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Subject: {ASSM} NEW: "An Incest Carol" Ch. 3 (a take-off on C. Dickens' tale)
Date: Thu, 25 Dec 2003 07:10:04 -0500
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Disclaimer:
 
The following story is in no way intended to be a faithful adaptation of
the classic story by Charles Dickens. Only in my perverted mind do these
events and circumstances exist. But upon watching the classic story on
Christmas Eve (last night) I felt compelled to write my own version of
the timeless classic. Granted, things had to be slightly skewed and
warped to fit my 
intentions, but the overall aspect is hopefully achieved. It is my
Christmas Present to all the readers of this newsgroup. Please enjoy and
Happy Holidays to all. 

Author's Note: 

Since the story takes place in the early 1800s London, descriptions of
clothing, places, language and such will reflect such a time. Things
such as AIDS, safe sex, morals and 
plausabiltiy have not yet come into being so deal with it. Thank you for
your time. 

Additional Note: (new) 

Some parts of the chapters will contain no sex and are merely just part
of the classic tale in order to keep the narrative feel of the story. 


"An Incest Carol"             by kids_at_play 

A Parody (my apologies to Mr. C. Dickens) 

Story Codes for the entire story: 

(mf, Mf, Fm, MF, inc cons, mast, oral, preg, bizarre twist) 

Story Codes for Chapter Three: 

(Mf, inc cons, sex)


Chapter Three


BONG! BONG! 

Scrooge looked fearfully around his bedchamber. He wasn't sure if he had
only been dreaming or if he actually had been visited by a spirit who
had shown him things that had happened in the past -- his past. Memories
he had blotted from his mind 
for many, many years now. 

Just as Scrooge was about to pull the quilted covers up over him and go
to sleep he saw another bright light shining underneath his closed
bedroom door. The light emanating from the crack at the bottom of the
door grew to an enormous brightness and he suddenly began to hear the
unmistakeable sound of gargantuan laughter coming from outside the
closed door. 

Suddenly, Scrooge heard a booming voice say, 
"Come in! Come in, Ebenezer! Come in, Ebenezer Scrooge!" 

Scrooge walked warily up to the door and opened it. Immediately he was
blinded by a glaring light and he shielded his eyes and tried to make
out what was in front of him. As the light dimmed somewhat, he heard the
voice shout again, 

"Come in, come in, Ebenezer, and know me better, man!" 

Scrooge walked forwards and was finally able to see what lie before him. 

In what had once been his outer room now sat a burly, bearded rotund
middle-aged man with a crown of fig leaves on his head. He was adorned
in a red fur robe with white adornments and was seated upon a golden
throne. He was surrounded completely by all manners of fruits and
vegetables, fine linens and masterful works of art, gold coins and
silver pieces, and riches and wealth of man's bounty. There were barrels
of grain, salt and whiskey. The fireplace, which usually sat unused, was
now fully ablaze and warmed the room to a bright amber hue. 

"I am the Spirit of Incest Present!" the spirit's voice boomed at him.
"Look upon me! You've never seen the like of me before, have you,
Ebenezer?" this great magnaminous man asked him. 

"No, I can't say that I have," Scrooge replied. 
"And I wish the pleasure had been indefinitely postponed," he added,
sighing heavily and caressing his tired brow. 

"So, you have still not taken the spirit of Incest into your heart? You
are still unmoved by what you have seen and what has happened before
you?" the spirit inquired of Scrooge. 

"Mine is a worthless cause, O Spirit! I am too old of a man now to cater
to that which I knew before. Go and find some younger soul who is worth
redeeming." 

"Your age does not preclude you from enjoying the reaping of these
pleasures, Ebenezer. Incest does not live just for this one day, but for
365 days a year. You must embrace this spirit and follow it always, even
into the end of your days." 

"But by the very nature of the word I am not able to practice it,"
Scrooge posited. "All that I had was lost untold years ago!" 

"If you had bothered to seek knowledge in lieu of money and business,
then you might have had a chance to change your thinking as well as your
life." 

"Spirit, what do you say? I -- I am befuddled and don't know what to
think," Scrooge said. 

"You have chosen to keep the spirit of Incest out of your heart and mind
so now you must come with me and bear witness to those who do. Come,
touch my robe." 

Scrooge hesitated, then shuffled forward and placed his hand upon the
spirit's colorful robe. 
Instantly, Scrooge and the spirit left the room and appeared in an alley
somewhere in London town. All around them people were hustling and
bustling and scurrying past them. Scrooge tried to dodge out of their
paths but the spirit scorned him, saying, 

"Though these are images of things that are happening now, they still
cannot see or hear us, Ebenezer!" 

Scrooge bowed his head reproachingly and the two walked down the lane. 

Upon recognizing the scenery, Scrooge blurted out, 

"I know this place! This is where Bob Cratchit lives! My clerk!" 

