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Copyright © 1998, T. Allen Strange. ALL Rights Reserved
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This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
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the written permission of the author. This story may be freely
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distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted
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by writing tallenstrange@mrdouble.com.
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WARNING!! THIS STORY DEPICTS SEXUAL INTERCOURSE
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BETWEEN AN ADULT AND A MINOR CHILD!! THE STORY IS
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ABOUT INCEST! IF THIS TYPE OF STORY OFFENDS YOU, THEN
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**READ NO FURTHER!!!**
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THIS MATERIAL IS NOT INTENDED FOR CHILDREN OR
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ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN (18) YEARS OF AGE!!
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ALL PLACES, EVENTS, AND PERSONS DEPICTED IN THE STORY
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ARE FICTIONAL. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANY PERSONS,
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ALIVE OR DEAD, ARE COINCIDENCE, SELF-INDUCED
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DELUSION, AN OVER-ACTIVE IMAGINATION, OR WISHFUL THINKING!!
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ANY PERSONS **STILL** READING THIS STORY HAVE NO
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OBJECTIONS COMING TO THEM REGARDING THE CONTENTS
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OF THE SAME.
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m/f, mm/f, M/f, Mm/f, MF/f, m/F, con, non-con, S&M, B&D
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HOUSE OF SECRETS
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By
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T. Allen Strange
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CHAPTER TWO
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The next morning at breakfast Thomas acted the same toward
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Heather as though nothing had happened. She, on the other hand,
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kept casting sidelong glances in his direction. When he would
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catch her looking at him she would blush and quickly look away.
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Thomas knew she was having trouble dealing with it. That
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bothered him.
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Heather was basically a very good girl no matter what
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happened last night, and if her conscience got to bothering her
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too much she might just defy him. He had a good thing here and
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he intended to make sure she was never able to refuse him,
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regardless of what he wanted her to do!
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The question was how? He pondered that question all through
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breakfast. By the time Heather and Laura were clearing the
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table after they'd finished eating he had a plan.
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Parents didn't get summer vacation like them, and their folks
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would be leaving for work soon. As soon as he finished eating
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he returned to the room he shared with his brother and ransacked
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the closet. It took a while but he finally found what he was
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looking for. It was an old Lone Ranger's mask last worn several
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years ago at Halloween. He grinned. It would do nicely!
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Thomas went into the bathroom and rummaged through the
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medicine cabinet until he found a box of cotton balls. He
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removed two and returned to his room. Randy was just leaving.
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"I'm going over to Doug's house. You coming?", he asked as
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Thomas started going through the drawers in the desk they
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shared.
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"Naw, not now. I'll catch up with you later. I've got stuff
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to do."
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Randy looked at his brother quizzically. They were usually
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inseparable. He considered hanging around to see what Tommy was
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up to, but decided that Doug's house offered more opportunity
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for fun.
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"Okay, I'll tell him you'll come by later," he said over his
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shoulder on the way out.
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Thomas didn't answer. He found the last item he needed. A
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tube of Elmer's glue. He sat at the desk and carefully pasted
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the cotton balls on the inside of the mask over each eye
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opening. When finished he scrutinized his handiwork carefully.
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"That'll do just fine," he grinned, satisfied.
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He shoved it into the drawer and opened one of the drawers of
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his Captain's bed and retrieved the Polaroid he'd gotten for
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Christmas two years ago. He hadn't used it very often because
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his parents made him buy his own film out of his allowance.
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After he'd used up the film that came with it he never used it
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again. Film was expensive and you only got ten pictures to a
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pack. Until now it simply wasn't worth it.
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Unlike most boys his age, Thomas was careful how he spent his
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money. He didn't waste it on video games, candy, baseball cards
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or any of the myriad things kids usually spent their money on.
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A pack of film for his camera cost eight dollars and change, a
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small fortune by his standards. But if this worked it would be
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worth every penny.
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Thomas hurried back to the front of the house on his way to
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the garage where his bike was waiting. Laura and Heather were
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just finishing up the dishes and Randy was already gone, as were
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their parents.
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"What are you two going to do today?", he asked trying to act
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casual.
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"None of your business!", Laura told him matter-of-factly.
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Laura put her hands on her hips and glared at him, trying to
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look tough. Thomas grinned. He thought she was cute. Unlike
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Heather, Laura's hair was brown and hung down to her shoulders
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in luxurious waves. A spray of tiny freckles crossed the bridge
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of her pert little nose from one cheekbone to the other. Her
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eyes were also blue like Heather's but the similarity ended
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there, for hers were full of mischief. She was a tomboy and
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seemed to always be in trouble of some kind. His grin
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broadened. She sure spent a lot of time locked in their parents
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room getting her buns busted! Sometimes twice a week.
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"Can it, squirt," he growled good naturedly.
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"C'mon Heather, we don't have to tell him anything," she
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added skipping from the room, obviously happy with herself. It
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left him alone briefly with Heather.
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"Be here at ten o'clock," he whispered.
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"Why?", she asked. Her face said she had a pretty good idea
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why.
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"Because I said so," was his curt reply. He patted her
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bottom and turned to leave, pausing in the doorway long enough
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to add, "And be alone."
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With that he left, Heather staring after him.
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.......................................................
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Thomas skidded his bike to a stop in front of the Pogo's
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Quick Stop hoping it had the kind of film he needed. They lived
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in a rural area and stores were few and far between. Doug's
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house where Randy went to play was a quarter mile away and, at
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about an eighth of a mile distant, only Steve and Mandy were
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closer.
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Pogo's was a mile from home and the next closest was just at
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the city limits three miles further down the road. If it wasn't
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here it would be a long ride to the next store.
