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The Twins
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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 time - and had about made up my mind to the
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-dammed thing."
I dragged my hand from under the pillow, draped it over the
nightstand then 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 gonna 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 your 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*.
"Dam" 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 thing 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 individual's judgment so one miserably wet day late in 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 to 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....assurances that what I am watching is
authentic. Documentation - the names and birth certificates, perhaps.
And understand Mr. Jones - if I find out latter than you did not fulfil
your end of the bargain life will become....very unpleasant for you.
I got the strong feeling that Mr. Gervis meant what he said.
"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 to 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 bust out laughing. The man was positively *estatic*. "Yes, I
imagine it does" he said then, after long wishful sigh, added
"Shall we discuss money?"
Lets 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 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 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 twelve year old
brother, letting him exam 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 her brother one evening and
then more or less forced her to suck him off while she watched (and
masturbated) that her '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 her three favorite boys (including
her brother) then, that night, did the equivalent for her girlfriends.
Eventually an uncle found out about his highly sexed niece, made a few
inquires, and set her up. Between the ages of 11 to 13 Lisa did more
kiddie porn films than she could remember. 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 her brother. 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 he was killed by a drunk driver - 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 to
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.
"Yea, 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 shitloa- 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, uh, 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 us 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 kids 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 had just
broke his moms favorite vase, or 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 as he half guided, half shoved them
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 dam good
expla-" and 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"
"Yea. 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.
"Yea, 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 Eric and Cheryl." 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 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, uh, 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 sign
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 jean 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 a 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 started 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 as 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 defiantly
forgotten all about Lisa and I. "Yea - '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 simply
propped himself up onto his elbows and pounded his manhood deep into his
sister's pussy - and he wasn't particularly imaginative about it,
either. It was just thrust, withdrawn, thrust; hell, it was as if he
were trying to *stab* her with the dammed 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, 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 trusts. There was no kissing, no
dirty talk or lustful grins, no loving smiles - no nothing. We couldn't
even get a 'cock in pussy' shots; Eric has his thighs together and after
a few moment 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 to ask 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 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, just to make 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 puss, certainly not 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 girls 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 barley out of her mouth
before Kelly had her head turned and her tongue buried smack in the
middle of the Candice's pussy slit.
It was as if someone has 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. Tim had his other hand over Candice's
chest, twisting her nipples thru the fabric, and there was no doubt that
Tim and Kelly were driving the youngster close to something like 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 girl 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 started 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 were 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 his against
his sisters.
"AUGGGGGGGGGG.....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK!!"
He came with a load groan, his body ridged and shaking. Cheryl
raised her legs off the bed, then slammed them back down as her brother
fell on top of her. "Uffff! - Dam 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 checks - 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 step-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...yea, right.....like I, uh, I will babe...." His voice trailed
into an embarrassed silence. Eric started 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. For
a long while Eric started 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 step-brother.
"Is he for real?!" Tim asked, incredulously. The little seven year
old didn't really understand the 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 gently 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.
"Shit 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 scooping up a drollup of her and her brother's combined
sex-juices 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 began to relax, 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 checks, 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 shit, 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 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 un-stoppable
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 respond by softly
moaning; it was as if Tim's deeply buried dick was pressing the air out
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 ankles around Tim's feet 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 on every thrust. 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 to far gone. She was gasping for
air, turning her head from side to side when Tim finally took her over
the edge.
"Ohgod.....Ohno......Ohno...OhNO..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 latter 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 streaming 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, voice full of concern. 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, there wasn't much else to do. 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 the
little seven year old back for a session all her own. Afterwards, I
thanked Eric and Cheryl for a good film 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 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.
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