly brought his finger up to his mouth but he couldn't quite bring himself to do it. I reached up and took his hand in mind and slowly pushed it to his lips. He screwed up his face but he opened his mouth and sucked his finger clean. I didn't think he'd do it and I was pretty impressed. I watched him as he tasted his cum for the first, and probably the last time. Finally he shrugged and said, "It isn't that bad I guess. I wouldn't want to suck a cock but I've tasted worse stuff. It tastes better than broccoli." I laughed at that. I had to agree. I hate broccoli. I got up and got a box of tissue off of my desk and brought it over to the bed. I pulled my wastebasket closer and together we worked to clean him off. He finally sat up and said, "Lisa, I still don't know why you did that. But thank you. That was…god, I don't know. Fantastic doesn't seem good enough. It was wonderful. But I have to ask, How can you be sixteen and never have had an orgasm? I thought everyone jacked off." I shrugged and responded, "I don't know. I don't really buy into that sin thing. I am pretty sure it's all just parents trying to control their kid's sexuality. But still, the times I started playing with myself I started getting uncomfortable about what I was doing and I stopped. I don't know." He grinned and shook his head and said, "Lie down." I started to but then I said, "I'm still a virgin Brad. I intend to stay that way. I don't want you to put anything inside of me. You can look at me, you can touch me, but I don't want you to put something inside of me. I'm afraid that I'll get carried away and I don't want to do that." He nodded and said, "I promise not to put anything inside of you. I do not promise that you won't have an orgasm. There is something that we can do that guys talk about a lot and it sounds like a lot of fun. Now lie down and shut up. You have my word not to deflower you. Jesus that sounds lame. Deflower. Old people are really fucked up." I giggled nervously but I stretched out on my back and just before I closed my eyes I looked at his face and I saw a warm look in his eyes that told me he loved me. That made me feel so good, kind of warm all over. It wasn't like we were lovers or anything, despite what we were doing. I just knew that my brother loved me and would look out for me and it was a good feeling. I closed my eyes and I felt his fingers begin to explore my body. He didn't speak right away. The first thing that he said was, "Jesus Lisa! You have perfect tits! I never paid any attention before. How dumb am I?" I laughed and said, "I never noticed what a nice cock you had either. I guess you don't look for stuff like that when it's your brother or your sister." But his fingers were moving over my tits and it felt much better than when Sean had done it this afternoon. It was getting very hard to breathe. It excited me that he had never seen a girl naked before and I could feel how much in awe of my body he was just from the way his fingers touched me. He didn't grab as you might expect from a horny teenage boy. His fingers moved over my skin softly, teasing, caressing, making my resolve to follow Sean's instructions and remain a virgin very difficult to hold onto. His fingers circled and then gently squeezed and pulled at my nipples and I thought that if he did that for just a little bit longer I was going to have my first orgasm. I groaned as he slid his fingers down over my surprisingly sensitive stomach. But he quickly distracted me. He leaned down and moved is tongue around my nipple and then began to suck it and nip at it with his teeth. I was quickly losing control and when his hand continued down and his fingers began to carefully explore the opening to my pussy it was all over. I felt the scream of pleasure building in my chest and I grabbed my pillow and held it over my face. I screamed into my pillow and my butt came right up off of the bed. My first orgasm! And it was at the hands of my little brother! I probably should have been disturbed by that but after all that had happened to me today incest was the least of my concerns. My orgasm seemed to go on and on and it might have gone on indefinitely if he hadn't taken pity on me and stopped what he was doing. I collapsed on the bed, almost unable to breathe. I took the pillow away from my face and looked down at Brad. I saw the mix of emotions on his face, probably the same expressions were evident on my face. There was love and there was lust. There was want and need and desire and awe inspired by the body of a person of the opposite sex. But mostly there was love and a newfound regard for each other. Our relationship had suddenly matured and been transformed into something entirely different and I knew that we would never be the same again. But that was okay. I liked the change. I knew it was for the best. I knew that it was something that we would have to hide. It was one of society's strongest taboos. But we loved each other and we would always care about each other and protect each other and I knew that neither of us would regret this change. I can't deny that I also derived some satisfaction from the fact that we had gotten so much pleasure, so much satisfaction from something that Sean had calculated would cause me so much distress. I wasn't enjoying what we were doing to spite Sean. But I was enjoying this and I had no doubt that Sean would be upset if he knew that his plan to punish me had backfired. I had thought that Brad was finished and that it was his turn again. But when he saw that I had recovered and was ready to continue he reached down and gently pulled his finger up through the entrance to my pussy. He held his finger up and showed me my juices. Then he held his finger out and said, "Your turn." I smiled and said, "It can't be that bad. Lots of people seem to enjoy it." I opened my mouth and pulled his finger into my mouth. I sucked it clean and as I sucked his finger like a little cock our eyes were locked on each other. I sucked his finger far longer than was necessary but finally I let him pull it away. He asked, "Well?" I replied, "Not bad. It's much milder than what comes out of you. It's a little salty, but that could have been from your finger. It really wasn't bad." He smiled and said, "I guess I'll try." I expected him to scoop up a little more on is finger but that wasn't what he had in mind. He rolled over and got between my legs and I covered my mouth and screamed once more as his mouth came down on my pussy. I never imagined that anything could ever feel that good. His soft wet lips formed a seal around my pussy and his warm breath enveloped me. His tongue came out and moved across the entrance to my pussy several times before he began to concentrate on my clit. I nearly lost my mind. I was forced once more to pull my pillow over my face and I screamed into it over and over as I had one mind bending orgasm after another. I remember thinking in one of the rare moments of lucidity as I thrashed about on my bed that I could easily become a slut. And then I thought, how could any girl not?! The waves of passion washed over me one right after another until I thought I was going to lose consciousness. My clit had become so sensitive that even the soft touch of his tongue was all but unbearable. I finally had no choice but to gently but firmly push his face away from my crotch. I gasped for breath for a moment and then I twisted away from him and got on my hands and knees. I moved down and lowered myself onto his highly aroused and naked body and I put my arms around his neck and I kissed him like I had never kissed a boy before. We were locked in passion and I felt his hard cock pressing against me and more than anything else in the world I wanted to take it into me. I wanted him to fuck me and I wanted to suck his cock and I wanted that so badly that it scared me. And I was furious because I knew that that pervert next door was intruding on this perfect loving moment by his presence in the window across the way. He had no business putting such a damper on our lust, even if he was responsible for it. I pushed my thoughts of Sean out of my head and kissed my brother passionately. Then I held him close and whispered, "Oh god Brad. That was so fucking fantastic. I love you. I love you so much. Thank you baby brother. I can't explain, but I can't pay you back tonight. I will though. We can do anything you want tomorrow night. I'll suck your cock and you can fuck me. We'll do it all. I'll make it up to you I promise." I slid off of him and took his cock in my hand again. I smiled up at him and said, "I can do this again though. Is that alright baby?" He smiled and said, "One of us is going to have to do it. It feels a whole hell of a lot better when it's your hand." I leaned down and kissed the head of his cock and then I started beating him off again. It didn't take much longer this time than it had the first time. He didn't cum nearly as much, which was a huge relief. If I was going to be sucking his cock soon I had to admit that I had been nervous about swallowing the huge amount of cum I saw the first time I beat his meat. When he came the second time there was less than half the volume of cum and it only shot up as high as the middle of his belly. I held his cock in my hand until it was soft and then our eyes met as I licked my hand clean again. I would have licked the rest of it up but I was pretty sure that I was already pushing the limits that Sean had set by licking my hand clean. We used the tissue to clean him off again and when we were finished he sat up in the bed and suddenly he looked serious. I saw that something was bothering him and he asked, "Why sis? Why can we do some things and not others tonight but we can do anything I want tomorrow? What is going to change tomorrow?" He looked at me and I saw that he was worried about me. It gave me such a warm feeling inside that he cared so much. I was back on the spot though. I couldn't explain. I wished that I could. But if I did things could get much worse. Things were bad now, but at least for now our family was safe. I didn't want to gamble with that. I leaned over and kissed Brad on the cheek and said, "I love you little brother. I love it that you care. I suspect that most boys your age would have stopped at 'Oh boy, I'm gonna get laid tomorrow!' and not even have given a thought to the rest. You're so fucking sweet god damn it! Jesus, I'm getting a real trash mouth! Sorry." I tried to think of something that I could say, some reason that I could give him. I couldn't. Finally I said, "I'll tell you when I can Brad. I wish I could tell you now but I can't. But don't worry because everything is going to be alright. You just have to be patient. Now you had better go to bed and don't look a gift blowjob in the mouth." He still looked worried but he stood up and started pulling his pants on. When he was dressed enough to go out in the hall he turned and said, "Thanks Lisa. That was fantastic. I love you." I smiled and replied, "I love you too Brad. And you were pretty fantastic yourself. Goodnight." After Brad left I glanced over at Sean's house. As I was looking his light came on and he stood up in front of the window. Even at this distance I could see that he was naked and that he had a hard on. I hated him for being there and for watching, but I took a little satisfaction in knowing that I was sated and he was going to go to bed horny. I got in bed and turned my light out. It took me a long time to calm down but I finally went to sleep with the taste of my brother's cum in my mouth. I slept through the night but I had one erotic dream after another all night long. Some of them were nice, sexy, sweet even. They usually involved Brad. But they weren't all like that. There were others that were haunted by Sean and they were permeated with an evil lust and almost unmanageable fear. They were more nightmare than dream. The scary thing about them was that it was likely that they contained more than a germ of truth. Sean was someone to fear and I didn't doubt for a moment that he would take great pleasure in debasing, humiliating and abusing me. I don't know that he intended to destroy me. But I doubt if it would bother him if that was the end result. I woke up at a little before eight the next morning. My first reaction was amusement. I hadn't even thought about it when I went to bed last night. But for the first time in my life I had slept in the nude. I liked it! In the next moment the dreams I had experienced last night came flooding into my conscious mind. Unfortunately my mind seemed to dismiss the nicer ones and wallow in the darkness of the dreams about Sean. They didn't have a lot of meaning. I didn't yet know the depths of his depravity. I didn't know enough about sex to fear what he had in mind for me. I knew that he was going to take my virginity this afternoon. But that was really all that I knew. Well, not quite all. I also knew that my mother was terrified of him. And then there was the fact that I had seen her limping when she came home from his house. I sat up in bed. I didn't think about my window and my tits being on display when I sat up. When I finally did think about it I realized that the light streamed in my window in the morning and I didn't think that he could see me, not that it mattered. I put my robe on and headed for the bathroom. I passed Brad in the hall. We smiled at each other and he stopped me and kissed my forehead. He said, "Good morning big sister. Did you sleep well?" I smiled and replied, "Yes little brother. For some reason I was all tired out last night. I can't for the life of me think of what could have worn me out like that." I reached out and squeezed his hand and then he went to his room. I took a shower and brushed my teeth. I noticed that the taste of cum didn't last through the night. I got dressed and went downstairs. Mom was down there drinking coffee. She looked up when I came in but she just looked embarrassed and then looked down at her coffee cup. I was in a better mood after last night with Brad. I was starting to feel guilty about the way I had spoken to her. I realized that, although the photographs were unforgiveable, she was who she was and she had been gradually sucked into that underworld of sex. She hadn't intended for the things that resulted to take place. Her life was just as much out of control as mine. If she knew what lay behind the hold that Sean had over me she would be pretty upset with me too. We might as well get this over with. We couldn't go on like this forever. I poured myself a glass of juice and sat down across from her. I took a sip and then I said, "Mom?" She looked up and I saw that she was crying quietly again. I continued, "I don't know if I can ever forgive you for those photographs and what you did with them. I pray that they don't end up being circulated at school. But I will be surprised if they aren't. Those guys you sent them to will undoubtedly post them all over the net. It is all but inevitable that the guys at school will see them sometime between now and the time that I graduate." She looked so pitiful. She said, "I didn't think. I just…" She shrugged. She said, "I have no excuses. I'm so sorry. I would end my life right now if I thought that it would make this all go away. I don't expect you to forgive me Lisa. I don't even expect you to understand. I don't understand. But I am an adult and a wife and a mother and there simply is no excuse for what I did. I got sucked into a cesspool because of those moments of weakness and now you are being sucked in because of me and I am helpless to prevent it." "I keep telling myself that this will be a fleeting thing which will be over soon. But I am terrified that that isn't the case. Why would he let me…let us go? We are every man's, or perhaps I should say every evil man's dream come true. I fear that my life is over because I was bored and because someone found a way to tap into a flaw in my character. I could better live with that if you weren't a victim now too. But I don't know what to do. I am so scared and he makes me feel so helpless. Oh Lisa! If you tell me what to do I'll do it!" How the hell would I know what to do?! Jesus mom! You're the fucking adult! But that isn't what I said. I said, "I don't know what to do either mom. I guess we either wait for him to get tired of us or we watch for some way out to present itself. Maybe he'll screw up and we can blackmail him. I'm just as scared as you are. Maybe more! I don't have a clue about what is going to happen to me and I'm terrified." She looked down and whispered, "You should be. He's a monster. He has things in mind for us that I can't even say out loud." Gee mom, thanks for the fucking reassurance! I didn't get to respond to that last statement, or question it. I'm not sure I wanted to have my question answered though. But Brad came in then and that was the end of the discussion for the time being. I saw mom glance at Brad. Her mind must have flashed on what I had been ordered to do with him at nine o'clock last night for the amusement of our new neighbor. She blushed and kept her eyes down. Brad looked at her and at me and I saw the concern coming back into his eyes. He was quiet for a minute and then he said, "Is something going on I should know about? Is someone dying of cancer? What the hell is happening with you two?!" We, Brad and I, were not allowed to swear. But mom never said a word. That only made him more curious. But he didn't get an answer and finally he got exasperated and said, "I'm gonna go hang out with Larry and Gordy. We might go to a movie this afternoon. I'll be back by suppertime." Then he went out and mom and I both sighed in relief. There was nothing we could say to him. He knew something was wrong but if he knew the truth he would undoubtedly do something stupid. We didn't want that. Mom kept glancing at her watch and I asked, "Do you have a date?" She looked up and reminded me that we had to go shopping at a store called Sweet Nothings today. I remembered seeing their ad in the paper every once in a while. It was a lingerie store. I didn't ask why we were going. I'm not that stupid. We left so that we could get to the store just as they opened. Mom said that she hoped if we got there early enough there wouldn't be anyone inside but the clerks. I wasn't sure why that was important but I didn't ask any questions. Not about that. Instead I asked, "How long have you been in his clutches?" After I said it I thought, "In his clutches", that's an appropriate way of saying it. She responded quietly, "It just started. He sent me an email last Wednesday and then on Thursday there was a big envelope slipped under the side door with all of his evidence. He ordered me to come over to his house that afternoon. I was never so scared in my life. As it turned out that fear was justified. He is a horrible man. He is nasty and perverted and he takes more pleasure from degrading me than fucking me!" Now I knew it was bad! My mother said fuck! My mother wouldn't say fuck if she had a mouthful of cock! I wanted to know more. I wanted details. I wanted to know what he was going to demand of me. I wanted to know but I was too afraid of what she would say if I asked her. I think it must be like when you have to have an operation. You know you have to do it but you don't want any of the details. You don't want to know anything about it. You just want to go to sleep and wake up when it's over. So I didn't ask. I slumped in my seat and stared out the side window. We didn't live in a very big town but it was big enough that I had never been to the area where this store was located. I was surprised when we pulled up into the parking lot. It was a lot bigger than I expected. I could see the display windows and they sold a lot more than lingerie. They sold a lot of very sexy clothing. The kind of thing that my mother would never permit me to wear, the kind of thing that even I wouldn't want to wear! Before we got out of the car she said, "There are already several cars here. There will be people inside. I have instructions on what I am to buy for you. But the worst part of it is that I have been instructed which booth you are to use to try on what I select." She paused and I could tell that she had some bad memories of this place. She took a deep breath and continued, "The last four changing booths do not have doors." She saw the look on my face and shrugged. She said, "It is the kind of place that people who like to show off go to buy clothes. Or where people who like to watch go to buy clothes. That was why I wanted to get here early. Honey, I'm sorry. But you are going to have to use one of those booths. We don't dare use one with a door on it. If one of those other customers was sent here by Sean then there would be hell to pay. He expects to be obeyed at all times." She lifted my face and looked into my eyes and said, "That punishment he gave you last night, honey that was nothing. That was more reward than punishment. He would much rather hurt us. And he is very good at it. You need to understand right now that you are going to hate what happens in there. But we have no choice. That is what it comes down to every time. We have no choice." She sat back and in a quiet, desperate voice she continued, "Our only way out is to destroy our lives in the process. I don't know what he has on you. He wouldn't tell me. But he said that it was far worse than what he has on me. I can't even imagine that. You have always been nearly perfect. I have always been so proud of you. But it was obvious when you gave in to him yesterday afternoon that he had something awful that he was holding over your head. I'm not going to ask you what it is. If you want to tell me I will gladly hear you out and help you in any way that I can. But whatever it is he has on you, keep it in mind while we are in that store. The clerks are nice and I don't think that we have to worry about them. But you never know if one of the other customers is a friend of his. I wouldn't put it past him." I sighed and nodded. I said, "I understand mom. I'll do what I have to do." I let the subject of what he was holding over my head pass by. Maybe the day would come that I could tell someone about that. But it wasn't now. We got out and went in the store. An attractive redhead looked up from the counter and seemed to recognize my mom from last week. She smiled and welcomed us to the store and told us that if we had any questions to please ask. Mom nodded and I followed her in. As I began to take note of the merchandise on display I was shocked! I knew one thing for sure now. I knew where strippers and prostitutes bought their clothes! But there were a lot of things that were pretty and sexy and were things that a woman could wear to please her husband or her lover or even just to attract a little attention at a party. She would have to be a woman with a lot of self assurance and a lot of nerve. That wasn't me. Mom had picked up a basket and she handed it to me. I had been buying my own underwear for a while now and she had to ask me what my sizes were. I told her and she went to the appropriate part of the store and began to fill the basket with the sluttiest, sexiest underwear that I had ever seen. They were very similar to the ones that I had seen on her bed when she was taking a shower the day before yesterday, the ones that had been full of cum. Our next stop was the back corner of the store where the bathing suits were displayed. She picked out suits that were actually obscene. There were three of them. They were almost see-through when they were dry. They would be nearly invisible when wet. Two were thong style bikinis consisting of three tiny patches of cloth and a few pieces of nearly invisible string. The third was a one piece but I couldn't figure out how it went on from looking at it. I could tell that it didn't cover much though. I thought that we were just here for lingerie but we weren't finished. I also got some tiny crop tops and halter tops, a couple of sheer blouses and three of the shortest micro miniskirt that I ever saw in my life. And the last selection was a little black dress. I have always wanted my own little black dress. It is like a sign that you are all grown up. Unfortunately that was not what this one was a sign of. The one she picked up for me went way past little. But I wouldn't know the half of it for several more minutes. Not until I tried it on. Mom had finished her selection and she turned to me and said, "Are you ready baby?" I glanced around. I had seen the four booths with no doors when we came in. I looked over there now and there were two couples trying on clothes. One woman was in a booth with the door closed. Her husband wasn't waiting for her to come out though. He was standing next to the other woman's husband and they were both watching her try on a dress. She was a very pretty woman in her mid to late twenties and the dress was hot. I stared at them in wonder. It was such a totally new concept for me to grasp. She was letting a strange man watch her change clothes. And she was smiling and sharing sexy looks with her husband who was also smiling. Mom nudged me and asked again, "Are you ready?" I wasn't. But I guess that didn't matter really. We made our way through the racks of sexy clothes to the changing booths. The two men and the woman who had just tried on the dress and was modeling it for them looked up and smiled as we approached. I would have thought it would be obvious that I was too young for this kind of stuff. If it was it didn't bother them. They gathered around as we selected a fitting room. They seemed eager to enjoy the show that I was about to put on. My mother hung up those items that were on hangars in the last booth. She placed the lingerie on the bench against the back of the booth and then she turned me to face her and whispered my instructions. "You must step into the booth and undress completely. Then you must try on each item, one piece at a time. You will always be at least semi naked. If you need help getting into any of those things you must come out here to me and ask me to help you. Each time you put an item on you must step out and turn around so that I can assure that it fits correctly." I listened to her instructions and as I did I was aware that I was having trouble catching my breath. How could I possibly do this?! Mom saw how scared I was. I was written all over my face. But she tightened her grip on my shoulders and continued, "I know you are going to hate this but I suspect very strongly that I have seen the man who was watching the young couple before. He was leaving Sean's house last Friday. He knows Sean. I'm not positive, but almost." She saw the near panic on my face at the idea of taking my clothes off in public and she said, "I'm sorry baby. Remember what I told you in the car. Think about what he is holding over your head. It's what I have to keep doing to maintain what little sanity I have left." I nodded and stepped into the booth. I stood facing the back of the booth and I undressed slowly. The blood was pounding so loudly in my ears that when I turned slightly to remove my shorts and saw that there were now more people standing there watching me I was shocked. I hadn't heard a thing! I felt like I was going to pass out. I looked at my mother and I saw the despair and the terror and I knew I had to be strong. I took a deep breath and tried to fool myself into thinking I was home alone in my room. When that didn't work I just tried humming my favorite song and not thinking at all. That seemed to help a little, very little. I hadn't planned for what was happening to me now when I got dressed this morning. But purely through dumb luck I was wearing a bra with a front closure. I was very grateful. Because there was no way I could have taken one of the other kind off. I would have had to go out to my mom and ask her to unfasten it. When finally I was naked I started trying on clothes. I started with the blouses because they were the items that were first on the hooks. I tried on each of the sheer blouses and buttoned them with shaking fingers. Then I stepped out of the booth and turned for my mother's approval. She tried to keep her face expressionless but I thought it was obvious that she was doing this under duress. I thought that it must also be obvious that I was also. But no one seemed to care. There were now three couples, two lone women and one lone man watching my little strip show. They couldn't help but notice that I was underage or that I was doing this against my will. Sure, no one was holding a gun to my head. But they should have known from the look on my face that I didn't want to be here. And they should have seen that these clothes were totally inappropriate for someone my age. I don't know what they suspected but I know that they were smiling and discussing each item I tried on. They also made a lot of remarks about the parts of me that weren't covered. I had wished in the past that I had a more heavy growth of pubic hair. But I had never wished it like I did at this moment. I knew that they could see my slit. I even heard them comment on how tight and virginal it looked! But the show went on. I tried on all the tops. I had known when I saw them that they were revealing. But when I saw what they looked like on me I realized that I had underestimated just how much of me was going to be exposed. I was pretty sure that I could get arrested in several of these things! I had just about gotten used to parading around bottomless by the time I finished trying on tops. Well, getting used to it might be a little strong. I was starting to be able to breathe again. Then it was time to try on the little skirts and parade around topless. The level of humiliation was jacked right back up to full blast. I didn't think it was necessary to try on all of the skirts. There was hardly any difference between them. But mom said I had to. Then it was time to try on the little black dress. It was extremely sexy but it was incredibly beautiful too. I had some unbelievably mixed emotions about putting it on. I thought that it was a very pretty and very adult dress. I actually couldn't wait to see how I looked in it. But I still hated this modeling I was forced to do and was leery of the dress because I thought it unlikely that I would be allowed to wear anything that didn't put far too much of me on display for the general public. But I had no more options now than when I came in here an hour or so ago. I pulled the dress on. There was nothing to zip or button. The top was two little strips of cloth that came up over the center of my breasts, only just barely covering my nipples, and tied around behind the back of my neck. Once it was tied in place I looked down. Both sides of both breasts were exposed. I tried to spread the pleated material but it wouldn't stay in place that way. It gathered over the center of my breasts and no matter what I did it only just covered my nipples. It was as short as the micro miniskirts I had tried on but there was something else that I hadn't been aware of until I tried it on. The back was scooped so low that the top two or three inches of my butt was exposed. I turned my back to the mirror in the booth. I could see the top two inches of my butt crack! It looked nasty! Not my butt, I mean the dress looked obscene. It could only be described as slutty. Everything I had tried on had been slutty but this was above and beyond. But then I remembered the bathing