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He went inside and allowed himself to enjoy the smell of the
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place. The little store had an ambiance all its own and was one
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of the few places he really enjoyed. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, the
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elderly couple who owned it, had been there all his life and
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knew him well. Mr. Anderson, who was working alone today, waved
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as he came in.
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"Haven't seen you in a while, Tom," he greeted cheerily.
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"How've you been?"
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"Just fine Mr. Anderson," he answered.
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"Good, good. What can I get you? A soda pop to cool you
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off?"
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"No sir, I need some film for my camera," he replied holding
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it up. "I forget what kind it takes," he added apologetically.
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"Oh? Let me see now," he murmured softly, taking the camera
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from him. After a quick inspection he grinned.
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"It takes Polaroid 600 film, Tom. Nifty little camera. Now
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where is that at? Never could sell much film here. Should be
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some here somewhere though," he muttered.
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Tom smiled as the old man puttered around behind the counter.
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He was always talking in undertones like that. It was sometimes
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difficult to tell whether he was talking to himself or to you.
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Tom didn't mind. It was one of the things that made him special
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to everyone.
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"Aha! Here it is," he said, triumphantly producing a twin
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pack.
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"That'll be thirteen fifty with tax. You get a discount because it’s
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a double pack."
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"Uh... I only need one pack, Mr. Anderson. Besides, all I
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have is ten dollars," he told him. He shuffled his feet
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nervously.
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"Hmm. I see. Well, I suppose I could break the pack," he
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sighed reluctantly.
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Thomas understood Anderson would be doing him a big favor by
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doing so. He couldn't sell half a Twin Pack and by letting him
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have just one meant he was going to eat the other pack.
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"Eight dollars, sixteen cents," he said ringing up the sale.
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"Hold on to the other one for me and I'll buy it for the
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difference when I get my allowance," he offered.
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Anderson smiled at him.
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"That's a done deal," he chuckled stuffing the film into a
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bag.
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"Thanks Mr. Anderson," he said as he took the bag and turned
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to leave.
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"If you're taking sexy pictures of those sisters of yours
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with that, save one for me! I'll give you the next film free!"
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Thomas stopped in his tracks and whirled around. He stared
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at the old man unaware he was turning pale.
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"Wh-what!?!" he stammered.
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"Now don't get mad, I'm only teasing," Anderson laughed.
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Thomas grinned weakly and hurriedly left the store. His
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knees felt weak and his heart was pounding, but a few minutes
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later he was back in control and on his way home.
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When he arrived, he slid to a stop and jumped off his bike
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allowing it to fall onto the lawn. It was a quarter of ten and
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he saw Heather peddling toward him from the opposite direction
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and knew she'd been at Mandy's house.
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He ran to his room and retrieved the mask which was now a
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blindfold and then put the film in his camera, ejecting the
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cardboard cover. He hurried to the kitchen and hid the camera
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beside the trash can next to the stove. Seconds later he heard
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the front door opening and he yelled, "Lock the door behind
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you!" Then he sat down in a kitchen chair and waited for her to
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join him.
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Heather appeared in the doorway and smiled nervously. Thomas
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saw she was wearing pink shorts with a matching top, and tennis
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shoes. Her long blonde hair was in a pony tail. Thomas thought
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she looked especially pretty.
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"Take your clothes off. I want to see what you look like in
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broad daylight," he said.
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Heather hesitated, clasping and unclasping her hands,
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uncertainty etched on her pretty face.
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"What if someone comes in?", she asked nervously.
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"Why do you think I told you to lock the door, dummy. Now
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take your clothes off," he repeated with some impatience.
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Heather took a deep breath, looked around, then slowly let it
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out before hooking her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her
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shorts and pulled them down. Thomas saw she was wearing pink
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panties as well. She stepped out of her shorts and then took
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off her blouse, her nervous smile back on her face.
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"Everything?", she asked.
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"Everything. Even your shoes and socks."
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"Oh god," she giggled then, and slipped out of her panty.
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When she finished getting her shoes and socks off she set them
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on the seat of a chair with her other things and stood facing
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him.
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"Now what?" she asked. There was a slight blush to her face
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he liked.
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Thomas reached into his shirt pocket and produced the
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converted mask.
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"Put this on," he said holding it out to her.
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"What's this for?", she asked.
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"I don't want you watching me look at you," he lied glibly.
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She took it and slipped it on.
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"Can you see anything?", he asked.
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"No."
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"Are you sure?"
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"Tommy you better not be trying to scare me or something,"
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she said suspiciously.
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"You just do as you're told and you'll be all right," he said
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as he took her arm and led her into a swath of light coming in
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one of the windows.
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"There, the light's better here. Now, spread you legs.
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Wider. Wider!"
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Heather kept moving her feet further apart until he finally
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said, "That's good. Now spread your pussy."
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"What do you mean?", she asked.
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"Like this!", he snapped. He spread her small labia even
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though it wasn't necessary. The little button of her sex was
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already clearly visible.
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"Now hold it like this with both hands so I can look at it,"
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he told her gruffly. She did as he told her. Then he reached
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behind the trash can and got his camera.
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"Like this?" she asked.
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"Yeah, like that," he replied flipping open the camera. In
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less than a second the little red light came on indicating the
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flash was fully charged. He knelt in front of her and peered
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through the viewfinder making sure she was centered in the
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picture. It was a perfect shot.
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"I like looking at you naked Heather. You're really a
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babe!", he grinned.
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Heather smiled broadly. He knew she would. At that same
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instant he took her photograph. The flash was followed by a
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whirring noise as the camera ejected the picture.
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"What was that?" she asked, startled. She ripped the
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blindfold off and saw him pulling the photo out.
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"What are you doing!!", she gasped trying unsuccessfully to
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grab it from his hand.
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"Relax, sis. It's our little secret. Unless...."
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"Unless what?" Heather's alarm was growing.