And the spirit and Scrooge walked up to a small run-down house and
peered into a dusty, grimy window. 

The section of London town that they were now in was one of the poorer
sections of town. The Cratchit house was quite small, and hardly
befitted the 7 people that lived inside it in squalor. But there was a
roaring fire and the inside of the house seemed warm enough to Scrooge
as he and the spirit gazed upon the goings-on inside the Cratchit house. 

Scrooge could see Bob's wife, Mrs. Cratchit, bustling about in her apron
setting cutlery and dishware upon a long wooden table. Obviously setting
it for Christmas Dinner. Two of her three daughters were helping her.
The elder boy of the house, Master Peter Cratchit, was busy tending to
the punch. Their oldest girl, Martha, who had finally been able to get
away from the factory, was peering out the window and spotted her father
and brother, Tiny Tim, coming down the lane. Tim was being carried by
her father on his shoulders. 

"Father's coming," Martha squealed, "with Tim!" 
"Hurry, Martha," Mrs. Cratchit said, "hide in the scullery closet and
we'll pretend that you couldn't make it." 

Martha ran into the closet and shut the door behind her. She couldn't
wait to see her father. It had been so long since they had been
together. 

Just then, the front door opened and Bob Cratchit and Tiny Tim walked
into the small house. He gently left Tim down off of his shoulders and
helped the young boy over to his stool by the fireplace to get warm. He
handed Tim his cane and went over and kissed his wife. He looked over at
the table, all set, and at the rest of his family, and then frowned upon
not seeing his beloved Martha. 

"Where is Martha?" Bob asked dejectedly. 

"I'm afraid she's not coming!" his wife said. 

"Not coming? Martha not coming on Christmas Day?" Bob sounded forlorn. 

"Not coming because I'm already here!" Martha cried, and jumped from the
closet and ran into Bob's arms, hugging him tightly. 

"Martha, my dear, what would Christmas Day be without you!" Bob said to
his eldest daughter tenderly. 

"But how on earth did you manage to make it here all the way from the
factory?" he asked her. 

"They shut down the machines early and allowed us to go home to
celebrate with our families!" Martha said joyously, hugging her father
again more tightly than before. 

Bob Cratchit inhaled the aroma of his daughter, fresh from the factory.
He could feel the swellings of her bosom pressing against his vestcoat.
His manhood swelled in response and Bob stroked his daughter's back
eagerly. 

"Oh, father, it has been such a long time since we were together,"
Martha intoned, breaking from her grasp of him and looking into his
eyes. 
"I know, my dear, I know. I say, Mother, how is the goose coming along?"
he asked his wife. 

"Shant be more than another half hour," Mrs. Cratchit answered, still
bustling about the room preparing the long table for the family feast. 

"Just let me go and check on the progress," she said, and then added,
"Peter, why don't you go check on the pudding?" 

"Okay, mum!" Master Peter piped up. "Come on, Mary, Belinda, let's go
see if the pudding is singing in the copper yet!"

As Mrs. Cratchit headed for the kitchen, Peter, Mary and Belinda
followed closely behind.  

Tiny Tim looked at his sister Martha and said,

"Martha, have you ever seen the pudding singing in the copper?  Want to
go have a look with me?"

"No, you go on, Tim," Martha told her younger brother, I'm going to stay
with Dad."

"Okay," Tiny Tim said, and began to make his way out to the kitchen
where the goose and the pudding were being cooked. 

Bob Cratchit and Martha were alone at last. 

"And how is my favorite daughter?" he asked her. 

"Just wonderful, father, now that Christmas is here!" she replied,
giving Bob a peck on his cheek. 

Bob gazed into his 14-year-old daughter's eyes and marveled at how they
sparkled. Yes indeed, it was good to have a large family. And three of
them girls. Yes, he was blessed, he thought to himself. 

Now Martha pressed her lips to her father's lips, and the two kissed,
lightly at first, and then deeper. Their mouths opened and their tongues
intertwined and Martha began moaning under her breath. It really had
been too long. 

Bob squeezed his eldest daughter's shoulders, rubbing them through her
cotton dress. The dress was threadbare, but it was the best one she had.
It had white ruffles down the bodice and delicate buttons dotted the
front. It was these buttons that Bob now began opening as the
father-daughter kiss continued. Martha's dress opened in the front and
revealed a white vest, as the Cratchit family could not afford regular
underclothes for the women and girls in the family. Not on the salary
Scrooge pays me, Bob thought to himself. 

Bob's hands moved to this white vest and began to caress his daughter's
small breasts. 
When he squeezed them both, Martha groaned and her hand searched for her
father's hardness in his lap. She felt it and closed her hand over top
of it. Bob responded by thrusting his tongue inside her mouth as far as
he could and molding and squeezing her breasts vigorously. He could feel
her nipples rise erect and they poked into his hands. 

