Message-ID: <20744eli$9903230445@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Sxjames@aol.com Subject: {Peters} NEW: Kelly2 (The Twins) (mf, fg, teen/pedo/inc, cons, photo-shoot) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: A Short Note: As you may have guessed from the title, this story is actually part of series. It (the series, I mean) revolves around an un-named kiddy-porn film maker, his girlfriend Lisa, and two of their 'regulars': a 12 year old blond girl named Kelly, and a very handsome but very dyslexic 14 year old boy named Tim. Currently, there are two stories in the series. I have no plans to add more. Why post just the second story and not the first (or even both)? Simply put, while I did enjoy writing the first part of this series, I think this tale is the best stand alone *story* I've ever written. It certainly was the hardest to write, and -- perhaps more importantly -- three years after I first conceived of KELLY2 I can look at it and not flinch at the writing or dialog. It also delves into some areas that I've never seen explored in the "traditional" pedo story, something the first story never attempted. At any rate, I hope you enjoy it. Oh yes. I should be quite obvious by the story codes and disclaimer that this is a pedophilic sex fantasy. The sex is consensual, and everyone (for the most part) has a Real Good Time, but if the subject makes you want to go reaching for little red buttons, do yourself a favor and skip this post. Simple, right? ********************************************************************** This adult text file contains graphic depictions of consensual sex between minors. It is a sex fantasy, and as such is total, absolute fiction. The author neither practices, encourages, or condones the actions described herein. If you are uncomfortable with this subject or not yet of legal age in your state or country delete this file now. Copyright 1996, 1999 by Stephen Peters. Permission granted to repost this story as long as the entire text, including this header and the authors e-mail address (Sxjames@aol.com), remain intact. I ask that you do not make this story available in any publicly accessible archive (the ASSM archive and Dejanews excepted) without the authors permission. A very special thanks to The Editor for his help in proofreading this story. All errors and omissions are the authors alone. ******************************* **** Kelly2 (The Twins) ***** ******************************* by: Stephen Peters CHAPTER 1 I was dreaming. About what I'm not sure (probably sex, the truth be known) but whatever the subject, it was utterly and completely wiped out of my head by the harsh, electronic beep of my cell phone. I let it ring -- once, twice, three times -- and had about made up my mind to let the bastard ring indefinitely when I felt the poke of Lisa's knee against my thigh. "Honey," she said, her voice soft and full of sleep, "be a sweetheart and answer the god-damned thing." I dragged my hand from under the pillow, draped it over the nightstand and pulled the phone to my ear. "This better be good..." I growled into the mouthpiece. "Hey, it's Mike! Didn't wake you, did I?" His voice sounded *entirely* too cheerful. "No, of course not," I replied, "It's only seven-fucking-thirty in the morning!" I swear, that man makes a habit of seeing how badly he can piss me off. If he wasn't the lynch pin that held this whole thing together... "Sorry man," Mike continued, ignoring my sarcasm, "but I finally got that Gervis thing nailed!" "Oh." I let the silence hang. "You mean you woke me up to tell me THAT!!" "Hey -- sorry, buddy. But uh, time is of the essence. We gotta move on this one fast, before Daddy changes his mind." "Huh? Come again?" Between trying to get the sleep out of my system and the dawning realization that I was about to earn a great deal of money, I wasn't tracking to well. "Look. Lets just say that...it's a delicate situation. The father's a uh...family swinger, if you catch my drift, and he's got money problems but he's scared of putting anything down on film. I had to do some mighty fancy sweet-talking to get him to agree, and if we don't act now..." "Right. Look, this better be for real. You got their birth certificates?" "Better than that. Their twins." "Holy shit," I breathed. Mike was right, we had this one nailed. By now, Lisa was up on her elbows, staring at me intently. I turned my head and mouthed the word 'sorry'. Lisa and I had planned a day off -- we were going to take Tim and head up into the hills to do some cruising on my Harley -- but it looked now like our plans had changed. "OK," I told Mike, "bring 'em over. 'Bout 10:30 or so. While you're at it, see if you can round up Kelly. Tim's here and we might as well make it a two fer'." "No problem, and hey - you won't be disappointed!" Mike was absolutely *bubbly*. "Damn," I mumbled as I hung up the phone, "for this I should'a charged that old geezer double." "Who?" Lisa asked. "Gervis!" ********** Our clients tend to have very unique perversions -- other than just being into kids sexually, I mean. One time I did a film consisting of nothing but a series of girls masturbating with a candle. Not dildos, not fingers, not two girls doing each other (one of the perennial favorites) but a candle. A blue candle. And the girls had to be ten years old and blonde. Of course, some things we get asked for I do not care to handle, but most of the time we can 'accommodate'. Anyway, about two months ago, I got a referral from a client who set me up with a 'Mr. Gervis'. I almost never make the deals face-to-face, but I trusted this individuals judgment, so one miserably wet day in late February I went to a very fancy country-club restaurant that Mr. Gervis recommended. I was a little worried about doing