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"Unless you force me to accidentally drop this somewhere dad is
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sure to find it."
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Heather stared at her brother in disbelief. Finally she
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blurted, "You'll get in trouble too!"
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"Maybe, maybe not. I'm going to write Doug's name on the
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back and Dad'll probably think he took it, or that it at least
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belongs to him. But even if he does believe you, he'll also
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think you posed willingly. I made sure of that!", he smirked.
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Heather was near tears. Her lower lip trembled.
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"Why?", she whispered.
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"Because I don't want you reneging on our deal," he replied
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truthfully.
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"I already promised you!"
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"Yeah, but people break promises. This is insurance. You
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may decide you don't like getting screwed by your own brother.
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This way I know you'll never have a headache," he smiled. He
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looked at the developing photograph. It was a good one all
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right. Very convincing. He stuffed it into his shirt pocket,
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then took the mask from her and put it in his pocket as well.
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"You won't be needing this for a while," he grinned. "Now
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get back where you were and resume your pose!"
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"What!? You can't be serious!", she exclaimed.
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"Very serious," he said, patting his pocket.
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"But I don't want you taking any more pictures of me!", she
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protested.
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"See what I mean about the insurance? And sis, I don't want
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to have to keep repeating myself," he added with a stern look.
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Heather backed to where she was in the swath of sunlight and
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spread herself. The fun was gone and her fear showed even to
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Thomas's eye. He looked through the camera, then lowered it.
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"No one is ever going to see these but me, Heather," he told
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her in an attempt to put her fears to rest.
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"I don't believe you," she replied. This time her eyes
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filled and tears began to trickle down her cheeks.
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"Listen sis. All this is for is so you'll keep your word.
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Besides, I know we won't be able to always do this and I just
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want to be able to look back and remember the special things we
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shared. After all, you ARE a very pretty girl. There's no
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reason why anyone else ever has to know. Unless you renege," he
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added quickly.
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"Promise?"
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"Yeah, sure, I promise," he reassured her with as much
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sincerity as he could muster. It seemed to work. A look of
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real relief washed over her face and it brightened considerably.
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"Okay," she snuffled.
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"Go to the sink and wash your face now," he said as gently as
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he could. He wanted her to look fresh and willing.
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Minutes later she was again in the pose. As she spread her
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labia again Thomas winked at her and said, "This is just for
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you, sis."
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He leaned forward and kissed her clitoris and was rewarded
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with a pleased gasp, followed by several more as his licked her
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pubic mound. He knew girls were supposed to enjoy that and was
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pleased that for once the schoolyard gossip was right. It was a
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first for him as well.
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"I like that Tommy!", Heather gasped delightedly as he licked
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her mound thoroughly.
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Thomas smelled her girl-scent and found it pleasant. He also
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smelled a more pungent aroma and recognized it from the night
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before when she was wet. Heather's hands were no longer able to
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hold her slippery labia apart and she quit trying. Instead she
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put her hands on Thomas's head to steady herself. On an impulse
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he slid a finger into her vagina while he licked her. He heard
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another loud gasp and felt her tremble. She was already very
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wet.
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He stopped licking and looked at her and began pumping his
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finger up and down.
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"Oh Tommy! Be careful!" she moaned.
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Thomas grinned. Her legs were wide apart and she stood there
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while he finger-fucked her. After half-a-minute he stopped and
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put the camera to his eyes again.
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"Give me a big smile!", he said.
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Heather rolled her eyes at him and smiled. The camera
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flashed and the second photo whirred out of the camera.
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"Great shot sis! Very sexy!"
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Heather blushed. The last thing she expected from him were
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compliments.
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Thomas was already thinking of his next shot. It would not
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be easy to achieve, but he was sure Heather could do it. She
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was quite good at gymnastics and had tremendous balance.
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"Wait a sec," he said, and pulled a chair into the light. He
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then had her lean sideways standing on one leg and, putting one
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hand on the seat of the chair for support, and pulled her other
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leg up in the air into a standing splits.
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Thomas's breath caught in his throat as he looked at her.
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She was beautiful. Her most private anatomy was exposed and
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open to him and he was almost in awe of her. Her pubic mound
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glistened wetly from his licking and moisture also glistened
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from her vaginal opening.
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"Stay there," he said hoarsely. He put his face between her
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legs and resumed tonguing her clit. Her rapid breathing told
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him she was still enjoying it which was good. He wanted her to
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stay hot until he was through taking photos. Shortly he stopped
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tonguing her and stood up. He held her raised leg so she
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wouldn't lose her balance and said, "Hang on sis, I'm gonna
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finger-fuck you some more."
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She giggled shakily and then moaned as this time he inserted
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two fingers into her pussy and began pumping them rapidly in and
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out. There was a distinctly wet, sloppy sound coming from her
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pussy as he did so. Heather's moaning and whimpering got louder
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as he kept doing it faster and faster.
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"Oh... Tommy! Oh!... Ummm! Oh, Oh! Ungh!! Tommy, Tommy!",
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she gasped over and over.
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Thomas stopped and knelt again. A broad grin split his face.
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Moisture was streaming from her pussy! He backed off and
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brought the camera up making sure that her face was also in the
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picture along with her dripping cunt.
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"Okay, big smile Heather!"
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She obliged and he snapped the photo. Number three.
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Thomas considered taking another of her in this position but
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decided against it. He wanted as many different shots as
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possible. But he was enamored of the way she looked spread out
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like that and he had a great idea for the next two.
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"Come over here," he said quickly moving over to the light
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blue kitchen cabinets.
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"What do you want me to do now?" Heather's chest was heaving
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slightly and she was flushed from head to toe. Her eyes were
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bright and alive. Thomas noticed her little nipples were hard
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and very erect.
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"I want you to stand on your head against these cabinets," he
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replied.
