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Comments encouraged; flames deleted. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com Crawford Industries, Part 3 by Crystal Camry Emily Treville was furiously manipulating a spreadsheet on her PC. It was late Monday afternoon, and she was trying to get a reasonable five year plan started for a spin-off company of Crawford Industries. Robert would then take it and work his magic on the numbers. A young man was suddenly standing in front of her desk and it made her jump slightly. "Oh, sorry to startle you like that," the handsome young man said. Holding her hand delicately over her heart to calm herself, Emily smiled. "That's quite alright. I just didn't hear you walk up. Can I help you?" "I'm Trent Dawson. If Mr. Crawford is around, I'd like to speak with him." He switched his attach‚ case nervously from hand to hand. She raised her perfectly sculpted eyebrows and asked, "What is it concerning?" He shrugged. "A job, I hope." She thought he was cute, but his slight build didn't really do much for her. He looked younger than he probably was. "But you don't have an appointment, do you?" Emily made all of Robert's appointments, but he occasionally arranged things without telling her. Trent shook his head. "I was hoping Mr. Crawford might have a moment of free time this morning." Emily stood up and went to Robert's office door. "Wait here, Mr. Dawson." Trent ogled the receptionist's incredible body. The black beauty was wearing a short beige wrap-around skirt and a filmy cream blouse. He noticed her matching beige jacket was draped over the back of her chair. Emily stood in front of Robert's desk. He was on the phone, listening intently. She put her hands on the desk and leaned in. That got his attention and he begged a pause to the party on the other end of the line. "What is it, Emily?" "A Mr. Trent Dawson is here. He's looking for work. I normally wouldn't bother you, but this kid is... well, he's kind of cute and I thought I'd give him a shot." Robert smiled. "Make him sweat for a while. I'll call him in after about an hour. We'll see how serious he is." Emily nodded and left the room quietly. "Okay, Trent," she announced. "Mr. Crawford will see you today, but he's on a conference call right now, so you'll have to wait. It may be quite a while." She guided him to a chair across from her desk. "Can I get you a coffee or anything?" He had been nervously looking at the floor, but when his eyes rose, they only got as far as Emily's generous chest. He was fixated there for a moment. Then his eyes flashed back to the floor. "No thanks. I'm fine." "I'm Emily Treville, by the way. I'll put my jacket on if it will make you feel more comfortable." By saying that, she was making Trent a little more nervous on purpose. After all, Robert wanted him to sweat. "I... I don't know what you mean." Emily giggled. "It's okay. I saw you staring." She went to retrieve her jacket from the back of her chair. "I'll take it as a compliment." Trent just gulped. This was one strong woman. Nothing seemed to faze her. Colette couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day. It was not so much that she couldn't keep the specific images of Jasmine out of her mind, although that was certainly true. It was more that she now realized how overwhelming her own sexual urges were. She had always been a little horny, staring guys up and down, thinking about kinky things. But now she was acting on them. She had succumbed to the sexual advances of her younger brotherțand now to the unexpected enticement of her best friend. Her pussy remained moist, and the best she could do during the economics lecture was cross and uncross her denim clad legs. She kept looking down at the seam under her fly to check for a stain. Finally her last class wrapped up and she almost sprinted for her car. One rather appealing young man, who looked eager to talk to her, would have to wait until the next economics lab, later that week. She drove straight over to the high school. Wendy was waiting where she normally did, although most often Anne drove her two youngest daughters to school. Colette cursed the fact that it had been her mother's shopping day. She would have to wait that much longer to get home and diddle. "Hi," Wendy said as she climbed in. Colette started to pull away from the curb when she heard her name and saw Peter running toward the car. She waited. He climbed into the backseat and panted out a hello. "Thanks for waiting." She smiled at him in the rearview mirror as he caught his breath. "Are you out of shape?" "Yeah," Wendy piped up, "how come you're breathing so hard?" He exhaled, whistling softly. "No... I'm not out of shape." "Well, I guess you can work out on Colette when you get home," Wendy said sullenly. Whenever she was alone with them, she used the opportunity to remind them that she knew their secret. "Shut up Wendy!" Peter said, still puffing. Colette just winked at Peter in the mirror. Wendy made a gagging sound. "God, you guys make me sick." Colette put a comforting hand on Wendy's thigh. "I don't know how you can resist him... he's such a hunk." Peter reached over Wendy's seatback and clamped his hands firmly onto her tits, giving them a vigorous squeeze. She squealed and struggled to get away. "Fuck off, Peter. You're such a psycho." He laughed. "Just checking out what I'm missing." Colette shook her head with a smile. "We'll convince you someday, Wendy." Still wary of Peter's roaming hands, she muttered, "Yeah, when pigs fucking fly." She gave her brother a warning glare and settled back into her seat. But she still felt the heat of his hands on her breasts, and that heat spread unfettered to her loins. She willed the feeling to stop. Emily ushered Trent Dawson into Robert's office after watching him sit nervously for almost two hours. It was after five. She had expected to work late anyway, but had further resolved to remain until Trent had safely secured his interview, no matter how long it took. He was so cute. Robert grilled Trent for a full hour on the finer points of business and marketing. Although nervous, he passed with flying colours. When Robert called Emily back in, he was smiling. "Get Trent set up with a Human Resources appointment in the morning. We'll give him a shot in the telemarketing division. Walter's looking for an assistant now that Colette's back in school." Robert shook Trent's hand and returned to the paperwork on his desk. Emily led Trent out. In the outer office, she smiled warmly. "Congratulations." "Uh... thanks." Trent shuffled on his feet nervously. Peter and Colette secluded themselves in his bedroom. She was stretched out sensuously on the bed, head propped up on one hand so her long blonde hair flowed down and pooled graciously on the bedspread. Peter was slumped in his desk chair, idly switching channels on the TV. He somehow felt uncomfortable knowing that Colette probably wanted to have sex with him. He thought it was best to let her initiate it this time. She did. "Peter, have you fucked Sarah in the ass yet?" He shook his head. "Nah, we haven't seen much of each other lately." His cock hardened as he thought about it. "Well hurry up and do it. I want you to know what you're doing when I let you do it to me for the first time." His eyebrows flew up and she giggled at his reaction. "Come on, Peter, you know I want to let you do anything you want. I mean, look at that day in the washroom. I've never peed with a guy like that before. You wanted me to so I did it." Then she laughed. "What a mess. Next time we'll do it in the bathtub, or outside or something." "Shit!" he exclaimed, a little at a loss for words. "That too if you want," she quipped, grinning evilly. Peter grinned back and said, "Imagine if Wendy knew about the way we talk!" Colette laughed. "She'd have a heart attack!" Suddenly Peter turned serious. "Do you fuck other guys?" She looked at her brother and wondered what he was getting at. Could he actually be jealous? "Why, Peter?" He shrugged. He wanted to imagine another guy dipping into his beautiful sister. Lately he'd been reflecting more and more on how Albert's cock had looked and tasted, and imagining it sliding into the moist folds of Colette's cunt. "I was wondering..." Since he didn't elaborate further, Colette nodded cautiously. "Sure. I mean, you didn't think I'd only do it with my brother, did you? It's not like we could get married some day." "No no no... I'm not jealous." He grinned. "I was thinking about other guys fucking you, that's all. You know... taking different cocks." She squinted at him, gauging the sincerity of his response. Then she bolted up off the bed and wagged a finger at him. "Wait right there." She returned in a moment, and handed him a videcassette. "Put this on," she said, settling back on the bed again. Peter smiled, knowing now that his sister had been collecting her own little private video library too. He pushed the tape into the VCR and pushed Play. After a few seconds, the screen was filled with Colette's smiling face. The shot opened up and revealed that she was sitting on the edge of a bed, wearing a filmy black babydoll set. Her nipples were wonderfully apparent under the gauzy fabric. Peter felt his dick pulse. Anne had walked around in a bit of a daze all day, and she was surprised when the three oldest kids arrived home from school. She had accomplished none of the shopping she had intended to do. Every moment had been filled with bizarre fantasies involving either her brother, her father, or her son. After all, the three men had recently seemed attracted to her in a new way. But she reasoned that it was likely just her own imagination. All her father had done was expose himself to her. Peter had spoken rather openly about sex, but not to the point of being outrageous. It was Daniel who had actually fondled her and complimented her on her looks. Nevertheless, there was an undercurrent of sexuality in her family