a deal in public, but he insisted that we were safe -- and apparently he knew what he was doing: as soon as I introduced myself to the maitre d' I was taken to a private table far in the back. You can imagine my surprize when a white haired, very distinguished looking gentleman (yes -- that's exactly the word to describe him) of about 60 years of age sat down to join me. He got straight to the point. "I understand you are in the fantasy business. Catering to specific...sexual fantasies." "Actually, I'm in the business of making lots of money the IRS knows nothing about," I replied. "Uh...yes," he smiled, "I understand." "I'm sure you do. Now, without being too blunt about it, what's your pleasure?" "Yes, well..." He glanced around a couple of times, then took a nervous, shallow breath. "I wish to watch two siblings engaged in sexual intercourse." That's exactly how he put it -- 'siblings in sexual intercourse'. "You mean, a brother and sister." "Precisely." No problem, I thought, a little dye job on Kelly's hair, get that kid we used last month-- "Mr. Jones?" "Yes?" "I do not wish to view two children that only *look* as if they are related. I want to see true blood relatives. Twins, if possible." I paused. "Twins?" "Yes, if that can be arranged. If not, I understand - but in any event I will require some assurance that what I am watching is authentic. Documentation -- the names and birth certificates, perhaps. And understand, Mr. Jones, if I find out later that you did not fulfil your end of the bargain, life will become...very unpleasant for you." I had the distinct feeling I'd better take Mr. Gervis at his word. "OK, I'll see what I can do." "Would it be possible to, uh, actually witness the--" "NO. Absolutely not. If it happens you will receive a tape via our mutual acquaintance. If it doesn't, sorry. In any case, I do not invite 'guests'. It's way too risky." For a long while, he was silent, staring at me coldly, then all at once he broke into a satisfied smile. "Good answer, Mr. Jones! You have the proper instincts for self preservation -- I appreciate that." "Comes with the business," I mumbled. He chuckled, his smiled broadened, and for a moment I thought he was going to bust out laughing. The man was positively *ecstatic*. "Yes, I imagine it does," he said, then, after a long wishful sigh, added, "Shall we discuss money?" Let's just say I enjoyed the discussion. CHAPTER 2 By the time I had dragged myself out of bed, showered and shaved Lisa was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. She was dressed casually, blue jeans and pullover t-shirt, and for a moment I stood in the doorway admiring her slim waist, firm butt and the slow, graceful, utterly feminine way with which she moved about the stove. "Lucky you," I thought. I greeted her as usual -- a quick squeeze around the waist and a kiss on the cheek. "Mornin' hon," she replied, wiping the french toast batter from her fingers. "You know, Tim was really looking forward to this trip. You gonna tell him, or do I?" "Mmmmm...I will. I mean, this *is* business and it's only fair I break the bad news. Tell you what though, after this job lets take a vacation - a REAL vacation. Think you can talk old hard-ass into a week away from the grind?" Lisa, to provide us some legitimate income cover, works as a topless dancer. She's a very good one, I might add. "Well, I can always try." Lisa replied, smiling that far-away smile she gets when thinking of sun and beaches. "Hi Mom," came Tim's voice from the doorway, "What's for breakfast?" "French toast. C'mon over." Tim sauntered over, then Lisa leaned down and they exchanged a light, open-mouth kiss. For all practical purposes, Lisa and I are husband and wife. We live together, share the bills, have a joint checking account, all that happy domestic horseshit. I will not say we are lovers because...well, sex with Lisa is very different. You see, Lisa has been sexually active (quite literally) since she was six years old. It started innocently enough -- after bath strip-teases for her older brother, letting him examine her, things like that. Sometimes she would put on a show for a few of the neighborhood boys, but it wasn't until a baby-sitter caught her dancing naked for Greg (her brother) one evening and then more or less forced her to suck him off while she watched and masturbated that Lisa's 'shows' became truly sexual. From that point on, sex for Lisa meant performing -- in front of the guys and later, when one of her girlfriends introduced her to lez sex, with the girls also. She wasn't bashful about it either. She tells me that for her eleventh birthday, she hosted a gang-bang for three of her favorite boys (including Greg) then, that night, did the equivalent for her girlfriends. Eventually an uncle found out about his highly sexed niece, made a few inquiries, and set her up. Between the ages of 11 to 13, Lisa did countless photo shoots and at least a half dozen kiddie porn films. Unfortunately, the uncle got careless, Lisa became pregnant, and the whole thing blew up. (The uncle, I understand, died in prison on child molestation charges. Lisa, however, never let on about the tapes.) Her folks, a real bible-thumping lot, kicked her out of the house and there was no one to take her in except Greg. Lisa does not talk about him alot, but I know that she was deeply in love with him - more than she will ever be with me. He did get her to finish high school and put her life somewhat back in order. Anyway, to make a long story short, two weeks after Lisa graduated, Greg was killed in an auto accident -- and Lisa was on her own. She tried to make it doing 'legit' (as she puts it) stuff; waitressing, secretarial work, that sort of thing, but the truth is Lisa's talent is performing sex, and she finally