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"That's easy," Heather said. An instant later she was on her
|
||
head, balancing herself on forearms and elbows.
|
||
|
||
"Like this?"
|
||
|
||
"Yeah, only do the splits."
|
||
|
||
"Oh, Tommy," she said in mock exasperation. But her pleased
|
||
smile said she was really getting into it, and Thomas thought he
|
||
knew why. He ran a finger over her clit and tickled it. The
|
||
soft, shuddering, breath that escaped her said it all. She was
|
||
as horny as anyone could get! He started to finger-fuck her
|
||
some more, then had an idea.
|
||
|
||
"Wait right there!", he said excitedly and jumped up. He
|
||
went to the refrigerator, opened the crisper, and pulled out
|
||
several large carrots with the leafy ends still attached.
|
||
Glancing slyly at Heather he decided the biggest one would do
|
||
nicely. He bit off the pointed end until it was about ten
|
||
inches long. The big end was two and a half inches thick,
|
||
tapering down to a half inch at the other. He nibbled that end
|
||
until it was rounded and returned to Heather, kneeling in front
|
||
of her.
|
||
|
||
"What are you going to do?", she asked, looking curiously at
|
||
the large, thick carrot.
|
||
|
||
"I want you to hold it," he said, handing it to her. Then he
|
||
put his mouth over her pubic mound and gently sucked and licked
|
||
her. At the same time he reinserted his fingers into her pussy
|
||
and pumped them up and down. When Heather's whimpering and
|
||
sharp breaths were becoming urgent, he stopped.
|
||
|
||
"Now hold the carrot like this," he told her, putting it on
|
||
her stomach with the tip resting on her clit. Then he pressed
|
||
her legs down as wide as they would go. It always amazed him
|
||
just how wide she could do the splits. Upside down the effect
|
||
was eye-popping.
|
||
|
||
"That's great," he breathed. His hands shook slightly and he
|
||
had to wait a few seconds. When he was ready he said, "God
|
||
you're making me horny!"
|
||
|
||
Heather giggled happily and was rewarded with the familiar
|
||
flash and whir. As soon as the photo was taken Thomas told her
|
||
to stay as she was.
|
||
|
||
"Only six more to go, sis. I just hope I don't bust a nut
|
||
before then," he said as he dipped his fingers into her vagina.
|
||
He took the carrot from her with the other hand and started
|
||
rubbing her clit with it.
|
||
|
||
"Oh! That's cold!", she squealed.
|
||
|
||
"Tough cookies," he laughed and playfully thumped her clit
|
||
with it.
|
||
|
||
"Ow! Stop it!" she laughed back.
|
||
|
||
"Tough, tough, tough, tough, tough, tough!" he chanted,
|
||
happily punctuating each word by thumping her clit with the
|
||
carrot. Heather squealed but made no attempt to close her legs
|
||
or get down. All the while his fingers were plunging rapidly up
|
||
and down in her pussy.
|
||
|
||
"Tommy, I feel... funny... inside!" she moaned softly.
|
||
|
||
Thomas's fingers were soaking wet with her pussy juice. He
|
||
removed them. He didn't want her to cum, not yet. Her face
|
||
showed the urgency she was feeling.
|
||
|
||
"It's okay Heather. I'll take care of it in a little while.
|
||
Just hold this position for me," he told her gently. He took
|
||
the carrot and carefully inserted it into her pussy.
|
||
|
||
Heather stiffened and inhaled sharply. Her eyes widened as
|
||
she gasped, "That's cold! That's cold!"
|
||
|
||
"I'll warm it up for you," he giggled and shoved it in deep.
|
||
|
||
"Tommy!! Please don't!" she cried out.
|
||
|
||
"Relax. It'll be over in a second."
|
||
|
||
Thomas watched six inches disappear into her wet opening. He
|
||
forced another inch into her even as she cried out.
|
||
|
||
"It hurts! That's too far!" she hollered. But Thomas
|
||
noticed she made no attempt to close her legs. Her face however
|
||
had turned red and he stopped.
|
||
|
||
"Hold it just like that!" he said excitedly and backed away.
|
||
It was an incredible sight. A pretty little ten year old girl
|
||
standing on her head, doing the splits with the top three inches
|
||
of a thick, ten inch long carrot protruding straight up out of
|
||
her tight pussy! The bushy green leaf of the carrot top gave
|
||
the shot the perfect touch, adding emphasis by making it look
|
||
even bigger than it was.
|
||
|
||
"Give me a big smile," he said and was mildly surprised when
|
||
she complied. In fact it seemed particularly bright.
|
||
|
||
"That's five," he said as the camera flashed. Then he moved
|
||
close and kissed her pubic mound before removing the carrot.
|
||
|
||
"You can get down now," he told her giving her mound a little
|
||
pat. He led her into the center of the room.
|
||
|
||
"Face away from me, spread your legs wide, bend over and put
|
||
your hands on the floor."
|
||
|
||
When she was in position had a great shot of her ass, pussy,
|
||
and little tits. The moisture seeping from her pussy was still
|
||
very obvious so he didn't finger her this time.
|
||
|
||
"Like this?" Heather asked already smiling.
|
||
|
||
"Yeah, that's great," he replied and took the picture. Then
|
||
he gathered up the camera and carrot and got to his feet.
|
||
|
||
"Now come with me. I want some in another room," he said and
|
||
walked from the kitchen.
|
||
|
||
Heather followed.
|
||
|
||
"I need to go pee," she said as they started down the hall.
|
||
|
||
"Not now. Later," he replied curtly.
|
||
|
||
Thomas walked down the hall past the bathroom and their own
|
||
bedrooms to the door of their parents room and opened it.
|
||
|
||
"Here? We aren't allowed to go in there when they aren't
|
||
home," Heather said apprehensively. "We could get in trouble."