that had not been there just a few weeks ago. Then there was Robert's continuing dalliances with various women, most recently her sister. That was merely more fantasy material for Anne, not a cause for jealously. The telephone shook all of the lusty thoughts out of her mind. She answered on the second ring. "Hi mom." It was Diana. "Hi sweetheart. What's up?" Diana sighed audibly. "You didn't remember my cheerleader tryout did you?" She had forgotten, but Anne defended herself: "They start that stuff on the very first day after summer?" "Football starts right away too. Anyway, can you pick me up?" "Okay. Uh, can you wait a while for me to get ready? Then I'll take you out to dinner." Anne felt bad about forgetting Diana's tryout. She was trying to make it up to her. "Really?" Diana sounded excited. Smiling, Anne confirmed her idea. "Yeah, we'll do some shopping and catch a movie too if you want. We'll be home by midnight so you can get some sleep before school tomorrow." "Sounds great, Mom." Then her voice indicated disappointment again, "But I just have my jeans and a sweater. What are you wearing?" Anne pondered. "I was going to wear my miniskirt and a blouse. But we can buy you an outfit before we get too far." "Okay," Diana sounded appeased, "see you soon." Anne pulled into the parking lot and Diana hopped in the car. Each was struck by the other's appearance. Anne couldn't believe how mature her 13 year-old daughter looked even in jeans. She was developing quite a womanly figure. And Diana couldn't believe how young her mother looked. When she had mentioned the miniskirt on the phone, Diana had rolled her eyes, thinking her mother was trying too hard to stay young. But she had pulled it off. Diana started to believe that her mother could pass as her older sister, but then realized the small lines in her face might betray the truth. Still, Mom's flawless legs and firm breasts made her outfit pleasing to any eye. "Why don't you wear another button undone, Mom?" Diana indicated the front of Anne's blouse as they drove away. Anne looked at her daughter out of the corner of her eye. "Do you think so?" "Yep." She reached over and unbuttoned it for her. "There that's better." Anne looked down and saw more of her own milky cleavage. It looked great. "Thanks, sweetheart." Anne smiled over at Diana and perused the rise in her sweater. "You know, you're getting quite a figure on you yourself." Diana suppressed a giggle. Her parents approached things so differently. Just a few weeks ago, her father had called her a bitch then given her a speech about being called a cunt. Now her mother referred to her blossoming tits as her `figure'. "Geez, Mom, how can you stand the way Dad talks? He'd just say something about how my tits were getting bigger." Anne laughed. "Well, he is kind of crude sometimes. I wasn't just talking about your tits anyway. I saw your hips and your ass in those jeans. In that pair, even your crotch is more like a woman's and less like a little girl's." Then Anne wondered just how liberal Robert was with the kids. She remembered him winking at her when he spread Diana's buttocks apart in the RV. "Does Daddy ever... touch you?" Diana shrugged. "Not really. He brushes against me sometimes. And I've seen him staring. But I wish... I mean, no he doesn't." Anne realized Diana was almost disappointed that Robert didn't try caressing her. "Were you going to say you wish he did?" Diana smiled at her mother; her eyebrow rose wickedly. "Well, it wouldn't be so bad. I know he touches Colette sometimes." This came as a shock to Anne. She had known that Colette and Robert shared something special, but she had assumed it was related to her interest in the business. "How do you mean?" Shrugging, she hesitated. "Well... I don't see him do anything major, but I saw him pat her butt once. And he puts his hand on her leg a lot. But he never does that to me or Wendy." "And you wish he would?" Diana studied her mother before answering. She decided that there was no malice in the question. "Yes. Just a little. I know he loves me, but he could show it a little more... a lot more." Anne chose that moment to hint about Robert's perversion towards little girls. "Your father loves young girls. If you asked him to, he'd touch you all the time. Would you want him to... I don't know... fondle you?" Her mother's discomfort was amusing. Diana nodded. "Like squeezing my tits or putting his hand between my legs?" "Yeah." Anne was shaking a little with the lusty nature of the conversation. She concentrated on driving as best she could. "Sure, if he wants. Would you mind, Mom?" Anne shook her head. "Not at all. I know how your father gets after he gets worked up by a little girl." "You mean he gets horny?" "Yes... and he, well... he fucks me better." Anne glanced at Diana to see if she had shocked her. Nothing was registered on her daughter's face except amusement. In fact it was Anne who was shocked when Diana said, "Yeah, but what if I let him fuck me instead?" After the initial shock wore off, Anne noticed an impish look on her daughter's face and believed Diana was merely joking. She shook a playful finger at her daughter. "You'd better not!" They laughed together. "Okay, Mom. I won't." But they both knew that the seed of an idea had been planted and each was concerned about the implications for the future. "My asshole hurts," the young boy complained to Benjamin Peel as the older man zipped up his fly. Benjamin winked at the kid, who lay uncomfortably on his side on Benjamin's office couch. He was naked from the waist down, stroking a semi-stiff prick for Benjamin's enjoyment. "Sorry about that, Quint. I guess I jammed it in a bit quicker than I meant to." Quint grimaced a little and sat up. He felt the freshly deposited semen start to leak out of his anal opening. "It's okay, Mr. Peel. I shouldn't have asked you to do it. Blowjobs are a lot easier." They had met the day before in the lobby of Bejamin's office. Coincidentally they'd met again a few minutes later in the men's washroom and Benjamin had noticed Quint looking over the side of the urinal at his piss-spurting cock. Benjamin had returned the look with a smile. Then he'd invited Quint out for beers. Through the course of the night, Benjamin had learned that Quinton was only fourteen years old. Allison had served him the beers without a second glance, of course, but Benjamin was quite sure that any waitress would have. The lad exuded maturity. When Quint stood up to retrieve his jeans, Benjamin noted the stain on his leather couch and realized the boy was now exuding something else entirely. "You'll leak for a while... out your ass I mean," Benjamin explained. "But the pain will go away soon enough." Quint smiled, wriggling his hips around in the loose denim pants. "It is already. I'd better get back to my aunt's house. Thanks for the beers and... the other stuff. Are you going to call me about that job for my brother?" "Show me his resume and I'll seriously consider it," Benjamin said. "What was his name? Trent?" "Yep... Trent Dawson. He's a super keener. You won't be disappointed." Benjamin looked up and down Quinton's young body. "Is he gay too?" Quint smiled and shrugged. "I don't think so. But give him a chance... he's a pretty open-minded guy." Anne wandered the aisles of Cleo's, an upscale fashion emporium in the heart of downtown. Diana was a few steps ahead, tugging dresses and blouses off the rack and replacing them in disapproval. They had been at it for twenty minutes when Anne finally asked: "What exactly are you looking for?" Her daughter shrugged. "Something like you're wearing." Anne glimpsed herself in the mirror. Colette's movie debut had featured a young man crawling on top of her and determinedly pumping away. The camera was pinned uncreatively on a tripod across the room, and left most of the action to Peter's fertile imagination. Still, Peter was impressed because of the intimate nature of the tape and the fact that his sister had chosen to share it with him. The tape ended rather unexpectedly, the images replaced by electronic snow. "He didn't even cum on you," Peter remarked. He had seen enough porno movies that he was quite surprised by the lack of ejaculate. She giggled. "He came inside me. Couldn't you tell?" "Not really. It was pretty bad lighting and the camera angle was... well it looked like a security surveillance camera." "Boy, you sound like an expert. I suppose you would do it better." She crossed her arms over her beautiful breasts and waited for an answer. "Easy." Hands on hips signalled his bravado. "Come here you!" she tugged at him happily. He fell on top of her on the bed. With her nose touching Peter's, Colette asked, "If you're such a little moviemaker, why didn't you let me do a hot scene with Albert and Diana that day?" "We can't do that... Diana's not old enough. And Albert... well we had just, I mean me and him had... you know." Peter started blushing. His sister patted his butt with both hands. "Swapped cum?" she giggled. "Besides, Diana's plenty old enough. Have you seen the sultry bod she's getting lately?" "She's still only thirteen. She doesn't know what to do with it yet." Colette shrugged. She wondered why she was trying to convince Peter about Diana's sexual ability. Then she realized she was still looking for a co-conspirator. She needed to be able to talk to someone other than Peter about her incestuous liaison. Although Peter managed to work his hand under her shirt and squeeze her tits playfully, Wendy called them for dinner before they had a chance to do anything else. But they both enjoyed the time spent simply talking to each other. Anne lay in bed that night waiting for her husband to finish his last business call of the day. She was absently strumming her fingers across her clit, the crotch of her silk teddy stretched to one side to provide access. Every once in a while, she'd run her other hand over her silk-encased tits as well. Her hardened