suits and suddenly the dress didn't seem so bad. After I stepped out of the booth and modeled the dress, and received a round of applause, I went back in and started taking it off. As I stepped out of it and hung it back up I suddenly was struck by the thought that Sean was spending a lot of money on slutty clothes. This could not be just for outfits for me to wear in his backyard. He had something far more evil in mind. As soon as I realized it though, I chased the thought from my mind. Whatever it was I didn't want to know. I was standing and looking down at the lingerie and the bathing suits now. I was still not used to walking out of this booth all but naked and entertaining the crowd. In a way that was silly because they were watching me during every change of clothing that I made. But I had an imaginary safety zone inside the booth. Stepping out made me vulnerable again. Like I said, silly. It didn't matter which of the remaining articles I put on next. They were tiny and covered almost nothing. I just wanted to do this and get it over with. I put on the first bra and I was surprised to realize that my hands were no longer shaking. And the blood was no longer pounding in my ears. But I wasn't having fun yet either. I modeled one bra after another until they had all had their turn in the light. Then I tried on the panties as quickly as possible. Many of them were thongs and they were all tiny and did more to highlight my sex than to cover it. But then, that was the purpose of nearly everything I had tried on. And then it was just the suits. I put the first bikini top on and modeled it. Then I took it off and modeled the tiny thong that went with it. I was shocked when I stepped back into the booth and took it off and realized that the material was damp. I hoped no one had noticed. But I didn't understand. I was not excited by what I was being forced to do. I had never been so humiliated in my life. I didn't understand why my pussy was getting damp. I didn't feel like I was aroused. I felt like a piece of meat. I put it out of my mind. It was just one more facet of my humiliation. I tried on the other suit. It was identical to the first but in a different bright color. Then there was one item left. That strange collection of string and cloth that I didn't think I would be able to figure out. It had a card attached with instructions but they just didn't make sense. I stood with my back to my audience and held the suit up and tried to figure it out. I read the card again and still it made no sense. There was only one thing left to do. I had already shown everyone out there everything that I had but for some strange reason stepping out there naked and dressing in the middle of a crowd was much worse. My mother must have gone through the same humiliation only last week. I could see that she understood and that she sympathized. That helped a little but only just a very little. I gave up and walked over to her with the suit in my hand and confusion in my face. She gave me a wry smile and took the suit from me. She rearranged a bunch of strings and turned it around and bent over holding it open for me to step into. I put one leg through the hole she had made and then she lined the other leg up for me. She pulled the suit up and lined what very little wispy cloth there was with my slit. Then she made some more adjustments and pulled the top up. It consisted almost entirely of thin string and the top of it went around my neck and was tied tight. Then my mom turned me around and rested the two remaining patches of cloth over my nipples. The strings were pulled tight and the crotch piece seemed to be working itself into my slit. It was only an inch wide, if that, and I feared that it would soon disappear inside of me completely. The two little patches over my nipples were pulled tight and the cloth stretched to the point that even dry and in this dim light in the store they were nearly invisible. All of a sudden I longed for the bathing suits that my mother had insisted I wear. The granny suits as I called them. I turned and modeled the suit and then, to the sound of applause, I returned to the booth and took the suit off. I started to put on the clothes that I had worn when I came in and turned to see that everyone still watching. Fucking perverts! Mom stopped me when I started putting my clothes on. She reached into the clothes hanging up and pulled out one of the tiny skirts and a crop top and told me to put them on. When I was dressed mom came over and helped me gather up all the clothes and we went to the counter to check out. The redhead congratulated me on my beautiful body and said that I had looked stunning in the clothes I had selected. I had nothing to say to that. She took the tags off the clothes I was wearing and she rang everything up. I gaped at the total in disbelief. I wasn't paying any attention to the prices when we had gone through selecting these slut clothes. And I was far too humiliated when I was trying them on and modeling to notice how much they cost. So when she totaled it all up and I saw that these tiny pieces of cloth that I didn't want to wear cost nearly eight hundred dollars my jaw dropped almost to the floor. The redhead saw my expression and laughed. As she was putting everything in bags she said, "Sweetheart, you are beautiful. You are well worth the money." She didn't seem to realize that I was going to be raped this afternoon. But then, how could she know that? All of the clothes I had tried on fit easily in four large bags. We carried them out to the car and put them in the trunk. Then we sat in the front seat with the air conditioner on and stared straight ahead, both of us lost in thought. I tried to ignore that the slightest move I made would expose my pussy. This skirt was not made to protect one's modesty and they did not seem to take sitting down into consideration either. Mom finally put the car in gear and I said in a quiet, flat voice, "For the first time ever I understand the phrase, 'I need a drink.' I don't think I will ever be the same." Mom replied, "I know. I still have nightmares of last Friday when he made me do it. Even with everything that has happened since, and some bad things have happened since, I think that was the worst. So many people saw me naked. And they must have known that I hated it and that I was doing it against my will. I don't understand them." I wasn't paying attention at first. I assumed that we were going home now. I was surprised and disappointed when I realized that we weren't. This part of town was still unfamiliar. I looked around and asked, "Where are we going now?" Mom sighed and replied, "One more stop baby. I have to buy you a pair of high heels, a pair of very high heels." Oh crap! I forgot about the shoes. I looked down at my lap and tried to imagine trying on shoes in this skirt. I wasn't comfortable with the picture that came to mind. Mom drove for ten more minutes and then exclaimed, "Shit! I know it's around here somewhere!" She circled around the block a few times and finally pulled into a parking place on the street. She put some money in the meter and I followed her a half a block to a sleazy looking shoe store. Well, not just shoes, they also sold other leather stuff. I didn't know what half of it was but the things I recognized made me nervous just to be in the room with them. A fat old guy looked up when we came in and smiled. He called out, "Good morning cunts! I was expecting you." I glanced at mom. This did not bode well. He pointed to a seat and we sat facing the front of the little store. He came around and looked at me and smiled. No, that isn't right. He didn't smile. He leered. I suddenly felt even dirtier than I had when I was parading around nearly naked in Sweet Nothings. He bent down and I struggled to hold my skirt in place as he picked up one of my feet and looked at it. He ran his hand over it and up over my ankle and then he asked, "What is your shoe size little cunt?" It was kind of weird. He was saying the nastiest things in the friendliest tone of voice. It was like we had stepped into some kind of Bizarro shoe store! I told him what my size was the last time I had bought shoes and he heard that I was unsure when I answered him. He pulled up one of those little benches they use in shoe stores and sat down facing me. He stared at my legs for a long moment before he reached down and lifted one leg up and slipped my sandal off. It had not been necessary. I could have just stepped out of it. But he lifted my leg almost chest high and slowly lifted my sandal off and dropped it beside him. He leered at me and then he looked at my mother. She seemed to come to her senses and she said, "Lisa, I forgot. I'm sorry. I was so distraught when I came in here that I forgot the rules. Put your hands on the armrests and don't move them unless instructed to do so." I groaned at the prospect of the humiliation that was about to be heaped on me. But I did what mom had suggested earlier and tried to concentrate on why I had to do these things. I put my arms up on the armrests and the fat old clerks eyes lit up as my tiny skirt fell away and he had a clear view of my pussy. He stared at it for a moment and in his polite, friendly, slightly accented voice he said, "I don't get many virgins in here. Lovely! Simply lovely! Your master is such a lucky man!" He finally put my foot down and repeated the process with my other foot. By the time he had removed my other sandal my skirt had lifted enough that half of my pubic patch was exposed. He stared for a little longer and then he pulled one of those measuring devices from under my chair and rested it on the floor in front of me. He instructed me to stand and his hand guided my foot to the device. Then it glided slowly up the inside of my leg and came to rest between my thighs, pressing right up against my pussy! I made a strangled little squeaky noise when he touched me and he smiled up at me. He said, "You have beautiful legs, cunt, and beautiful feet. They are so soft and tender and smooth. Your toes look positively delicious!" What a fucking freak!!! He finally leaned down and with one hand he took my measurement. His other hand remained in place between my legs. He measured the other foot and with obvious reluctance he removed his hands from my body and stood up. He said, "You can sit down again, cunt." It was totally strange the way he said that in such a polite and almost solicitous voice! It almost made me laugh! He was gone for only a couple of minutes. He returned with two shoe boxes in his arms and sat back down. He took his time and placed the first pair of shoes on my feet. There were long leather straps that came up and wound around my ankle and calf several times and then buckled in place. I didn't know much about kinky, but I knew that this was kinky. I had never seen a shoe like this before. And the heel! I had only ever worn flats. I had never worn a high heel in my life and I was about to start with a six inch heel! He asked me to stand once he had the shoes on and I couldn't even get out of my chair. He smiled and stood up and then offered me his hand. I took it and with more than a little effort he was able to get me up on the shoes. Never mind that I couldn't stand without holding on to something. They hurt! My feet were being squeezed down into the pointy toes as I stood there and it hurt like hell! I told him that and he just smiled and said, "Yes, awful isn't it. Maybe you'll cry." There was something wrong with this moron! I started to wonder if he was George Bush's older fatter brother! I was really hurting but when I tried to sit down he clamped down on my arm and shook his head. I looked up at him and he said, "Now you learn to walk, cunt." He put his arm around my waist and he placed his hand just beneath and pressing up against my boob. He said, "Come on cunt, one step at a time. You'll learn. It's good for you. It makes your ass look fantastic. It fucks up your feet. But it makes your ass look so fuckable. Men love it." I thought to myself, "Oh well, in that case. As long as it will make my ass look fuckable that's all that matters!" Fortunately I was in too much pain to actually speak. I started walking slowly while he all but carried me around the small room. We walked in a circle and as we walked his hand was slowly creeping up over my boob. I honestly didn't care at this point. My legs were feeling like they were going to start cramping and my toes were screaming in pain. I was not the picture of grace. My ankles wobbled around like I had never walked before. I just didn't think that it was possible that I would be able to walk in these things, ever! He was quietly encouraging me and he refused to let me stop and rest. When I all but insisted that I couldn't go on he stopped in front of a collection of small leather whips and picked one up. He swished it back and forth in front of my face a few times and said, "You must learn to walk. I don't want to hurt you. You are a pretty little cunt. I love your toes. But if I don't make you walk we are both in deep shit. Better I hurt you and make you walk. So you walk." I noticed two things. He had a hard on now. And his accent seemed to be getting thicker. That was probably just a coincidence though. I stared at the little black whip for a second and decided that my toes would have to adjust. He continued to march me around until my ankles seemed to have gotten the hang of it. He relaxed his grip on my boob and my waist and gradually turned me loose. I was still not graceful but I wasn't falling down. My toes were screaming still, but not as loudly. I made two circuits of the room on my own and he said, "That's good. You practice at home and pretty soon no sweat." I had come to a stop in front of him and he said, "Turn around, face the back." I turned my back to him and he said, "Lift skirt. Let me see ass." I obeyed with so much ease that it bothered me. I lifted my skirt in the back and held it up. He said, "I told you cunt. Your ass looks so fuckable!" He stared at my ass for a minute and then he said, "Okay cunt. Sit down." I turned and took my seat again and as he returned to the bench in front of me and lifted my legs I suddenly became aware that there were four boys about my age staring in through the large plate glass window. They had just seen my ass! They were all grinning and I couldn't hear them but I could see them talking excitedly and I didn't need a lot of imagination to figure out what they were saying. The clerk just smiled and said, "See. Those boys would love to fuck your ass." He lifted my leg again and I remembered to put my arms back on the armrests. He smiled and took his time removing the strap and taking my shoe off. It was instant relief when he removed the shoe. I gasped in pain and then sighed deeply as the relief washed over me. I had an idea now what it must have been like for those poor oriental women who were forced to bind their feet. I tried not to look at the boys out front but they were ducking down and moving over to try to see my pussy. I couldn't tell how much they could see and I didn't really want to know since there was nothing that I could do about it. He picked my other leg up and once more he took his sweet time removing the shoe. He held my leg in place dropped the pointy shoe into the box. Then he massaged my foot for a second and I saw that he still had a hard on. I had to wonder if it was because he could see my pussy or because he was getting off on rubbing my fucking foot. The trouble was, as gross as this guy was he was funny. I had to struggle not to laugh at him. He got a little less funny when, after he finished massaging my foot he slid his hand slowly up my leg and his fingers came to rest against my pussy again. I knew that the boys outside could see well enough to know what he was doing. I just gripped the armrest until my knuckles turned white and waited to find out what kind of torture I would be subjected to when he opened the second shoe box that he had brought out. I had a long wait. He played with my pussy for a long time and his eyes kept flittering between my face, my tits, my pussy and my toes. The poor moron didn't know what he wanted to fuck! He finally sighed and let my foot down. My skirt stayed in place above my pubic hair now. He reached down to open the second box and when he did the boys must have gotten a clear view of my pussy. The excitement level out there rose noticeably. I was surprised that they didn't come in for a closer look. Surprised but relieved. The clerk reached into the second shoe box and pulled out a sandal. I was surprised that it wasn't another freaky looking shoe. It had an outrageously high heel, about the same as the shoe I had just tried on, but it didn't have that horrible pointy toe. I was worried about keeping it on since there was just a small strap over the lower portion of my foot just above my toes that would hold it in place. He slipped them both on, using that same method of lifting my feet to his chest and slowly putting the shoes in place. Then he stood and helped me to my feet once more. His arm circled my waist and once more his hand came to rest on my tit. He gave it a friendly little squeeze and he smiled and said, "Okay pretty little cunt. Let's walk some more." The sandals were more comfortable sitting than standing. But they were far and away more comfortable than the first pair of shoes I had tried on. We circled the store a couple of times and he let me loose. This time I did much better. I still wasn't graceful but I was starting to get the hang of it. Walking in the sandals wasn't nearly as painful as those first shoes. I walked around the store a couple of times and he said, "Okay cunt. That's good. Come here now. Show me fuckable ass again." I glanced at the boys in the window but then I ignored them and stood in front of the clerk. I lifted my skirt and this time I heard the hoots and whistles from the boys as the clerk stared at my ass and said, "God damn fuckable ass alright! Next time I see you we gonna fuck little cunt. You come back you won't be virgin and we fuck for sure." I couldn't figure out where the hell he was from. I had never heard that accent before. And even if he did have an accent he still sounded like a moron. He made me sit down again and he replaced the new sandals with my old ones. He put my feet back down and spread my legs open. He lifted my skirt a little higher and then he stared at my face and slowly lifted my crop top over my tits. I held onto the armrests for dear life and tried desperately to ignore the hoots from outside. The clerk stood up and said, "Pretty little virgin cunt, you don't move. Not one inch. If you move you gonna be sorry so much!" Then he grabbed my mother's arm and said, "Come on pretty mama cunt. We go look for shoes in the back room." My mother let him pull her along but I heard her say, "But those boys! They are going to…" He interrupted, "Those boys won't fuck her. They know better." I heard a door open and then slam shut in the back of the store. As soon as the door slammed the boys lifted their faces from the glass and rushed in through the wide open door. They gathered in front of me and stared at me quietly for a few long moments. Then they started talking about my body and the things that they would like to do to it. The largest of the four boys walked around the chairs and stood behind me. He leaned over and said, "Old Ivan gets sluts in here all the time buying weird shit. I never saw a girl as young as you in here before. How old are you?" I didn't know if I had to answer him but I knew I wasn't supposed to move. So when his hand came around in front of me and his fingers began pinching my nipple I gasped and exclaimed, "Sixteen! I'm sixteen! That hurts!" He laughed quietly and said, "Of course it hurts stupid. That's why I did it. If you don't want it to hurt stop playing games and answer me when I ask you something." His hand was still holding my tit and squeezing it. But at least he wasn't hurting me now. I felt his lips on my ear. He didn't kiss me he just moved his lips over my ear and toyed with my tit while his three friends stood in front of me and enjoyed the view of my exposed privates. But then, they aren't really private anymore, are they? He asked me another question in that quiet, teasing voice and before I could answer his fingers moved back to my nipple. My nipples were both erect and they thought that was amusing. It made me furious. But there was nothing I could do about it. He asked me why I was in here buying slut shoes. His fingers started to clamp down on my nipples and I answered immediately to forestall any further pain. I said, "I was sent her by my master to get them!" He asked, "Who's the broad that went in the back with Ivan?" I groaned as he started to clamp down but I answered in time. He let up as I quickly exclaimed, "My mom! It's my mother!" He chuckled and asked, "No shit! Your fucking mother brought you in to buy slut shoes and let old Ivan feel you up and show you off? That's pretty fucking hot!" He asked me a few more question. He wanted to know what grade I was going to be in and what school I went to. His last question before Ivan came back out with my obviously well fucked mother was, "How many men have fucked you?" He didn't believe me when I said that I was a virgin. He reached down and started to slide his finger into my pussy when he heard the door open in back. Under his breath he said, "Shit!" Then he straightened up and said, "I'll look for you next year slut." I wasn't convinced that he went to school at all. If he did it was probably not to my school. We were on the other side of town and they had their own high school over here. But I had more to worry about in my life right now than this juvenile delinquent. He and his friends slowly and calmly walked out of the store and stood around watching us through the window again. Ivan put the shoes he had selected for me back into their boxes and handed them to me. I noticed that no money changed hands here. Apparently Ivan traded leather goods for sex with his customers. I saw the pained look in my mother's face. By now she must have been emotionally devastated. The things that she was having to do in the last week since Sean had taken over her life had to be tearing her up inside. Being forced to put me on display in a clothing store and then fucking a dirty old man for a couple pairs of shoes were concepts that would have been totally foreign to her a week ago. We left then. I followed her out of the store and as we passed the boys outside I saw two of them fall in on either side of her. The other two fell in beside me and as we walked down the nearly deserted street the boys freely groped our asses. I suppose that after what they had seen in the store they figured we were fair game. Apparently they were correct. My mother ignored them and I took my cue from her. It was harder for me though. I was wearing that tiny skirt and the boys had their hands resting directly on my bare skin. We finally reached our car and mom opened the trunk. We put the shoes in. Then mom looked at her watch and swore. She sounded panicky when she said, "Oh shit! We took too long. We're going to be late!" The boys stood on the sidewalk and watched us now. Mom dug around in one of the bags and pulled out one of my new bikinis and grabbed the box with the sandals in it. We got in the car and I saw that it was almost twelve- thirty. We were supposed to be at Sean's house at one. We had spent too much time trying on clothes and it had taken me too long to learn how to walk in the new shoes. We drove off and as soon as we were on the road mom said, "Put the suit and your new sandals on." Her voice was tense and she was obviously more than nervous, she was scared. I struggled to change clothes as discreetly as possible as we sped down the highway. It wasn't until I was wearing the tiny little suit that it occurred to me to ask, "You mean I'm going to have to wear this outside?! Mom, what if someone sees me?!" She voice sounded dull, lifeless, hopeless as she responded, "What does it matter. We have no choice. If we don't do what he wants…" There was a long pause and finally she finished her thought. "If we don't do what he wants he punishes us. Trust me Lisa. You do not want to be punished." It began to look like it wouldn't be a problem anyway. In an attempt to get back in time mom was driving like it was the last lap of the Daytona 500 and she was about to come in second. She was trying to pass every car on the road. I was looking out the windshield trying to figure out how long I had to live. It was just a question of which car we were going to hit and when. Every few seconds I glanced at the clock in the dashboard and all the while I was wondering what the doctors and nurses at the hospital were going to think when they wheeled my torn and twisted body into the emergency room in this bathing suit. It was not a pretty picture. Somehow we made it though. We pulled into our driveway with two minutes to spare. We carried my new clothes inside and mom tore off her clothes and put on a bathing suit that was identical to the one that I wore except for the color. She put on a pair of matching high heel sandals and we teetered over to Sean's gate. When we got there it must have been exactly one. I waited for mom to open the gate or knock or something but she just stood there with her head down and waited. I waited impatiently with her. I didn't want to go inside that yard but I was listening carefully for any sign that there was someone on the street or sidewalk behind me. I was nearly as scared of being seen in this outfit by a neighbor as I was of what was going to happen once we entered that yard. I was so aware that from the back my mother and I must both appear to be naked. Hell! From the back we were naked! He must have kept us waiting there for close to five minutes. I didn't hear anyone walk past on the sidewalk behind us but I heard several cars pass and I prayed that they didn't see us and that they were no one that we knew. Sean finally opened the back gate and after looking us over he turned and walked away as if we didn't even exist. The arrogant bastard! He returned to his seat on the patio and we followed him after mom closed the gate. He ignored my mother at first. He waited until I was standing in front of him and he stared at my all but naked body and in a conversational voice he asked, "Did you enjoy your shopping trip?" Yeah, right! Like that was possible! I kept my head down though and answered quietly but truthfully, "No master. It was humiliating." He grinned and said, "That was the point, cunt. But I'm told that you did very well today. The other customers were extremely pleased by your performance. And Ivan called to rave about you. He can't wait until you need another pair of shoes or a nice leather outfit. You impressed him with your sweet young virginal body. He wants to fuck you so badly. I almost feel sorry for him." He surprised us when he didn't immediately tear my suit off and separate me from my virginity. Instead, he sat back and relaxed and said, "I want you two to splash around in the pool for a while. Cool off and relax. I'll call you out when I'm ready for you." Mom responded, "Yes master," and we went to the steps and waded into the pool until we were up to our necks. The cool water did feel good and we relaxed a little. I looked down through the water and I saw that the brightly colored patches of our suits had all but disappeared. The splashes of color served only to call attention to the parts of our bodies that were supposed to be covered in public. We floated around together but we couldn't talk openly. I had nothing to say that I wanted Sean to hear. There were things that I might have asked my mother, if I could get up the nerve. But a lot of them were about him. So we were quiet, just staying close together for comfort. I glanced at Sean out of the corner of my eye from time to time. I didn't understand why he was delaying the inevitable. He was ignoring us though. He was sitting back with his feet up and sipping on a beer as if he hadn't a care in the world. I soon found out why my virginity remained intact. The doorbell rang and he answered it using the intercom by the patio door. A moment later two men came in through the house carrying large cases. They glanced our way as they came into the yard but didn't pay us much attention. Sean went over and greeted them and they talked quietly for a few minutes. Then they opened their cases and pulled out large, professional looking movie cameras. They plugged in a bunch of wires from the cameras to some kind of metal connection box by the patio door. When the men were ready, Sean came over to the side of the pool and told us what he wanted us to do. He ordered us to get out of the pool, put our high heels back on and, acting as if there were no cameras around we were to stretch and pose in natural poses, allowing the cameras to get a good look at us. Then I was to move over to stand in front of Sean. My mother was ordered to remove the two tiny garments I was wearing, caress my tits for a minute and then he would take over. Mom and I glanced at each other uncomfortably. It was bad enough that I was about to be raped by this son of a bitch. But in front of an audience! And recorded! What was he going to do with those movies? Mom headed for the steps and when I was slow to follow she grabbed my hand and pulled me along. We climbed out of the pool, hand in hand and I saw that for all intents and purposes we were both naked. We slipped our new sandals on. The ones that made our asses "look so fuckable" according to Ivan. We tried to ignore the cameras as we shook the water off of our bodies and posed self-consciously, trying to act as if what we were doing were perfectly natural. After a few minutes my mother took me by the hand and led me over to stand in front of Sean. She moved behind me and untied my top. As it fell away she grabbed it and dropped it on the table beside him. Then she teasingly pulled at the bows on my hips. They came loose and my bottoms fell away. After dropping the bottom of my suit on the table my mother reached around me and gently teased my tits. I was so nervous about being touched this way by my own mother and by the fact that two men were seemingly sucking all of the air out of the backyard with those large cameras that I almost was able to not think about Sean. I wasn't able to ignore him for long though. After watching my mother tease my tits right in front of his face for several minutes he stood up and ordered me to undress him. He was wearing only a sport shirt which was unbuttoned and hanging open and a pair of trunks. His body held no surprises for me after yesterday. But still I despised him and had no desire to do the things that he was about to make me do. I remembered my mother's advice to concentrate on the reason that I had to do this. I also remembered his warnings about hesitating and I began moving immediately. I reached up and pulled his shirt off of his broad shoulders and set it on the table near my suit. I reached down and began to work his trunks down. His cock was not totally soft, but it was nowhere near hard. I pulled the front of his suit out and away from his cock in front and worked it down past his knees. I pushed it down to the patio floor and he stepped out of it. When I stood back up he looked me in the eye and said with that arrogant smile of his plastered