|
||
|
||
"Like what we're doing is all right as long as we don't do it
|
||
in there?", he asked dryly.
|
||
|
||
Heather reddened slightly. It was a silly thing to say. But
|
||
she was still apprehensive about it. The room was large and
|
||
beautifully furnished. A delicate French couch, twice as wide
|
||
as a regular chair, with pastel flowers on white silk was in one
|
||
corner and several comfortable chairs were situated around the
|
||
room as well. It was these that her father usually made her
|
||
bend over when he'd spank her. But it was the huge canopy bed
|
||
that dominated the room.
|
||
|
||
"Perfect," Thomas murmured. Like Heather, he associated this
|
||
room with pain and discipline. It was only three weeks ago that
|
||
his mother had made him drop his pants and shorts and take a
|
||
hard paddling. He'd been grateful she remained behind him. She
|
||
hadn't seen his erection.
|
||
|
||
Thomas knew his mother got pregnant with him when she was
|
||
only twelve. Fortunately they lived in a state where girls her
|
||
age could legally marry with parental consent. She'd married
|
||
his father and given birth to him when she was thirteen. Three
|
||
more pregnancies later she'd decided enough was enough and had a
|
||
tubal after Laura was born. She was blonde, lithesome in her
|
||
mid twenties, very pretty, and didn't look like she'd had four
|
||
kids.
|
||
|
||
"I've had my butt smacked a few times in here," he said in a
|
||
tone akin to reverence.
|
||
|
||
"Yeah, me too. Daddy's turned my bottom red in here lots of
|
||
times," Heather acknowledged.
|
||
|
||
"How does he do it?", Thomas asked, daring to sit on the
|
||
‘forbidden’ love seat.
|
||
|
||
"Tommy! That's personal," she said, blushing.
|
||
|
||
Heather was standing in front of him so her reached between
|
||
her legs and fondled her.
|
||
|
||
"Does he do that?" he asked, rubbing her clit with his
|
||
fingertips.
|
||
|
||
"No!" she giggled.
|
||
|
||
"Or this?" He slid them into her pussy and finger-fucked
|
||
her.
|
||
|
||
"No!", she gasped. She was beginning to get sore inside.
|
||
|
||
"Then it isn't as personal as what we do, is it. So tell
|
||
me," he insisted.
|
||
|
||
"Well," she began, her blush deepening, "it just depends.
|
||
Sometimes he makes me bend over one of those chairs. That's
|
||
when he usually uses a belt. Sometimes he makes me bend over
|
||
his lap, or just bend over in front of him. He uses his hand
|
||
when that happens. Once or twice he made me lay on the bed on
|
||
my tummy. That time he used a paddle. It hurt like fire, too!"
|
||
|
||
"Does he always make you pull your panties down?", he asked.
|
||
|
||
"Uh-huh. But he makes Laura get naked," she added.
|
||
|
||
"How do you know that?"
|
||
|
||
"She told me," she said, rolling her eyes at him. "Besides,
|
||
I've seen her after her spankings and sometimes...."
|
||
|
||
Heather's voice trailed off.
|
||
|
||
"Sometimes what?", Thomas prodded.
|
||
|
||
Heather looked at her brother. She seemed to be wrestling
|
||
with something. Finally she said, "Promise you won't tell I
|
||
told you?"
|
||
|
||
Thomas studied her before answering.
|
||
|
||
"I promise," he told her after a moment.
|
||
|
||
"Daddy spanks us until our bottoms are really red, you know?"
|
||
|
||
Thomas nodded. He'd briefly seen Heather's bottom once
|
||
several months ago after a session with the paddle. Her cheeks
|
||
glowed like a matched pair of ripe tomatoes.
|
||
|
||
"Well, sometimes Laura comes out of there with more than her
|
||
butt red!" she finished hurriedly.
|
||
|
||
Thomas looked puzzled.
|
||
|
||
"You know," Heather said, exasperated he didn't comprehend,
|
||
"You've been licking mine all morning!"
|
||
|
||
"Oh." Thomas reddened. Then her full meaning sank in.
|
||
"No shit?! He spanks her pussy!?!", he blurted.
|
||
|
||
Heather nodded.
|
||
|
||
"He says it's because she's been very bad. At least that's
|
||
what Laura says."
|
||
|
||
Thomas thought about all this for a moment, then shrugged,
|
||
filing this interesting bit of information away for future
|
||
reference. Right now he had better things to do than wonder why
|
||
dad like spanking Laura's girl-parts.
|
||
|
||
"Speaking of red bottoms, that's the way I want yours to be
|
||
for these next shots," he grinned at her.
|
||
|
||
"What!?" Heather looked both surprised and afraid.
|
||
Spankings and this room tended to have that affect on all of
|
||
them.
|
||
|
||
"Don't worry sis, I'm not going to give you a real ass
|
||
beating, I'm just going to give you a few smacks to turn your
|
||
butt a nice rosy color!"
|
||
|
||
"Why?" she whined pitifully. Thomas noticed she was already
|
||
rubbing her bottom as though she could feel the strap. He
|
||
thought she was about to cry.
|
||
|
||
"Here, just bend over and put your hands on the seat," he
|
||
said getting off the love seat. She did as she was told, though
|
||
Thomas saw her lower lip was trembling. How familiar this must
|
||
seem to her!
|
||
|
||
"Now spread your legs and raise your butt," he said kneeling
|
||
behind her. He forced her legs even wider and put his face
|
||
between them. As soon as he began nuzzling her pubic mound she
|
||
relaxed and arched her back allowing him easy access to it. He
|
||
sucked and licked her mound for a few moments, then pulled back
|
||
and quickly slapped each creamy cheek sharply once. Then he
|
||
buried his face between her legs again. He repeated this adding
|
||
a few more slaps each time until he was sure she trusted him.