worked her way back into the film business. She did a few adult porn movies, but her heart wasn't into it. She needed kids. Emotionally, yes -- she wants and needs a 'normal' adult relationship, but sexually she prefers young teenage boys (like Tim) or, occasionally, a girl like Kelly. After a while she started looking up her old contacts. She ran into Mike, he introduced us, and from there we became...best friends, shall we say. Oh, sometimes we do make love, but more often than not she simply wants me there, watching while her and Tim get it on. The camera stuff came as an afterthought - she picked it up by being around it most of her life. Tim is not her son, but they like to pretend, and having him around makes things easier for all of us. As far as my sexual history goes, you don't want to know. We sat down to breakfast, and as Lisa predicted, Tim wasn't too pleased with our change in plans ("fucking bummer" is how he put it). "Now Tim" Lisa chided "it's just been postponed, that's all. We still have all day tomorrow, right?" I nodded assent, very ernestly. "Yeah, well," Tim complained, "we already done two films this week. Why we gotta do a third?" "Because," I replied, "the client offered us a whole shitlo- uh, lots of money to do it, that's why." Tim took a few more bites of french toast in silence. "Ummm...do I gotta, like, get involved in this too?" he finally asked. I shrugged, "Probably not. The client's more interested in seeing this pair. However, Kelly will undoubtedly drop by, and if you two want to work out something for afterwards that's fine by me." "We'll see..." Tim mumbled, turning his attention back to his breakfast. After the dishes were done, Tim helped drag out the lights then Lisa and I set up the bedroom studio. I didn't have any idea of how experienced the twins were at this sort of thing, so I figured I better keep it simple -- two on a bed, standard S&F (suck and fuck) action. Lisa was just getting the power cords taped down when the downstairs buzzer went off. I went to the front door and turned on the security speaker. "The crews all here." Mike's voice was soft, and he sounded... tentative? Unsure? I thought for a moment. We have a code word meaning trouble (law or otherwise) and I spoke it. He replied, negatively. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Alright Mike, whats up?" "Ummm, nothing serious...I guess." "What do you mean - you guess?!" "Look, just let us in. I'll explain, OK?" I paused. What could it be? Mike is very good at what he does and I never had cause to worry -- except at that moment, I finally identified the tone in his voice. Mike sounded a little like a boy who was telling his mom he had just thrown a baseball thru the neighbors window. He'd screwed up -- or at least thought he had. "Alright," I replied with a sigh. I buzzed them on up. Kelly, as usual, was the first thru the door -- greeting me with a smile and Lisa with an enthusiastic hug. Mike appeared next, his arms draped around two young kids which he half guided, half shoved thru the doorway. They were twins alright -- except for the hair style and the two small mounds (bumps, really) on the chest of the one to Mike's left, I could hardly tell them apart. The girl was actually kinda pretty; light brown hair, soft blue eyes, and a pug nose. The boy (of course) shared her features, but with his short, almost military, haircut the look was more handsome than 'pretty-boy'. "Come on in" I greeted the pair. Mike uncurled his arms from around their shoulders. The boy wobbled slightly as he introduced himself and his sister. "Hi. Uh...I'm Eric. This is Cheryl...Cherie, I mean." Cheryl raised her hand to her mouth. "Hi" she giggled thru her fingers, and Eric gave her a sloppy, un-coordinated poke in the ribs. I took a long look into Cheryl's eyes. Oh shit. They were both stoked to the gills. "Mike," I whispered thru clenched teeth "you better have a damn good expla-" when I was silenced by the sound of shuffling feet. Oh shit. Again. Standing in the doorway, almost hidden behind Mike, was the cutest little child I'd ever seen. With her shiny blond hair cascading in loose curls around her shoulders, china blue eyes, round cherub face, and dressed in a powder-blue knee length dress, she looked every bit the archetype sweet, innocent angel. She couldn't have been a day over seven years old. "Mike," I said quietly, "you *really* better have a good explanation." CHAPTER 3 "Hey, man -- I'm truly sorry, but that's the way Daddy handed 'em to me." I had dragged Mike into the far corner of the room, allowing Lisa to huddle in private with our two thoroughly stoned performers. Meanwhile, the little girl (who introduced herself as Candice) had wondered into the middle of the room, staring in fascination at the floor camera until Tim finally took her hand and lead her away to a big stuffed chair we keep opposite the bed. Kelly was leaning against the doorway that separated the bedroom from the hallway, casually munching on an apple. "Dammit Mike, you know how I hate surprizes. I expected *two*, not three, and I expected them ready to perform. Christ, we'll probably spend half the day waiting for Eric to get it up! And...what's-her-name..." "--Cheryl." "Yeah. And Cherie sure isn't in any shape to assist!" "OK, OK," Mike soothed, "I know what your thinking, but Daddy-o said not to worry. Apparently they do this all the time -- get stoned then fuck up a storm. And believe me, they *do* fuck. I've seen it." He grinned. "Yeah, I bet you have." I jerked my head in the direction of Tim and Candice. "What about her?" I asked. "He said to take her along -- apparently she's use to this." "Use to what?" I inquired. "Getting dumped off in strange places with the twins." Mike replied. I rolled my eyes. "Right. Look, next