all over his face, "I watched you closely last night with your brother. I saw how badly you wanted to fuck him, and how much you wanted to suck his cock. You horny little bitch. Well, after today you'll be able to. In fact, I encourage it. But I'm going to be your first. Pull a cushion over here and let me teach you how to be a good cocksucker little girl." The cameras zoomed in as I knelt between his legs and reached out once more to grasp his cock. I had thought that after holding it yesterday and after bringing my brother to orgasm twice last night I would not be so nervous. That was not the case. Sean still scared me and his cock was larger and uglier than Brad's. The cameras seemed to amplify the fear and humiliation that I was experiencing. They were so intrusive! The cameras didn't seem to bother Sean though. He ignored them and said, "Okay little girl, the first thing you need to do is skin back my foreskin and gently lick the head of my cock. Sometimes dirt and sweat and drops of piss and other bodily fluids collect under the foreskin and they need to be cleaned out. My favorite method of cleaning my cock is in a fucking cunt's mouth." I stared at the very tip of his cock which was peeking out from under his foreskin. It was leaking lubricant and it looked pretty gross. I started to lean forward slowly and he asked quietly, "Are you hesitating, you little bitch?" I paused long enough to respond, "No sir." I had been but I didn't now. I could smell his cock as my face drew close. It wasn't a foul smell exactly, but he smelled of sweat. I suppose he was reasonably clean but it was a hot day and he had been sweating. I finally touched the tip of my tongue to the head of his cock. I moved my tongue over it before dredging up the courage to gently pull the foreskin away from it. I didn't look. I didn't want to see the crud that was there, if there was any. I stared at his stomach as I swirled my tongue around his cock for a few minutes. I felt his eyes staring at me and I was constantly aware of the cameras catching every debasing act I was forced to perform in great detail. Before he continued with my cocksucking lesson he ordered my mother to remove her suit and then to kneel beside me. When she was in place he said, "Okay cunt. It will be easier for your little girl to learn how to suck cocks properly if she gets turned on. Don't you agree?" My mother quickly answered, "Yes master." Sean grinned and said, "Since she is only sixteen and a stupid virgin she is going to need all of the help she can get. I want you to reach between her legs and see if you can raise her excitement level a bit. And I am going to fuck her soon and enjoy taking her virginity. She will need all of the moisture she can wring out of that little pussy to take my big cock. You know what to do." I felt my mother's hand as she gently worked it between my legs from behind and then began to tease my pussy with her fingertips. At first I was so turned off by the idea of being touched there by my mother that it had the opposite of the desired effect. Before very long though, the sensations started to become very pleasant and all but irresistible. I realized once more that being aroused made these kinds of things easier to do. Sean returned his attention to me and said, "I'm not going to cum in your mouth this time cunt. I'm going to cum in your pussy when I rape you in a few minutes. And I know that, since this is the first time you have sucked a cock you won't be very good at it. You won't be able to take it into your throat, yet. But I had better see some enthusiasm. I won't settle for a dispassionate blowjob. I want my cocksuckers to really throw themselves into their work." He said, "Okay bitch. You can stop concentrating on the head now. Start sliding your lips down the shaft as far as you can. I want to feel your tongue, but I had better not feel your teeth if you don't want to eat through a straw for the rest of your life." His cock had been growing as I licked the head and it felt like it was fully erect now. I thought that the head of it pretty well filled my mouth but I had to try to please him. The alternative was unimaginable. I wrapped my lips around his cock just past the head. I started slowly sliding my lips down and gently moving my hand on the shaft the way my mother had taught me yesterday. I had hardly moved my head at all before I started to gag. I knew from what I had seen yesterday that he would not abide a gagging cocksucker. The terror didn't seem to help though. My mother leaned closer and whispered, "Sweetheart. Swallow before you slide your mouth down over his cock. It takes some practice but once you get the hang of it you won't gag like that." It didn't help that she sounded as scared as I was. But I tried it and after a few attempts I found that I was taking nearly half of his fat cock into my mouth without gagging. I had heard the term deep throat before. I knew what it was. I was certain though that it was a skill which I would never acquire. There was no way this monstrous slab of meat was going any farther into my mouth than it was already. I was struggling to handle what I had in my mouth now! He let me work on his cock for several minutes before he pushed my head away and ordered me to stand. I got up and stepped back as he stood in front of me. He moved his beer and his watch and his wallet from the patio table and set them on the deck nearby. Then he picked me up and set me on the table, right in the wet spot where his beer had been. I winced at the cold but said nothing. Sean pushed me onto my back on the table and spread my legs as far as they would go. He lifted them up and ordered my mother to move to the other side of the table and hold my legs in place. It was a very humiliating position. I was totally exposed and helpless. Sean sat back down in his chair and leaned forward. He examined my pussy and then he began to use his tongue on it. What Brad had done last night had been fantastic but Sean knew what he was doing! His tongue explored my virgin opening and teased all the most sensitive areas and even though I fought it I started becoming very, very turned on. What my mother had been doing earlier with her hand was nice, pleasant. This was exciting. I had one camera pointed at my face and another at my pussy as he ate me to orgasm several times. Then he stretched my pussy open as far as possible and one of the cameras came in for a super close-up. I didn't realize at first that they were getting a shot of my hymen! Oh well. It was just one more humiliation in what was becoming a life of humiliations. Once they had photographed my insides the camera moved out of the way and my mother continued to hold my legs out of the way to facilitate my rape. Sean moved between my legs and his cock came to rest on my very wet slit. He didn't put it in me at first. He moved it back and forth and the stimulation of that hot, fleshy rod on my slit was irresistible, but I was still uncomfortable with the idea of that very large thing entering me. I couldn't deny though that it felt very nice sliding up and down through my slit and gently moving over my blood engorged clit. He did that for several minutes. He was watching my face and I knew that he saw how much he was turning me on and that it amused him. I didn't want to be seen to give in to him. I couldn't help it though. I was aroused and as much as I hated this man and feared his cock I still wanted something inside of me. I would have preferred that it be just about anyone but this man or his kinky friends. A boy from school would have been nice. Even my brother would have been better than this. But it was going to be Sean. I felt the pleasant sensation stop and he pressed the head of his cock into my opening. I closed my eyes and despite my arousal I felt myself tensing up. Sean said, "Open your eyes, cunt. The camera wants to record your soul when I burst through your hymen." I thought, "What a horrible thing! The most private moment of my life and they want to turn it into porn." But I opened my eyes. I didn't look at the cameraman who was recording my face. I stared up at the awning over the deck and tried to force myself to relax as Sean slowly forced his cock inside of me. I felt my pussy expanding as his cock entered me and it was uncomfortable, but even so I couldn't help being aroused by the sensations it evoked as it stretched me almost beyond my body's ability to cope. I had to remind myself that my pussy was blessed with the ability to stretch wide enough to accommodate the birth of a child. It helped to ease the fear. He was teasing me, entering me so slowly, forcing me to continue to anticipate that moment when his cock tore through my hymen and everything changed. I had expected it to be a rapid and violent event. But it wasn't. He was moving in and out of me at a snail's pace, entering me a fraction farther each time. But then I felt the pressure inside me as the head of his cock finally came into contact with my hymen. He smiled at my mother and said, "I can feel it. I feel your baby girl's cherry being stretched by the head of my cock." I tensed up again and I glanced at is face for the first time in several minutes. The pleasure in his face was sickening. This entire situation was sickening. I was being violated by a man that I despised while my mother held my legs up and out obscenely and two strange men recorded every horrible moment of my degradation, most probably for the entertainment of men all over the world. I didn't doubt that this movie would soon be for sale on the internet. As I had that thought it occurred to me how the clothing my mother had picked out for me today was being paid for! Sean withdrew and then plunged his cock back into me several times, stopping when he felt the head of his cock stretching my hymen each time. I wanted to scream at him to get it over with. But I also wanted to beg him not to do it. I ended up laying there, a bundle of ragged nerves, waiting for the inevitable. And then it came. I didn't cry out. My body tensed, my eyes got wide and I felt every nerve in my body seem to contract in pain as he finally shredded that thin barrier with his large cock. It was done. I was no longer a virgin. I suddenly felt very sad. I shed a few quick tears of regret but I didn't cry. I refused to give him the satisfaction. I lay there under him as he leaned over me with his cock buried all the way inside of me and I fought to keep my feelings from showing. He spoke to my mother again, taunting her. "Your baby has such a hot, tight cunt. I hope it doesn't get stretched out too soon by all of the cocks I'm going to let use it." I tried to ignore what he was saying. I concentrated instead on the stuffed feeling in my pussy. It didn't hurt when he wasn't moving. But after a long moment he began to slowly move his cock in and out of me and at first I could feel the place inside of me that had been torn. It was unpleasant but it was a bearable pain. The pain was slowly easing though. With each stroke it seemed to be fading away. I noticed that once the pain retreated, the sensation of being filled and stretched by a large cock began to get very pleasant. I was never in any danger of achieving orgasm though. I just held on and stared at the awning, trying not to see the pain in my mother's face or the arrogant but ecstatic look on the face of my rapist. And I was still trying to imagine that the cameras didn't exist. Sean fucked me harder and faster and towards the end he was leaning over me grunting and swearing and his sweat was dripping off of him and onto my ravaged body. I could tell that it was almost over and I just concentrated on that. And then it was over. He attacked me with several long brutal strokes and finally I felt him cumming inside of me. I couldn't feel his cum. I felt his cock throbbing and I felt his body shivering as if he were cold. I knew that his slime was shooting out of his cock and contaminating my insides though. I shivered in revulsion at the idea of it. But I raised no protest. I lay there submissively and permitted every indignity that amused them. He stayed over me for a long time after he came. I felt his cock slowly recede and it must have been completely soft when he finally let it slide from my body. He stepped back slightly and the camera focused on his soft cock. After getting a shot of his slimy cock with the ring of my virgin blood around the base and a few thin streaks on the shaft they focused on my freshly raped pussy for a few moments. I thought it was over but the indignities just kept on coming. My mother was forced to suck his cock and balls clean. I turned my head away but the sounds of her mouth at work on his nasty cock nearly made me vomit. But still that wasn't the worst. When Sean was satisfied that his cock was clean enough he grabbed a handful of my mother's hair and guided her around the table and between my legs. He instructed her to clean my thighs and then my pussy. I saw her gag. Her face had gone pure white in horror as she contemplated for several long seconds the incredibly nasty task that they had set out for her. The tears were flowing freely down her cheeks now. But as horrified as she was she didn't resist. The cameras caught it all as she cleaned my thighs and then began to slurp up the cum escaping from my freshly raped pussy. Finally the outside was clean and she began to worm her tongue up inside of me. While she worked, Sean stood nearby watching closely. He said, "I love to watch a mommy eat out her little girl's cunt. It really turns me on, especially when I have just taken her little girl's cherry. I'm going to enjoy you two cunts for a very long time I think." Unlike earlier when Sean had eaten my pussy, or last night with Brad, I felt nothing now. I felt cold inside. I heard Sean say, "Make sure you get it all Jill. You don't want your little girl getting knocked up. Maybe later we can find some big black man to get her pregnant. But for now I like her just the way she is." I had resisted for as long as I could. Now I started crying too. And the camera was right there to capture it. These fucking pigs! Sean was finally satisfied that he had made my mother eat me long enough. I soon found out why it had lasted as long as it had. Everything that had just happened had been recorded, but it had also been transmitted to a large, paying audience who had paid one hundred dollars apiece to watch him rape a teenage virgin with her mother's assistance. They had to make the show last for the allotted amount of time to please the audience. I heard him talking to the cameramen after they turned the cameras off and he estimated that, depending on how many last minute customers had signed on to watch the show we had just put on he had made close to one million dollars! I did the math in my head and was shocked when I realized that for him to make that much money there would have to have been approximately ten thousand men watching me get raped. Ten thousand men had watched me lose my virginity! I was devastated. But the show wasn't over. Well, the show was. The indignities continued. Sean said, "Okay ladies. Rest period is over. If you don't want to get caught going back into the house like this you had better get up and get to work. The cameramen need to be taken care of before you can go home." My mother finally released her grip on my legs and I found that I was so stiff and sore that I could hardly move. But they were nice enough to help me up. They all but carried me to a cushion on the grass and soon my mother and I were kneeling side by side and the cameramen were fucking us both from behind. Every few minutes they would switch off until finally they came inside of our unprotected bodies. We were forced to suck their slimy cocks clean and then it was over. Sean picked up our tiny bathing suits and without even looking first he shoved us out through the gate and tossed our suits after us. We scrambled for our suits and then ran for the door of our house. I saw a car driving by just before we reached the door. I heard the squeal of brakes but just before the driver was able to back up we managed to get inside. We stood inside the door, panting and dripping cum. We were exhausted and we were humiliated and degraded. And it was just beginning. This arrangement was open ended. We had no idea how long it would be before he got tired of raping us. I got a drink to take the nasty taste of slimy cock out of my mouth and then we headed upstairs to take showers. As we climbed the stairs I said, "Mom, I need to get on the pill." She stopped suddenly and gasped. She mumbled, "Oh god! I didn't even think of that! I'll take care of it." Then we went to our rooms. I stepped into my room and glanced at the clock. It wasn't as late as we had feared. It was only about four in the afternoon. Dad wouldn't be home for a little more than an hour. We didn't know when Brad would be home though. I ignored the window as I stood in my room and recovered slightly from the shock of what had just happened to me. When I had calmed down I grabbed my robe and carried it to the bathroom. I wish I had my own bathroom. That would have been neat. But until we hit the lottery that wasn't going to happen. And since we don't actually buy lottery tickets I imagine it is going to take us a very long time to win. I brushed my teeth and then I took a long hot shower. I took comfort from the fact that my period had just ended and I wasn't fertile yet. But I was going to have a long nervous month waiting for the birth control pills to take effect once I got them. I dried off and brushed my hair and since it was just my mother and me in the house I didn't bother to put my robe on. I went back to my room carrying it and hung it on the back of my bedroom door. Then I stretched out on my bed, stared at the ceiling and thought about the things that had happened to me today. Mom came to my door after I had been lying there in bed for a while. She suggested quietly, "You should probably close your door if you are going to lie around in the nude." I was wryly amused at the huge change in her attitude between now and the last time I had begged her to let me buy a bikini. I looked over at her standing in the door. She looked like a beaten puppy. It almost broke my heart. Even the idea of the photographs she had snuck of me and then sent to her internet chat friends didn't seem so infuriating anymore. We were in this together now, no matter how we got here. I invited her to come in and sit down and she perked up a little. Her expression seemed to say, "She doesn't hate me anymore!" I felt guilty, even though I knew that if anyone should feel guilty it should be her. She sat on the bed beside me and no one spoke at first. But my curiosity was finally getting the best of me and after what we had been through yesterday and today I didn't think that anything we said had as much power to shock any longer. I reached over and grasped her hand lightly and I asked, "Mom, I'm curious about your fantasies. How did they start? What are they?" She tensed up as I asked about her most intimate secrets. She was quiet for a long moment and then she answered in a voice so quiet that I could hardly hear her. She said, "I know how they started. I told you that I was raised just like you have been. My family had the same strict beliefs, the same idea of a woman's place and the way that a woman should behave. We went to church every Sunday and prayed over every meal. I thought my parents were saints. So I was shocked when I found a box of magazines hidden in the garage. I had been looking for some old doll clothes to give to my friend's younger sister. I remember that day as clearly as if it was yesterday. I was thirteen and just starting to grow boobs. I was a bit late blooming, as they say, later than most of my friends anyway. I didn't mind. I hadn't even started to think about sex yet. Still, when my boobs started to grow it was kind of exciting." "Anyway, I was in the garage one day. My father was at work and my mother was at some club meeting at the church. My sister was off with her friends. My friend called up and asked me if I still had those old doll clothes and I offered to dig them out for her. I knew that they were in a box in the garage." "I dug through a couple boxes until I found a heavy box that was stuck behind a bunch of boxes. I knew it wasn't what I was looking for because it was too heavy and too large. But I was curious because it wasn't dusty like all the others but it was stuck in the back as if someone were trying to hide it. I felt like a junior detective uncovering someone's deep, dark secrets." "I opened the mysterious box and got the shock of my life. It was full of magazines. Men's magazines were different when I was a little girl. They weren't like Playboy and whatever else they have now. These things were violent and nasty. They were full of pictures and stories of women being raped and killed. The cover photos were always of some helpless young thing having her clothes ripped off before being tortured by the Nazis or some huge, ugly Inquisitor or some other monster who's evil deeds had become the stuff of myth enjoyed by men with evil minds. They called these things Pulp fiction. Much of the photography was staged rape scenes but there weren't that many photos. It was mostly very lifelike art. They were truly horrible." "I stood there shaking, looking at those pictures and really becoming familiar with the concept of violence against women for the first time. It wasn't just the shock of seeing them though. It was also the shock of realizing that my holy rolling, walk on water father who railed against anything and everything and watched over my virtue like a jailer watching over a prisoner on death row was a pervert! It didn't take a genius, and god knows I'm not one, to figure out that these things turned him on." "I flipped through them and saw that they were in no particular order. I grabbed a couple of them and put the box back the way that I'd found it. I started to rush back to my room but then I remembered why I was there. I finally found the doll clothes and pulled the box down. Then I rushed to my room." "I sat on my bed and stared at the covers of those magazines and my mind was smoking. I hid one of them and lay on my bed and started reading the other one from cover to cover. The words I read seared my mind. It was filled, cover to cover, with stories of women being abducted and stripped and humiliated, often publicly, and raped, often by large numbers of men. It all overwhelmed me. I cannot describe the feelings that coursed through my body as I read them. But then, I'm sure you have become acquainted with some of those feelings in the last few days. You are living one of those stories now." "I read that magazine from cover to cover and by the time I was half way through it I was grinding my mound against my bed and I didn't even know why. I just knew that it felt good. I had been so overprotected that at the time I didn't even know what masturbation was! I just knew that warm feelings that I didn't understand but truly loved were suffusing my body." "I finished the first magazine and I was about to start on the second when my sister, your Aunt Helen, came home." She paused in her narrative and asked, "Is this too much detail?" I squeezed her hand and said, "This is fascinating." She glanced at me; I think to see if I was serious. Then she continued her story. "I couldn't go to sleep that night. I lay in bed thinking about those pictures and those stories and my blood was racing. When I heard my sister breathing deeply and I knew that she was sleeping I pulled the second magazine out of hiding and snuck it into the bathroom. I was in there for more than two hours and again I read it cover to cover, every damned word." "I was exhausted but all I wanted to do was go out to the garage and get another one. I didn't dare though. I went back to bed and finally fell asleep. But the dreams I had that night were so vivid that even today I remember them. For any normal person they would have been nightmares. Not me. My dreams of public humiliation and rape and torture excited me so much that I woke up the next morning feverishly excited. The shock came when I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. I was peeing and thinking about how long it would be before it was safe to get some more of those magazines out of that box when I glanced down and noticed my pajama bottoms. It looked like I had wet them! They were soaked. I had no idea what it was from and it kind of scared me. Girls back then knew even less about their own bodies than girls do now. I guess that as a society we will never learn." "I hurried back to my room and got dressed while Helen was in the bathroom. I hung around my room until my mother went shopping. Helen had gone out with her friends again. School was out for the summer and Helen and I spent about as much time together as you and Brad do now. We didn't become close until much later." "As soon as my mother left the house I rushed to the garage. I opened the box and returned the magazines that I had taken to approximately the same place I had found them. Then I dug out three more. I decided that two were not enough. It wasn't until I was closing the box that I noticed that there was different magazine on top now. It was a new one. I realized then that my hypocritical father was still buying them!" "I ran back upstairs and lay face down on my bed and started reading and grinding my mound into my mattress again. It was just as wonderful as it had been the day before. But then I made a discovery. In one of the stories there was some poor woman who was forced to strip in front of a large group of men and masturbate. I didn't know what that was but they described it in a great deal of detail. As soon as I read that I pulled my pants and my underwear down and lay on my back and closed my eyes. I did the things that I had just read about and imagined that I was the woman being forced to do it in front of room full of big ugly men." "Oh god Lisa! I was still thirteen and I had a huge, mind altering orgasm. I didn't know what an orgasm was even! But I knew that I loved it. From that time on I read those magazines with my fingers between my thighs, diddling away or cupping my mound and rubbing violently. Hardly a day went by that I didn't have a dozen orgasms. And the vivid wet dreams continued. Later, and I was older and had a better idea of what I was doing, I fought to repress those feelings, those dreams. But I have them still." "Eventually I read every magazine in that box. And then I was desperate for more. I didn't have the internet of course and I couldn't buy those magazines for myself. So I went back and reread them." "Then something horrible happened. I don't know if my mother found out about them and made my father get rid of them or if he got to feeling guilty and threw them away or if he suspected that Helen or me had discovered them and he found a new hiding place for them. But one day the box was gone. Oh man! You have never seen panic! I looked all over the house and all through the garage. I was desperate to find those magazines. By then I was almost sixteen. I had read those magazines three or four times each. I almost had them memorized. But I needed them. I needed the pictures. I needed to see them and imagine those women were me. Or I suppose it is more correct to say that I needed to imagine that I was them." "After that I only had my imagination. It was good. I had developed one hell of a dirty mind by then. But it just wasn't the same." "I just seemed to go through the motions after that. I did school and I began dating when I was almost seventeen. I tried to be normal. I tried to do what everyone else did and be like everyone else. But in my mind I was always being attacked and raped and humiliated. I thought that marrying your father would snap me out of it. He was so much like my father that I thought he was the perfect man for me. He was like my father without the magazines I mean. Your father doesn't have a kinky bone in his body." She sounded kind of sad about it when she said it. "I coasted through life after that. You came along and then Brad was born. I was busy with you kids and the house. I tried to make believe that those magazines were all in the past. But then I got a computer of my own. At first I controlled the desire to search for what I had been missing. But eventually it found me. I started seeing ads for things when I was looking for something else. And there were links. And before I knew it I was looking at those pictures again. Only it was different now. These were real photographs of real women experiencing my fantasies. They were living my fantasies!" "Then I discovered chatting. But I didn't set out to chat with men or to chat about my fantasies. The first time it happened was with a man that I starting talking to about healthy diets. I enjoyed talking to him and we chatted several times before we started flirting. Our chats were mild at first. I was scared on so many levels. But each time I went farther. And then those pictures that they wanted. At first they were of me. It took a long time before I got up the nerve but after I did it just one time I was hooked. I loved showing my body to strange, anonymous men and offering to do the nastiest things in the world for their amusement." She paused then and squeezed my hand and took a deep breath. "Then I let myself be talked into taking pictures of you. But in my mind it wasn't you. In my mind you were a proxy for me. I was giving those men me when I was thirteen. That's the best way that I can explain it. It's more confused than that I suppose but that sums it up pretty well." "And then one day I got an email from someone who knew who I was and what I had been doing online. He had pictures and copies of chat logs. My fantasies were about to come true and I was terrified. I didn't really want them to be real. I wanted to have the fantasies but be safe. And I never even imagined that my fantasies would involve you. Oh god Lisa, I am so sorry." I sighed. I lifted her hand and kissed it and said, "At least I can understand how you got the way that you are." She replied, "But it was only supposed to be in my mind. It was never supposed to be for real! Oh Lisa, your dad wouldn't even bother to kill me. He would just leave. There would be no discussion, no explanations. He would just leave. To be honest I have never been sure how I feel about your father. I guess I love him. I don't feel desire for him and I never felt like he wanted me for anything but a mother of his children and a cook and house keeper. But if he left me I would be lost." I let that sink in and then I had one more burning question. "But mom, I don't understand. How come you are such a damned prude when it comes to me?! That fucking bathing suit you make me wear! I'm the only girl I know that doesn't own a bikini!" She chuckled and said, "You do now." I couldn't help it. I laughed right out loud. And as I sat there laughing quietly and holding mom's hand Brad came down the hall and stopped at my door. He saw me sitting on my bed naked and talking to mom. He was afraid that mom was going to freak. Instead, he is the one that got all flustered when she stood up, looked at her watch and smiled and said, "You two behave. I have to go down and start supper now. I don't need you tonight Lisa. I'm just going to make a little casserole. I'll call you when supper