|
||
|
||
"Is this as bad as you thought?" he asked, pausing to deliver
|
||
several firm slaps to each cheek. Thomas was delighted to see
|
||
his hand prints clearly defined in red on her buttocks.
|
||
|
||
"If daddy spanked me like this, I'd be in here every day!"
|
||
she giggled, wiggling her bottom at him.
|
||
|
||
Thomas laughed. He reached around her and retrieved the
|
||
carrot he'd laid on the seat and began spanking her with it,
|
||
being extra careful not to break it. Then, without warning, he
|
||
inserted it into her pussy. She gasped as he began rhythmically
|
||
fucking her with it, being careful not to allow more than five
|
||
inches to enter her. At the same time he spanked her with his
|
||
other hand.
|
||
|
||
Thomas was concentrating on spanking her, not trying to hurt,
|
||
but smacking her butt firmly. Her creamy, white, bottom was
|
||
turning very red and he could feel the heat from it. He was
|
||
startled when he realized she was undulating, fucking the carrot
|
||
with great vigor. He laughed loudly.
|
||
|
||
"Wiggle your ass, Heather! Fuck that donkey dick!" he
|
||
teased, thrusting it deeper. At the same time he really spanked
|
||
her ass hard. Heather yelped but made no protest. Thomas's
|
||
already stiff prick got even harder as he watched her ride the
|
||
huge carrot. It was getting almost too slippery to hold as her
|
||
pussy juices flowed over it. With a sudden flash of insight he
|
||
understood why their father spent so much time punishing his two
|
||
sisters. It was great fun!
|
||
|
||
Thomas found himself giggling like a schoolboy. Heather
|
||
seemed oblivious to the fact that she was receiving a thorough
|
||
spanking. No cries of pain filled the room although he was
|
||
slapping her ass as hard as any given her by their father. All
|
||
she seemed concerned about was fucking her pussy with the
|
||
large vegetable.
|
||
|
||
"Ooohhh... Tommy.... I feel... funny! Do it... faster!", she
|
||
urged in a broken, plaintive voice. The urgency sounded nearly
|
||
desperate and Thomas knew, instinctively, she was very near
|
||
having an orgasm. He wasn't ready for that yet. He intended to
|
||
have his own cock buried in her tight cunt when she had her very
|
||
first climax. He wanted her to associate intense pleasure with
|
||
him and his cock (and the things he made her do). He abruptly
|
||
withdrew the carrot and heard her groan in misery. He'd been so
|
||
intent on spanking her that he hadn't noticed just how much
|
||
moisture there was. It covered her pubic mound and inner thighs
|
||
where it seeped down from her vaginal opening.
|
||
|
||
"Tommy... don't stop yet!" she groaned.
|
||
|
||
"Take it easy, sis. I'm gonna fuck you 'til you pee in just
|
||
a few minutes. I'll get your rocks off for you, don't worry,"
|
||
he giggled.
|
||
|
||
"Right now I want you to wiggle your red ass over to the bed
|
||
and squat on this 'Love Stick'."
|
||
|
||
When she was on the bed he had her put her feet close
|
||
together and squat with her knees swung out to her sides. He
|
||
placed the heart-shaped pillows against each leg so that anyone
|
||
who knew anything about this room would know exactly where the
|
||
photograph was taken.
|
||
|
||
"Keep your legs as far apart as you can," he told her,
|
||
sliding the carrot beneath her. When he'd inserted it inside
|
||
her pussy, he had her lower herself onto it, which she now did
|
||
readily enough.
|
||
|
||
Heather's face showed a mixture of embarrassment, shame,
|
||
pleasure, and excitement as she spread herself open to his
|
||
camera and squatted on the carrot. She couldn't keep from
|
||
moaning softly as it slipped deep inside her once again. She
|
||
looked at his crotch hungrily, desperate to have his cock
|
||
thrusting inside her to relieve the miserable, consuming, need
|
||
that made her feel so miserable. She knew now what being really
|
||
horny was all about. She smiled as prettily as she knew how and
|
||
was grateful when the camera flashed.
|
||
|
||
"Quick, get on your hands and knees!" he told her. She did
|
||
and he pointed at the wall behind her.
|
||
|
||
"Face the other direction," he commanded.
|
||
|
||
When she was facing the wall he said, "Listen Heather, do
|
||
exactly as I say no matter what. Raise your bottom high and get
|
||
on your elbows. Stay that way!"
|
||
|
||
Thomas grinned as she raised her cute ass for him. He put a
|
||
hand in the small of her back to hold her still and pressed the
|
||
narrow end of the slippery carrot into her anus. Heather jumped
|
||
and looked quickly around when it began penetrating.
|
||
|
||
"What are you doing?!" she yelped.
|
||
|
||
"Stay still if you know what's good for you," he warned.
|
||
Then he shoved the carrot into her upturned ass.
|
||
|
||
"Ow! Stop it! That hurts!" she squealed.
|
||
|
||
"I said keep still. You're going to take this up your ass
|
||
and then I'm gonna take a picture of it," he said forcing it
|
||
deeper.
|
||
|
||
"No! It hurts! It hurts!"
|
||
|
||
"I can do anything I want!", he said giving her a sharp smack
|
||
on one of her creamy cheeks.
|
||
|
||
"Oh Tommy, please don't do that! I don't like it!" she
|
||
pleaded.
|
||
|
||
"Then you're gonna like this even less," he grunted and began
|
||
ass-fucking her with it.
|
||
|
||
Heather cried out as he plunged the carrot into her upturned
|
||
ass in hard, even strokes. Thomas watched transfixed as
|
||
Heather's tight, pink, anus was forced to accept the unwanted
|
||
thing invading her nether region. He delighted as it spread her
|
||
creamy cheeks apart and stretched her anus wide as he pushed it
|
||
deeper.