nipples made little tents in the teddy's fabric. When she heard Robert coming up the stairs, she forced herself to stop and pulled the sheet up over herself. "Goddamn Tigress Industries," he muttered, "ever since that party they think they can push us around. I have to ask Colette if she made some sort of promise to them that I don't know about." "Relax sweetheart," Anne cooed. "Don't let them get to you. I'm sure, from everything you told me, Colette handled herself in a very professional way." Robert smiled and sat on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. "Yeah, you're right. Apart from the fact that she was the best looking bitch in the room, she really did well." Anne smirked at his crude reference to their daughter. "You certainly appreciate our beautiful daughters don't you?" He frowned confusedly at his wife. "I love them... what do you mean?" "I mean you see that they're women as well as your kids... even little Diana is becoming quite a temptress." "You're right about that. I got quite an eyeful at her gymnastics class." "Lori Ames is such a stupid cunt. I can't believe she let you peep on the little girls." She shook her head. Robert laughed. "What's wrong with that? I got off on it." Anne scrunched up her mouth. "I know you little pervert." She tugged at the sides of his face as if she were talking to a puppydog. Robert made a hoarking noise deep in his throat and raised one eyebrow in a warning. Anne sensuously opened her mouth, tongue out, her eyes daring him to go ahead and spit. He laughed and swallowed his saliva. "Why didn't you spit at me?" Anne asked quietly. "You don't deserve it," he said. She smirked at him and "Well you don't deserve to fuck me tonight either..." She rolled over and mashed her head into her pillow, back to him. He laughed and got undressed. "No big deal, baby. I'm sure there will be hungrier pussy waiting at the office tomorrow." "You're a cruel, cruel man. But I love you." Anne fell asleep thinking about her husband fucking several different beautiful women. Her fingers were stroking her clit as she drifted off. Colette cursed when she slammed off the alarm beside her bed and realized it said 9:30. She had meant to set it for 8:30. Now she would have to go without a shower and breakfast to make her 10 o'clock class. Almost as soon as she hauled her naked form out of bed, Diana came barging in, shouting, "What's going on, Col? You were supposed to drive me to the doctor." Diana's eyes quickly flashed over her older sister's incredible body, and she felt a pang of envy. Colette swore again and did her best to smile at Diana. "I'll just throw on some clothes... looks like I'll miss my first class." "My appointment's for quarter to ten," Diana explained. Dr. Cochrane's office was ten minutes away in good traffic, so they still had a chance. Colette snapped on a bra and stepped into some panties. Then she threw on a sweat shirt and a pair of jeans. She ran a brush through her hair and tugged on her jogging shoes. Diana shook her head in disbelief. Colette looked marvellousțas if she had spent time getting ready. Her oldest sister awed her. As they drove towards Dr. Cochrane's, Colette asked, "Are you going for a female thing?" Diana nodded. "Yeah, I'm getting checked out since I just started getting my period." Colette smiled. "Well just lie back and relax. Dr. Cochrane's a really nice guy." Colette recalled her last visit when the middle-aged doctor had been trying unsuccessfully to hide his substantial hard-on under his labcoat. "Do you think he likes examining girls?" Diana asked, as if she had felt Colette's lustful energy. Colette parked in front of the doctor's office. "I know he does. Just do what he says. He's a bit of an old pervert, but he's harmless." Diana laughed and kissed Colette goodbye. "Thanks for the ride, Col. See ya." Inside, Diana waited in the outer room with an elderly woman and a young man. They were obviously not together, but the young man kept smiling at the old lady. She looked nervous. When Diana was called in by the nurse, the young man's eyes followed her lithe form all the way down the hall. She realized her tight jeans and t-shirt must have been quite a sight. Although she was wearing a bra, she looked down to notice the sexy bounce in her nubile breasts. It made her a little less envious of Colette's perfect body. The nurse, a woman in her late twenties, asked Diana a few questions and left her alone in an examining room. There were two chairs, a desk, and the forbidding examining table. Diana grinned to herself when she saw the stirrups, which were folded discreetly out of the way. Dr. Samuel Cochrane came in and sat in the chair at the desk. He hadn't looked at her yet, and seemed to be a very gruff old man. Diana didn't even remember the last time she had seen him. "Okay Miss... uh..." he looked at her file "Crawford?" His eyes peered in surprise over his half-frame glasses. "Are you Colette's little sister?" "Yes sir." She posed cheerfully on the edge of her chair. In that position, in her tight cotton t-shirt, her tits thrust provocatively toward the doctor. Looking back at the file, Sam muttered, "So I see." Then he cleared his throat and asked, "So what can I do for you today?" "Well, Doc, I need to get my... well I started having my period, so my mom said I should come and... you know... get checked out." He huffed. "We'll take a quick look at your vagina... yes, we can certainly do that." "Should I take off my clothes?" Sam looked at her with a squint. "I normally call in the nurse at this point..." He reached for the phone and punched one button. "Tracey, could you come in please?" In an instant the nurse came in and stood beside the examining table. She looked bored, as if she'd done this hundreds of times. "Little Diana here," the doctor explained to Nurse Tracey, "has started menstruating. She's here for a general gynecological checkup." Tracey was smiling now. "Oh, well congratulations, Diana. Getting your first period is a big step towards womanhood." Doctor Cochrane looked over his glasses at Diana and asked: "Are you sexually active yet, Diana?" She looked embarrassed and a little confused. Tracey interjected. "He means going all the way... not just blowjobs and stuff." Visibly relieved, Diana smiled and shook her head. "Oh no... I'm not active like that." The doctor shifted on his seat, leaning towards Diana. "But you do other things with boys?" Tracey rolled her eyes. The doctor was such an old- fashioned man. She knew he was only curious about Diana's sexual antics, and had no real medical concerns about them. She translated once again: "Do you suck guys off?" Diana looked from the doctor to the nurse and then dejectedly down at the floor. She nodded slightly. Now it wasn't just a secret between her and Peter. If the family doctor knew, she was sure her mother would soon know. Sam cleared his throat again; he shifted in his seat and tried to ignore the stirring of lust in his trousers. Tracey scowled at the doctor for an instant. She had seen him get horny before during examinations, but never with a girl this young. Yet Tracey herself noticed the sexy firmness of Diana's body. She really couldn't blame the poor old guy. She also realized that Diana was oblivious to the doctor's discomfort and lusty gaze. "Do you want to take off your clothes now please?" Tracey asked softly. Diana smiled nervously and stood up in front of them. "You can go behind the screen if you want," Doctor Cochrane suggested. Tracey was a little disappointed that the doctor had not made Diana treat them to a bit of a striptease, but she realized that Sam was valiantly trying to squelch his lust. Moments later the blushing girl reappeared from behind the screen. She held her hands coyly over her pubic area, leaving her incredibly nubile breasts open to inspection. "You have a lovely body," Tracey said quietly, but knowing Doctor Cochrane could hear. "Yes... lovely," the doctor muttered, surprising Tracey, who knew that Sam tried hard to remain composed and dispassionate during these examinations. "Can you get up on the table, Miss Crawford?" The doctor motioned to the examining table and then took a pair of rubber gloves out of a large box beside the room's sink. Sam's erection had intensified as soon as Diana had walked out from behind the screen, but it literally throbbed now as the prospect of touching the young girl drew nearer. He tried to think of malpractice insurance premiums to lose his erection. Nothing worked. Diana's tits still held their budding freshness. The aureolae formed mounds on the top of her breasts, sloping up to the tip of her nipples. Sam loved that feature of newly blossoming bodies. After much coaxing from Sarah, Wendy finally decided to go out for the cheerleading squad. She hated the idea of prancing around in a skimpy costume to encourage rowdy fans and sweaty football players. But she knew it would be a boost to her social life at Elmwood High. "The fucking principal is out watching again," Sarah muttered as they went past the gym towards the changeroom. "I hear he's a total pervert," Wendy whispered. "Sally Critchfield was in for a remedial math class and Mr. Burns slipped his hand under her skirt. She said he actually stuck his fingers right in her pussy." Sarah's eyes widened. "Wasn't she wearing panties or what?" Shrugging, Wendy said, "Yeah... I guess he moved them out of the way." "Yeah... I think Sally is full of shit." They went into the changeroom and were greeted the noise of twelve giggling teenage girls. "Sally!" Sarah called from across the room. Wendy blushed when she realized what was coming. "I hear Mr. Burns has really stinky fingers after your visit with him." Sally flashed Wendy a look of hatred and called back, "Well, they don't stink as much as they would if he fingered you!" The other girls fell silent. This sounded serious. "Fuck off, Sally," Sarah yelled. "You're lying and you know it." Sally pulled her uniform