is ready." Brad stood there in stunned disbelief as mom walked out leaving my bedroom door wide open. On her way by she gave him a kiss on the cheek and then she went downstairs. I would have given anything for a photograph of his face at that moment. He stared at me in disbelief for a long time before he asked, "What the hell just happened?!" I crooked my finger at him and he came into my room. He walked in looking very much like he had just been hit across the forehead with a baseball bat. I patted the bed beside me and he came over and sat down. I placed my hand on his thigh and asked, "Do you remember what I told you last night?" I saw in his eyes that he did. He replied, "I have been thinking of nothing else all damned day!" He paused and asked, "So what happened today that makes it okay when it wasn't okay last night? And what the hell has gotten into mom?!" I smiled and said, "They are related. But I can't tell you yet. When I can I will. I promise." I slid to the floor and moved over between his knees. I ran my hand over the bulge in his pants and asked, "Would you like a preview?" He exclaimed nervously, "Lisa! Your door is open for Christ's sake! What if mom came back up for something?" I smiled and said, "She would have to wait her turn." He looked at me like I was nuts. But he didn't protest when I started to unfasten his jeans. He stood up when I had them undone and I pulled them down his legs to his ankles. He started to sit back down but all of a sudden he froze. I heard him say, "What the hell is that?!" I looked up and then turned to see what he was looking at. Oh fuck! I had left the new bikini I wore today on the dresser! Oh well, busted! I smiled and pushed him down on the bed. I took his hard cock in my hand and said, "That's my new bikini. Mom helped me pick it out today." He stared at the three little triangle of cloth and said, "No fucking way!" I nodded. He said, "Put it on sis. I have to see that." I got up and put it on while he watched. The thin material had dried out quickly and was no longer nearly invisible. But still it didn't cover anything. I put it on and turned around to model it for Brad. When I was facing him again he said, "Come on sis, where did you get that? There is no fucking way that mom let you get that!" I dropped to my knees again and held his cock in my hand. He shuddered in pleasure and I loved that I could make him feel like that. I leaned down and kissed the head of his cock and then I sat up and said, "She not only let me get this suit, she picked it out and she paid for it." "Bullshit!" he exclaimed. I said, "You ain't seen nothing yet baby brother. Wait until I show you some of the other things she bought me." He still didn't believe a word of it but I pushed him over onto his back and bent down and started sucking his cock. He lost all interest in asking questions for a while. Unlike a short time ago when I was forced to suck on Sean's big cock and then later when his cameramen had a turn, I was enjoying this. I love my brother and I had discovered that pleasing him was fun for me. I was enjoying sucking his cock. I was nervous about the one part of this I hadn't done yet. I hoped I could handle it when he came in my mouth. But I had tasted his cum and the cum of one of the cameramen when I sucked his cock clean. I had tasted Sean's cum that first afternoon. I was scared but I thought I could handle it. It turned out that I wouldn't have long to wait to find out. It was his very first blowjob and even though I had jerked him off twice last night this was special. And he had been anticipating it all day. I doubt if it lasted five minutes. Soon he was pumping his cum into my mouth and groaning loudly. He thrashed around a little but I held on and I managed to hold his entire load of cum in my mouth. Thankfully it wasn't nearly as much as his first load last night. I held his cum in my mouth and tried to get used to the taste. It was kind of bitter and a little bleachy tasting but once I got used to it the flavor wasn't that bad. It was a lot easier to take than Sean's had been that first day. That had been some nasty shit! I finally swallowed Brad's cum and sat up on my heels. He sat up and stared at me in my new suit. After a few minutes he reached down and cupped both of my breasts and held them lovingly for a moment. Then he put his hands under my armpits and pulled me up on the bed with him. He laid me beside him and then turned on his side. He put his hand back on my boob and gently teased me. It felt very nice and I liked that it wasn't to get me to do anything. He just wanted to make me feel good. He leaned over and kissed me and said, "Lisa, I'm not an honor roll student, but I'm not stupid. Something seriously strange is going on around here in the last few days. I love what we did last night and what you just did. I promise to pay you back after supper by the way. But I'm worried about you. And now I'm worried about mom. Don't make me beat it out of your scrawny ass!" "Scrawny! You little twerp! I guess if I'm so scrawny you've changed your mind about sticking your dick in me!" He stopped smiling and his hand stopped teasing my tit. He said, "There Lisa. That's what I mean. Where did all of this come from? Don't misunderstand, I'm a horny teenage boy and even if you are my sister you are a beautiful, sexy teenage girl. I've wanted to hump your leg for a long time now! But this is so out of character for you. And mom buying you that suit! Not even on drugs Lisa! She would never let her precious little girl wear that thing you have on, whatever the hell it is. I love it by the way. But something is wrong with this picture and I need to know what it is." I sat up and sat cross legged on the bed facing him. He glanced at my all but naked body and pulled his t-shirt off and made me put it on. He grinned and said, "I can't hear a thing that you say when you are wearing that bathing suit." I smiled and pulled his shirt on. When all my good parts were covered I pulled his face closer and kissed him lightly again. Then I said, "It is a long and very strange story and I'm not even sure where to start. If I was to tell you I would be violating many confidences and telling you things that could hurt a lot of people. And if I told you, I am afraid that you might get it into your thick little head that you were under some kind of misguided male obligation to do something, probably the wrong thing. It isn't that I don't trust you. I do. But I don't want you getting a sudden attack of testosterone poisoning and making things worse or getting yourself fucked up. I don't want my parents to get divorced and I don't want me or my friends to go to jail and I don't want you to get hurt. And all of those are possibilities." "So please Brad, just accept your good fortune and go with the flow. I promise that I'll make it good for you. We can fuck and suck as much as you like." I paused and then I said, "Let's just leave it at this, if I need you to help me I will let you know. Until that time let's not rock the boat. I said I trust you. I need you to trust me. Later, when I can, I promise you that I will tell you everything, no matter how much you end up hating me." He looked like I had just slapped him. He exclaimed, "Lisa! I could never hate you! I love you! That's why I'm trying to find out what kind of trouble you are in. Maybe I can't do anything to help. But maybe I can. Or maybe I can just be there for you when you need someone to talk to." I held his hands and said, "Sweetheart, if I thought I could tell you without you doing a Rambo imitation and making things worse I would. Because I will be honest, I am scared. And it would be nice to have you to talk to about it. But you could make it so much worse." He had never sounded more sincere in his life than when he said, "Sis, I give you my solemn word. I will not do anything you do not approve of and I will not say anything to anyone but you. I can't help it. I am afraid for you and I feel like I need to help in any way that I can. You might as well tell me as have me stumble around like a defective detective and accidentally make things worse." I stared at him. I wanted to believe he would not screw it up. I had noticed lately that he seemed a lot more mature. And god, it would be so wonderful to have a shoulder to cry on and a friend that I could talk to about this. I felt my resolve weakening. The chance to get this off of my chest was just too hard to resist. I looked him right in the eye and I said, "I want your word Brad. This is important. If there is ever a time in your life that your word means anything to you it has to be this time. I am going to tell you things that will make you see me and mom in a whole different light. You aren't going to like it. You are going to lose respect for both of us. But I need you to keep loving us and supporting us. Even more importantly though, I need you to keep your word and not do anything foolish." Too much time had passed by the time he gave me his solemn word. Mom called us down to supper. I had to strip out of my suit and put on some shorts and a top. Brad put his shirt and pants back on and we went down to eat. All through supper Brad kept looking at mom and me. Mom was acting oblivious and a bit flighty and I am pretty sure that she didn't even notice. Dad mentioned a few things about this day that he mistakenly thought were interesting, as if anyone ever listened to him. I was trying to decide if I was making a mistake telling Brad about what was going on. After supper dad went in to watch the news on TV. Brad went upstairs and mom and I cleaned up. Sometimes I resented that. I had to keep reminding myself that a half hour of kitchen clean up once a day beat the hell out of four hours of yard work in the hot sun all summer long, not to mention any other odd jobs that dad came up with like cleaning out the garage or raking leaves in the fall. I know it came out pretty even but I still felt like a second class citizen when the guys left the mess for us after supper. I didn't have much to complain about tonight though. Mom cleans up after herself as she cooks and there was only the supper dishes to put in the dishwasher and wiping off the table. I was done in ten minutes and I went over and hugged mom and said, "Thanks mom. I'm sorry I got so mad at you. I love you." Fuck! She started crying and I just felt that much worse. She hugged me tight and whispered, "I don't know how you turned out so nice. I don't deserve you. I love you so much Lisa. And I am so sorry for this mess." I kissed her cheek and said, "If you want to make it up to me call the doctor tomorrow. I don't want to get pregnant." She promised. I got a glass of ice water and went to my room. Brad joined me as soon as I got up there. He had changed into a pair of loose shorts. I saw his cock pressing against the thin material and I knew that he wasn't wearing underwear. I reached out and cupped his cock and balls and said, "Pretty fucking sexy little brother. How do you expect me to concentrate?" He smiled and said, "Damn I love the change in you! Now, keep your hands to yourself and start talking!" I pouted and asked, "Can't I hold it while we talk?" He was tempted but he smiled and said, "I can't believe I'm saying this! No. Later for the slap and tickle. Talk to me." We sat on my bed and got comfortable and I made him promise again that he wouldn't do anything without my approval and that he wouldn't hate me or mom. He didn't think that was possible and promised not to. Now I had to figure out where to start and how much to tell him. Before I started with the details I said, "Brad, mom and I are being blackmailed. Not for money, and no state secrets. We are being blackmailed for sex." He looked at me like I had two heads. I waited for the explosion but all I saw was concern. I thought that boded well. So I started telling him the whole story. The first part was easier. It wasn't about me. I was violating a confidence but I thought that it was necessary for him to understand. So I told him everything that mom had told me about her childhood and her fantasies. I smiled when I saw that several times he got a hard on and it embarrassed him. I think that it was especially embarrassing for him because he was getting a hard on thinking about mom in a sexual way and hearing about the sexual things she had done. I could see that it made him very uncomfortable. Then came the harder part. I told him what I had done. He didn't seem to think that I had done anything wrong but I had done a lot of research on the internet. I explained to him what the authorities would say that I had done wrong. It sounded more serious when you spelled it all out from their perspective. Then I told him about seeing mom coming home limping and then the cum I had found in her underwear. Now it was going to get harder. I told him what happened when I had been caught spying at Sean's back gate and what had happened today. I could see how much trouble he was having with conflicting emotions. Sometimes I saw fury on his face and sometimes he had a hard on that looked like it was going to tear through his shorts. He asked me a few questions but I had included everything that I could think of. By the time I had finished with my story it was almost nine o'clock. I saw his brain working. I knew what he was thinking. He was trying to think of some way to save me and mom from our neighbor. I said, "Brad, forget it. I've tried and we both know I'm smarter than you. There is nothing that you can do for us. I only want one thing from you. No, I want two things. I want to know that I don't have to worry that you are going to do something stupid. I don't want to have to worry about you. And I want to be able to talk to you honestly and get a little sympathy when I need it, or a little cock when I need it. I know how guys are. They think that they have to fix things. You can't fix this. You can only fuck it up if you try. I just want you to be there for me and in return I will be there for you, every time you need a little comfort." With that I reached down and put my hand inside his shorts and smiled at him as his cock fell into my hand. I felt the moisture that had been dripping from the end of his cock when he got excited and I smiled and said, "It feels like he missed me!" Brad wasn't smiling. He pulled my hand free and held my hands in his. He was dead serious. He asked, "Have you thought this through sis? This guy sounds like he could be hazardous to your health. What about that internet broadcast today? What if someone you know saw that?" I had that worry in the back of my mind but I smiled and said, "Brad, I don't know anyone with one hundred dollars." He responded, "No, but you know a lot of guys with ten dollars. And a lot of the guys you know spend a lot of time on the internet looking at tits and ass. And you know they are going to be selling that movie on the net. Guys are going to buy it and post parts of it everywhere that pictures of naked girls are posted. It's what guys do." I shrugged and said, "Well, there isn't anything I can do about it. And if someone I know sees me they will probably just say, 'Hey! She looks just like Lisa!' and go on to the next picture." Brad stretched out on my bed and pulled me down beside him. He held me with my back against his chest and his arms wrapped around me. I shuddered because I hadn't felt so good, so safe, in a long time. I suddenly realized that no boy had ever held me and just comforted me and loved me before. I wasn't allowed to date yet and if my dad had been a woman I suspect that he would be frigid. He didn't hug. In fact, I just realized, we had almost nothing to do with him. He went to work, he came home and ate supper and then he sat in front of the TV. He got upset if anyone talked when the TV was on. He seldom took a day off and when he did we didn't see much of him. He always went somewhere or was doing something in the basement or the garage. I hadn't even realized it until that very moment, but we hardly knew our father! We lay like that for a long time and finally I said, "I hope you know we can't do it like this baby brother." He chuckled and responded, "Smart ass!" He was quiet for a minute and then he said, "I don't think I want to do it anymore." I hadn't expected that! I struggled to sit up and turn around to face him but he held me down and said, "Settle down damn it!" I stopped struggling. I didn't have a chance against my great big little brother anyway. I quieted down and asked, "You think I'm a dirty slut now don't you?" I felt the tears starting. It broke my heart. I had half expected this kind of reaction when I told him what I had done. But I had no idea how much it was going to hurt. He squeezed me tighter and exclaimed, "Jesus you're a dumb cunt sometimes! I love you, stupid! Stop crying!" I sniffed and asked, "But what…why…I don't understand!" He kissed my neck and said, "I don't want to be part of the problem you dumb broad! Don't you think you have enough men abusing you now?" I loved him more now than I ever had in my life. I felt like my heart was going to explode. I struggled again and managed to turn around and put my arms around his neck. I pulled him close and kissed him. It was definitely not a sisterly kiss. I held that kiss for a very long time before I let him go and said, "Jesus I don't deserve you. Brad, those other men, they are why I need you. I want you to love me and I want you to need me. I want to make love to you and I know that is wrong but I don't care. When I am through with all the bad things he makes me do during the day I want someone to make me feel like a good person again. You can make me feel good about myself after he drags me through the slime. I'm going to need that. And if you call me a cunt again I'll bite your cock off!" We looked into each other's eyes and I prayed that someday I would see that same look of love in the eyes of a boy that I loved half as much as I loved Brad. I know that what we were doing was wrong. But it felt so good and I needed that. I knew that it was important to keep this thing in perspective. I felt good in his arms but I had to remember that it would be more exciting if I was lying in bed with Casey Jordan, the guy I had a crush on. I just knew that if we were careful that no one got hurt then it would be okay. We kissed again and I slowly worked my hand back down into his shorts. I was holding his cock gently and he had worked his hand under my top and was teasing my breast. We were exchanging small, light, tender kisses and getting more and more turned on. Brad leaned down and kissed my neck. I was surprised at how exciting thatt was. I moaned in pleasure and I noticed that my voice was low and kind of throaty when I said, "Oooh, that feels nice!" He teased my neck with his tongue and said, "And you taste good." We lay there like that for a long time, kissing and touching. I finally couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Let's get out of these damned clothes!" We were both reluctant to stop what we were doing but I wanted his cock in me. We finally let each other go and got up. We watched each other as we quickly tore our clothes off. We came together again by the side of the bed and hugged and kissed before he picked me up and dropped me on the bed. I thought that he was going to get on top of me. I thought that I was finally going to feel his nice cock inside of me. But he was much too big a tease to let me off that easy. I tried to tell him I was ready but he just smiled his devilish little smile and forced my legs apart. He got down between my thighs and I felt his hot breath on my pussy. He licked around my pussy without ever touching my slit and I wanted to scream at him to stop teasing me. He looked up at me and said, "So, no limits tonight. This time the hole is open for business. I can stick my finger or my tongue in there and play with your pussy to my heart's content, right?" I moaned and said, "I think I hate you!" He laughed and started kissing my slit and then I felt his tongue worming its way inside of me and all was forgiven. Sean had eaten me out earlier but there was no comparison. Sean was eating my pussy to torment me, to humiliate me. Brad was doing it because he loved me and he loved to please me. That made all the difference in the world. Soon I was gripping his hair and biting my lip to keep from screaming and I was grinding my pussy against his face. I was totally out of control and I was having one earth shaking orgasm after another. I thought that it couldn't be possible to have this many orgasms and then I thought that it couldn't be possible to have this many orgasms without going crazy. And just when I was sure that I was going to go crazy from one orgasm after another he stopped and crawled up over me. It was like I was seeing the world through a red haze of lust. Everything was about sex and everything about sex was wonderful! I don't even remember why I did it or where the idea came from but somehow I found myself licking his face clean and being excited by what I was doing. Half of his face was covered with my pussy juice and the smell and the taste were so fucking exciting. While I was doing that I reached down and grabbed his hard cock and lined it up with my pussy. He started working it in to me and then he stopped and I opened my eyes to see what was wrong. I saw the look of concern on his face and he asked, "I forgot, you were a virgin this morning. Are you sure you're okay?" Isn't he sweet? I smiled and said, "I'm fine Brad. It was just a little twinge and then it was gone. I didn't even have to go to the emergency room!" He smiled and said, "Cunt!" We both chuckled and then we started fucking like crazy. As soon as we started I knew why there was a population problem on this planet. It was fantastic! My pussy had been the center of a lot of attention lately but not like this. Brad's wonderful cock plunged into me and I heard him moaning with pleasure. I felt his pleasure, his excitement and it doubled my pleasure. It tripled it! I found myself biting down on his shoulder to keep from crying out and bringing my parents running to my room to find out why I was screaming. I knew that I had to be hurting him but he reached around me and held me tight and whispered, "Oh god yes. I love you so much! I've never felt anything so wonderful! Oh god Lisa! Fuck me!" I started cumming again and somehow my arms and my legs had gotten wrapped around my baby brother and suddenly I became aware of all of the noise we were making. The headboard wasn't hitting the wall and the springs weren't squeaking but the sound of us thrashing around on my bed was loud, loud enough that I became aware of it. And I didn't fucking care. We finally came, both of us gasping for air and struggling not to cry out. We both were limp as rag dolls and couldn't move for a moment when it was over. He was on top of me and it was a little hard to breathe but I held him there. I loved having him on top of me. It was so warm and I felt so safe and protected. He was between me and the world and there was never any doubt that he honestly cared about me. He kissed me and rolled off of me and we both saw the motion at my bedroom door at the same moment. Our heads spun around to see how much trouble we were in. We were shocked to see my mother's head peeking in. When she saw that she had our attention she smiled and said, "You should do that on the rug from now on kids. Your father sent me up to see what was going on. He thought you were fighting." She grinned and said, "Stop your fighting kids." She closed the door and I turned to see a look on Brad's face that I'm not sure I can even break down. First I had to stop laughing. When I managed to control my laughter I found that I had a whole new opinion of my mother after what she had just done. I would have to give her a big hug the next time I saw her. But first it looked like I was going to have to give my brother CPR. I got up and sat on his stomach and I said, "I guess we should stop fighting." Brad couldn't speak for a moment. When he finally could he whispered, "Oh my god! My mother saw me fucking my sister!" It took Brad a few minutes to calm down. I stretched out beside him and nestled up to him. I kissed his chest and then rested my head on his shoulder. We just enjoyed being close for a few minutes and then I said, "That was nice Brad. Thank you." He kissed the top of my head and said, "Yeah, it was a hell of a sacrifice. Sometimes a guy has to do what a guy has to do." I bit his tit and asked, "Does that mean I won't have pay you to get you to do it again?" He chuckled and said, "We'll see. I might need money for a movie." We just held each other a little longer and then he asked, "Are you going back tomorrow?" I replied, "I didn't realize until you asked that he didn't order us to return. I don't know. Maybe mom knows. He might have said something to her. Why do you ask? Remember, you promised to stay out of this." He nuzzled my hair and quietly responded, "I'll be good. I won't get involved unless you want me to. I'm just concerned. I'm not going to go busting in with my air rifle blazing." I guess I was a little too comfortable. I fell asleep in his arms! I woke up at six the next morning and Brad was still asleep and still holding me in his arms. I heard my father moving around and getting ready for work. I didn't even notice at first that someone had come in during the night and put a blanket over us. Mom must really be going through some changes. I tried to get up without waking my brother. I really had to pee bad. My movement woke him though and he sat up suddenly. He looked down and asked, "I don't suppose you got up and got a blanket out last night and covered us up?" I grinned and said, "Nope." I put my robe on and hurried to the bathroom. I went to the toilet and brushed my teeth and then went back to my room. Brad had put his clothes back on and as soon as I came in he went to the bathroom. I was pleased when he came back after he was done and closed my door. He looked at me and asked, "Do you want me to leave you alone now?" I smiled and shook my head. We got back in bed with our clothes on and at first we just lay on our sides and looked at each other. But soon I realized that being with him like this was fun, exciting, and I wanted to do more. I reached down and cupped my hand over his crotch and said, "Would you mind a good morning blowjob? I was probably only kidding about biting your cock off for calling me a cunt." He laughed and responded, "What the hell, I've always been a gambler." I started to fumble with his belt but he stood up and quickly removed his clothes. He got back in bed beside me and as I kissed my way down his body he asked, "Do you like doing that, sucking my cock? It's pretty nasty isn't it?" I stopped with the tip of his cock resting against my lips and looked up over it at his face. I kissed it a couple of times and I said, "Yeah, it's kind of nasty. But it's exciting too. I have only done it all the way one time. That was last night with you. I like sucking your cock more than the other two cocks I've had to suck. If it were up to me I'd add a little vanilla to cum. It is a little too bitter to taste good. But to be honest, it turns me on to suck your cock and see how excited you get and when you cum in my mouth. I think that the fact that it is such a nasty thing to do is what makes my pussy so wet. I think that what I get out of it is the same thing that you get out of eating my pussy. You liked doing that didn't you?" He responded with a rousing, "Oh yeah! I have a new favorite food!" I kissed his cock again and said, "Pervert!" He smiled and said, "Thank you for noticing." I asked, "Are you going to call me cunt again?" Then I opened my mouth and held his cock in my teeth, applying just enough pressure to get his attention. He laughed and answered, "Probably. But not when you have my cock in your mouth." I gave his cock a little suck and then I moved down and started licking his balls. I figured if it was something that Sean enjoyed then Brad would probably like it too. I was right. He tensed up and exclaimed, "Oh shit! Fuck! That's fantastic!" I just kept doing it. I was really enjoying watching him sort of twist and turn on the end of my tongue. It was like I had so much power over him. It was very exciting. I teased his balls for a long time. When it seemed like he was getting used to it I figured that it was time to move on. I licked my way up the shaft of his cock. I had watched it throbbing in response to what I was doing to his balls. The top of it was covered in that clear fluid that comes out when he gets excited. I lapped that up easily. I thought that it was too bad that cum isn't that easy on the palate, but I was getting used to the taste of cum. I wasn't afraid of it anymore. I started sucking Brad's cock and using my hand on the lower half that didn't fit in my mouth. Brad was moaning and groaning and his body shivered in pleasure. I had been telling him the absolute truth a few minutes ago. This was really turning me on. I am a cocksucker! And I like being a cocksucker! Far fucking out! Brad lasted a lot longer this time. He was taking longer to reach orgasm every time we had sex. But I didn't mind. In fact, I was in no hurry for this to be over at all. I was having nearly as much fun as he was. As I sucked him I was grinding my mound into my mattress. It felt good but I had a flashback to yesterday when my mother described how she read those magazines she had found while laying in bed and grinding her crotch into her mattress. I knew just how she felt! I thought that I liked my mother a lot better as a kinky slut. I liked it that she warned us to keep the noise down when we fucked and she covered up our naked bodies as we slept together at night. I realized that my mother and I had never been closer than we had become since Sean started blackmailing us. I was also aware that one reason for that was that she was being honest with me and with herself about who she was for the first time in my life. I was distracted then when Brad's cock exploded in my mouth. I milked his cock into my mouth with my hand and then, after swallowing easily I held his cock in my mouth until it was a soft, warm lovable tube of flesh. He tried to pull me up beside him so that he could return the favor but I said, "No, not now Brad. Let me hold it in my mouth for a while. You can owe me one. I like lying like this with your cock in mouth." I did too. It was very pleasant. I was turned on because sucking his cock was exciting. But I didn't want to stop what I was doing. And besides, I realized that I liked being turned on. We heard the car outside when dad left for work. It was earlier than we normally get up during the summer but we were certainly wide awake. I let his cock slip from my mouth and said, "Come on. Let's go downstairs. I'll make you some pancakes." He got dressed again and I put on a loose pair of shorts and a t-shirt. While he watched me dress he asked, "When are you going to give me a fashion show?" I smiled at him and said, "You want to see your sister in her new slut clothes?" He responded, "You bet your ass! When you were telling me about trying them on in that store yesterday I almost came in my pants. I can't wait to see them." To be honest, I was looking forward to showing them to him. I said, "Later. I'll be happy to reenact the entire fashion show." We went downstairs and discovered mom, sitting in her chair at the table