time, tell 'Daddy-o' we are not a babysitting service." I glanced at Candice again; now she was sitting crosslegged in the chair, on top of Tim's lap, facing him. Kelly had wandered over to sit on the armrest next to Tim, and as I watched, Candice tossed her head back, giggling at some story Tim was telling. God, she was cute! "Does she...participate?" I let my voice trail. Mike shrugged. I've done films featuring girls as young as Candice before, but it's delicate work. Other than receiving oral sex or perhaps playing with a guys dick before the main action starts there isn't much a girl her age will do without considerable persuading. Still, while I didn't think I was going to be able to use her now, I definitely wanted to keep Candice in mind for later. Tim, after all, needed to get over his fear of licking young pussies... "Well, alright..." I sighed, bringing my thoughts back to the task at hand, "but I sure hope to hell those two kids can do the job." ************** Ten minutes later, I was still trying to find out. The twins were sitting on the edge of the bed, Eric with his lower legs dangling over the edge while Cheryl had her knees curled to her chest, leaning against her brother for support. Eric was ready to go -- he had his shirt off and pants unsnapped -- but Cheryl was having problems. "Come on babe, it's okay," Eric soothed, wrapping his arm around her shoulder to keep her from toppling off the bed, "I'll be right here with you." Cheryl eyed me with suspicion, and the big floor camera with something close to dread. Clearly she was uncomfortable with the camera. That happens sometimes, and when it does, Lisa and I have learned to deal with it. Usually all it takes is a promise not to get too close (it *is* rather intrusive), or to use only the video-cam. Other times we have to use a little...persuasion, shall we say. I was prepared for that, but I was really hoping to avoid ganging up on her -- she seemed skittish enough as it was. "Cheryl," I kept my voice soft and friendly, "I know the camera and lights are kinda distracting sometimes, but once you get going you'll forget all about them -- honest." "You didn't mind it when old man Hanson shot those Polaroids, did you?" Eric chimed in. "Yea, but...but..." Her voice trailed into silence. "Go on" I encouraged. "That was different. I was fucking Billy, not...not you." Cheryl turned and put her face against her brothers shoulder. Oh. I got it, and so did Lisa. In a flash she had joined them on the bed, sitting down right next to Cheryl. She put her arm around her, every bit the loving, concerned adult. "Cheryl?" she asked gently. "Huh?" "Fucking your brother is somethin' special for you, right?" Cheryl's eyes popped open, then she lifted her head from Eric's shoulder and twisted around to stare into Lisa's eyes. The look on Cheryl's face was a mixture of incredulous disbelief and wonder. "How you know!?" she demanded. "'Cause I've done it too." Lisa replied softly, matter-of-factly "We were lovers, just like you and Eric. And one time I let a friend take pictures of us, just like now. It worked out OK." For a long while, Cheryl was silent, searching Lisa's face for signs of a lie. There was none (of course) and once again I thanked my lucky stars for Lisa. "Really?" Cheryl sounded almost...hopeful. "Honest." Cheryl turned to her brother. "You...you really don't mind?" Eric shook his head. If Cheryl had only bothered to look down at her brother's lap she would have had the answer, but that didn't concern me now. For the first time all afternoon, I felt like we would have a film. CHAPTER 4 Slowly Cheryl uncurled herself from her brother's side, then rather awkwardly (she was still a bit wobbly from the effects of the maryjane) put her feet on the floor and stood. Lisa grabbed an arm to steady her, then they both started removing her clothes; Lisa unbuttoning Cheryl's blouse and sliding it off her shoulders while Eric unsnapped the fly on his sister's jeans and pushed them down her legs. Cheryl wore no bra (not that she really needed one) and her small breasts stood high and proud, the dark nipples hard and erect. Lisa took a step back, holding Cheryl at arms length while she appraised the young girls budding womanhood. "You're very pretty, Cheryl," she said with a warm, genuine smile, "I think Eric is one lucky guy." Cheryl giggled. "Don't I know..." Eric grinned as he sent his sister's panties to join the jeans about her feet. He held her arms as she clumsily stepped out of them. Cheryl's pussy mound was covered with a thin fuzz of brown pubic hair, and as she lifted her legs to step out of her clothes I caught a quick glimpse of her swollen pussy lips. Mmmm, I thought, this may turn out better than I expected. Eric quickly shucked his pants and shorts then climbed onto the bed, kneeling down to face the foot. His dick was nothing to write home about (it was maybe two thirds the size of Tim's), but he did have a nice crop of pubic hair and it made him appear older than his thirteen years. "Come on," Eric motioned to his sister, "down in front." Obediently Cheryl turned and crawled onto the bed, then knelt down on all fours in front of her brother, her mouth level with his cock. It was obvious that this position was familiar to them both. I didn't bother with trying to direct an opening scene; I just stepped back, turned on the camera, and got them in focus. Meanwhile, Lisa grabbed the video-cam and quickly sat herself down at the foot of the bed where she could film Cheryl's bitch-presenting pussy. After an adjustment or two, Lisa looked up and nodded. "OK kids," I said softly, "anytime..." Eric reached down and put his hands on either side of Cheryl's head, intertwining his fingers in her thick hair. "Cherie..." he said softly as she looked up. For a long