sweater over her head and stomped over to Sarah. She hissed: "You don't know anything. He really did finger me and he's always feeling my tits and pawing me..." Seeing that Sally was on the verge of tears, Sarah eased up. "Okay, okay. So you probably did get a little finger action from Mr. Burns. It couldn't have been that bad. Did it hurt or something?" Wendy couldn't believe what her friend was suggesting: that it was okay for the principal to molest the female students. Sally looked around cautiously, then smiled at Sarah. "It wasn't so bad I guess. He knew more about what to do than Tony." The two girls, a moment ago ready to scratch each other's eyes out, giggled together and started whispering. They had both dated Tony Pizora, so they had notes to compare. Wendy shook her head and wondered if everyone was as perverted as her brother and sister. Diana was lying back naked on the examining table. Tracey was smiling to herself that the doctor had neglected to offer the girl a gown. The nurse felt her own pussy dampen at the prospect of Diana's intimate examination. "Feet up in the stirrups please, Miss Crawford," the doctor instructed. Diana looked down over her nubile torso to see Dr. Cochrane smiling up at her, framed by her own sleek thighs. She smiled thinly back and hesitantly raised her feet into the stirrups. Diana watched the doctor's expression change as his eyes dropped to her unfolding vagina. He seemed positively delighted at the sight. Diana felt queasy. Tracey looked over Dr. Cochrane's shoulder and exclaimed: "My what a pretty little pussy!" The doctor flashed his nurse a scornful look and then smiled at Diana. "I'm going to insert my finger and palpate inside your vagina. And if you don't mind I think we'll do a rectal exam too." Diana smiled feebly back and closed her eyes. As uncomfortable as the situation was, she sensed a quiver that usually meant sexual arousal. The nurse's comment about her pussy actually made her feel better, even though it was rather crude and unexpected. Tracey watched Dr. Cochrane slip his gloved finger into the pretty young girl's cunt. He stroked it in and out; by the fourth stroke, Tracey realized the doctor was not really palpating anything, but simply fingering Diana for the fun of it. She was standing close enough to feel the doctor's body heat, and she leaned in to whisper in his ear: "You're being naughty, doctor." He harumphed and removed his finger, throwing a scowl towards his nosy nurse. Undeterred, Tracey put her lips right on her boss's ear and whispered: "Are you going to finger her asshole now too?" The doctor's frown became more pronounced as he tried to chastise Tracey for her crudeness, knowing all the while that he himself was stepping over the line. But he felt Tracey's closeness, and knew her perverted and lusty nature from past incidents. Finally Dr. Cochrane winked at Tracey and pressed his gloved digit against the girl's rectum. "Okay, Diana," he said soothingly, "I'm going to insert my finger into your anus. Try to relax. Are you ready?" Diana looked a little concerned, but she nodded and tried to smile. Sam shoved his finger into Diana's tight little butthole without much preliminary probing. And he relied on Diana's own vaginal juices for lubricant. This roughness elicited at squeal from the girl and a sympathetic "Ooo" from Tracey. "I know how that feels," the nurse said quietly to Diana. "But don't worry: it gets better." Diana concentrated on the unfamiliar feeling in her ass. She knew about anal sex and had often wondered exactly what it would be like. But, unlike some of her friends at school, she had never even experimented by fingering her own anus. She had certainly never let someone else finger her there. Colette decided to drop by her father's office the following day after her last class. She still needed to check with Walter Hopewell about a few administrative items in telemarketing. Colette walked confidently into the telemarketing bullpen. Her large breasts bounced conspicuously in her cotton blouse. Her sleek hips, crotch, and ass were encased in faded denim. Either one of these features would have garnered enough attention, but her strikingly beautiful face clinched the deal. Every eye in the room followed her to Walter's office. The man behind the desk was a weasel-faced man in his mid-forties. He was quite short in stature and slightly balding. Despite all those points against him, Colette was very much attracted to his personality, and occasionally over the past summer had fantasized about him. Colette smiled and Walter stood to greet her. Instead of her normal handshake, Colette gave Walter a hug. He seemed a little flustered, but smiled and offered her a seat. "Uh, do you miss this place or something, Colette?" She nodded. "It's been a week and a bit and it seems like I've been gone for much longer." "Well, we miss you too. Trent is a great guy, but nothing compared to you." Colette looked around to see if she could spot the new hire. Her father had told her about Trent this morning and he sounded like a perfect replacement for her. She just hoped she'd be able to get her job back next summer. Walter was still talking. She heard him say, "...and certainly nothing to look at." "What was that?" She was convinced Walter had given her a compliment, but she had missed it. Walter blushed. "You mean I finally get up the courage to say something and you didn't hear me? I was just commenting on how fabulous you always looked when you worked here." Aha! she thought. Walter had noticed and was complimenting her. Perhaps he wasn't gay after all, as she had often suspected. "Well, thank you Walter." "It's not just me, you know." He leaned down to whisper in her earțand sneak a whiff of her wonderfully fresh scent. "I overheard the guys in the washroom one day. They are the horniest bunch and you were the topic of discussion." Colette smiled. "Tell me more, Walter!" He blushed a little more. "I can't get into the detailsț" "Yes you can! Tell me everything." She shifted in her seat and eagerly looked into his eyes. "Everything," she warned. He cleared his throat. "Well, they commented on certain parts of your anatomy... and things they'd like to do with you." She scowled at him. "You mean they liked my hair and they'd like to take me out to dinner and a movie?" Then she smiled, "Come on, Walter. We're buds, right? Tell me what they really said." Although they had never talked intimately before, Walter was galvanized by her reference to their friendship, and he opened up right away. "Your breasts were the main topic. Do you know what a pearl necklace is?" She snickered... of course I know, I'm a slut, she thought. But she decided to play dumb. "I always thought I looked good in pearls." Walter shook his head. "Not this kind. This is when a guy... humps you between your breasts and then... emits all over your chest and neck." He looked positively sorry to have to tell her such shocking details. Colette licked her lips. It was sub-conscious, but she immediately realized how it looked to Walter. She played up on it. "Wow, that sounds very... kinky." She could think of far kinkier things, but it seemed like a good description for Walter's benefit. He cracked a smile. "You almost sound like you'd enjoy that." She shrugged. "Cum all over me? Like I said: it sounds interesting." Doctor Crawford had been sliding his finger in and out of Diana's asshole for quite some time. The girl was unsuccessfully suppressing her moans, which encouraged the doctor even more. The nurse whispered to her boss, "I'm going to grab a feel of those cute little tits of hers." Before he could forbid her with a whisper, Tracey moved to the top of the examining table and said, "I'm going to feel your breasts now Diana. I'm feeling for any abnormalities." Diana, already buzzing from the unfamiliar stimulation in her rectum, simply nodded and waited for more sensations. Tracey roughly grabbed the girls' tits, squeezing the nipples and pulling them up. "Say, Doc, look at these little girl titties. Very healthy." Diana frowned for a moment at the nurse, but then arched her back and groaned. The treatment Tracey was giving her breasts was identical to most of her sexual encounters with boys at her school. Rough and merciless, yet still designed to elicit a lustful response. "Are they okay?" Diana asked the nurse. "They're great," Tracey answered, gently stroking the skin which she had just been pulling on. After calming Walter down and treating him to a hug goodbye, Colette went off to visit her father's office. Emily wasn't in the outer office, so Colette strode confidently to the door marked Robert Crawford, President and CEO. But she froze with her hand on the doorknob when she heard a faint scream from within the office. A little frightened by what she might find, she opened the door just a crack to see what was going on inside. She saw Emily standing against the mirrored wall. Her father's administrative assistant was wearing a leather choker and black silk panties. Her beautiful black body was otherwise uncovered. Colette gulped in surprise, but immediately felt her pussy juice up. Reflected in the mirrored wall was an even more staggering sight. Her father was mounting a naked young black girl from behind. He was wearing his business suit, but the motions of his hips and the occasional glimpse in the mirror confirmed for Colette that he had his cock buried in the girl. And the girl was no older than 14. Her little breasts hardly jiggled with each vigorous thrust from behind. But the dialog that Colette could now hear told even more of the story. "Fuck her," Emily was coaxing quietly. "Fuck the little slut in that dirty black asshole of hers." "Yessss," the sultry youngster hissed. "In my assss." She looked agonized by the vicious thrusts, but continued to encourage them. So her daddy was fucking this little girl in the ass, Colette mused. Who would ever have thought? And Emily being in on it was quite