drinking coffee and staring off into space. Brad was obviously embarrassed. He blushed and didn't know where to look or what to say. She looked up at his face and smiled and said, "Oh get over it! It's just sex for crying out loud!" Brad's expression didn't change but I loved her new attitude. I went over and put my arms around her and kissed her hard. Then I rested my cheek on the top of her head and said, "I love the new you, mom. I have never felt closer to you and I have never loved you as much as I do right now. I'm sorry I got mad at you." She squeezed my arm and replied, "You had every right. I had no business involving you in my warped fantasies. I promise I'll make that up to you." I said, "No need. Really mom! I hate our next door neighbor but I'm almost glad this happened." Mom tensed up when she realized that I had told Brad. She gently pulled me around where she could see me and after glancing at Brad she asked, "Do you think that was wise?" I shrugged and said, "I think that it was unavoidable. Even if he doesn't get sucked into this mess he sees what is going on around here. He knew that something was wrong and he was bugging me to tell him. It would have been worse if he found out on his own." She looked up at Brad again and asked quietly, "What do you think of me now Brad?" He grinned self-consciously and answered, "I love you mom. And I agree with Lisa, I love the change in you. I'm having a little trouble getting used to the idea of what's happening though. Guys don't think of their parents when they think about sex. It's kind of weird, you know?" Mom nodded and smiled understandingly. Brad added, "But I have learned a lot in the last twenty-four hours. I've learned a lot about you and Lisa and about me too. I learned that I really love blowjobs for instance." His nervous attempt at humor turned out to be just the right touch. Mom had been taking a sip of coffee when he said that and she spit it out all over the table. All three of us cracked up. She got up and went over and put her arms around Brad and said, "Thank you for being so understanding. I'm not sure if our roles were reversed I would have been so mature about it. I have a couple of great kids. I'm so proud of both of you." I said, "Okay, that's enough mush. We came down so that I could make him some pancakes and rebuild his strength after last night. You two are ruining my appetite." Mom smiled and said, "You two sit down. I'm the chief cook and bottle washer around here. I'll make breakfast." I got a glass of juice for myself and my brother and we sat at the table and talked with mom while she made breakfast. At first the conversation was uncomfortable. Brad had more questions about her childhood and her fantasies. But before long we were having a frank and open conversation about sex and fantasies and about the things that were going on next door. It's too bad that dad could never be a part of what we had going now. The three of us had never been so close. Strange considering what was bringing us together. I asked mom if Sean had said anything about us having to go over to his house today and she said that he hadn't. I asked if we had to wait around for some word from him and she shrugged and said, "I don't know. I'm new at this too. Yesterday was the first time that he didn't tell me what time to come back." We had a nice breakfast and I cleaned up the table and the kitchen while mom finished her coffee. I had just finished up and was starting the dishwasher when the door opened. We all looked up, startled because our father was at work and no one else would just come in. For just a second "home invasion" flashed through my mind. And in a way it was. Sean was standing just inside the door. He saw that he had our attention and he smiled and said, "I forgot to tell you yesterday. I'll need you early on Monday. I want you to come over at ten in the morning. I'll decide what I want you to wear and email you later. Brad, you are welcome to come and watch." His eyes moved over us and he got that evil smile of his on his face and said, "What the hell. That's three days away. I don't see any sense in not knocking off a little ass while I'm here. Stand up Jill. Get naked." My mother blanched but then she said, "Yes master," and obeyed immediately. She scrambled to her feet and quickly undressed. Brad had started to leave the room but Sean said, "Don't leave boy. You should see this. Look at that woman's body! She is as hot as your foxy sister. Isn't she? Look at those tits and that smooth skin. And I have to tell you, her cunt is almost as tight as your sister was when I popped her cherry yesterday. I mean it boy. You should try a little of this." He turned to mom and sat her up on the table. He pushed her down on her back and pulled his cock out and rammed it into her brutally. She grunted from the force but it was obvious that she was wet and ready. I knew right away that the idea of being raped in her own kitchen in front of her children was just the sort of thing that turned her on. As he fucked her in front of us he said, "You don't mind if Brad taps this tight pussy do you Jill?" Mom groaned and said, "No master." He grinned down at her and said, "In fact, I think that you should encourage it. He's already fucking his sister. He should have something to compare her to. And an older, more experienced woman such as you can teach him so much. Yeah, I think I'm going to make that an order Jill. I want you to fuck your son sometime this weekend." He was quiet then and concentrated on what he was doing until he came inside of her while we watched uncomfortably from the other side of the room. Before he pulled his cock out of her he said, "Lisa, get over here." I knew before he made his nasty demands what he wanted me to do. But I just said, "Yes master" and hurried around the table. He pushed me to my knees and pulled his slimy cock out of my mother. He turned to face me and I didn't wait to be told. I sucked his cock clean and I licked his balls until they too were clean. When he was satisfied he backed away and guided me between mom's legs. I saw the shock on Brad's face. But I saw something else too. His cock was tenting those shorts he was wearing. I didn't know if it was looking at mom's naked body, watching them fuck, or watching what I was being forced to do. But something was exciting him. I didn't want to do this. It was the nastiest thing that I could ever imagine, at least so far. I'm sure that Sean would come up with nastier things before long. But I guess if my mother can to it then I can do it. She was a hell of a lot more uptight than I was. I leaned forward and began to lick all around her pussy. When it was clean I started pushing my tongue inside and scooping out the cum I found in there. Mom's face was red and at first I thought that she was embarrassed but not long after I started eating her pussy she started moaning in pleasure and she had an orgasm before I finished cleaning her pussy! Sean was obviously amused and he looked down at her and said, "What a fucking cunt! You are so wasted on your pussy husband. If I thought it was possible I'd educate that dumb fuck." I finally stood up. Sean was still watching but his pants were now back in place. I expected him to leave now that he had gotten his rocks off and given us our orders. But he had one more plan for me. He pulled me closer and pulled my t-shirt up over my tits. He teased my nipples for a minute and then he said, "You need a little more experience than just me and your brother, Lisa. Between now and Monday morning I want you to get together with your brother and his two buddies. What did you say their names were, Larry and Gordy, right?" I nodded but then I remembered he didn't want silent answers. I said, "Yes master." He nodded and said, "I want you to spend some time with them and I want you to fuck them and suck them until they can't get it up anymore. I want you to do it in your bedroom, so you might want to do it today. Unless you think your dad would approve if you had them over this weekend." I realized that he was waiting for an answer and I said, "Yes master." Brad had been silent since Sean came in. He finally said, "I can't do anything about you blackmailing my mother or my sister. But you don't have anything on me and you can't tell me what to do, me or my friends. I suggest you get the hell out of my house. And the next time you burst in here without knocking you might find yourself dead in the doorway." I had to admit that I had never been more proud of my brother than I was at that moment. It took a lot of guts to stand up to a big man like Sean. I was not happy about him antagonizing him though. If Sean wanted to take out his anger at Brad on my mother and me there was nothing we could do about it. I was surprised though. Sean actually seemed impressed, even amused at Brad's response. He stared at Brad for a minute and finally he said, "I'm impressed kid. You've got balls. I like that. I'll make you a deal. You and your friends have a friendly little orgy with your slut sister and I won't make her suck off my friend's big dog on the internet. Your choice." He turned to leave and he was actually smiling! After he was gone my mother got off of the table and said, "I'm sorry that you had to see that Brad." I laughed and said, "You liar mom! It turned you on that he raped you in front of us just now! You didn't fool me!" Mom smiled and shrugged. Brad was stunned. He stared at her for a second and then he asked, "For real? That turned you on?" Mom sighed and said, "Come on Brad. Lisa told you about me. We've talked about some of my warped fantasies all morning." She looked down at the bulge that was still tenting his shorts and said, "At some level you seemed to find what just happened interesting." Mom had made no attempt to put her clothes back on and Brad was trying hard not to stare at her naked body. He wasn't that successful. Mom smiled at him and said, "Aw what the fuck! Come here. Let me take care of that for you. My master has ordered me to have sex with you. We might as well do something about that uncomfortable lump in your pants." Brad was obviously uncomfortable with the idea of having sex with his mother. He found her nudity exciting. No one could say she didn't have a beautiful body. But he apparently was not comfortable with the idea of becoming a mother fucker. I went over to him. My tits were still out too. I pulled my shirt off and took him by the hand and pulled him over to where Sean had just fucked mom on the table. I started undressing him and mom came closer and helped me get his clothes off. He was uncomfortable, especially about mom, but he didn't resist. When we had him naked, mom looked down and smiled and said, "Very nice! I saw it soft this morning. It looked very sexy but I was curious about what it looked like when it got angry. I'm very impressed Brad. I hope you get to make a lot of young women very happy with that." We got him to get up on the table where mom had just gotten fucked and then mom started sucking his cock while I sucked his balls. He had just gotten a nice blowjob upstairs this morning. But even so he freaked out when the two of us went to work on him. He was moaning and groaning and swearing and he didn't even seem to realize that he was squeezing the hell out of mom's tit. Mom and I gave him our best blowjob and it was fun, in a very kinky kind of way. Mom was much better at sucking cocks than I was and I watched her closely, anxious to learn how to do it better. I was amazed at how much of his cock she was able to take into her mouth. One thing was obvious. She enjoyed sucking a nice cock just as much as I did. But neither one of us enjoyed it as much as Brad did. He was soon holding her head in his hand and his ass came up off the table and he filled her mouth with cum. She didn't gag at all this time. I guess that, like me, she found it much easier and much nicer to suck on Brad's cock than on Sean's. But then, she was more into that rape and abuse stuff. Maybe not. Brad was lying on his back on the table breathlessly when mom straightened up and turned to me and asked, "What about you dear? Aren't you a little horny?" I smiled and said, "Yes, but it looks like I'm going to be the guest of honor at a mini gangbang a little later. I better save my strength." The smile left her face and she said, "Oh shit, if forgot about that." Brad finally struggled to sit up and then slid off of the table and slumped into a chair. He stared at the table and said, "I'll never be able to eat another meal at this table without thinking about what happed on it this morning!" We laughed and agreed that it was going to be hard not to think of what we had seen and done here this morning. Then Brad said, "I guess I have no choice but to invite Larry and Gordy over. But between last night and this morning I doubt if I'm going to be taking part in your little orgy." Mom laughed and said, "Brad, you're fifteen. Fifteen year old boys get a hard on every four minutes. I don't think you have to worry about it." Brad looked up and smiled at mom. He stood up and hugged her and said, "I love you mom, but this is so fucking weird!" She put her arms around him and held him close and said, "Yes, it is. But it's kind of nice too. Isn't it? I mean, isn't this better than the way we got along a week ago. I was always yelling at you. And the worst part was that I was yelling at you for doing things that I didn't even think were wrong. And then I hated myself for being a hypocrite. Yes, I knew I was being a hypocrite. I thought that it was part of my job of being a mother. I'm glad that's over. I hated it. I like this better." We were quiet for a minute and then she got a worried look on her face and asked, "You don't suppose I'm screwing you guys up like I was screwed up do you?" Brad and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. Brad finally said, "A little late to worry about that now! But no, I know that a lot, most, hell, all of what we are doing is wrong. At least it is against the rules that society has laid out for us. But I think we can keep it in perspective. I love Lisa, but I can guarantee that I don't want to marry her. Hell, I wouldn't even take her to the prom! She is hot and I love fucking her, but I have every intention of marrying outside of the family gene pool. I promise." I stood up on my toes and kissed his cheek while I squeezed his cock and I said, "Well said, baby brother. Well said." We all grabbed our clothes and went upstairs to take a shower. Mom saw us going to the bathroom to take a shower together and said, "Why don't you join me? There is much more room in our walk-in shower." I looked at Brad and he shrugged and a few minutes later we were all soaping each other up and having fun. By the time the shower was over I was looking forward to having Larry and Gordy over. As we were drying off I asked him if his friends were virgins. He nodded. We were quiet again and then I said, "It's going to be hard for you later, isn't it? I mean knowing that your friends have fucked your sister, that's going to bother you isn't it?" He smiled and replied, "You know, that was the first thing that I thought about when that asshole told you to do it. Sorry, but I worried about that before I worried about how hard it was going to be for you. But it won't be so bad. They're my best friends and I am pretty sure that they'll keep their mouths shut about it. They have never made a secret of the fact that they think you are hot. Mom doesn't seem upset about it and you don't seem that upset. So what the hell? Maybe it'll be fun. They are going to owe me big time after this!" I laughed and said, "What do you mean owe you?! I'm the one that is going to fuck them!" He laughed and said, "Yeah, but I'm the one that is going to let them live after they fuck my sister." I thought that was a good thing. They were too young to die and I might want to do this again sometime. I said, "I'm going to my bathroom and dry my hair. Why don't you call them and invite them over? If I am going to fuck them until they can't get it up any more I had better get started." Before I left Brad said, "He wants us to use your bedroom. He watches you doesn't he? That's why you left the blinds open. He ordered you to. He watched you sucking my cock and he watched me fuck you didn't he?" I nodded and said, "I'm sorry. He ordered me to. You're right. Are you mad?" He said, "After what has happened to me lately?! Are you kidding? Hell, I owe him!" Mom popped him in the butt with a towel and said, "Go get dressed and make a phone call smart ass. We need to figure out how to break it to your friends that they are about to get very lucky." Brad looked at mom curiously and asked, "You don't even mind, do you?" She shrugged and answered, "Actually, I'm more than a little jealous." I smiled and said, "You could always join us." Mom said, "I would love to. But I'm afraid it is going to be hard enough for Brad to deal with his friends fucking his sister." Brad said, "You know what I'm having the most trouble dealing with mom? My uptight, frigid, puritan mother saying fuck!" Mom drew herself up and exclaimed, "I was never frigid!" Brad shook his head in surrender and said, "I've got to make a couple of phone calls." As he walked away he called back over his shoulder, "Why don't you put on one of your sexy new outfits Lisa?" I asked, "With or without the underwear?" He stopped and turned around and looked at me, trying to decide. At last he said, "You decide." I went to my bathroom and dried my hair and brushed my teeth again. I went to my room and went through my new outfits, trying to decide which one would have the biggest effect on my brother's two friends. The skirts were all about the same, all scandalously short, which was perfect. I considered the halter tops and crop tops but ended up going with the sheer blouse. I knew the guys would like them. When I had tried them on I had been very self-conscious because they were almost invisible. It was going to be almost like I was topless. And as soon as I sat down, or better yet, when they were following me upstairs they would really get an eyeful. I was amazed at my own easy acceptance of this new lifestyle. I suspected that my mother's attitude had a lot to do with that. But still, less than twenty-four hours ago I had been a virgin. Now I was looking forward to having sex with my brother and his two best friends. This was a one hundred and eighty degree turn for me. Not that I hadn't thought about sex before. I am human. But I had thought about my secret crush making sweet love to me and living happily ever after. Not an orgy with two guys I, well, I didn't dislike them. I really didn't care that much about them one way or the other. Now though, I was actually kind of excited about what was about to happen. The idea of how I was going to tease them and then let them see me naked and touch me was turning me on. The prospect of letting them do anything that they wanted to do to me over and over until they were completely sated was starting to make my pussy tingle. I laughed to myself and thought, "Those two boys are never going to be the same after today!" I got dressed and went down to Brad's room. Mom was there, sitting on his bed with her hand on his thigh and listening to him talking to one of his friends. It was obvious that she was excited about what we were about to do. I kind of felt sorry for her. I knew that she could picture the excitement those two teenage virgins would be experiencing shortly and the idea of it was really turning her on. Brad hung up the phone and said, "First of all, fuck you look hot sis!" I thanked him and he continued, "They'll be here in about half an hour. They think we are going to play video games." I went in and sat by mom and put my arms around her from behind. I hadn't planned to but my hands cupped her breasts. I leaned forward and kissed her shoulder and said, "I'm sorry you can't join in the fun mom. But I'll leave Brad alone and after his friends leave we'll make it up to you." Brad was lying back against his headboard and watching me tease mom. Her hand was only a fraction of an inch from his half hard cock. I was the only one with clothes on. Brad groaned and said, "I think I've figured out what's going on here. The only possible answer is that I was run over by a car on the way home yesterday and I was killed. This is heaven!" Mom said, "First of all, if you ever say something like that again I'll kill you! Second, the things we are doing are most probably not allowed in heaven. Third, Lisa, get your hands off my tits before I get carried away. I have to go call the doctor and make an appointment to get your birth control pills." Brad got up and got dressed and we went downstairs. I told him what I had in mind for when his friends arrived. He liked my idea and we sat around in the living room anxious for them to get here. While we waited Brad admired and complimented me again on my very short skirt and nearly invisible blouse. I thanked him, but I was more anxious to impress his friends with my new outfit. I think that we were both amazed at the change that had come over me, and we were both enjoying it. Larry and Gordy finally showed up and I went to let them in. They started to greet me and suddenly they both fell silent. They didn't even try not to stare at my tits. I had to struggle not to laugh out loud. I didn't want to spoil the mood. I invited them in and Brad came over and said, "You guys ready to play?" I smiled. I didn't doubt for a minute that they were ready to play. They were still staring at my exposed tits and had yet to utter a syllable since they saw my chest. I preceded them to the stairs and their eyes were glued to my ass all the way up. I didn't turn around to look but I could feel it. When we were at the top of the stairs Brad asked, "Do you guys like Lisa's new outfit?" They both nodded enthusiastically, of course. Brad grinned and said, "She got a bunch of new clothes. She was going to model them for me later but she wouldn't mind if you guys watched. Do you want to see them?" Larry exclaimed, "Hell yes!" Gordy just nodded his head eagerly. He had apparently been struck mute. Brad turned to me and asked, "You don't mind if the guys see your new outfits do you Lisa?" Well after all, it had been my idea. I shrugged as casually as I could. I was fighting to hide my own excitement. I said, "I don't mind Brad. I could use their opinions. Some of the things I bought are kind of revealing. I'd like to know if they think I should return them." Larry and Gordy grinned and Larry said, "Sure, we don't mind. Do we Gordy?" Poor Gordy. He just shook his head. He still couldn't tear his eyes away from my chest. I'd have to keep my eyes on him. I would hate to give him a heart attack. They followed me to my room and I invited them to sit on my bed. Larry and Gordy sat on my bed. Brad pulled my desk chair out and sat there. I opened the double doors to my closet. All of the new clothes were hanging together on my right. Then I went to my dresser and pulled out the two remaining bathing suits and my new lingerie. When they saw my new bras and panties they both turned an even brighter shade of red. I acted like the boys weren't even there. I pulled the new outfits out of the closet and hung them on a hook on the closet door. I slipped my shoes off and, standing with my back to the boys I began to unbutton my blouse just as casually as if I were getting undressed for bed. I heard Larry mutter under his breath, "Oh my god! I don't fucking believe this!" There was pause and just as I pulled my blouse off Larry said, "Brad…? Dude! It's your sister?!" Brad chuckled and said, "Yeah, hot isn't she?" Larry didn't say another word. I dropped my blouse on a chair in the corner and reached behind my back to unbutton the skirt. I noticed that this time my hands weren't shaking. I was excited, but now it was the boys that were shaking, with excitement. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then I bent over, in a ladylike manner of course, and picked it up. I dropped it on my blouse and started to reach for another skirt. But I stopped and turned to face them. I heard them suck in their breaths. Their eyes were huge. I smiled and asked, "Do you guys want to see me try on the lingerie first? Or would you like me to try the outer clothes on first and save the underwear for last?" The boys looked at each other and then Gordy just turned back and gaped at me. Larry glanced at the new lingerie and with a degree of honesty and candor I didn't think him capable of he responded, "I wouldn't mind if you stayed just like you are. But I'm curious about the new outfits. I think we should save the bras and panties for last though. They can be like desert." Gordy may have a heart attack yet but it was looking like Larry was getting into this. Way to go Larry! I turned to Brad and gave him a wink. Then I turned back to my closet and started trying on clothes. Some of the tops were so revealing that they were close to illegal. The boys seemed to approve of them though. I tried on a halter top that only barely covered my nipples and I pulled on one of the skirts. I slipped into the high heel sandals and turned to face them again. I took a couple of steps and stood in front of Larry and said, "What do you think Larry? Does this look alright? It isn't indecent is it?" He grinned and said, "It looks pretty fucking decent to me!" I smiled and spread my legs slightly. I had intentionally worn it a little high on my waist and I knew that from his position seated in front of me my pussy was showing. I said, "I can't tell about this skirt. I know it's pretty short but when I stand up straight I can't see exactly how short it is. Would you do me a favor and rest your finger under the hem and draw a line across my front so I can see where my skirt ends?" He glanced at Brad. He seemed nervous and I guess that he still wasn't convinced that Brad didn't mind what was happening. Brad smiled and said, "If you don't I will Larry. Don't be a pussy for Christ's sake. Help the girl out!" Larry glanced momentarily at my face and then he looked down and touched his finger to my hip where my skirt left off. He slowly drew it all the way across my front. When his finger reached the top of my slit he paused and said, "It may be a little short. But I love the way it looks on you." Then he finished his imaginary line. I smiled and said, "You may be right. How about in back, is it too short there too?" I turned around slowly and he drew another imaginary line across the lower portion of my ass cheeks. When he was done he sighed and said, "No, it isn't bad Lisa. It looks just fine." I think I was starting to like Larry. I thanked him for helping out and turned back around. I pointed out that the halter top only just covered my nipple and the material was very thin. I asked him if he thought it might be offensive. He smiled and responded, "I'm not offended." I leaned down and kissed his cheek and said, "Why Larry! Thank you! That's so sweet." He blushed again. I hoped that he was saving some blood flow for his cock. I turned around and said, "Would you give me hand Larry? I'd appreciate it if you would untie those strings on my top." He reached up instantly and untied the string around my back. Then he pulled on the string around my neck. I caught the top as it slid down off of my tits and I asked, "Thanks Larry, would you mind unfastening my skirt now. I hate having to do all that stuff behind my back. I don't know who decided that the fasteners for girls' clothes should be behind their backs. Guys never have to reach behind their backs to get undressed. I always thought that was unfair." Larry began to fumble with the button and the zipper on my skirt and as he unfastened them he quietly responded, "I would be happy to help you undress any day, Lisa." I smiled and said, "I'll keep you in mind Larry. Thank you for the kind offer." When my skirt came loose he slid it down over my hips without waiting for me to ask. I felt his hot breath on my ass as he slowly slid it down. When it was in a small puddle of cloth around my feet I turned to face him and held onto his shoulders for support as I slowly stepped out of it. My pussy was only a foot from his face and he was staring as if hypnotized. I smiled at him and asked, "Is that the first pussy you ever saw, Larry?" He didn't look up. He continued to stare at my pussy. I had thought that all boys lied about their sexual experience but Larry said, "Yes. It's the first one I have ever seen in real life. It's the most beautiful thing I ever saw!" I had planned to try on all of my new clothes but this was going very well and I was so horny I was about to explode. If they still wanted a fashion show later I would gladly give them one. But I decided that it was time for a change of plans. I said, "Thank you Larry. That is very kind of you. Would you like to see it better? Would you like to touch it?" He looked at my face quickly, to make sure he wasn't hearing things I guess. I smiled at him and he said, "That would be all I need. Just one touch and I can die happy." I laughed and said, "One touch may be enough for you Larry. But I think that I will want more than that. I'm pretty excited right now. I get turned on when I take my clothes off in front of boys. But I'm not sure if just one touch is going to be enough to get me off. You can try though." His hand came up and came to rest on my inner thigh. I spread my legs a little further apart and rested my hand on his shoulder. I glanced over at Gordy who had a look of longing on his face that almost made me laugh. He was so jealous and yet obviously so scared. I reached over and lifted Gordy's chin so that he was looking at my face and said, "Don't worry Gordy. You'll get a turn too." I don't think he could have looked happier if I handed him a big bag of money. His face lit up like a Christmas tree. I patted his cheek and returned my attention to Larry. Larry's hand had begun to work its way slowly up my thigh. His hand was hot and sweaty but he had a gentle touch and I was getting really turned on. When his fingers finally reached my moist slit I gasped. It was my turn to react. Damn that felt good! It's impossible to describe how exciting it is to be touched by a boy, especially when it is a brand new sensation. I hope I never get tired of this! I let him move his fingers over, around and finally inside of my pussy which was now so wet it was nearly dripping out of me. I was getting to the point of orgasm if he didn't stop, and my knees were getting very shaky. I stopped him and asked, "Larry, would you like to do more than touch? I am very turned on right now and I'd like you to stand up and get undressed. I think that this would be a good time to get rid of your virginity. Don't you?" He stood up and started to whip his shirt off but then he stopped and asked nervously, "What about your mom?" I giggled and said, "Maybe some other time. You'll have to settle for me today." He rolled his eyes and asked, "What if she comes upstairs and hears us?" I got tired of waiting for him and started to help him undress. I reached out and began to wrestle with his belt and then I looked up at him and said, "It's okay Larry. She knows what we are doing. She doesn't mind." He couldn't have looked more scared if I had pointed a gun at him. I guess I should have made something up. He grabbed my hands and exclaimed, "What?! What do you mean she knows what we are