moment, they stared into each others eyes, then rather abruptly, Cheryl dropped her face, opened wide, and guided her brother's dick into her waiting mouth. Eric groaned, softly. I would have never guessed, but Cheryl turned out to be an inventive little cock-sucker. She engulfed her brother's cock-shaft, taking it right down to the root, then sucking hard she slowly raised her head, allowing Eric's glistening, saliva-coated sex organ to slide from between her lips. As soon as she got to where only the head remained in her mouth, she reversed direction and again gobbled his cock. She did this four or five times, each time giving me (whether or not she realized it) some great oral close-ups. After the fifth time, she let Eric's dick slip completely from her mouth, so she could lick the shaft. The pink of Cheryl's small tongue contrasted nicely with Eric's dark purple cock-head, and I enjoyed the way she lovingly licked at Eric's flared piss-hole (it's as if she were trying to coax more of her brother's pre-cum onto her tongue). After a while, she turned her attention to his balls, gently sucking each testicle in turn, while at the same time reaching back to grab her own pussy. Lisa quickly brought the camera up close, getting some exquisite shots of Cheryl's finger slipping back and forth across her little, pink clit while I filmed Cheryl licking up and down her brother's cock-shaft. Before long, the little teen had worked both her brother's dick back into her mouth and a finger into her vagina. She resumed her bob and suck action, but this time Eric started thrusting back. "Mmmm...no," she mumbled quietly, putting the hand from her crotch and placing it against his hips to slow his fucking motions. Again the two sibs exchanged long gazes, only this time Cheryl had her brother's dick deep in her mouth. "I wanna be inside you," Eric groaned. Cheryl nodded, then releasing her brothers dick, flopped over onto her back, legs spread. Her eyes never left her brothers face. "Please...make me cum." Her voice was soft and pleading. "I wanna cum so bad, can't ya do that for me, huh?" Cheryl had most definitely forgotten all about Lisa and me. "Yeah, fer sure," Eric answered, very casual like, then he quickly scrambled over to kneel between her legs. "Eric," Lisa called softly, "Try lifting her knees up so I can..." It was no use -- Eric wasn't paying any attention to us either. He stretched himself over his sister's spread eagle form, supporting himself by one elbow as he reached down to grab his dick. "Ready?" he asked as he pressed his saliva-slicked cock head against Cheryl's weeping pussy. "Okay, just make me cu-- Oouuuuuh!" Her words dissolved into a sharp gasp of pain as Eric collapsed on top of her, driving his cock into her body in one fast, hard stroke. Lisa winced. "Not very elegant, is he?" she mouthed silently. I nodded. It wasn't very good sex. After the initial penetration, Eric propped himself up onto his elbows and then proceeded to pound his manhood into his sister's pussy -- and he wasn't particularly imaginative about it, either. It was just thrust, withdraw, thrust; hell, it was as if he were trying to *stab* her with the damned thing. For her part Cheryl had both hands wrapped around Eric's ass cheeks, trying to force him into some kind of steady rhythm, but Eric didn't (or couldn't) respond. Cheryl's face was a blank - eyes closed and lips slightly parted as she concentrated on the mechanics of fucking while all Eric did was drop his head down and grunt in time with his thrusts. There was no kissing, no dirty talk, no lustful grins, no loving smiles -- no nothing. We couldn't even get a 'cock in pussy' shot; Eric had his thighs together, and after a few moments of twisting and turning, Lisa gave up and set the cam-corder aside. Oh well, I thought, it wasn't the hottest sex I'd ever filmed, but it was sex and Mr. Gervis couldn't very well complain. I turned to ask Lisa if she wanted to try a few shots with the floor camera when I caught something out of the corner of my eye. Well now, Mr. Gervis *could* complain. CHAPTER 5 It was Candice. She was still sitting in Tim's lap, but instead of facing him, she had turned to sit with her back to Tim's chest. Her legs were splayed wide, feet dangling over the edge of the chair, and with one hand, Tim had bunched up the front of her dress to her waist. Tim's other hand was softly stroking the inside of her milky-white thigh, down low where it met her crotch. Candice, meanwhile, had both hands cupped over her panty-clad pussy mound and was furiously rubbing up and down -- I mean, that kid was really getting into it! I motioned to Lisa to grab the cam-corder, this was simply to good to pass up! I checked my video monitor one last time, making sure I still had the floor camera trained on the twins, then I turned my full attention to Tim and Candice. Candice had leaned the back of her head against Tim's chest and her eyes were tightly closed; she was not aware of Lisa or the video-cam pointed directly at her lewdly exposed crotch. However, Tim was -- and with a sly grin, he slipped the tip of his middle finger under the legband of Candice's frilly panties. Candice paused for just a second, then spread her legs even wider! Another of Tim's fingers disappeared into her panty leg - he appeared to be working his fingertips into Candice's pussy slit even as the little seven year old continued to palm her cunny. Suddenly, Candice stopped, grabbed Tim's hand, and started sawing his fingers up and down her crotch. "C'mon....rub meeeeee!" she whined, franticly undulating her hips. By this time Lisa was motioning for Tim to pull Candice's crotch panel aside so she could get a clear shot. Tim let go of the front of Candice's dress, but Kelly -- who had been watching the