Martha's white vest was a simple shift and once Bob had unbuttoned his
daughter's dress down to her waist all he had to do was pull up the vest
and his daughter's breasts were revealed to him. He bent his head and
put his mouth over her one breast sucking on her nipple. Martha's hand
squeezed his hardness even harder and with his free hand he began
opening his britches. 

Martha helped her father get his britches open and when they were parted
she could see her father's manhood fat and thick underneath his
underpants. 

"Oh, father," Martha cried, "it's all ready for me, isn't it?" 

"Yes, my dear, it wants you so badly!" Bob groaned. 

With that, Martha reached inside the open flap of her father's
underclothes and pulled out his prick. Its fleshy-speared stalk thrust
angrily out at her. She squeezed it and began to rub her hand up and
down it, as she knew her father liked. Bob's tongue and lips increased
their fervorous attention to his daughter's bared breasts, He kissed,
licked and sucked first one tit and then the other. They were small but
round. 

"Oh, father, please have me now!" Martha moaned. 

Bob pulled up his daughter's dress bottom and raised it up her legs.
Underneath Martha wore only black stockings tied at mid-thighs with a
white string to hold them up. She wore a simple plain white undergarment
over her cunt. 

"Pull them down for me, my dear Martha," Bob said to his daughter. 

Martha reached down with her free hand and began tugging down her
undergarment. Bob held her dress up around her waist with one hand while
with the other he was holding onto her waist to keep her on his lap.
Once her undergarment was off, she straddled his lap and faced him. Bob
looked down and saw his daughter's cunt poised over the tip of his
erection. 

Martha eased her cunt down onto her father's prick and felt his fullness
enter her. She groaned and allowed him to hold her by her hips and she
rode him up and down like that. She held onto his shoulders tightly as
his prick sluiced into her cunt again and again. 

"Oh, father!" Martha cried in pleasure. "It feels so good!" 

"Ah, Martha! My Martha! You're so tight even after all the times we've
mated!" Bob groaned. 

Up and down Martha bounced on her father's prick, her youthful breasts
bobbling slightly on her chest. She could feel the good feeling coming
over her now. It penetrated her belly and then radiated to her cunt. She
could feel her father's prick begin to fill her hole more fully and she
wondered if he was ready to make his seed into her. 

"Oh, Martha, oh, Martha, I'm going to let loose my seed soon, my dear!
Get ready for my seed, Martha! Here it comes!" 

"Ooh, aah, eeeee!" Bob cried out and his prick spasmed and he gushed his
incestuous seed into his daughter's womb. 

Father and daughter collapsed into one another and Bob held his daughter
until she felt renewed. Bob's prick flopped to the side and he withdrew
his handkerchief from his vest pocket and wiped his member off. He
tucked it back into his underpants and then closed his britches. 

Martha slipped back up her undergarment and then pulled her white vest
back down over her breasts. She hastily buttoned up her dress and gave
her father another kiss. 

"Thank you, Father, for a wonderful Christmas gift!" she said, smiling
broadly. 

"Anytime, my dear, anytime," Bob said, smiling to himself, completely
satisfied. 

Martha slipped off of his lap and ran out into the kitchen to see how
Christmas dinner was coming along. 

Scrooge looked at the Spirit and his face questioned the spirit as if to
ask 'are we done here?' but the spirit waved his arm and Scrooge and the
spirit were instantly transported to the rear of the house, to the room
off of the kitchen where the firewood lay in storage. Here, in this
wooden shed, Scrooge saw Mrs. Cratchit and Tiny Tim. Tiny Tim was
sitting in a small chair with his crutch by his side. Mrs. Cratchit was
sitting on a pile of cordwood next to him, talking to him. 

Scrooge started at first, but the spirit reminded him that they could
not see him and Scrooge even though they were the images of the Present. 


The End of Chapter Three


Coming next in Chapter Four:

Tiny Tim gets a helping hand and Scrooge meets the Ghost of Incest
Future.  Stay tuned.

Thanks for reading my story.  Please, any comments write to me
kids_at_play@webtv.net
or comment to the newsgroup.


kids_at_play


"Well I'm a grown man and as strong as I am, well sometimes it's hard to
believe; that one little girl with little blonde curls can totally
terrify me."  (Gary Allan)


"Thank Heaven for little girls!"  (Maurice Chevalier)
 
"Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart?" (Lovin' Spoonful -- 
1965) 

"We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the
heart too big for the body."   (Ralph Waldo Emerson) 

"He who cannot see the beauty of a child hath no beauty in him."    
(Anon) 

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
John Keats,   "Endymion"     1818 

Kids are our future. Kids are our hope. Please respect them. Don't
exploit them. 

kids_at_play 

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