|
||
|
||
"It hurts! Ow! Ow! Ow! Pleeeaase Tommy! It huuurts!" she
|
||
wailed.
|
||
|
||
Thomas kept a hand firmly planted in the small of her back
|
||
and continued to ass-fuck her with the vegetable dildo. At
|
||
first all he intended to do was just put it in her ass and take
|
||
a quick picture, but that changed. He found himself thoroughly
|
||
enjoying this act of decadence. Defiling her in this manner
|
||
gave him a sense of supremacy and power. Because, for all her
|
||
crying and protesting, she kept her butt raised for him and did
|
||
not pull away. Still, he did not get carried away and try to
|
||
force it in too far. The last thing he wanted was to injure her
|
||
such a manner that required medical attention. If that happened
|
||
Heather would be forced to explain her injury as well as
|
||
anything else a medical examination might turn up. Like the
|
||
loss of her virginity, for example!
|
||
|
||
Nevertheless, he could still give her a good butt-fucking as
|
||
long as he exercised caution, and he considered removing the
|
||
carrot and shoving his own swollen manhood up her tight ass. He
|
||
rejected the notion reluctantly only because he wanted to make
|
||
her have the orgasm that eluded her so far. So he settled down
|
||
and enjoyed himself.
|
||
|
||
"Does it hurt? Huh? I'll bet you really like it in the ass,
|
||
don't you?!" he said softly, watching her face as well as her
|
||
bottom.
|
||
|
||
"Please don't Tommy! You can spank me or anything you want!
|
||
Please take it out of my butt," she whined. Her face showed the
|
||
strain she was under.
|
||
|
||
"Now I'm going to push it deep," he told her. "You better
|
||
make sure it doesn't come out before I take the picture!"
|
||
|
||
Heather choked off a scream as he shoved the carrot deep into
|
||
her ass. Thomas stepped back and looked through the view
|
||
finder. The scene made him giggle as Heather's creamy buttocks
|
||
were now splotched with red hand-prints from her spanking. It
|
||
seem to draw attention to the thick, orange carrot sticking out
|
||
of her asshole, the leafy green part looking like a horse's tail
|
||
flying in the wind! The angle clearly showed Heather's strained
|
||
face as she looked around at him. Thomas was so intent on the
|
||
sight he didn't even tell her to smile.
|
||
|
||
As soon as he snapped the picture the dildo started sliding
|
||
out, it's tapered shape making it impossible to stay in for more
|
||
than a few seconds at a time. But that was okay for now.
|
||
|
||
"All right, get up and come over here," he told her, moving
|
||
to the French couch. As an afterthought he added, smirking,
|
||
"And bring your carrot with you."
|
||
|
||
Heather retrieved the carrot where it had dropped from her
|
||
anus onto the bed and went over to where he stood. He took the
|
||
carrot from her and made her straddle the seat facing the walls
|
||
behind the couch. She was again forced to do the splits, as
|
||
with her legs wide apart, her ankles barely reached each arm.
|
||
She held on to the back of the seat and looked around at her
|
||
brother. She blushed again as she saw him looking transfixed at
|
||
her most private anatomy. He knelt behind her and touched her
|
||
throbbing clit. She almost swooned.
|
||
|
||
Moisture oozed from her wet vagina and she felt his hot
|
||
breath between her legs as he kissed her pubic mound. She
|
||
wanted him to fuck her, needed his thick cock in her pussy to
|
||
relieve the ache deep inside her. Instead she felt her ass
|
||
being spread by the carrot again.
|
||
|
||
"Oh Tommy!" she groaned miserably as he began butt-fucking
|
||
her with it.
|
||
|
||
"Shut up Heather," he whispered hoarsely. "I want one more
|
||
picture with this sticking out of your pretty butt. Besides,
|
||
one day soon this is going to be my cock in your ass. You might
|
||
as well get used to it!"
|
||
|
||
Thomas took little notice of Heather's lamentations. He
|
||
pounded the carrot into her ass taking wicked delight in her
|
||
submissiveness to him. Her cries gave him an intensely erotic
|
||
sense of power over her. After a full minute of reaming
|
||
Heather's tight little ass, Thomas stopped fucking her with it
|
||
and shoved it deep. He hurriedly snapped the picture, not
|
||
because he wanted to ease Heather's discomfort, but because he
|
||
was so horny he couldn't wait any longer.
|
||
|
||
"Now you're gonna get what you've been asking for!", he
|
||
grunted.
|
||
|
||
Thomas unceremoniously jerked the carrot from Heather's ass
|
||
tossing it on the seat beneath her, then undid his britches,
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pulling them and his underwear down. His erection jumped out
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and stood at attention, straining, it's bulbous head turned deep
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purple.
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Heather gasped as he positioned himself between her wide-
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spread legs and inserted it into her vagina. Then she cried out
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as he savagely pounded his aching manhood into her in hard
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thrusts.
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Thomas groaned as Heather's hot wetness surrounded his thick
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erection. It felt so good! He drove his cock hard, feeling it
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bottoming out inside her. She cried out with a mixture of pain
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and pleasure as he ravaged her. Then, without warning, her eyes
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flew wide open and she arched her back steeply. An ecstatic
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wail sprang from her throat as an orgasm shook her. Her vagina
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contracted, squeezing Thomas' cock.
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He grinned. "Go for it sis! I told you I'd get your rocks off!" he
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grunted with self-satisfaction. He continued to fuck her hard
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and fast until his own climax neared, then he suddenly slowed
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down, groaning loudly. Seconds later his cock erupted, spewing
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huge globs of semen into Heather's hot vagina.