doing? Mothers don't let boys fuck their daughters! Are you out of your mind?! I know your mother. She is not real big on sex. I remember hearing you bitch for half an hour because she wouldn't let you buy a bikini." I smiled and began struggling with his pants again. I said, "She's changed Larry. She's changed a lot. You saw what I was wearing when you got here. She picked those clothes out. She picked out those sexy bras and panties. And wait until you see the new swimming suits she bought me. You'll shit. Do you want to know what my mom thinks about me taking three boys to my bedroom to have sex, Larry? She was sad that she couldn't join us. She was jealous of all the fun that I am going to have if I ever get your god damned pants off!" He stopped fighting me and took his shirt off finally. But he wasn't convinced. He let me finish opening his pants and said, "If she comes in here and kills me I'll never forgive you." I dropped to my knees to pull Larry's pants down and as I was sliding them off over his hips I turned to Brad and said, "Come on Brad, help me out here!" He laughed and said, "Lisa, I'm not going to help you undress Larry." "Ha ha!" I responded sarcastically. He laughed again and to Larry he said, "It's okay man. She wasn't kidding. Mom's cool with it." He paused to consider the best way to say what he wanted to say and then he continued. "Look man, this is kind of embarrassing. There have been some changes around here as you can see. I don't have a problem with sharing the wealth but you guys have to give me your word that you'll keep this to yourselves. You're both smart enough to know what will happen to my reputation if this shit gets out." Larry looked at Brad as if he did not believe his ears. In a quiet voice he asked breathlessly, "Dude! You're doing it with your sister?!" I noted that his voice registered awe and envy, not disgust or disbelief. Brad heard that too and I saw that he was relieved. Gordy had yet to be heard from however. I stopped messing with Larry's pants and turned to look at Gordy. I was surprised to see the huge smile on his face. He had seemed kind of out of it. He saw me looking at him and he slowly shook his head in disbelief. There was a long pause and then he finally spoke. It was the first time I remembered him speaking since they had arrived. He said, "Kiss my ass. Brad you are the luckiest son of a bitch in the fucking world. I'd give my left nut if my sister was like yours. Or my mom! Christ! If my mother thought that I was even aware that my sister had a pussy she'd kick me out of the house!" I laughed and asked, "So you are cool with this? What happens in this house stays in this house?" Gordy answered, "I can't believe I'm going to get to have sex with you Lisa. I have had the hots for you since the first time I saw you. And you didn't even have tits then! I swear I would never do anything to make your life harder or to get my best friend in trouble. I think this is the hottest thing I ever heard of. Trust me. I'm not even going to tell Larry what I see here!" I smiled and said, "I'm going to take special care of you Gordy." I turned back to finish undressing Larry. As I did I saw movement in the window in Sean's house. I hoped he was just watching and not filming or broadcasting what we were doing on the internet. I grasped Larry's pants but before I started pulling them down I asked, "Have we sufficiently reassured you Larry? You know that I am having sex with my brother. You know that my mother is, at the very least, aware of it. Do you have any other questions or would you like me to pull your pants down and suck your cock now?" I probably should have phrased that differently. Larry looked at me funny and asked, "At the very least?" I glanced at Brad. He rolled his eyes and said, "All this just started Larry, just in the last couple of days. This morning I had sex with my mom too." Larry and Gordy were looking at Brad like he had just admitted that he was Charles Manson. Or Brad Pitt. Or god. I'm not sure which. But I figured there was one sure way to distract them. I pulled Larry's pants and underwear down to his feet and wrestled them and his shoes off at the same time while he held onto my shoulders for balance. I shoved the whole mess under my bed and looked at his cock. It had been hard a couple of minutes ago but all the talking, and all of the surprises had sent his little corpuscles scurrying for cover. I pushed him back down on the bed and spread his legs wide apart. He leaned back on his elbows to watch me and soon the blood was returning to his cock. I put my hand around his shaft and he groaned in pleasure at the touch of a girl's hand on it. It became instantly hard again when I touched it. I turned to Gordy and said, "Gordy, I like sucking cocks. But I have found that it is a lot more exciting if a guy is touching me. You know, feeling my tits and playing with my pussy. It gets me all hot and when I'm hot I really, really like sucking cocks. Would you mind?" He smiled at me and said, "Lisa, will you marry me?" I laughed and said, "Maybe later Gordy." I bent down and started kissing and licking Larry's cock and balls. In seconds Gordy was beside me on the floor and his hot, sweaty hands were all over me. It was kind of sweet, in a clammy sort of way. He wasn't very good at it but his excitement was one hell of a turn on. I started sucking slowly and gently on Larry's cock. I didn't want it to be over too quickly. I pretty much ignored what Gordy was doing. I mean it was neat that he was going nuts over my body but his unskilled touch wasn't all that exciting. I heard Brad get up and whisper, "I'll be right back." He went out and closed the door and in about two minutes he was back. I heard Larry and Gordy both gasp loudly when he returned. He shut the door and said, "You guys just ignore us. I didn't have anything to do with my hands and I knew mom would get a kick out of this." I almost choked on Larry's cock when I realized that Brad had come back with mom. I had to fight not to laugh out loud at their shock. Larry's cock started to deflate but it quickly reversed directions as I ministered to it. I looked up and saw Larry staring at Brad and my mom. I heard the familiar sound of clothing being removed and then Brad sat back down. Soon my mother was in his lap and before long I could hear her breathing getting louder and an occasional sensuous moan escape her lips. I wasn't paying that much attention though. I was enjoying Larry's nice cock. It was a little smaller than Brad's but it was nice and smooth and it was quivering with excitement. I had stopped using my hand on it. His excitement had been building too quickly and I wanted this to last for a while. But after about four or five minutes I knew he was about to lose it. I reached up and cupped his balls and teased them and Larry fell back on my mattress and screamed, "OH SHIT!!!!!" I felt my mouth start to fill up and I flashed back to the first time I got Brad off. He must have shot a half a cup of cum. Larry turned out to be nearly as prolific. I had to swallow twice before he started slowing down. I had to swallow again before he finally stopped. I held his cock and the last of his cum in my mouth until he was almost soft and then I carefully let his cock slip from between my lips and swallowed his cum. I sat up on my heels and looked at him. He seemed catatonic. He was staring at the ceiling and breathing hard still. He finally caught his breath and struggled to get back up on his elbows. He looked over at my mother and I looked over to see her sitting on Brad's lap. They were both naked and they were kissing. Brad's finger was inside of her and his thumb looked like it was teasing her clit. The excitement she was experiencing was obvious. I knew that it excited her to be treated that way in front of Brad's friends. She liked the idea of being forced to show off and perform. I was starting to have a greater appreciation for her fantasies. I turned to Gordy and suggested, "Why don't you guys switch places? I'll suck your cock and then when we are done Larry can fuck me. Okay?" Larry sat up and said, "Or, you can suck Gordy's cock while I fuck you. Would you like to try that?" I replied, "That sounds like fun Larry. How do you guys want to do this?" I let Larry take over. He got Gordy to stand up and undress. Gordy was very shy and it was kind of cute. But he had nothing to be shy about. He was a little pudgy but he had the biggest cock of the three boys. His cock was already hard and it was a little longer than Brad's. But it was much fatter. It was almost as fat as Sean's. It really surprised me. Once I had helped Gordy undress, Larry made him sit on my bed and lean back against the headboard. He ordered me to kneel on my bed between Gordy's legs and start sucking. I took note of the fact that Larry had begun ordering me and Gordy both around. But I didn't say anything. It was kind of amusing. When I had my face in Gordy's crotch Larry got up behind me. He was already nearly hard again. He rested his cock in the crack of my ass and slowly slid it up and down in the tight crevice between my ass cheeks. I was a little nervous about his cock in such close proximity to my asshole but once he was hard he repositioned me and pushed down on my back. He lined his cock up and slowly started pushing it into my very wet, very ready pussy. It was probably more exciting for him, since it was his first time. But not by much, it felt fantastic! I smiled and thought, "Sean may not realize it but this was a great idea." I know that he only did it to humiliate us, to punish us. But so far his two punishments have been really fun. His first punishment was for me to have sex with my brother. That had worked out great too. Gordy enjoyed his first blowjob a little too much. Before Larry had his cock all the way in my pussy Gordy had his first orgasm. It was surprising for two reasons. I wasn't ready for it. He exploded in less than a minute and there was no warning. He had acted like he was having an orgasm from the moment my lips touched him. But the really amazing thing was the taste. I was new at this too, of course. I hadn't tasted that many men yet. But there were certain characteristics which I had assumed were universal. I was wrong! Gordy's cum was not bitter in the least. It was so mild tasting that I didn't realize at first he was cumming. It didn't have that bleachy taste either. I wouldn't go so far as to say it was delicious but it wasn't at all unpleasant. I held his cock in my mouth after I swallowed his cum. I was surprised again when his cock stayed rock hard. I wasn't ready for this to end and apparently he wasn't either. I gave him a minute to catch his breath and calm down a little and then I started sucking his cock again. It was a little difficult to know where to focus my attention. I was enjoying sucking on Gordy's nice, fat cock. I was also enjoying Larry's first clumsy fuck. He was too excited and at first he kept overestimating the length of his cock I guess. He fell out several times. It was getting kind of annoying until he finally realized he didn't have a twelve inch cock and shortened his strokes. Once Larry got his act together, even though he was inexperienced, it felt nice having it pumping in and out of me like that. I was probably paying too much attention to him and neglecting Gordy but Gordy didn't seem to mind. I was enjoying all of the cock but as excited as I was by what I was doing I knew that Larry wasn't going to last long enough for me to build to an orgasm. Under the circumstances though, I couldn't reach back and play with my clit so that I could come too. Brad took care of that. He got up and positioned mom against the side of my bed and entered her from behind. As soon as Brad started fucking her she reached under me and started teasing my pussy with one hand and one of my nipples with the other. Now that is the way to fuck! It was like my whole body was being stimulated. I had two cocks inside of me and my pussy and my tit being simultaneously stimulated by mom's knowing hands and my increasingly dirty mind was imagining thousands of men watching us on the internet. Although yesterday I had been appalled at the idea of all those geeks and freaks watching me lose my virginity on the internet, for some reason as I imagined them watching me now I was incredibly excited and much to my surprise I came before anyone else! When I started to cum my pussy clamped down on Larry's cock and it was all over for him too. Gordy was forced to wait. I was suddenly focused entirely on my own orgasm and he got short changed for a couple of minutes. Once I was recovered sufficiently from my own orgasm I once more gave Gordy my undivided attention and he quickly paid me back with another mouthful of his mild flavored cum. After everyone had cum we were all just kind of scattered around in a weird looking naked pile of human bodies. No one spoke for a couple of minutes but no one seemed uncomfortable or self-conscious any longer. I saw my mom smiling at me and I thanked her for her help. Then I said, "Mom, you have to suck Gordy's cock. He has the most amazing cum! I mean it. It is almost sweet. Well, maybe not sweet, but when he cums in your mouth it's like there is no taste. It isn't bitter or bleachy or anything. Have you ever tasted a guy's cum like that?" She laughed quietly and said, "No dear. I never have." I asked, "What's so funny?" She smiled and said, "Can you imagine having this conversation a few days ago? We are laying around with three naked boys and discussing the taste of cum. On Monday you were mad at me because I wouldn't let you wear a bikini." I laughed and said, "Yeah, you sure have matured." Gordy had been listening quietly but now he interjected, "You really think my cum tastes good? Cool!" My head was resting on his thigh only inches from his soft cock. I spotted a couple of drops of cum that had escaped from the tip and were puddled on his stomach. I craned my neck and licked them up and licked the head of his cock and it quickly started getting hard again. I said, "Gordy! You still aren't satisfied?" He grinned and said, "I have been dreaming about having sex with you since I discovered hard ons. I think I could do this all day. I still want to fuck you. I want to feel what it is like to have my dick inside of you. And I can't believe I am saying this in front of your mother and your brother! If I wake up and this was all a dream I'm going to be really pissed." I said, "It isn't a dream Gordy." Then I took his cock back in my mouth and teased it with my lips and tongue until it was hard. Gordy got up and I turned over and stretched out on my back. My mother guided his cock into me, which almost freaked him out again. Then he started fucking me with his nice fat cock while my mother and Larry each started sucking and nibbling on one of my nipples. Brad watched for a few minutes and then he came and stood by my head and started playing with his cock. He grinned down at me as he beat his meat right in front of my face. I looked up at him and he quietly said, "I see the camera." The others were too distracted but I knew what he was talking about. Sean had a camera pointed at us and was either transmitting our little orgy out over the internet or recording it for the amusement of whoever wished to see it later. I smiled and nodded. At this point I really didn't care. I was having fun and I figured that it was too late to worry about someone that I knew seeing me. The pictures were already out there. Fuck them. If they liked looking at this sort of thing then let them look. I didn't mind if I turned the whole damned world on at the moment. I was getting close to cumming when Brad shot his cum all over my face. It was another first for me and I found it to be very exciting. It felt so hot as it landed and pooled there. In fact, it put me right over the edge and I started cumming. That set Gordy off and he had his first orgasm in a girl's pussy. He had already cum twice but he had a lot to look at and when my pussy clamped down on him he cried out and it was all over for him. I waited for everyone to melt away afterwards and I asked Brad for a couple of tissue. He jokingly said, "No. I like that look on you." At least I think he was joking. Mom just smiled and said, "I'll get that baby." She moved up and licked the cum from my face. The boys thought that was hot. But then, they seemed to think everything was hot. The guys hung around almost all day. They each had sex with mom and they each had sex with me one more time. It wasn't a constant orgy. We stopped for lunch and we even played video games in the nude for a little while, but not for long. We couldn't get near a guy without being fondled and groped. It was great! By the time the day was over we were exhausted. We agreed to do it again though. It had been a lot of fun and by the end of the day the guys were getting pretty good at it. We couldn't tell them when we could reconvene though. Our schedules were being set by our new neighbor. The guys left when it was time to start supper. Mom and Brad and I took another long shower in mom's big walk in shower. Then we got dressed for the first time since shortly after Larry and Gordy arrived and tried to act normal. Mom was cooking and I was peeling potatoes and Brad had volunteered to mix a salad. The room was quiet. We all seemed to be lost in our thoughts until Brad asked, "Mom, whatever happened to that box of magazines?" She turned around and looked at him and thought for a few moments. Then she answered, "I don't know! My dad moved it and I never found it again. I don't know if he got rid of them or just hid them better. When my parents sold their home and moved into a condo they put a bunch of stuff in storage. We haven't even gone through most of it since mom died. I wonder if they could be there." Dad came home and we had supper. I don't think that I had ever realized how little dad spoke or interacted with my brother and me before now, or my mother either now that I think about it. He only seemed to speak to us if he wanted something or if we were doing something that he didn't like. He didn't ask about our day. Not just now that summer was here and school was out either. I couldn't remember the last time he had asked me about my day. When school was in session he didn't ask what we were studying or how we were doing. He had no idea what subjects were of interest to us and which subjects we hated. If Brad had a ball game he might ask later if he had won or lost, if it occurred to him. He never attended a game. If he had a problem with the way the yard work was done he would say something. Other than that he didn't talk to us. He didn't want to be disturbed when he was reading the paper and if we tried to talk while he was watching TV he shushed us and told us to wait for a commercial. I'm not sure why I had never noticed that before. I guess that was part of the reason that Brad and I had grown up so independent. And that was probably why we had now grown so close all of a sudden. We had discovered how wonderful it was to be loved and receive affection from another human being. We went to our own bedrooms that night. But I was lying in bed in the dark for a long time and I realized that I wanted to be held. I had come to miss that after only one night. I got up and went next door to Brad's room. I was afraid that he might be asleep already. If he was I was going to go back to my room. I opened his door quietly and stepped in. I was naked but I wasn't worried about getting caught. There wasn't a chance in hell of my dad getting out of bed and seeing me. I closed Brad's door and leaned against it in the dark. He was breathing quietly and at first I didn't know if he was asleep. Then I heard his soft voice. "I couldn't sleep either," he said. He threw his covers back and I was surprised at how excited I was that he was welcoming me into his bed. I climbed in with my back to him and he covered me up. He wrapped his arms around me and his hand cupped my breast gently. We didn't have sex. We just enjoyed being together. I can't describe how nice it was to be held like that. I had never realized until just the last few days what a cold, undemonstrative family we were. Now that I had discovered affection I loved it. I craved it. I heard the change in his breathing when he went to sleep. I lay there in his arms and listened to his steady breathing and I smelled the clean, masculine smell of him in the sheets and on the pillowcase. I felt his warm, firm body pressing against me and his arms protecting me from the world and I was astonished when I realized that I was crying. At first I was confused. But in an instant I realized what it was. They were tears of happiness! That was totally weird. I was being blackmailed and raped by our new neighbor and his friends. I hated him and I hated what he was making me do. And yet I had never been happier in my life! I had never felt so much love. As much as I hated Sean I was grateful to him for this and for my new relationship with my mother. I finally drifted off to sleep. I awoke in the morning, fully rested and still in the arms of my big little brother. I felt his cock pressing against me. It was hard now and I thought that he was awake and thinking about me. He may have been dreaming about me, but he wasn't awake. I turned over onto my back gently and my movement woke him. He grinned and said good morning. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his hard on and smiled. I said, "Does this mean you are glad I'm here?" He laughed quietly and said, "I am more than glad that you are here. But I'm sorry to disappoint you. That means I have to get up or I'm going to piss all over you." I said, "I thought that piss hard on stuff was just a joke." He smiled and said, "I wish! I can think of a lot better things to do with it than go running to the bathroom. But you'll have to take my word for it Lisa. That first hard on in the morning is one you don't want to fool with. Not unless you're feeling really kinky." I laughed and said, "Not that kinky!" He got up and put his shorts on and hurried out of the room. He had only been gone for a few seconds when mom came in and sat on the edge of the bed. She ran her hand over my hair and smiled affectionately and said, "I love it that you two are so close now. I envy you your relationship with your brother. But be careful. Your dad would either die or kill both of you if he knew what was going on between you." I sat up and hugged her and said, "I'm trying to be careful. We didn't do anything last night. I just wanted to be held. But we are aware of what would happen if he found us. We'll be careful." She started to get up and I pulled her back down. She looked at me to see what was wrong and I said, "Mom, I'm not sure how I feel about what is happening next door. I know that you have mixed emotions about it. I understand that. But I wanted you to know that I'm kind of glad it happened. I have never felt so close to you, I've never felt so much love for you as I do now. I wanted you to know that I love you very much." She hugged me and gave me a big kiss and when she let me go there were tears in her eyes. I smiled and wiped away a tear. I said, "I know how you feel. After Brad went to sleep last night I lay there in his arms and I was crying. I always thought 'tears of happiness' were a crock of shit. But they aren't! Love can make you so happy you can't stand it. Isn't it wonderful?" Brad came back in then and mom stood up and gave him a hug and a big kiss. Then she asked, "Do you kids want to drive over to the place where I have my parents stuff in storage and scrounge around? I couldn't go through it all when they died. I felt like I was invading their privacy. Now I'm curious." Brad and I were both curious too. We nodded and I got out of bed. I asked where dad was. When I was informed that he was downstairs I went to my room and went about having a normal morning in my father's home. After breakfast Brad mowed the yard. Dad did the edging and weed eating so he could get done faster and the three of us could drive out to the storage place. Dad wasn't interested and we were glad of it. Besides, there was a ball game on and that was more important than family. The stuff that had been packed away after mom's parents died was in a storage unit the size of a two car garage. We signed in at the office and found the unit. Mom unlocked the garage door and Brad opened it. The room was stacked high on both sides with cardboard boxes. There was a tiny pathway down the middle that went through to the back of the storage unit. There was a stack of furniture against both walls but except for the pathway down the middle the rest of the room was piled high with cardboard boxes. Mom looked at it and said, "Most of this is stuff that I just couldn't bring myself to get rid of. It really isn't of any value. We should give most of it to the thrift shop. The boxes towards the back were the things that my parents already had in storage and I don't know what's in most of those. I just transferred them here without even opening them." We agreed to help her go through this stuff later and sort it out. But for now we were on a mini scavenger hunt. We carefully made our way to the back of the unit and stood in a small cleared space looking at dozens of boxes. We stood back and let mom point out the boxes that she wanted to look in. Brad would pull them down and stand back and let her open them. A lot of what she found was just junk. There were old tools and rotten bungee cords and frayed power cords. If you want to get a good idea of what we found, go out in your garage and look around. There were even old car parts. Most of what she found was bound for the dump once we got a truck or a trailer. But then, when she was just about to give up, she opened a box that had been securely sealed with duct tape. There were a couple of old Popular Mechanics magazines on top, the magazines under them were what she had been looking for. The very first magazine was called "Battle Cry." On the cover was a trio of Nazis preparing to torture two attractive, half naked young women. Under that there were Detective Magazines with young women whose clothing was torn and tattered and they were all about to suffer a horrible death, or a fate worse than death. Or they already had. These were the magazines that had shaped my mother's fantasies when she was a young girl. Brad closed that box and took it out to the car. Then we looked through a few more boxes. We found more worthless junk in box after box. But then we got the shock or our lives. Brad pulled out a box that was taped up as securely as the one with the magazines had been. He cut the tape with his pocket knife and mom slowly opened it. She looked a little nervous and when she got the box open it turned out she was justified. At first we didn't know what we were looking at. We had to start disentangling things before it became obvious. There was a huge assortment of leather restraints of all sorts. There were devices that appeared to be in the same vein as the restraints but we weren't really sure what they were for. We found several whips and riding crops and even a small cat-o-nine-tails. We had never seen one before of course, but I think we all recognized it from the descriptive name. There were blindfolds and pieces of chain and rope and wicked looked clamps. Apparently grandma and grandpa had been into S&M in a big way! Mom said, "We can't leave that in here. Take it to the car Brad. God, what if someone found that?!" We narrowed our search after that find. We started looking for boxes that were sealed especially well with duct tape out the ass. Once we had refined our search parameters things went much more quickly. We found three more boxes that had been given extra care and sealed securely. The first box really piqued our interest. It was a large box completely filled with VCR tapes. They had been in here a long time, almost three years. This was not one of those temperature and humidity controlled storage units. We didn't have high hopes for the tapes. But it didn't cost anything to take them home and check them out. The next box was an assortment of leather clothing. It ran the entire gamut from underwear to masks and gloves of all descriptions. We went through the things on top and they all seemed to be intended for a male, though it was a little hard to tell. The third and final box was a selection of leather gear that was more obviously intended for a female. The cut outs on a large number of the outfits made that obvious. These three boxes all went in the car as well. We did a cursory search of the remaining boxes and found nothing more of interest. We made our way out to the car and locked the door again. We were all drenched in sweat. It had been hotter than hell in there. We were glad to get in the car and crank the air conditioner up. Mom drove back to the office and signed us out. Then we headed home. Brad had put the box of tapes in the back seat and he was looking through them for labels or anything that might give us an idea what they contained. We had an idea. They had been sealed securely like the S&M gear. We took that as a hint. When we got home dad was in the den watching baseball. We had no trouble sneaking the boxes up to Brad's room. We decided that we were all too nasty to wait and we split up and took showers. I managed to beat Brad to the bathroom. We were tempted to take a shower together. The odds of dad catching us were just about nil. I was willing to chance it but Brad decided that he was too young to die. I took a quick shower and put on a pair of light shorts and a thin t-shirt. I went in to mom's room and waited while she dressed. I could tell that she was nervous and excited all at the same time. She had already learned more about her parents than I think she wanted to know. They had obviously not been the people that she thought they were. She watched me watching her and she smiled when she was dressed and said, "I almost had an orgasm when we found those magazines. But I am scared to death of what we might find on those tapes." I smiled and said, "You might learn the things about your mother that I learned about mine. I suspect that you are better equipped to handle that information than I was." She gave me a curious look and said, "You know, you're right!" She was thoughtful for a moment and then she said, "It must have been pretty hard to get used to what you have learned about me. I never thought about what it would be like for you. I'm sorry Lisa." I shrugged and said, "You are who you were raised to be, same as me." She said, "That's why I'm sorry. Why do you think I wouldn't let you buy a bikini? I intended to raise you right. No kink, no S&M, and no chains and whips. I'm sorry." I went over and hugged her and said, "You aren't blackmailing me, Sean is. And I don't like everything that has happened so far, but I have to be honest. I like a hell of a lot of it. I had a ball yesterday and I love my new relationship with you and with Brad. It kind of makes me wish that dad didn't have a big stick up his ass. Not that I want to have sex with him, but it would be nice to be as close to him as I am to you and my brother." Mom shuddered and said, "Ain't gonna happen. If he knew what was going on in this house we would be out of here so fast he'd break the sound barrier." We figured Brad had enough time to shower and dress. We went down to his room and found