preceding from her perch on the armrest -- beat him to it: she reached down, and with one swift motion, jerked Candice's panties aside, revealing her pussy in all it's plump, pre-pubescent loveliness. I don't think I've ever seen such a pretty, well developed pussy on a girl Candice's age. The lips were red, swollen and slightly parted, revealing the inner pink of her most private little-girl places. Her mons was very prominent, with a deep cleft, and her clit was clearly visible, peaking above her labia. Tim had his fingers on either side of Candice's vulva, and as I watched, he pulled the little girls pussy lips completely apart, exposing her vagina and the rest of her clitoris. "God, look at that thing!" Kelly exclaimed. Her clit was HUGE, dangling from her labia at least an inch. Kelly slid off the armrest then twisted around to kneel at the side of the chair, her head bent over Candice's lap in wonder. By this time, of course, Candice was well aware that her pussy was uncovered, but she seemed not to care -- after a moments hesitation, she simply slid her hand under Tim's and went right back to rubbing her oversized sex-button. Tim, still holding Candice's pussy wide open, extended his middle finger and pressed it against the little girl's vagina. Candice twisted and turned, rubbing her slit up and down Tim's extended digit as she worked to bring herself off. Meanwhile, Kelly dropped her head lower, bringing her mouth closer and closer to the little girl's cunny. "Wait, Kel-" Lisa warned as she stood up and moved to one side, seeking a better position. Kelly tore her eyes away from Candice's crotch long enough to figure out where Lisa was standing, then with a quick jerk of her head, flipped her hair out of the way. She remained poised thus, looking at Lisa, waiting. Lisa pulled the video-cam back to her shoulder. "Go ahead," Lisa voiced, and the words were barely out of her mouth before Kelly had her head turned and her tongue buried smack in the middle of Candice's sex slit. It was as if someone had hit Candice with an electric charge. She didn't make a sound or cry out, she just went totally stiff; raising her butt off of Tim's lap as her body clenched. Kelly made little, wet huffing and puffing sounds, twisting her head back and forth as she licked the seven-year-old's cunt. Meanwhile, Tim, while continuing to hold Candice's pussy lips spread for Kelly's tongue, placed his other hand over Candice's chest and started twisting her nipples thru the fabric. There was no doubt that between them Tim and Kelly were going to drive the youngster to a climax -- Candice's stiffened legs started to tremble as she ground her crotch into Kelly's face. Suddenly, Candice let out a little cry and collapsed, her body limp. Kelly kept her face buried between Candice's legs until the little blond pushed her away, then Kelly too seemed to collapse, sinking back on her haunches as she pulled her head from Candice's lap. With a long, ragged sigh, Candice rolled onto her side, and in the few seconds before Kelly released the crotch of Candice's panties, I (and Lisa) got a great view of the young girl's shiny pussy, newly wet with Kelly's saliva. Candice finally pulled her knees to her chest, curling herself into a little ball in Tim's lap, a relaxed after-cum smile on her face. Lisa and I stared at one another in amazement. "Wow, that was HOT!" Lisa exclaimed, and I was about to add my own exclamation when we were interrupted by the sound of the headboard banging against the wall. CHAPTER 6 Throughout Tim and Candice's impromptu sex show, Eric had continued to bang away at his sister, to the point where he had managed to slide both their bodies several inches closer to the head of the bed. I turned back to my camera monitor, expecting to see only a pair of headless torsos fucking away, but luck was with me - they were both still in frame. Eric seemed to have slowed down some, but he was still thrusting very hard, and the intense, slack-jawed expression on his face told me that he was close to cumming. Cheryl, I think, had given up trying to guide her brother and was content merely to take his dick and hope she could get to orgasm before he did. Every once in a while she would groan about cumming. The twins kept at this hard, eriely silent, animalistic coupling for another minute or two before Eric suddenly pulled up short, visibly straining his crotch against his sisters. "AUGGGGGGGGGG.....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK!!" He came with a loud groan, his body rigid and shaking. Cheryl raised her legs off the bed, then slammed them back down as her brother fell on top of her. "Uffff! -- Damn you!" Cheryl cried, voice full of irritation, and then the two teens lay tangled together, Eric sprawled over his sister, Cheryl's fingers digging into his ass cheeks as she continued to press her brother's dick into her pussy. Eventually Cheryl dropped her hands from her brothers butt and lay still. That was it, and after a bit I reached up and turned off the camera. Mr. Gervis had his film. CHAPTER 7 "Off me," Cheryl groaned. Slowly Eric raised himself off his sisters body till he was sitting on his haunches, his slimy, sperm covered dick dangling limp between his legs. Cheryl's hips were slowly rotating and she kept tightening her ass cheeks -- it was as if she were still absorbing the thrusts of some private, unseen lover. The room was silent, save for Eric's deep breathing and Cheryl's soft, guttural moaning. Even Candice and Tim had quieted down. I glanced around and noticed that Candice, while still curled in Tim's lap, was now staring at her older brother in rapt, wide-eyed attention. "Make...me...cum!" Cheryl groaned again, and there was no way we could miss the demanding, almost *angry* frustration in her