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Thomas held on to Heather's waist, groaning, and slowly
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pumped his erection in and out of her tight pussy, his head
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reeling as he climaxed. He took wicked delight in filling his
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sister's hot cunt with his cum. It was just as thrilling today
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as it was last night.
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"Here's your reward for being such a good piece of ass,
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Heather!," he chortled. "Do you like it?"
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Heather didn't answer but he saw her eyes were still wide.
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She turned her head in his direction slightly and he saw the
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submission in her face. There was also a look of both shame and
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excitement he found very appealing as she meekly accepted his
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seed. As always, Thomas spewing cock disgorged an incredible
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amount of ejaculate. If a teaspoon of ejaculate was normal for
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a grown man, then Thomas was a freak. He commonly ejaculated
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seven to eight times that much. This meant that his climaxes
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always lasted longer than normal, and were very messy. Having a
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receptacle for these copious deposits was a welcome change from
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a wash cloth or tissue.
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He'd heard the whispered "I" word in school before about
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another student and understood what he and Heather were doing
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was called incest. As long as they weren't caught he didn't
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care. Heather wasn't going to tell anyone, she was too ashamed.
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She would let him do her whenever he wanted. After today he
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knew there was nothing she wouldn't let him do.
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When his throbbing cock stopped gushing he pulled it out and
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wiped the head on Heather's upturned ass, rubbing it against her
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pink anus. Then he pulled his britches up and gazed at her
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nakedness for a moment, wondering how to position her for the
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last photograph.
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"Tommy, I still have to pee really bad," she complained
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tentatively. "Can I go now?"
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Thomas grinned. He knew now what the last picture was going
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to be!
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"Sure, come with me!", he told her gleefully. He grabbed her
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by the wrist as she climbed down and led her through the house,
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past the bathroom, into the kitchen and out the back door.
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"What are you doing!?" she protested anxiously. "I can't go
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outside naked! What if someone sees me?!"
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"Then you'll be in big trouble, won't you," he grunted half-
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dragging her out the door. Thomas looked around the yard, a
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frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. Where was the best
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place? He wanted this one to be the best of all. After a
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moment his eyes lit up. Sixty feet from them stood a huge live
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oak tree. In the shade beneath its magnificent limbs was
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nestled a round, wrought-iron, patio table surrounded by four
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matching wrought-iron chairs.
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"Over here," he said propelling her out into the yard and
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over to the tree. Heather reluctantly went with him, suddenly
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acutely aware of her nakedness. Her gaze traveled in all
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directions as she fearfully expected to see their parents, or
|
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Laura, or Danny, one of their friends or someone suddenly pop
|
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into view and discover them. Thomas took three of the heavy
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chairs and set them in a triangle, two of them several feet
|
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apart. Then he made her climb onto the chairs, a knee on each
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of the two furthest apart, and her hands on the third one in
|
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front of her facing away from him. This had the same effect as
|
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when her last position in their parents bedroom. Heather's pink
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vaginal opening was completely exposed, and Thomas giggled when
|
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her saw the moisture glistening on her inner thighs and seeping
|
||
onto her pubic mound. He'd had really given her a good fucking!
|
||
|
||
"That's good," he said positioning himself behind her and
|
||
peering through the camera. It was going to be a great shot.
|
||
|
||
"Now pee," he giggled.
|
||
|
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"What? I can't do it like this, Tommy!", she whined. "I
|
||
want to go to the bathroom!"
|
||
|
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"You're going to stay right there until you pee even if it
|
||
takes all day. And the longer you wait, the more likely someone
|
||
is going to catch you!"
|
||
|
||
"Please Tommy, let me go to the bathroom. I just can't do it
|
||
out here."
|
||
|
||
Thomas giggled. White semen was dribbling from her vagina
|
||
onto her pubic mound. He reached out and rubbed it onto her
|
||
clit.
|
||
|
||
"That's my cum Heather. Do you want some more out here?"
|
||
|
||
"No!"
|
||
|
||
"Then you better piss right now 'cause I'm getting horny
|
||
again looking at you all spread out like that!"
|
||
|
||
Heather looked at her brother miserably. He was really
|
||
enjoying this! She knew she had no choice and she really did
|
||
have to pee bad. Her face flaming crimson, first a trickle,
|
||
then a small current of urine streamed from her pussy. She
|
||
heard the click and whir as Thomas photographed her small act of
|
||
self debasement.
|
||
|
||
"Awesome Sis!" he laughed.
|
||
|
||
She looked around and saw him watching with genuine amusement
|
||
etched on his finely chiseled features. Only when the last drop
|
||
was completely gone did he seem to lose interest.
|
||
|
||
"Okay, you can go back inside and get dressed now," he told
|
||
her while giving her buttocks a gentle squeeze.
|
||
|
||
Heather quickly jumped off the chairs and hurried toward the
|
||
house. She was glad it was over. Yet she couldn't explain a
|
||
kind of sadness as well. Then she realized what was bothering
|
||
her. It had been fun. She'd had an orgasm. She'd actually
|
||
enjoyed being naked in front of him! And, what's more, she'd
|
||
enjoyed it when he did all those other things to her as well.
|
||
As she went into the kitchen and retrieved her clothes and
|
||
dressed, she wondered if he was going to make her do more, then
|
||
realized that was a foregone conclusion. Of course he was. And
|
||
she would go along willingly with whatever he had in mind. She
|
||
knew, secretly, that this would have been true even without
|
||
those pictures he'd taken. But for now she was glad it was
|
||
over. She was sore and tired and was glad nothing bad, like
|
||
getting caught, had happened. The rest of the day would be a
|
||
breeze, she thought.
|
||
|
||
Heather was wrong. She finished dressing and headed out the
|
||
front door and back on her way to Mandy's house. She'd
|
||
forgotten the carrot still on the couch where Thomas had fucked
|
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her.
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