him in a pair of gym shorts. He had spread out most of the leather gear from the box of female stuff on his bed and his desk. We looked it over and one thing was immediately obvious. This stuff had seen a lot of use. There were scuffs and scars and sweat stains and other stains we didn't try too hard to identify. I held several of the garments up against my body to get an idea of how they were worn and what they would look like. There was some pretty interesting stuff. These would get a lot of attention if I wore them to school! We finished looking that stuff over and put it back in the box. Then he turned on his TV and put one of the tapes in the VCR. The screen stayed black for a long time and we figured that either it was a blank tape or it had been so degraded by the heat and humidity and age that it wasn't playable. Brad was just about to turn it off when the screen flickered and our education began. Brad had chosen the tape with number one on the label. It was old. It had obviously been transferred to tape from some other format, something that had been intended to be projected on a screen. It flickered and jumped a bit and it was in black and white. But it was watchable and the characters were recognizable. They were my mother's parents when they were in their mid twenties. But that wasn't the part that grabbed your attention. They were both naked and grandma was tied up and looking very uncomfortable. We watched in shock as grandpa walked around her and tapped her on tender areas of her body with a riding crop. Maybe tapped is the wrong word. He hit her hard enough that we heard the snap as it struck her flesh. He hit her ass and her tits and her thighs. It was hard to tell because of the way she was tied up, but it looked like she had a very sexy body. We had been watching for several minutes before Brad said, "I wonder who is holding the camera?" I hadn't even noticed that the camera was following grandpa around and panning in and out! The mild whipping continued for several minutes. Then came another shock. Two large men came into view and lifted grandma, untied her and fastened her to a large frame in the standing position. It feels a little weird referring to that sexy young woman as grandma. I glanced at mom and she looked like she had a fever. Her forehead was sweaty and her eyes looked glazed over. She was getting off on this! We had only watched three or four minutes of it and it looked like she was about to have an orgasm! Brad had noticed too. He moved over and sat behind her on the bed. He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck and his hands went around her and lifted her top. She moaned as his hands cupped her tits but other than that she ignored him and stared at the TV. But Brad apparently didn't want to be ignored. He snared her engorged nipples between his thumbs and his forefingers and began to squeeze so hard that it hurt me to watch. As he squeezed he leaned forward again and this time he didn't kiss her neck. He bit it. He bit it hard and he squeezed her nipples so hard that it looked like they were going to pop. It must have hurt like hell! It was a good thing that I was standing so close to them. I could see it coming. I saw the intake of breath and I just knew that she was going to scream. I quickly clapped my hand over her mouth and she screamed long and loud before she shuddered as her lust overtook her and she passed out. She went limp in Brad's arms and her head lolled around. Her mouth hung open and drool was running down and dripping off of her chin. Brad got scared but I was pretty sure she was okay. She had just had a super- orgasm. Brad scooted back and let her recline on her back. I watched her as consciousness returned and I had to admit I was more than a little jealous. In a short time I had come to really enjoy sex and the wonderful orgasms that I had had. But I knew that I had never experienced anything like what I had just seen. It took her several minutes to recover. It's a damned good thing that I had been there to hold my hand over her mouth. If dad had heard her and come racing up here there would have been no way to explain all of this. Mom finally regained her senses and sat up. She looked at Brad in wonder for a moment and then she whispered, "Thank you Brad. I am never going to forget that. It was…" She couldn't finish. There was no way to describe it. She looked back at the TV finally and said, "Back it up a little. I think I missed something." Brad and I laughed and he backed it up to where she had lost control. We were watching those men tormenting our grandmother when she was in her early twenties for several more minutes when suddenly mom grabbed the remote from Brad and shut it off. She sat up with a stricken look on her face and said, "Oh my god! What am I doing?! This stuff, these magazines, these…these fantasies! These are the things that got me, got us into this mess to start with! I don't want you kids to be like me!" I saw how disturbed she was, but I thought that it was a little late to worry about that at this stage of the game. I smiled at her and said, "Relax mom. I see your point. But it's a little too late to worry about it now. We have already been exposed to it. And for Christ's sake, I'm living it next door. I understand that you want to protect us. But this cat is already out of the bag. You can't put it back. Even if you had someplace safe to stash all of this stuff and hide it from us, you can't turn off the internet. And let's face it. There is no hiding place around this house that is big enough for all of this stuff that dad wouldn't run across it. Now give Brad back the remote. It's a man thing. You know better than to touch a man's remote." She laughed and reluctantly admitted, "I guess you're right Lisa. I can't make you forget about what you already have been exposed to and I can't protect you from that pervert next door. I'm sorry. As usual with me, too little, too late." She handed the remote back to Brad and said, "I'm sorry for touching your 'man thing' Brad. Well, I'm sorry for touching that one anyway. I kind of liked touching the other one." Brad smiled and replied, "And I want you to feel free to touch it whenever the need arises, mom." He sat back against his headboard and pulled mom in between his legs so that she was leaning back against his chest. Then he started the VCR again. We watched the entire four hour movie. The four hour video tape had apparently been made from the action from two different days, or sessions. Sometimes grandpa was doing things to her and sometimes it was other people. But it was always her that was in bondage or being whipped or tortured or fucked violently. At the end of each session though, when she was released from her bonds and everyone was sitting around relaxing over a drink, she was laughing and smiling and she looked quite content. She looked sore, but happy. There could be no question, our grandmother was a masochist. She loved what they did to her. I looked at the clock when the tape ended and said, "Uh oh. We had better get downstairs. Supper was supposed to be an hour ago. Dad will be up here to find out why someone hasn't fed him." We all stood up and got ready to go downstairs. Brad said, "I'll start putting this on DVDs tonight, before they degrade any further. Then we can destroy these big, bulky tapes. The DVDs will be a lot easier to stash." Mom liked that idea but she asked, "What about that stuff?" We looked at the boxes of S&M gear and leather clothing and I suggested, "Why don't we go through that stuff tomorrow and see what we want to keep. What we don't want or can't use we can drop in a dumpster somewhere so that no one will know that it came from us." We went downstairs after agreeing on that plan of action. We found out why dad wasn't upset about missing supper. He was asleep in front of his ball game. We left him that way until supper was ready. After supper mom and I cleaned up the kitchen. Brad went up to start transferring the tapes to DVD. I was going to go up and watch him but my cell phone rang. I answered it and I almost screamed out loud when I heard Sean's voice. I didn't even ask him how he got my number. He knew everything else about me. I wasn't surprised at this. He ordered me to come next door. He told me that if anyone asked, meaning my father, I was to say that I was going for a walk around the block. I told my mom where I was going though. I didn't have to worry about telling dad. He wouldn't even know that I was gone. Mom looked worried but I smiled and said, "I'll be alright. Don't worry mom." I said it with more confidence than I felt though. I went to Sean's back gate and waited. He let me stand there for a couple of minutes before he opened it and let me in. I followed him to his usual seat at the patio table. He sat down and said, "Strip cunt." That didn't take long. I was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts. This was the third time I had undressed for him and I would have thought that by now it would be getting easier. Well, I suppose it was a little easier, but not very damned much. When I was naked he tossed a seat cushion on the patio at his feet and gestured at it. I dropped to my knees on the cushion and he lifted his butt off of his chair and said, "Pull my shorts off." I worked them off and put them on the table beside me. I waited for him to order me to suck his cock but he just sat their grinning and watching me. I guess he was waiting for me. I didn't want to do it. But I would rather get him off and go home than drag this out any longer than necessary. I leaned forward and began to lick his balls and then his quickly growing cock. By the time I took his cock into my mouth it was fully erect. I had gotten a little more experience lately with Brad and Larry and Gordy. But Sean's cock was bigger and nastier and sucking his large cock was only slightly easier this time. I had a little more than half of his cock in my mouth and I was using my hand on the rest of it. I was feeling pretty proud of myself actually. I was taking more of his cock than last time and I wasn't gagging at all. But of course he wasn't satisfied. He stopped me when I had as much of his cock in my mouth as I could manage and held my head in place. He moved my hand down and said, "Keep your hand right where it is." There was about a one inch gap between my lips and my hand. His grin got a little wider and he said, "I don't know how long it takes you to walk around the block slut. But you aren't leaving here tonight until your lips touch your hand." I almost panicked then. My hand held only the very base of his cock now. That must mean that I would have to get at least seven inches of his fat cock into my mouth. I knew that it wouldn't fit. So that meant that he wasn't going to let me leave here tonight until I could take his cock into my throat. I already had tears in my eyes from struggling with the amount of his cock that I had managed to force into my mouth. So he couldn't see that I had started crying. I was terrified all over again. But I had to try. I started honestly trying to force the head of his fat cock into my throat. I swallowed and I pushed with all of my might. The pain was incredible but I tried and I tried, all to no avail. It just wouldn't go. He shook his head and said, "You are one worthless cunt! You can't follow one simple order. I warned you about disobeying me. Didn't I cunt?" I mumbled, "Yes master." But I still had his cock in my mouth and it wasn't intelligible. He finally pushed me away and said, "I'll punish you later. We don't have time for that tonight. I call you over here for a simple blowjob and you can't even do that right! Worthless cunt!" He stood up and bent down and picked me up in his arms. I was crying too hard to say anything. Not that anything I said would matter. I was intelligent enough to know that he was just playing with me. He dropped me hard onto the picnic table. It knocked the breath out of me. He pulled me down until my head was hanging down off the end and said, "I won't have a slave that can't suck my cock right. I would be embarrassed to have you suck off one of my friends like that. It's time you learned your trade. This is one of the few things that your sorry ass is good for. You're going to learn to do it right." He forced his hard cock head in between my lips. I was already having trouble breathing. He had knocked the breath out of me when he threw me down on the table and I was crying hard. I had been worried before but he was being so violent that it really scared me now. I brought my arms up, not to fight him but to protect myself. When I did he slapped my right tit so hard that I screamed around the head of his cock which now filled my mouth. I didn't scream because I was scared or startled either. It hurt like hell! He growled, "Put your fucking arms down at your sides and do not move them. If I have to tell you again you will regret it." I was sobbing around his cock and my eyes were so full of tears that I couldn't see. But I was too afraid of him to disobey. I rested my arms on the table beside me and he started fucking my mouth. It was horrible! It hurt like hell. Every brutal stroke banged into the back of my mouth and forced the back of my head against the edge of the table. I had never been in so much pain in my life. But I had never been so scared either. I reached my arms out and gripped the sides of the table to keep myself from raising them to defend myself. His cock continued to batter the entrance to my throat to no avail. He was getting frustrated and impatient and the violence of his strokes seemed to be increasing. I just knew that he was going to damage me. His hands came to rest on my tits and he started squeezing and twisting them painfully. I screamed around his cock again but he ignored my suffering. Hell, he was probably enjoying it. His fingers moved up and grasped my nipples and began to pull and squeeze. It felt like he was trying to lift me right up off of the table. I screamed again and when I did something happened. Something gave. His cock slid right down into my throat! I lost it then. I panicked. I knew that this had been his goal but I didn't think it would happen. And the pain was unbearable. I started struggling again. It was a reflex, I couldn't help myself. He grabbed my arms and held them down on the table and growled, "You'll pay for that, cunt. You'll pay big time for disobeying me." All this time he had been holding his cock in my throat and I was almost unconscious. I couldn't breathe. He finally started pulling his cock out slowly. He pulled it all the way out to my lips and I gasped desperately for air. He let me suck in a few loud, painful lungs full of life giving oxygen and then he rammed his cock back into my throat. It caught at the entrance at first and I screamed in pain. When I screamed it slid into me again. He kept doing this over and over until I couldn't even scream anymore. My mouth was full of cock and no one but Sean heard my screams anyway. At first he left his cock buried in my throat until I thought I was going to pass out on every stroke. But then, when it started sliding down a little easier, easier for him, not me, he started fucking my throat just like he would my pussy. At first the pain was indescribable. I had nothing to relate it to. I had never suffered like this in my life. But after a few minutes of this torture my throat started getting numb. I was able to concentrate on timing his thrusts so that I could gulp down air instead of the pain. It went on for a long time. Towards the end he started talking to me while he fucked me. I wanted to yell at him to concentrate on what he was doing, to get this over with! But of course I wasn't even sure if I would ever talk again. He began to comment on how much he enjoyed my orgy yesterday. He told me that I was turning into a regular little cum slut. A pretty, sexy, fuckable, sixteen year old cock slut. He said that I was going to be the perfect cum dump when he was through training me. I was going to be his creation. That was as far as he got before he held his cock buried in my throat and I realized that he was cumming right down my throat. It took him so long that I was starting to panic again. But just before I passed out I managed to get a little air through my nose. It wasn't easy. I had been crying hysterically and my sinuses were all stuffed up and my head was hanging down. But somehow I managed to suck a little air in and I calmed down a little. He finally pulled his softening cock out very slowly. He wiped it on my face and left me lying there on the table. He went over to his chair and picked up his drink and had a couple of sips. Then he came back over and stood looking down at me and smiling. He stared at me for a few minutes before he said, "I hope you recover quickly, cunt. You are going to have to do that again on Monday. You and your mother cunt too. Now get the fuck up and get out of here. You look like shit. You disgust me." I slowly managed to sit up and climb down off of the table. I went over and picked up my clothes. I started to pull my shorts on but he snapped at me, "I said get the fuck out of here you stupid cunt! I'm tired of looking at you!" I tried to speak. I wanted to tell him that it was in his best interests for me to dress here. He didn't want my father to see me like this. But I couldn't speak. When I tried the pain was unbearable and not even a whisper escaped. So I picked up my shirt and my shorts and my sandals and walked to the gate. I opened it slowly and peeked out before I stepped through and closed it behind me. I moved into the corner between the house and the fence and dropped my clothes on the ground. It wasn't quite dark yet but I felt relatively safe here. I put my shorts on and slipped into my sandals. I wiped my face with my shirt and then put it on. I wanted to go running home and get someone to put their arms around me and comfort me. But I realized that was a bad idea. If my father saw me like this he would freak out. And it would be even worse if Brad saw me. He would feel that he had to do something. And there was nothing that he could do that wouldn't make things worse. I snuck into our backyard and sat on a lawn chair until I calmed down. When I thought I had myself under control I went to the patio door. I looked in and saw that no one was in the kitchen. The patio door was locked so I hurried around to the side door and went in. I got a glass of ice water and went upstairs before anyone could see me. I went to the bathroom and got some Tylenol and some sore throat spray and hurried to my room before anyone even knew I was home. I sprayed my throat and then I took the pills. I had a hell of a time swallowing them. It hurt so bad that I just knew that something in me was damaged. I sprayed more of the throat spray in my throat and then I sat on my bed and tried not to cry. I guess mom heard me come in. She came to my room a few minutes later. She had a worried look on her face. She sat on the side of my bed and asked me if I was alright and I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I started crying and she reached down and pulled me into her arms and hugged me. I really, really needed that. She waited until the tears had abated and then she asked me what happened. I didn't want to talk about it but even if I did when I tried so speak I managed only a raspy, painful sound that was unintelligible. Mom looked scared when she heard me and exclaimed, "What did he do to you?!" I managed to point to my throat and croak a single word, "Cock." She groaned and stood up. She looked like she was going to cry. She squeezed my hand and said, "I'll be right back." She was back in five minutes with a cup of hot tea. The first few swallows hurt like hell but I realized that it was helping. I felt my throat relaxing and the pain easing. By the time I finished the cup of tea I was capable of a raspy approximation of speech. I sipped the hot tea and we sat together in silence. I couldn't talk and I guess there was nothing that my mother could say. She didn't seem upset, just sad. I was upset. This was her fantasy, not mine. Sean should be tormenting her. But then I guess that was why it was so much more fun for him to torment me. He knew that I hated it so much. I finished my tea and she offered to get me another. I declined. I just wanted to sleep and hope that when I woke up in the morning I would feel better. She took the cup and left the room. I got up and undressed and went to bed. I tried not to think about all of this stuff. But my mind had its own agenda. Before I went to sleep I thought about the movies that we had watched today and the things that my grandmother had been subjected to. Many of them had been much worse, much more painful than what Sean had just done to me. But she had enjoyed what they did to her! Well, maybe that isn't the right way to put it. She had suffered a great deal of pain during some of the things that they did to her. But she had also had several orgasms and when it was over she had been happy and smiling. I realized that my mother was like that. She got turned on by sexual abuse and torment. I couldn't help feeling sorry for her. But I wasn't sure if that was because she was so warped or because she was so warped and married to the least kinky man in the world. Unfortunately, I went to sleep thinking about those things and I dreamt about those movies. Except in my dreams I was the woman being tied up and tortured for their sexual pleasure. My mother might have enjoyed those dreams. They were nightmares for me. I woke up Sunday morning and took a quick shower. I didn't try to talk until I was back in my room. I was afraid to. I was aware of a slight discomfort when I swallowed, but nothing like what I had experienced last night. I closed my door and took my robe off. I went to my dresser to get out some underwear and a pair of shorts to wear today. But before I did I stared at myself in my mirror and finally tried to speak. There was some minor pain and I sounded a little raspy. I was surprised though. It really wasn't that bad. I was relieved that I could talk and swallow normally. But I was worried about what that asshole had planned for me on Monday. He had told me that I would have to do it again on Monday. I was forced once more to consider whether I wouldn't be better off if I contacted the police and admitted my part in the hit and run accident last year. The problem with that was I would also be forced to turn my two friends in. I probably could have told them about Tina. But I couldn't do that to my best friend Gail. She had been just as much an innocent bystander as I had in all this. I would have to find some other way out of this. Sunday was a day of rest. Dad spent the day watching sports. Brad showed me how to copy the tapes onto DVD and he went off to be with his friends. I grinned to myself as I imagined the conversation when they got together after our orgy on Friday. I doubt if they would be talking about sports today. I went into Brad's room every few hours and checked on the DVDs. I watched a few minutes of the tapes every now and then to make sure that they were playing alright. I saw some pretty shocking behavior. I had been pretty close to my grandparents before they sold their home and moved into the condo, or at least I thought that I had. I think now that I didn't know them at all. It was amazing to me that they were the kind of people that did those things that I was witnessing and I didn't have a clue. But then, neither did my mother. At least she had no clue beyond those magazines she had found. But she had just assumed that those had been her dad's secret stash. She had no idea that her mother was such a freak. Sean left us alone on Sunday except that he called me on my cell phone just after lunch. I was lying in bed reading and he ordered me to take my clothes off and stay naked until I had to go down for supper. I had gotten so used to the idea that he might be watching me at any time through my window that I wasn't even bothered by it. I undressed and got back in bed and quickly forgot all about him. I couldn't see into his window in the afternoon because of the glare. So I wasn't aware that there were half a dozen boys from my school sitting in the room across the way watching me undress and lay around in the nude. I wouldn't find out until tomorrow afternoon. I got dressed when it was time to go down and help my mother with dinner. She had checked on me a couple of times during the day and seemed relieved that I was doing better after the trauma of yesterday evening. Neither of us talked about tomorrow. There wasn't much that we could say. We were both afraid. I knew that in that secret, warped place inside of her my mother was also looking forward to it. But I wasn't. For me it was all dread. The next morning, after dad left for work, mom, Brad and I sat at the kitchen table. Brad told us about yesterday. Larry and Gordy had only been able to talk about one thing all day long. They bugged Brad constantly about setting up another orgy. He promised that he would but said that he couldn't tell them when yet. He would have to check with us. We didn't mind. But first we would have to survive whatever Sean had in mind for us today and find out what he had scheduled for later. Our time was not our own. Brad had been invited to join in the fun and games today. Or at least he had been invited over to watch. We tried to talk him out of it. Mom and I were both afraid that it was going to be rough and he might try to do something stupid and get hurt or make things worse for us. But he was afraid for us and thought that if he was there Sean might think twice before getting carried away. We couldn't talk him out of going so at the appointed time the three of us stood at Sean's back gate and waited to be admitted. Sean actually seemed glad that Brad was with us. He let us in and closed the gate behind us. He had called us earlier and ordered my mother and me to wear our new slutty bathing suits under a matching pair of micro miniskirts and sheer blouses and those painful slut shoes with the leather straps around our calves. I thought that we looked like caricatures of male fantasies and not really sexy at all. But Sean was satisfied. We were offered seats at the table and Sean even offered us drinks. In fact, he insisted. We all asked for soft drinks and he went into the house and came back and served us. Then he sat with us while we sipped our drinks. While we were sitting there Sean pulled a paper out of his pocket and then asked me if I knew any of the boys who were listed on it. I took the paper and saw the names of six boys from my class last year. I knew all of them. I had been going to school with most of them since kindergarten. I nodded my head and then remembered in time. "Yes master. I know them all." He smiled and said, "They were visiting me yesterday. In fact, they were in my spare bedroom yesterday afternoon for a couple of hours. That's the room that looks out on your bedroom. They had a very pleasant time but I'm afraid that they got very horny. But we are going to take care of that later this afternoon. After the party is over they are coming back over so that you and your mother can entertain them. I had felt the blood drain from my face and a cold chill wash over me when he told me that they had watched me undress and lie on my bed in the nude yesterday for their entertainment. I knew all of those boys! I shuddered at the realization that my life at school was going to be hell from now on. By the time the next school year started in the fall, half of the kids in town would know about it. And watching me was just the prelude to what was going to happen this afternoon. From this day forward I was going to be the school slut. Sean asked me about my throat and I told him that it was still sore. He asked me if I could do it again and I replied honestly that I didn't know. He stood up and pulled his trunks down and said, "We might as well find out. I don't want you embarrassing me later." I reluctantly stood and dropped my seat cushion at his feet. I knelt and stared down at his soft cock with considerably more fear than I had viewed it in the past. I received no orders so I leaned down and began to lick his balls and then, as it hardened, his long, fat shaft. When it was erect I placed my lips around the crown and began working them down, a little further with each stroke. I was still trying to force the head of his cock into my throat when Sean turned to my mother and ordered her to go open the gate. She tore her eyes away from what I was doing and glanced at the monitor. She got up and hurried to the gate and let in the two men with the cameras who had been here for my very first rape. They came over and watched me struggling to swallow Sean's cock. They made a few derogatory comments and offered to let me warm up on their smaller cocks. Sean laughed and said, "She can do it. I guess she just needs a little help to get started." As he said that his hands gripped my head and he pulled my face down violently into his lap while thrusting up with his hips. It was painful, but it worked. I found myself with his fat cock once more buried in my throat. It hurt like hell but not as bad as it had on Saturday night. And he didn't make me do it for long. He had to force it into my throat twice more but after that I was able to do it on my own. The pain was excruciating. But I could do it. He pushed me away after I had managed it on my own a few times. I wiped the tears from my eyes and I saw the mixed emotions on my mother's face. She obviously felt bad that I was being so mistreated. But I couldn't help but see that she was aroused. I sighed and tried to remind myself that it wasn't her fault. I was surprised that Brad hadn't said or done anything. I looked over at him and I saw the tortured expression on his face. But there was something else too. I couldn't figure it out until Sean said, "Don't count on much help from your little brother today, Lisa. I put a muscle relaxant in his drink. He is awake and aware but he won't be able to move until late this afternoon. All he can do is sit back and watch the show. But before we get started I want to get some special shots. I want to make sure that he doesn't get any funny ideas later and start making trouble." He turned to his cameramen and said, "You guys get set up and when you are ready I want to get something on film. I don't want it going out though. Let me know when you are ready." They unpacked their cameras and plugged in the cables just like the first time. They turned the cameras on and adjusted them and said, "Okay Sean, we're ready to roll." Sean smiled and said, "Okay, get this on film." He turned to my mother and me and said, "You bitches get up and undress Brad. I want him naked." I had a bad feeling about this and so did Brad. I saw the concern in his eyes. Mom and I got up and went to him. We worked together to remove his clothing. I hated doing this. I was afraid for Brad and I wanted to protect him, not assist in whatever evil plan Sean had for him. But it always came down to the same thing. We had no choice. We struggled to get his shorts and his underwear off and removed his sandals with them. When he was naked we stepped back and the cameramen came in for a close-up. Sean ordered me to suck Brad's cock and once I had begun and they had gotten some close-ups of that mom was ordered to hold his hand between her legs