a revelation too. Colette had long known that her father was not one hundred percent faithful to her mother, but she had no idea that his dalliances were so extreme. Despite the shock to her system, Colette's pussy was sopping wet. She looked down and saw that this time there really was a small stain. It was the first time she had actually soaked through her jeans. Colette went to the outer door and locked it. She put a chair under the doorknob just to be extra sure. She didn't want to make the same mistake that her father had just made. She went back to spy through the crack in the door. Emily was no longer standing in view, but Colette could still see all three participants clearly in the mirror. And she could hear them. "Is her asshole just as tight and hot as I promised, Robert?" Emily asked. Over the whimpers and groans of the young girl, Colette could barely make out her father's reply. "Yvette's a hot little bitch, that's for sure." Now Colette knew the girl's name. But she had no idea who she was. Emily started spanking Colette's father on each stroke out. She used her open hand to criss-cross his buttocks with red marks. The smacking sound echoed sharply. "You're a very bad boy, Robert. You're a nasty man for hurting my little cousin's ass like this. Bad boy. Bad boy. Bad boy." With each repetition came another smack. And now Colette knew that the girl was part of Emily's family. "Ungh..." Colette's father grunted as he pulled completely out of the tight opening. "Make her lick her shit off my cock." "Yvette." Emily grabbed the girl roughly by the chin. "You've made a mess of this nice man's prick. I want you to clean him up." When Yvette turned around, she looked close to tears, but she said nothing as she tentatively snaked her tongue towards Robert's slimy dick. Before she made contact with the obscenely pulsating tube, her head quivered with revulsion and Colette thought the kid was going to puke. But once she licked at it a few times, it was as if she realized that the taste wasn't as bad as she had expected. She eventually worked up to an enthusiastic slurping of the ass-streaked pole. When her cousin revealed that she was actually enjoying herself again, Emily began spanking the young girl. She did not strike quite as hard as she had for Robert, but the girl's slim buttocks quickly darkened with the mistreatment. "You're a filthy girl, Yvette. Gobbling up all that dirty ass-juice from his prong. You're disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting." Again, the repeated words were punctuated with a smack. Colette could stand it no longer. She unzipped the fly of her jeans and shoved one hand into her panties. She roughly diddled her clit and slid her fingers as deep into her slit as the still restrictive clothing would allow. With her other hand she harshly pinched and kneaded her swollen tits through both her blouse and bra. She had never felt so turned on, and she was frightened by the intensity of her feelings. Especially since the "actors" in the little porno show she was watching included her father. Apparently Robert couldn't stand it any longer either. His orgasm started as a little mewl in the back of his throat and crescendoed to a huffing, grunting explosion which threw stream after stream of spunk towards Yvette. She didn't even try to catch it in her mouth, but bowed her head abjectly. Her face, hair, and back were completely slicked with his viscous concoction. Colette came too, willing herself to climax quietly. It was very difficult, and at one point her knees buckled and she almost fell headlong into her father's office. She licked off her fingers, zipped up her jeans, and hurried straight to her car. She noticed herself in the rearview mirror; she was crying. They were tears of relief and bewilderment. Anne was in the kitchen, checking on the frozen lasagna that she'd popped in the oven a few minutes before. It seemed to be well on its way, so she set the timer and sat at the kitchen table with her newest Women on Fire magazine. Peter sauntered in, still sweaty from a basketball game he'd been playing after school. He ignored her and went to the fridge to get at the jug of ice water. He swigged directly from the jug. "Peter," his mother exclaimed, "please use a glass, you swine." He continued to ignore her, drinking in gulps from the jug. "Peter! Are you listening to me?" "Chill out, Mom. It's not like I'm spitting in it." She stood up and faced him. He was almost an inch taller than her now and she felt positively tiny in his presence. "Just try to do what I tell you. Take a hint at least." He put the jug back and placed his hands on her shoulders. "I'm going to go take a shower." His eyes roamed down over the front of her tight t-shirt. "If you want to keep giving me shit, you're going to have to follow me into the bathroom." She frowned at him. "I might just do that, young man. You are getting a little too obnoxious for me." She wondered if this was going to be another one of their conversations that trifled on the edge of lewdness. He grinned good-naturedly at her. As he turned to go upstairs, he noticed the magazine sitting on the kitchen table. "Hey Mom, are you a Woman on Fire?" "Very funny, Peter. It's about women entrepreneurs, not sex maniacs." Then she realized that he might not have meant what she thought, so she quickly backtracked. "Or whatever else your dirty little mind was thinking." "I'm still thinking about you giving Dad head like you told me last time we had one of these little chats." She swatted at him as he ducked out of the room. "Come back here, you disgusting little brat." They ran up the stairs: Anne pursuing Peter. "I'll get you, you brat." He pretended to be cornered in the bathroom, pretended to fear for his life. "Geez, don't hurt me... it's Psycho Mom." He put up claws and made a monstrous face. She giggled, aware that his eyes watched her breasts quiver. "You're terrible." Peter pulled his T-shirt off. His mother gazed briefly at his muscular young torso, still glistening with sweat. Peter was pleased with that reaction and decided to make another attempt at seducing his mother. He pulled off his sweatshorts and underwear in one swift motion. He stood there grinning wickedly with his shorts in hand. He was thrilled by the way her shocked stare fell to his genitals. "Are you leaving now, Mom? You don't have to, you know." She turned around quickly. "Don't be late for dinner." He dropped his shorts and grabbed her shoulder. She spun back to him and gasped as he pulled her close for a kiss. "Give me a kiss, Mom," he pleaded, feeling the blood rush to his prick, bloating it to semi-hardness. "Stop it, Peter," she cried. But she felt the tingling in her loins that she had experienced when her brother had grabbed her breast. She had come to think of it as a yearning for the forbidden, and recalled a similar feeling when she was first deciding whether or not to let Robert fuck her up the ass. "Come on, just a little kiss." He puckered his lips and made squelching noises. "Come on, Mom... kissy kissy." She giggled again. "Peter... that's enough!" She frantically tried to avoid his hunting lips, but realized too late that her squirming was causing quite a bit of friction between their loins. His cock was becoming totally erect, she thought with dread. Now what? He sensed her ceasing the struggle and planted a wet kiss right on her lips. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" She pushed him gently away and looked down between their bodies. "I'm more concerned about that." She gestured towards his big, pulsing cock. It was at least as big as Robert's, and Anne felt an involuntary shiver of lust course through her. "Sorry about that, Mom. I guess you're a little too sexy for me." He pretended to be embarrassed, and tried his best to cover his shaft with his hands. "I guess I'll take a cold shower." "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, Peter. You're certainly a healthy young man." Then she lowered her voice and nodded, "And I'm pretty damned impressed." He smiled and dropped his hands away. "You think I have a nice cock, Mom?" She blushed and frowned. She was asking for this. His forthright nature almost ensured that he would capitalize on her subtle compliment. "Yes... it's pretty nice. But I'm not sure you needed to hear that from your own mother. Don't your hundreds of girlfriends tell you that?" He was stroking it unconsciously, but stopped to look down at it himself. "Once in a while. But it's just like you were happy to hear a compliment on your body from me, remember?" He boldly ran an open palm down the side of her left breast. She didn't even flinch. "Yes, Peter. I know what you mean." She shocked him by returning the strokețwith her fingertips up the underside of his shaft. "You have a beautiful big cock." Peter's next shock came when she suddenly turned and left him standing alone in the bathroom. Anne ran to her room and locked herself in the ensuite. Pulling off her jeans and T-shirt, she trembled and breathed deeply in front of the mirror. Her son had almost succeeded in seducing her. As it turned out, it was Anne who took the cold shower. Colette got home and looked for Peter. She needed a serious fuck after what she had witnessed at their father's office. Secondarily, she needed to talk about it with someone. Peter would be perfect for both tasks. She found him in the basement, on the rowing machine. "Okay, Peter, stop working out... I've got a better way that you can work up a sweat." She stood with her hands on her hips, in a very commanding and sexy pose. He smirked up at her awesome tits in the clinging cotton blouse. "You think you can just demand sex any time you want now?" He stopped rowing. "Damn fucking right you can!" They laughed and embraced. Kissing wetly, tongues ablaze, she lead him to the sauna. "Take off your clothes." "Can I fuck your ass this time?" he panted as he pulled off his clothes. She squinted back