tone. "Uh...yeah, right...like I, uh, I will babe..." His voice trailed into an embarrassed silence. Eric stared down at his sister's widely spread legs, dragged a shaky hand thru his short hair, then glanced up quickly at the camera. I caught a look of desperation, mixed with something close to panic. He'd failed her, and judging by the way he was acting, this wasn't the first time. He muttered something under his breath then started looking about franticly: first at me, then back over his shoulder at Lisa, then at Tim and Candice. Tim had his head bowed, lips pressed against Candice's soft curls as he whispered something in her ear. Eric stared at the two, in silence. "Hey - you!" Eric called sharply. Tim lifted his head, startled. "You wanna piece?" he asked, nodding his head in the direction of his sister. "I mean...she's got a real tight pussy -- really gets a guy off, ya know." To that last statement he added a weak, pleading smile. It took a few seconds before Eric's 'offer' (if that's what you could call it) registered, and when it did poor Tim didn't quite know how to handle it -- he stared at Eric, bewildered, unsure what to do next. He looked to Lisa for direction, but she just raised her hands and shrugged, indicating that the decision was up to him. Kelly, for her part, sat on the floor at his feet, a big smirk on her face (I think she was enjoying this, and I don't mean sexually). Tim finally looked down at Candice, who was staring back at him with that same wide-eyed attention she had earlier bestowed on her older brother. "Is he for real?" Tim asked, incredulously. The little seven year old didn't really understand the full question, at least like you or I would, but she knew what Tim was getting at. "Sometimes, you know, Eric does stuff like this." I think that's what Tim needed to hear. He paused for a moment, then after a thoughtful nod slid Candice off his lap and got to his feet. CHAPTER 8 "Alright, I'm game," Tim said quietly as he pulled his sweatshirt over his head. His cock was tent-polling the front of his sweats, and as Eric crawled over his sister's body to sit down next to her head, Tim pulled off his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear (Tim rarely did) and Eric stared openly at his stiff dick. "Hey, man, be easy with her," Eric warned. Tim ignored him; his attention was focused completely on Cheryl's young body as he climbed onto the bed to kneel between her thighs. Cheryl's eyes were half-closed and she had a hand cupped over her pussy, rubbing herself. As I watched, she dipped a finger into her cum filled vagina, then scooped up a drollup of her and her brother's combined sex-juices and smeared them across her clit. Softly she groaned Eric's name -- she didn't seem to realize that he was no longer between her legs. Tim took Cheryl's hand and gently moved it out of the way, then slipped his own hands under her knees. "Cheryl?" he called softly. Slowly Cheryl opened her eyes. "Huh?" she voiced in confusion. "You need to spread as wide as you can -- OK?" Tim kept his voice soft and matter of fact, "It's for the camera. Don't worry," he quickly added, "I'm not gonna hurt you -- this'll get you off real good." With a shy, almost apologetic smile, he tugged at her legs, and after a moments hesitation, Cheryl relaxed, letting Tim pull her knees back to her chest till her pussy was pointing straight up at the ceiling. Cheryl glanced down at her lewdly exposed cunt, then back up at Tim. Her eyes were wide and round in wonder (and a touch of fear, I think). "Your gonna..." her voice was all soft and whispery like, "...with me like this?" Tim nodded. "Ohhh..." Cheryl breathed. Tim scooted into position, his cock lined up directly with Cheryl's cuntal opening. Suddenly he stopped, eyeing Cheryl's crotch. Eric had deposited quite a load of semen into his sister's belly and the overflow was everywhere -- running down her ass cheeks, smeared across her thighs. For a long while, Tim gazed silently at Cheryl's cum soaked pussy. Finally he turned and looked back over his shoulder at Lisa. "Uh...you mind if I use a condom?" Tim asked, rather sheepishly. Eric, who had been hunched over his sisters face, caressing her hair, looked up -- completely startled. "Huh?" he voiced. Then, "hey, HEY! -- You sayin' my sister ain't clean enough for you!!?" Eric glared darkly at Timothy, and I noticed he had one hand curled into a loose fist. Oh no, I thought, just what we need. "Uh..." Tim's voice was soft, wary, "N-no. I just...you know..." "Eric," Lisa interrupted, "some guys don't like sloppy seconds, that's all. It's nothing personal -- right Tim?" Timothy nodded, eagerly. "Besides," Lisa continued, and her voice took on a harder edge, "I was going to ask him to use one anyway. Standard precautions, you understand." She smiled, but it was without humor. Eric glared at Tim for a while longer, then finally shook his head and went back to caressing his sister's face. I started breathing again. Lisa quickly produced the little foil covered condom packet and tossed it onto the bed. Timothy, just as quickly, tore it open with his teeth and rolled the latex onto his shaft. As Lisa took her position at the foot of the bed, Tim, once again, got himself and Cheryl properly situated. "Alright folks, one more time," I said. Cheryl closed her eyes. I really enjoy a good penetration shot, and Tim had set Lisa up for a doozy. With Cheryl's legs tucked tightly to her chest and her pussy pointing skyward, all he had to do was lean forward and down, and he did -- parting her swollen pussy lips with his dick, revealing the coral red of Cheryl's inner pussy. Ever so slowly Tim pressed his bulbous cock head into Cheryl's sex channel, and as it sank past the tightened opening, she let out a small gasp. Tim hesitated