so that it looked like he was fingering her. When he was satisfied, Sean stepped up and forced Brad's mouth open with his fingers. Then he forced the head of his cock into Brad's mouth and ordered the cameramen to get a lot of pictures, omitting only Sean's face. While they were filming him, Sean began to saw the first couple of inches of his cock in and out of Brad's mouth. He waited until they had gotten it all on film and then he said, "Well Brad. Looks like you're my bitch now too. Unless you want those pictures circulating around the school that is. Remember this the next time you threaten me you little shit. You're lucky I'm not into boys. Because you'd really hate it if I threw you over that table and shoved my fat cock up your cute little ass. But then, you never know what will happen. There are going to be a lot of men dropping by here today. It might happen yet." Sean pulled his cock out of Brad's mouth and even though his muscles were impaired the despair on his face was apparent. Sean laughed when he saw my concern and said, "You have a lot more than your brother's reputation to worry about today cunt. But you might want to remember that his life is in my hands now when things get a little rough later on." They turned the cameras off and Sean offered the cameramen the use of his two cunts before the action got started. He stipulated that they would have to use our mouths. He didn't want us getting messed up before the party started. We soon found ourselves kneeling in front of the camera men. I was forced to practice my deep throat skills on the slightly smaller and thinner cock that I was ordered to service. It was still painful but not as bad as it had been with Sean's fat dick. My mother watched me for a moment before she was forced to learn how to perform that same service on the other camera man. She struggled nearly as much as I had saturday night, but the man she was forced to allow to fuck her face didn't seem to mind at all. He ignored her struggles and forced his cock into her throat and soon he was fucking her throat just like the other man was doing to me. The cameramen came in our throats and then joined Sean at the patio table. Sean ordered us to go inside and rinse our mouths out and then the three of them sat around and ignored us. It was probably only ten or fifteen minutes before men started arriving. There were seven of them. They were all cut from the same cloth. They were in their late forties or early fifties and they were all sleazy. They were overweight to various degrees and they were greasy looking. They were also loud and crude and cruel. Sean introduced us to them as his newest sluts and pointed out my helpless brother. Throughout the afternoon I would see several of them torment him in ways that were too disgusting to talk about. But my mother and I had more immediate problems. Our own day of torment was at hand. As soon as the seven men had been told our names and our relationship we were thrown to the wolves. They manhandled us roughly, kissing and groping and shoving and joking with each other as they enjoyed their complete control over us. We weren't given their names. But I overheard many of the conversations over the next few hours and I learned that these were the executives of the adult businesses that would be handling our movie careers and our careers in the sex show business. My mother and I were going to be forced to entertain groups of men, putting on sex shows and then putting out for the customers. We would also be forced to dance in clubs during the day in an attempt to increase the daytime business. We were basically being turned into porn stars and prostitutes. But I didn't hear all of their plans. My mother and I were soon being stripped and raped over and over in the most brutal fashion. From time to time we were forced to clean each other before the rapes started again. We both lost our last cherries that day. Our asses were raped over and over. Once the men were sexually satisfied they started posing us in sexual tableaus. We were photographed in all sorts of disgusting and painful positions. They began a competition to see how many cocks they could force into us at one time. There were several instances where I had a cock in my ass, my pussy, in each of my hands and two men forced their cocks into my mouth. They seemed to get a big kick out of it though they were only semi hard and apparently through cumming in us for the day. They did the same thing to my mother and I was unable to control my disgust when she achieved orgasm several times. The men finally finished with us and sat around and relaxed for a little while and sipped on beer and talked business. During this time, after we had cleaned up, we were passed from lap to lap and forced to listen to our future of sexual abuse and humiliation being discussed. The men finally left. It was a little after one in the afternoon. Mom and I were ordered to shower and put our skirts and blouses and heels back on. When we had obeyed the second act of the afternoon began. We were sitting at the table waiting. I knew that there was more to come. We had not been sent home, but a worse sign was that the cameramen were still here and still had their cameras on and ready to record. I saw movement at the gate in the monitor and Sean sent me to open the gate. He ordered me to smile and be friendly, but I was certain that wasn't going to happen. I had recognized the kids from my school on the monitor. I opened the gate and there were the six kids that had been watching me naked in my room yesterday and four more as well. I knew them all. I knew them well. I had never been so embarrassed in my life and I don't think that I ever would be again. My friends were standing there in silence and staring at my breasts which were on display through the sheer blouse I had on. But worst of all was that one of the boys was the boy I had a crush on. The boy that I fantasized about when I lay in bed and dreamed about being loved. It was Casey. Our eyes met and I saw him staring at me in disbelief. I couldn't smile but I managed not to cry as I pulled the gate all the way open and stood back to admit them. They entered one at a time, each moving past me slowly, taking time to stare at my breasts as they did. I closed the gate when they were all inside. Casey had stopped and was waiting for me. When I turned around he whispered, "I don't understand." I felt my eyes tearing up and I wiped them away with my arms. I glanced at Sean and I saw how much he was enjoying this. The cameras were rolling and I was about to be raped by more than half of the boys in my class. I looked back at Casey and whispered, "I don't have a choice." I saw that he could hear the anguish and the desperation in my voice. He was disturbed and he said, "I don't want to be a part of this. I'm leaving." I grabbed his hand and said, "NO! No, you can't Casey. He can't know I said anything. He will just make it worse. He's a monster." I saw the indecision on his face and I said, "It's okay Casey. I'd rather it be with you than anyone else. I'm sorry you have to see me like this. But my life is over now anyway. I have been raped all morning and I'm going to be raped all afternoon. At least when it is you it will be with someone I have dreamed about." I was embarrassed that I had said so much. I blushed and said, "I mean…" I hesitated and finally I realized it didn't matter. I said, "I have had a crush on you for a long time Casey. I'm sorry that it is going to end like this." The concern on his face was touching. He said, "I have had a crush on you too. Why does it have to end now that I know that you like me too?" I laughed wryly. I shook my head and said, "Casey, I don't even like me anymore. You can't possibly want anything to do with a girl that has done what I have done in the last week. And you wouldn't believe what he has planned for me. I don't think I'm going to survive this." He said, "Leave! Leave right now with me." I looked down and said, "I can't Casey. He's blackmailing me. He's blackmailing all three of us now. I'm not here because I want to be." Sean was enjoying my suffering. He had read my emails and he knew that I had a crush on Casey. But he was getting impatient and he called me over to join him and the other nine boys, some of whom were already undressing my mother and exploring her body. I lost track of Casey but he wasn't among the throng of my classmates who surrounded me and began to grope me roughly before quickly removing my two articles of clothing. I was soon on my hands and knees in the grass beside my mother and both of us were raped by the boys who had lined up at either end to wait their turns impatiently. They had each vented their lust on us. They were horny sixteen year old boys and most of them were probably virgins. It hadn't taken long but unfortunately they were recovering quickly. I was soon the object of the line that had already fucked my mother and the boys that had raped me were now lined up to enjoy my mother's charms. I knelt there mindlessly servicing two boys at a time. I wasn't thinking about them though. It was humiliating and degrading. But I was concerned about my new career as a porn star and a prostitute. My life was indeed over. I couldn't go back to school now. Not after this. And no boy in their right mind would every see me as anything but a piece of ass now. I was crying quietly as I sucked the cocks that were forced into my mouth. Although I was getting sore I was ignoring the cocks in my pussy. They needed nothing but a warm orifice to jerk off with. I wasn't even a person to them now. I was just wondering if Casey had fucked me yet when there was a commotion at the gate. I couldn't see what was going on because of the boys surrounding me and the tears in my eyes. There was some shouting and a lot of confusion and suddenly I was being pulled to my feet and wrapped in a blanket by a woman in a police uniform. I saw Sean and the cameramen being roughly thrown up against a wall and handcuffed. Sean was shouting threats but he was ignored and roughly taken away by two large cops. I was allowed to sit on the diving board and rest and collect my thoughts for a few minutes. While I was sitting there crying someone sat beside me and put his arm around me. I tried to pull away until I heard Casey say, "Lisa, it's going to be okay." I looked at him through my tears and I wished he was right. But I knew he wasn't. This mess I was in couldn't be fixed. My life was over. They transported my mother and my brother and me to the emergency room. Brad was starting to come around but they kept him under observation for a while. Apparently the drug that he had been given was intended for animals. But Brad recovered quickly and by the time they finished with the rape kits for my mother and me, he was just a little woozy. We were given hospital gowns to wear at first. After the nurse collected all of the bodily fluids from our bodies we were given some of our clothes to wear. My father had brought them at the request of the police. Once we were allowed to shower and dress, my mother and I both insisted that we didn't need any medical care. They took blood to test us for diseases and told us that we would have to be tested regularly for a while. Some of the more serious diseases that we might have been exposed to wouldn't show up right away. We were taken to the police station when we refused further medical treatment and all three of us were questioned until late in the night. We were allowed to go home but we were to return in the morning for more questions. I found out that Casey had asked to use Sean's bathroom before the party started and he locked himself in there and called is father, the Chief of Police. He told his dad what was going on but it took almost an hour for a team to be assembled and drive to Sean's house. In that time those nine remaining teenagers had each had time to get their rocks off once and line up for a second turn. That night, after we got home, my dad wouldn't talk to anyone. He asked if we were alright and then he went into the den and stayed there until it was time for him to go to work in the morning. We had a quick breakfast in the morning but we didn't have much to say to each other either. I was surprised to find that there was nothing in the morning paper about us. It was a sensational story and a lot of people knew about it. I couldn't believe it wasn't spread all over the front page. It turns out that the police had gone to extraordinary lengths to keep it quiet. Sean was facing a list of charges a mile long. So were the two cameramen. They had also picked up the seven sleazy old men that had spent the morning raping us and they were all under arrest of a long laundry list of charges. The pictures of what happened were broadcast on the internet, but only to paying customers who were being tracked down and hopefully scared into silence. I suppose that it is inevitable that some of those pictures are going to show up though. My classmates were assigned attorneys and with my mother and me agreeing to the terms they were released to their parents with the understanding that if what happened became public they would all be picked up and charged with rape, except for Casey of course. He had stayed in the bathroom until the police had arrived. Sean and his seven business partners have been put out of business. Their assets have been seized, including all copies of the video record of the rapes of my mother and me. It appears that they are going to plead guilty and accept plea deals which will hopefully preserve our identities. It seems to me like far too many people are going to have to keep their mouths shut. I'll have to see it to believe it. And even if they are quiet about what happened to me, when school starts back in the fall I am going to have to be in a room with nine boys who have raped me. I am going to have to interact with them for five days a week. I am not sure how I am going to handle that. Gail and Tina were picked up. The prosecutor discussed the case with the woman that Tina hit. She freely admitted that she had been on her cell phone and had walked right out in front of the car and she was glad that we had been finally caught but she had no desire to ruin our lives. Tina was tried as a juvenile for taking the car and leaving the scene of an accident but she was put on probation since she had never been in trouble before and the records were sealed. They were to be expunged as long as she didn't reoffend before she turned eighteen. She had to perform community service but she already volunteered to work as a candy striper at the hospital so they counted that as her community service. The prosecutor declined to prosecute Gail and me. He said that I had been punished enough and a trial would serve no purpose. I was afraid that Tina and Gail would be furious with me but it turned out that they were glad it had come out. They were glad it was over and they could put it behind them. Mom was forced to take parenting classes and she did well. But she didn't change. She still has her fantasies and they did nothing about that. Brad and I don't mind though. We are still closer to her than we were before and we still love her. One of the stranger things that resulted in this was that dad didn't leave us. In fact, within a few days he acted like none of this had ever happened. That probably wasn't hard since we hardly interacted to start with. He would go to work, come home and eat and go watch TV and read the paper, just like always. He never spoke of it again. He went back to sleeping with my mother but as she dolefully pointed out later, he still had no clue how to treat a submissive slut. Besides the fact that Sean and his partners were brought to justice, two good things did come from this. I now had a great relationship with my mother and my brother. But the thing that really shocked me was that not long after the dust settled I was sitting in the park down the street from my house and watching a baseball game when someone sat down beside me. I looked up to see Casey. He sat down and acted as if he didn't realize I was here. I blushed furiously. I hadn't seen him since that day and I dreaded the look that I expected to see on his face when I finally ran into him. Now the time was here. He ignored me for a few minutes and watched the game. Then, without turning to look at me he calmly asked, "So you have a crush on me huh?" I covered my face in my hands and started crying. I knew that I never had a chance with him now. Not after what he knew about me and about what I had done. So I was a little shocked when he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. I looked up at him and I couldn't believe it. I saw concern, not revulsion or disgust. I looked at him and sobbed, "I don't understand." I didn't. How could he feel anything for me after what he knew?! He put his other arm around me and held me close and said, "I know you went through a lot Lisa. I also know that it wasn't your fault. I saw your face that day. I saw how much you hated what they were doing to you. And when you told me that you had a crush on me it blew me away. I have been dying to ask you out since, god, it's been a year since I started falling for you. But you were so pretty and so smart and so popular that I figured you wouldn't even know I exist." I continued to stare into his eyes. I finally said, "But now, after what you know, how can you stand to even sit beside me. Casey, I can't even stand to think about what I've done. And think of what it will be like when school starts again. Oh god. That is all I can think about. All those boys that…" I couldn't finish that thought. Casey continued to hold me close. It felt nice. I finally stopped crying but I was still not sure what was going on. He asked, "Is it okay if I hold you? I have wanted to do this for so long." I answered breathlessly, "Oh yes!" Then I said, "But Casey, you know what I've done." He smiled and said, "I know what was done to you. I don't care. And I have a confession. Since that day I saw you in that blouse I have dreamt about what I saw almost every night. Does that make you mad?" I asked in a breathless whisper, "You dream about me?" He blushed and admitted, "Yeah, but you might not like the dreams I'm having." I think I surprised us both when I chuckled and responded, "You might be surprised what I like Casey." And then he kissed me! I was stunned at first but I brought my arms up and put them around his neck and kissed him the way that I had dreamed about doing for so long. We kissed for a long time before I pulled back and looked at his face. I just didn't understand. I saw honest affection there. I thought I knew boys pretty well by this time. Boys enjoyed taking advantage of girls like me. They didn't like them. They didn't love them. I buried my face in his shirt and said, "Casey, we need to talk. I don't understand this. I don't understand how you can still want me." We did talk. We spent the rest of the day talking. I started to get to know the real Casey and he was even more wonderful than I thought he was. He really wasn't bothered by what I had done, or had done to me. He admitted that some of it even turned him on and he felt bad about that. So I felt safe admitting that some of it had turned me on too. He wanted to ask me out. He did ask me out. I wanted to jump all over him but first I thought that it was important that he know the entire story, even the parts that were still a secret. I called my mom and told her that I was going out for a hamburger with Casey and I would be a little late coming home. She didn't even sound surprised. She wished me well and told me to have fun. We walked up to the main road and went to a burger place. We got some food and sat outside where we could talk. I told him that he didn't know everything yet and before I could go out with him I thought that he needed to know the rest of the story. He insisted that he didn't care but I thought that he might once he heard me out. So we ate a quiet meal and I tried to marshal my thoughts. When our meal had been consumed I smiled and said, "So you really liked my blouse that day?" He laughed and said, "I loved what was under it." I said, "Really? You really think that I have nice tits?" He blushed but replied, No, I don't think that you have nice tits. I recognize that you have nice tits. It's a matter of fact, not an opinion." I thought that was well put. I asked, "And it doesn't bother you that so many guys have seen them?" He looked at me and I could see that he was afraid that if he was honest about what he was thinking then I would be upset. I thought the best way to dispel that myth would be by being honest. I said, "Casey, you don't know everything yet. I didn't just have sex with those men and with the nine kids that came to Sean's house that day. He made me have sex with my brother. He did it to punish me. The problem was that I liked it. I liked it and I'm still doing it. I love my brother. Not like a boyfriend or a lover or something. But I love him and I enjoy having sex with him. We are still doing it." I expected that that little confession would be the straw that put an end to any of Casey's romantic notions about me. So I was a little surprised to see that he was fascinated and he started asking for details. I also noticed that his jeans were becoming uncomfortably tight. This was turning him on! I had one last confession to make. I thought that I had best strike while he was aroused and might find it titillating as well. I took a deep breath and said, "One last confession and then you'll know everything about me. Sean also made me have sex with Brad's two best friends, Larry and Gordy. And about once every week or two my mother and I invite them over for a little party during the day. If you still want to go out with me now I would love to. And I will give you my word that from now on I won't have sex with any of them." He reached out and held my hand for a moment. Then he guided it to the bulge in his jeans and asked, "I don't suppose I would be welcome at one of these parties?" He just kept surprising me! I wrapped my hand around the impressive bulge in his pants and smiled. He saw the confusion in my face and he said, "I think that we have more in common than you realize. During the summer I make a little extra money by helping out with filing and paperwork at the police station. When I had some time alone I made a copy of the report about your case and all of the statements that were in it. I felt sorry for the things that happened to you Lisa. But Jesus! Some of that shit turned me on so much. I wouldn't wish you any harm. And I am embarrassed to admit it, but I would have loved to have been able to get copies of the movies they made of you. Reading about those things turned me on so much. So now you have a reason to hate me." I smiled and said, "No shit?! You got turned on?!" He blushed and nodded. I slid closer on the bench and put my arms around his neck and whispered, "When I get you alone I am going to fuck you to death!" Once I realized that he was not the typical teenage boy I filled in some of the details. I told him about my mother's fantasies and how we had begun to play around with them at our little parties with Larry and Gordy. I told him about our new DVD collection. Brad had finished putting the tapes of our grandparents on disk. Many of the later ones were in color and of a pretty high quality. They were pretty damned hot once you got used to that kind of entertainment. My father was home and I couldn't take Casey back to my room, though I wanted to desperately. So instead we went back to the park and found a private little clump of trees and shrubs and I showed him some of the tricks that Sean had taught me. I swallowed his huge load of cum and invited him to my house as early as he could get there tomorrow. He said that he could be there right after my dad left for work and I told him to come to my room and wake me up. I promised him that it would be okay with my mom. He walked me home then. We took our time and held hands and I was so happy that I had to fight to hold back the tears. We kissed at the end of my driveway and he left. I went in the house and pulled my mother aside and tried to control my excitement as I told her that Casey was coming over in the morning and I wanted him to wake me up. She hugged me and smiled and said, "Oh Lisa! I'm so happy for you. He seems like such a nice boy." I looked at her and asked, "When did you meet him?" She smiled and said, "He came to the house yesterday while you were at the park. He was asking for you. We talked for an hour before he went to find you. I really liked him." I said, "That's good, because I'm going to tell Brad to set up a party for tomorrow. Casey is invited." Her smile was all the response I needed. I went upstairs and went down to Brad's room. He was watching one of the DVDs he had just made. I stood in his door and said, "It's okay if you get turned on by that I guess. But don't turn into your mother." He smiled and said, "That isn't something you have to worry about. But this beats anything that's on television right now." I stepped in and looked at what he was watching. Our grandmother was tied to a bench with two large black men fucking her violently. I started taking my clothes off and asked, "Could you use a little hand with that little lump in your pants?" He laughed and said, "What do you mean little?! And I would prefer a little mouth to a little hand if you don't mind." When I was naked I helped him pull his pants down and I lay down between his legs and started teasing his cock and balls with my tongue. While I was doing that I told him about Casey and asked him if he would invite Larry and Gordy over tomorrow. He looked at me and said, "Are you sure he can handle that Lisa? It sounds like fun to me and I know Larry and Gordy are always ready. But you have the real hots for Casey. Aren't you afraid of blowing it?" I shrugged and said, "If he can't handle it I need to find out now. I think I could really love him if he gave me the chance. And after talking with him I think he could love me. But I'm not going to change for him. He knows about us, you and me. And he knows about mom and Larry and Gordy. If he comes here tomorrow and still wants to be with me when the day is done then I think I've found the right guy for me. That is a gamble worth taking. I sure as hell don't want to end up like mom, married to a man like dad." I started to pay more attention then to giving my brother a nice, sexy blowjob. He leaned back and closed his eyes and soon he was filling my mouth with a nice hot load. I swallowed it easily and then I rested my head on his belly and held his cock in my mouth. After a moment he pulled me up beside him and hugged me tight. He kissed me and said, "I hope this works out for you tomorrow. I know how much you like Casey. I'll call the guys and invite them over tomorrow. Is it okay if I spend the night with you tonight?" I kissed him and said, "Not tonight. I invited Casey over to wake me up in the morning. I told him about us and it turned him on. But I want to be alone with him in the morning. Is that okay?" He smiled and said, "You are the one going to bed horny sweetheart." I said, "Thanks for understanding. I'll make it up to you. You know I love sleeping with you." He said, "I know. Don't worry about me. I'm happy for you." I kissed him again and grabbed my clothes and returned to my room. I took a shower and went to bed early that night. But it was a long time before I got to sleep. I lay in the dark for hours thinking about tomorrow. Brad had been right about one thing. I was so horny I almost went back into Brad's room and raped him. I didn't though. I stayed in my bed and thought about tomorrow morning and imagined what it would be like to be able to please the boy that I had dreamed about for over a year. I wanted him to love me because I was pretty sure that I loved him. But I had learned a lesson from my mother's marriage. I was not about to repeat her mistakes. I don't know what time I finally went to sleep. I only remember waking up to find Casey sitting nervously on the side of my bed and looking down at me. I smiled and said, "Good morning Casey. Did you have any trouble finding my room?" He grinned and said, "This is the weirdest situation that I have ever been in! Your mother opened the door and let me in. I never said a word. She took my hand and pulled me up the stairs and brought me to your room. She opened your door, kissed my cheek and said, 'You two have fun,' and then she pushed me in and left. I have never had a girl's mother escort me to her daughter's room so that I could make love to her before." I smiled and reached out and held his hand and said, "We are going to make love? I like the sound of that." I sat up and let the sheet fall away, exposing my breasts. He looked at them with a look of awe on his face that made me feel so good. I brought his hand closer and let it rest on my left tit and then I rested my hand in his lap. He explored my tits with a gentle, sensuous touch for a few minutes before he said, "They are beautiful Lisa! They're perfect! God! You are so fucking hot!" I smiled at him. His words were making me feel as hot as he thought I looked. I gently pulled his hand away and got out of bed. He stared at my naked body until I pulled him to his feet and started undressing him. He wasn't wearing much and it didn't take long. As soon as he was naked I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my body against his and I know it was all in my mind but it felt so different. It was Casey! I was finally making love to Casey! I wanted to scream it out loud. We fell back onto my bed and for the longest time we kissed and touched and held each other. I had enjoyed this before. I enjoyed it with Brad and with Larry and Gordy. But not like this. This wasn't just my body enjoying being touched. My heart was involved this time. As much as I had enjoyed having sex with Brad and his friends it couldn't compare to this. I couldn't believe it myself. We made love for hours before we finally collapsed in each other's arms and just lay together and exchanged loving little kisses. We were exhausted. But we were happy. I suddenly remembered the party I had set up and I asked, "Have you changed your mind about that little party? Larry and Gordy are coming over after lunch. Do you still think you can handle seeing me getting fucked by someone else?" He asked, "Does that bother you? Does it upset you that I'm excited by the idea of watching other guys touch you and fuck you? I know it is kind of weird." I smiled and said, "If you weren't excited by it we wouldn't have much of a future. I have learned that I don't ever want to end up in a marriage like my mother did, married to a man who doesn't care much for sex and doesn't have a clue about what turns me on. I know we are too young to get married. But I'm not too young to start looking. And I like the way you look Casey." He kissed me and replied, "I kind of like the way you look too Lisa." I started covering his sweet face with kisses and then I said, "You know Casey, there is one other hardship that you will have to overcome if we are going to be a couple. You will probably have to fuck my mom." He laughed and replied, "I have met your mom. It won't be a hardship." The End To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you. Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 57