at him, frantically undoing her button- up blouse. "I don't think so." Then she remembered how her father's prick had sinfully disappeared into little Yvette's butt, and she said, "But we'll see." "How come you're so horny?" he asked, standing naked, waiting for her to struggle out of her jeans. She opened her mouth and tried to scoop his prick into it. Groaning with the effort, she eventually said, "I want to tell you. But you have to promise not to freak out." He directed his cock into her mouth and held her head on it. "I promise... but keep sucking this fucking thing for a while." Colette gladly complied, cherishing the taste and feeling of her own brother's cock. He smelled musky and hot. She felt closer to him than anyone else in the world. "Can I cum in your mouth?" She moaned, closed her eyes, and nodded. She kept sucking, knowing that she'd get more than one load out of him if she needed to. "You know, Col, I saw a video the other day. It gave me some ideas. You know... I really want to piss in your mouth some day," Peter said as he humped into the very orifice he mentioned. She stopped sucking and put her hand over the end of his cock. "Don't you dare!" Then she tittered and shook her head. "You are so disgusting sometimes. You must take after Dad." "What does Dad have to do with anything?" "That's the secret... that's what I wanted to tell you." She bobbed her head back onto his throbbing dick. Peter looked puzzled. She stroked with her hand while her mouth was busy explaining. "I caught him at work with his secretary and some young girl." "That black chick... Emily?" Peter was trying to imagine that beautiful dark woman naked. "And how old was this girl?" "She was about fourteen... and she was black too." Colette smiled. "Dad was fucking the girl while Emily coached them. It was really kinky." Peter puffed. His prick diminished slightly as the gravity of what she was saying washed over him. "Dad was fucking her?" "That's what I said. Fucking. And Emily was spanking them both. Dad ended up cumming all over the kid. It was wild." Peter sat back on the sauna bench. "Holy shit... that is wild." He manoeuvred her to sit beside him, then knelt on the floor in front of her. "Keep talking about it while I lick your cunt." Colette snickered and pulled her knees up with her arms, exposing her entire pussy and her anus to him. "I tell you what... you stick your tongue up my ass, and I'll tell you where Dad was fucking the girl." He shrugged and licked around his sister's perineum, then into her puckered ring. Stiffening his tongue like a tiny cock, he darted into her asshole quickly as an experiment. She moaned, and he was motivated to delve deeper with the subsequent strokes. "Right there. That's where Dad fucked the girl... right there in her dirty... stinky... asshole." Telling him about the filthiness of the act he was performing only galvanized Peter to dig in farther with his oral probe. She squealed with pleasure and started diddling her clit. "That's right, little brother... lick me there... right in my dirty butthole. Can you taste my shit?" She knew this kind of talk only made Peter even hornier. "MmmmHmmm," he hummed. She squeezed her tits roughly with one hand and kept diddling her clit with the other. "Oh, God. You're going to make me cum. I want to cum, Peter. Keep reaming my ass with your tongue... yes... yes." She shuddered to a climax and let out a prolonged, sighing moan. Peter stood up. He hung his semi-stiff prick in her face. "Return the favour, sis." "You want me to lick your asshole?" He shrugged. "Just make me cum." She smirked. "Okay... but no pissing, okay?" Colette wagged a warning finger at him. "Sure... sure... just suck me off." She did. Anne put on a sleeveless dress for dinner and teased her hair into an elegant coif. At the last minute she hiked up the dress and put a dab of perfume on the inside of each thigh. Then she pulled open the silk tap pants and put a drop right into her pubic hair. It made her feel wicked and she wasn't sure if she was getting adorned for her husband or, she distressed, her son. She'd thought about Peter's cock, even through her cold shower. She masturbated frantically, but even three orgasms hadn't shaken the lusty thoughts out of her head. Peter had similar difficulty shaking the image of his mother's hand coming into contact with his cock. Even though he had slaked his lust by depositing a healthy load of semen into his sister's mouth, he was still very horny. And he found the main thrust of his desire was directed towards his mother. When they sat down to dinner, Peter smiled knowingly at the way she had dolled herself up. He managed to lick his lips and wink at her at least twice before they finished dessert. She blushed furiously both times. After dinner, Robert, Wendy, and Diana took a drive to the video store. Peter fell asleep on the couch and had an incredible dream: In the kitchen, Colette cornered Peter. "What was all that between you and Mom?" "She wants me," he said smugly, "just like you did... and do." Colette's eyebrows rose, but she couldn't comment, since their mother was coming in with another load of dishes from the dining room. "Take this stack, Colette," Anne ordered, holding out the dirty plates to her daughter. Colette frowned and looked back and forth between Peter and her mother, wondering how he had decided so confidently that she was sexually attracted to him. Peter smiled at his sister. He couldn't decide later if it was the wine he drank at dinner, or his pure lust that he felt for these two female family members, but he suddenly said, "Do either of you mind if I piss in the sink before you fill it with dishes?" "Peter!" his mother gasped. "What in the world is wrong with you?" Colette just giggled. She saw his plan right away. "I guess I don't feel like walking all the way to the bathroom." He put a hand to his crotch and toyed with the fly of his jeans. Anne was frowning and shaking slightly. She was infuriated at her own body for immediately betraying her with a rush of hot juice to her pussy. She knew Peter was anxious to show off his wonderfully sculpted manhood, but she wondered why he would reveal what she thought was a secret relationship between them to Colette. She felt betrayed in more ways than one. She let her anger out in words, "What kind of a filthy little brat are you, Peter? March to that washroom and use the toilet just like anyone else in this family." She looked at Colette. "And wipe that smile off your face, young lady. There's nothing funny about your brother's disgusting behaviour." Colette was feeling the effects of the dinner wine too. She didn't hesitate where she normally would have. "Oh come on, Mom," Colette countered. "Let him do it." Then softly she added, "I think you'd like to let him, wouldn't you?" Anne's expression changed to one of worry. What were her children doing? They seemed to be ganging up on her. And if Colette was so comfortable with Peter's bizarre behaviour, did that mean she too was as perverted as her son seemed to be? For that matter, they both seemed to be as perverted as Robert and herself. So, Anne realized, although her husband and she had not actively encouraged it, their childrențat least some of themțturned out to be depraved little sex maniacs as well. Deciding that she had lost any battle she had tried to fight, Anne looked apprehensively around and whispered, "Go ahead then... you're both little perverts." "Unzip me, Mom," Peter commanded. "Yeah, Mom," Colette coaxed, "take out his cock for him." "That's a little too much to ask, don't you think?" Anne protested calmly. "Okay, Mom, I'll do it," Colette said cheerily. Her hands dropped to Peter's fly. Anne smacked her daughter's hands away. "Don't you dare. If he wants to pee in the sink, let him do it himself." "Mom, you like all this dirty stuff, don't you?" Colette asked. Anne squinted at Colette, trying to fathom just what weight her question carried. "I suppose I do, or else I'd have called Children's Aid and had you two committed by now." "I guess you've figured out by now that Peter and I are messing around, huh?" She stepped close to her mother, ready to finally share the secret with someone. Cautiosuly Anne asked, "Just what do you mean by `messing around'?" "Touching... sucking..." Colette paused dramatically, "and fucking." Anne gulped, trying to draw breath through a suddenly tiny airway. Her own children! What had she done to make them turn to each other for sex? "That's quite enough, young lady. I get the picture." She brought a trembling hand up to her forehead. Was it hot in here? she thought before realizing what a clich‚ that was. Seeing that they had her mother right where they wanted her, Colette turned up the pressure. "He slides that big beautiful cock into my hot, wet pussy. I go crazy for it." Anne closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing. The perverted siblings grinned at each other. It was magical being able to get a seduction to succeed through teamwork. Peter had failed before, but his sister was so in tune with his intentions that she managed to manipulate their mother perfectly. "I bet you'd like it too, Mom," Peter said quietly. "Yeah, Mom," Colette whispered. "Peter's big nasty dick sliding into your pussy... Can you imagine it?" Anne had thought of little else since this afternoon's encounter with Peter in the bathroom. But she tried not to let those thoughts persist. She remained silent. Her lack of response spurred the siblings on. "So come over here and watch me piss in the sink. My bladder's about to burst anyway." Peter finally unzipped his fly and fished out his semi-turgid prick. Anne followed zombie-like to the counter. Flanked by his sister and his mother, Peter proudly hung his veiny cock over the edge of the sink and waited for a moment. He watched his mother's gaze. She was staring at his cock with a look of anticipation on her face. It matched Colette's expression exactly... and