for a second, checking Cheryl's face for signs of pain, then resumed his slow but unstoppable penetration. By now Lisa had crawled up onto the bed to join them. She had the camera as close as she could get it; inches from Cheryl's asshole and pussy, filming the young teen's pussy lips as they molded themselves around Tim's thick, invading cock shaft. It was magnificent. Pretty soon, Tim had himself balls deep into her pussy. He leaned over, pressing his pubic bone against Cheryl's clit. Cheryl responded by softly moaning; it was as if Tim's deeply buried dick was pressing the air out of her lungs and across her vocal cords. "Uhhh...pleeeeeezzzzzz..." groaned Cheryl. Tim backed off a little, raising his body just enough to let Cheryl slip her legs out from under his chest. Cheryl practically knocked the camera out of Lisa's hand as she straightened out, then almost immediately Cheryl wrapped her feet around Tim's ankles and her arms around Tim's lower back. Tim, with his strong arms taking most of his weight, started rotating his hips in a slow, easy fuck. "Oh God," Cheryl whispered in a trembley voice. "Hang on, babe," Tim replied, kissing the top of her head. Cheryl wasn't exactly a small girl but Tim seemed to tower over her, his muscular body tense and hard. He swung his hips back and forth in a wide arc, and I'm pretty sure (based on Cheryl's quiet gasps) that he was hitting the bottom of her cuntal passage on every downstroke. After the first few thrusts, Cheryl started working her feet up Tim's legs, opening her cunny wide, shifting her pelvis so that her clit ground against Tim's pubic bone. Eric was still kneeling beside his sister, holding her head in his hands as he caressed the side of her face. "Good for ya?" Eric whispered. "GoonnnaaaCummmmmm..." Cheryl groaned. "You bet....." Tim added, driving his hips harder now against Cheryl's wide open crotch. Cheryl arched her back, splaying her legs flat against the bed. Tim bent his head, taking a quick lick at her nipple. "Ahhhhh...just fuck me!" Cheryl whined as she pulled his face towards hers. They tried to kiss, but there mouths hardly made contact before parting -- Cheryl was simply too far gone. She was gasping for air, turning her head from side to side when Tim finally took her over the edge. "Oh god...Oh no...Oh no...Oh NO...OHHHHHHHHAGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!" It's been a long time since I've seen anyone cum as hard as Cheryl did that day. She simply lost control, wildly bucking her crotch against Tim's pubis, throwing her body back and forth, her screams of ecstasy so loud it had me wondering if she was going to be able to talk afterwards (Mike told me later she literally pegged the sound meter). Tim gave her a few more good, hard fucks then he too started to cum, his deep groans adding to the din. God, it was wild! Tim finished his cum quickly, but Cheryl must have remained in climax for a good twenty seconds before issuing a final, high pitched whoop and collapsing, her limp body pinned underneath Tim's prostrate form. After all the screaming, the sudden silence was actually kind of unnerving. I turned to Lisa, but she was staring intently at Cheryl's face. Cheryl was softly weeping, tears leaking from her tightly closed eyes. Eric quickly took his sisters head in his hands again. "Oh babe -- it's okay," he whispered. "Is she alright?" Tim asked. I was wondering the same thing. "Yeah," Eric mumbled. He was bent low over his sisters head, kissing her cheek and wiping the tears. "She gets this way sometimes." He looked up, eyeing Tim. "Uh...you done her good," He bit his lower lip. "Thanks," he added, soft and embarrassed like, then went back to comforting his sister. ************** After that, we were all pretty exhausted, and Cheryl seemed absolutely drained, clinging tightly to her brother as he and Lisa got her cleaned up and back into her clothes. Candice (whom we had all sort of forgotten about) wondered over to sit on the edge of the bed with Tim, leaning her head against Tim's chest as he absently stroked her curls. Lisa managed to get Mike into a corner (out of earshot of the twins) to say a few words about getting Candice back for a session all her own. Afterwards, I thanked Eric and Cheryl then handed the money to Mike. "What'd I tell you?" he grinned. "I know, I know..." I replied. With that Mike hustled the kids out of the room. Tim was still sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing silently at the door when Kelly got to her feet. "Hey, Tim, you were great!" "Yeah, thanks," Tim replied, absently. "No, really--" Kelly's voice was soft and sincere, "--it uh...it really turned me on -- if ya know what I mean." Tim looked at Kelly quizzically, then followed her gaze down to his dick. "Oh." He said quietly. "I think what Kelly is trying to say," Lisa added as she sauntered over to join them, "is that between Cheryl and that little act with Candice you got us both creaming our panties." Tim looked at Lisa, then at Kelly. "Bo- both of you?" Tim replied, his eyes growing wide. "Don't worry hon' -- your young." Lisa smiled sweetly, her eyes twinkling. She reached for his hand and pulled Tim upright, then both Kelly and Lisa put an arm around his waist. "Hey, at least let me wash up first!" he protested with a laugh. "No problem," Lisa replied, guiding him to the door, Kelly in tow. As she got to the door, she looked over her shoulder at me, smiling. "Care to join us?" she asked. Well, I thought to myself, our vacation has started a bit early. ********************************************************************** That's all (for now). Comments are very much appreciated, please address them to Sxjames@aol.com. Until next time.... Regards, S.P. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----