he suspected from experience how much his sister liked to watch men urinate. Colette confirmed his suspicions by saying, "I love watching guys piss, don't you Mom?" "Mmmmhmmm," she answered. "Col," he whispered to his sister, "put your hand under it. Remember when you pissed for me?" Colette grinned at Peter and put her left hand into the sink, below the poised urine faucet. "Go ahead, Peter." He let a squirt out and it made a little puddle in her cupped hand. She spread her fingers and the yellow liquid dribbled away down the drain. The strong aroma of it hit their nostrils. Anne smiled. "I always liked the smell." "Me too," Colette giggled. "Me too, Mom." Peter stopped holding it and a rush of urine flowed for what seemed to him like an eternity. Before the stream dwindled, his mother put her hand under it too, letting the piss soak her fingers and palm. "You ladies want to taste it?" Peter said, thinking back to the video he had told Colette about. To their surprise, it was Anne who brought her hand to her mouth first. She lapped at the piss-coated fingers and licked her lips. Not to be outdone, Colette followed suit. "Not bad, Peter," Colette commented. "I might just let you fufill that little fantasy of yours after all." Anne wiped her hand off on a dishcloth and quickly left the kitchen. She was holding back tears. The bizarre scene she had just participated in was a fantasy and a nightmare all in one. The siblings shrugged at each other and kissed deeply. Peter awoke on the couch with Colette grinning down at him. "That must have been some dream little brother. You've got quite a lump in your pants." He just rolled over onto his stomach and closed his eyes again. Robert came to bed late that night and found Anne still awake, crying. "What's wrong with you, baby?" he asked, sitting on the bed and wrapping a comforting arm around her. "Oh, nothing... I just can't believe how much I love this family." "Tears of joy?" She nodded. "Would you fuck me, sweetheart?" He held her shoulders and examined her face. "Fuck you? That's kind of a strange request when you seem so emotional." "No," she sniffed, "I mean it. I want you to fuck me. In fact I want you to do it hard. Fuck me really hard. Rape me." He looked even more puzzled, but his cock was responding. It was developing a grand lump in his trousers. "Rape you?" "Yes. I want you to do whatever you want. Fuck me in the ass and then cum in my mouth, if you want." "That sounds good, what else." He stood up and took off his pants and underwear. His prick bobbed in front of her tear-stained face. She sniffed again and said, "Bite me. Make my tits hurt and my ass ache. Fuck my pussy raw." "You're a slut aren't you baby?" She grinned up at him. This was taking her mind off the events in the kitchen. "Yeah, I'm your own personal slut. What do you want me to do?" "You know, Anne. I always thought I could close more business deals if my wife offered blowjobs to the prospects. Would you suck a bunch of guys' cocks for me, slut?" Nodding eagerly, "Whenever you want, baby. Would you want me to swallow their cum or let them squirt it all over me?" "All over you... just like I'm going to cum all over you in a few minutes." He was stroking his cock and he felt a climax sneaking up. She sensuously parted the lace of her nightgown, exposing her big, firm tits. The nipples were distended like two hard candies. "Do you like my tits, Robert?" "Oh yeah, baby. Even after all this time, I still love them." She squinted up at him. "And you like Colette's tits too, don't you?" He stopped stroking his cock. "Where did that come from?" She reached out and took over the job of stroking that he had abandoned. "Don't you have naughty little fantasies about your daughters every once in a while?" "Well, I suppose every man does... in fact your father mentioned that to me once. I took it to mean that he's fantasized about you and Caroline." Anne's look of surprise disappeared almost immediately. She would have to think about that one later. Now it was time to share her incestuous sins with Robert, her best friend and husband. "And you've thought about Colette, right?" He shrugged. "Sure... a little." "And you've thought about Diana's hot little butt, right?" He recalled the playful wink he's given Anne after spanking Diana in the RV. "You know I have." "Were you thinking about... fucking them?" "Yeah... I guess." He was kind of losing his enthusiasm because it seemed to be turning into a kind of inquisition. "So you wouldn't be upset if I told you about my fantasies about Peter fucking me?" Robert raised his eyebrows and immediately became more involved again. "Really? Wow." "I've seen his cock a couple of times lately. I'm impressed with how nicely our little boy has grown up." "I guess he takes after his old man, huh?" Robert proudly thrust his cock into his wife's busy hand. "Oh, he lives up to the family tradition alright. You know my dad's got quite a nice piece of equipment on him too." Robert moaned. "Have you thought about your daddy fucking you too, baby?" "Not until tonight... but it intrigues me, that's for sure." "Well I can tell you, he's quite a fuck monster. We double-teamed that bitch wife of his a while ago. He was pretty impressive for an old guy." Anne giggled. "You shared Angela with Daddy? You men are so naughty. You don't even like her very much." Robert shrugged. "A cunt's a cunt. In my case, I guess a mouth's a mouth." "So you just got a blowjob from her?" Anne slid her tongue slowly up the underside of Robert's prick. Then she wantonly engulfed the head of his prick with a lazy mouth, slobbering down the shaft. "Oh, baby... it was nothing like the head you give." He didn't say that it was hard to decide which was better: the buttery smoothness of Anne's mouth, or the unforgiving suction of Angela's mouth. In fact, her expert slurping made Robert lose control far more quickly than he had intended. His semen frothed up into her eager mouth, eliciting a moan of pleasure and disappointment from both of them. Peter dialled the number for Polly's restaurant. Paddy answered, but Peter was confident the old man wouldn't recognize his voice. "Is Allison there?" "Just a sec." Peter nervously tapped his fingers on the desk in his bedroom. He was anxious to talk to Allison, but wasn't even sure she'd remember him. "Allison here." Her voice was like sugar. "Hi, uh, Allison... this is Peter Crawford. We met... ummm... Benjamin Peel is my grandfather." "Mmmm... how could I forget," she whispered, "You're the adorable young man who pumped your grandfather's mouth full of delicious spunk. I remember the taste of your asshole very well." "Yeah, well... Would you be interested in a date?" "What did you have in mind, stud?" she cooed. Peter gulped. "Actually I was thinking more of a business proposition. Since I know you like sex so much..." She snickered. "Whatever gave you that idea?" He laughed nervously. "Well, anyway, I just wanted to ask if you'd be interested in being in a little movie I wanted to make." She was quiet for a moment, and Peter was terrified that he had angered her. But then she said, "Sex... movies... I suppose you're talking about a dirty movie, right?" "Yeah, but only if you're into it." "Sure, Peter. I'd do anything for you, sweetie-pie." "Alright! I'll set up everything and get back to you." Diana knew as soon as she got home from the park that she'd been caught again. Her friends had convinced her to play hooky and go with them to Fantasy Village, a theme park on the other side of town. Her mother stood in the kitchen, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently. "Sit down young lady." She pointed at a kitchen chair that had been moved away from the table. It looked like an interrogation was in store. Diana sheepishly sat, dropping her schoolbag gently on the floor. "What, Mom?" "You didn't go to school today according to your teachers. Two of them called to tell me about it. Apparently a bunch of kids cut class today." Diana squirmed uncomfortably. "I think you need to understand that we mean what we say. When you got that spanking on our camping trip, we though that was enough to get the message across. Obviously we were wrong." Anne's voice was even and subdued. It was all the more frightening for Diana that way. Then the worst thing of allțher father walked through the front door. He never came home early from work. Diana knew she was in deep trouble. "Have you told her?" Robert asked his wife. Anne shook her head and looked a little sad. That worried Diana too. "Stand up, you little bitch." Diana didn't react at first. She'd didn't think her father was talking to her. But then she remembered the lecture he'd given her about name-calling. She slowly rose to her feet. She glanced at her mother with pleading eyes, but Anne only looked away. "Take off your jeans," Robert said. He planned to get Anne to whip the girl this time... no need to play the disciplinarian all the time. He undid his belt while Diana was undoing her own pants. For a shocking moment, Anne thought that Robert was about to act on his incestuous fantasies that she knew he harboured. But then he handed her the belt and she realized he wanted her to whip their daughter with it. "Take off your panties too," Anne said softly. She watched her daughter meekly follow the instructions. Diana, now naked from the waist down, was covering her pubic area with her hands. Somehow it made her feel safer. But she made no attempt to cover her buttocks when she turned them towards her parents. She knew she deserved a spanking, and was prepared to receive one. Anne tentatively lashed out with the folded belt. It made Diana jump, but didn't make a mark on her lily buttocks. "Harder," Robert said quietly. Anne lashed out again, with more force. Diana squealed a little as the belt made a wide red stripe on her left buttcheek. "Now do you understand, Diana, sweetheart?" Anne asked, winding up for another strike. Diana bravely bit her lower lip and braced for the blow. Robert smirked and crossed his arms. His dick was stiffening, but he tried to ignore it. The lash was a wicked one that further widened the red stripe. Diana squeaked and then started to sob. "Please... no more," she wept. Robert reached down to shift his growing penis to the side. Anne noticed, but just smiled and wound up again. This time, Diana screamed and tried to cover her ass. "Please, Mom... Dad... I'll do anything you want." "Oh really?" Robert said. "Like listening to us?" "Turn around," Anne said. She decided her daughter had taken enough whipping, but could do with a little more humilation. "Stand still and look at us. And take your hands away from your crotch. You can't hide anything from us." Diana dropped her hands to her side. She was standing in a tight t-shirt, with her pubis fully exposed to her father and mother. "Look at the hair on her cunt," Robert commented. "I know," Anne nodded. "She's growing up." The girl felt like a piece of art. Her parents were talking as if she wasn't even in the room. "But I don't think she is maturing as fast as her body is. She's just too irresponsible." Anne nodded. "You're right." She wondered what her husband was leading up to, but she trusted that he was keen on humiliating Diana too. "I think we should shave her." Anne's jaw dropped briefly, but she smiled inwardly at the perfect culmination of events. Diana would be humiliated and learn her lesson, and Robert would fulfil one of his "little girl" fantasies that she loved to foster for him. But Anne wondered if it was wise to allow Robert to carry out such a perverted plan on their own daughter. "Shave her?" Anne questioned. "You mean, down there?" "Please don't," Diana sobbed. "Don't shave my pussy!" "You act like a little girl, we'll make you play the role," Robert explained. He was thrilled to hear his daughter use the word "pussy". Anne nodded and went to the bathroom to get the scissors, shaving cream, and razor. She decided to play along and see how perverted her husband could be. Perhaps he'd even end up fucking little Diana! Could Anne sit back and allow that to happen simply to fuel her husband's erotic fantasies? Mind you, she thought, it would make her thoughts about allowing Peter to seduce her much more palateable. Diana saw that her parents were united and she dejectedly walked to the bathroom with them. She sat up on the counter and spread her legs around the sink. He let the tears roll down her cheeks and looked pleadingly at them. "Please, don't shave me." "Diana," Anne soothed, "please just sit still and let me lather you up. I don't want you to make your father even angrier than he already is." Diana sobbed. Her mother was right. She'd never seen her father like this. She tried to pretend she was back in Doctor Cochrane's office. Her mother was the nurse and her father was the doctor. After all, that had been a similarly frightening experience that had turned out okay. Then Diana noticed the lump in her father's pants. If he didn't seem so outraged, it would have been funny. Her father was turned on by seeing her like this! She decided not to make her revelation obvious, but she had an idea to use the knowledge to her advantage. "Please, Daddy... don't shave my little pussy." She pouted melodramatically which to Robert seemed very sensual. "Well, you little brat... spanking you didn't seem to do any good." Robert frowned sternly. "So I think we need to take more drastic action. Shaving your pussy is just the start. You'll learn to listen if it means humiliation every time you don't." Anne was impressed with Robert's speech. "You are humiliated aren't you, dear?" she asked, wanting to rub it in. "After all you're sitting there with your private parts showing, and we're about to make them even more naked. You must be very ashamed." Diana sniffed. "Yes, Momma. I'm very ashamed." Then she spread her legs even wider and ran outstretched fingers through her pubic hair. It was a senusous act that caused her labia to flare out slightly. "I like the hair on my pussy." As true as that was, Diana thought about the pictures she had seen of women who had no hair there. She thought it looked just fine. So giving in and letting her parents shave her wouldn't be so bad. She'd just have to think of something to tell the girls in gym class. Anne started plucking at the hair on her daughter's crotch and snipping it away with the scissors. After a while she started slopping out shaving cream from a bowl with Robert's shaving brush. Diana started to feel a little quiver in her tummy from all the attention her crotch was getting. The bristles of the brush had tickled her clit several times. Anne was so horny after the shaving incident, she stripped and went straight into the shower. Robert frowned at her and shouted over the running water: "I've got to go back into the office. I just can't leave early like that and expect things to keep running themselves." She wiped the water out of her eyes and opened the shower door a crack. "You're joking!?! You're not going to fuck me after that scene with Diana. Aren't you even a little bit horny after watching a young girl's pussy get shaved? Or can't you get over the fact that she's you're little girl?" Robert shrugged and said: "I'm pretty horny... but no more than usual. I've gotta get back to the office." He left her standing there with the water streaming over her naked body. Dressing slowly, Anne found herself frequently dipping her fingers into her soaking wet pussy. She needed relief. Shuddering at the incestuous thoughts, she couldn't get Peter out of her mind. Specifically, Peter's big semi-stiff cock as she'd seen it that day in the bathroom. She finally threw on a robe over her panties and headed towards Peter's room. She walked like a robot. Her mind was clouded with lust, and she wasn't even remembering the motherly way she's treated Peter in the past. Now all she could think about was seducing him just like any other young stud that she might have been interested in. Anne knew that Peter liked her tits. She had caught him staring often enough. So she carefully fluffed out the collar of her robe to subtly display her cleavage. "Peter?" she whispered at the door. "Come on in, Mom." She opened the door and saw Peter at his desk working on some kind of school assignment. "Busy, sweetheart?" Suddenly he was her son again. She was so proud of him for working so hard in school. She wrapped the robe tight again. Peter was wearing a pair of shorts and a dress shirt. The shirt was just slung on, not buttoned up. When he turned to her, she looked over his muscular chest and abdomen appreciatively. "I'm not very busy, Mom. What's up?" She sat on his bed and looked around at all the memorabilia on his shelves. She had been there when he had won most of his awards and trophies. He'd seemed like such a little boy for most of them. "I wondered... what you wanted for dinner," she said after deciding to leave as quickly as possible. "Anything's good, Mom." Then a wicked look crossed his eyes. "Did you and Dad just... you know... do it?" Anne frowned. "What?" Peter chuckled. "Showering before dinner just isn't your usual way of doing things." She waved off the inference. "I was just feeling a little... dirty." As soon as she said it she knew the connotation he'd take. "Yeah... and were you feeling dirty because of something you and Dad did?" Anne shook her head. "Why are you so obsessed with what your father and I do in bed together?" Then she had a wicked thought of her own: "You'd think you were jealous or something..." Peter finally blushed. "No... I just... forget it." He turned back to his desk. She put a hand on her shoulder. "You can't get away with it that easily, young man. You do this to me all the time. What's your story?" Peter looked back nervously at her. He wasn't used to her being aggressive. "Nothing, Mom. For fuck sake..." "Watch your tongue, young man. I want to know why you keep pestering me about what your father and I do in private." He gulped and meekly told her the truth: "I like to think about it I guess." She giggled. "And really, there's nothing wrong with that. All kids think about what their parents do in bed." "But... like you said... I think I'm obsessed." Anne leaned closer to him. "What do you think about most?" Her pussy gushed anew; she recalled her original reasons for coming to his room. Peter looked down from her face, across her ample chest. "You don't want to know, Mom." "You started this, Peter. I'm not just curious. I need to know." "Why?" "Just fucking tell me," she hissed with a wild look in her eye. He'd never heard her talk like that before. "Okay, okay. Jeez, Mom. I guess I think about you... you know... giving him head." Anne looked pensive. "You asked me about that before. You think of your own mother as a cocksucker?" She smiled to indicate that it was a good-natured remark. He nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess." "Do you think I would be a good cocksucker, Peter?" she whispered, her mind swimming and a loud hum brewing in the background. He grinned almost victoriously. As weird as it seemed, it looked like he was finally going to get his wish with his mother. "You'd be the best." Anne blushed a little herself and then looked down at her son's crotch. A tent had formed in his shorts and he was doing nothing to hide it. "Would you like me to show you how good I am?" Her voice was almost inaudible now. With out answering, Peter stood in front of her. His erect cock made the fabric of his shorts stretch towards his mother's face. She smiled up at him. "You're so nasty, darling." Then she reached up with shaking hands and tugged at the elastic waistband of her boy's shorts. As soon as his naked cock was bobbing in front of her face, Peter realized exactly what was about to happen. He was about to have sex with his own mother. It was really happening. 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