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Copyright © 1998, T. Allen Strange. ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
the written permission of the author. This story may be freely
distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted
by writing tallenstrange@mrdouble.com.
WARNING!! THIS STORY DEPICTS SEXUAL INTERCOURSE
BETWEEN AN ADULT AND A MINOR CHILD!! THE STORY IS
ABOUT INCEST! IF THIS TYPE OF STORY OFFENDS YOU, THEN
**READ NO FURTHER!!!**
THIS MATERIAL IS NOT INTENDED FOR CHILDREN OR
ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN (18) YEARS OF AGE!!
ALL PLACES, EVENTS, AND PERSONS DEPICTED IN THE STORY
ARE FICTIONAL. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANY PERSONS,
ALIVE OR DEAD, ARE COINCIDENCE, SELF-INDUCED
DELUSION, AN OVER-ACTIVE IMAGINATION, OR WISHFUL THINKING!!
ANY PERSONS **STILL** READING THIS STORY HAVE NO
OBJECTIONS COMING TO THEM REGARDING THE CONTENTS
OF THE SAME.
m/f, mm/f, M/f, Mm/f, MF/f, m/F, con, non-con, S&M, B&D
HOUSE OF SECRETS
By
T. Allen Strange
CHAPTER FIVE
It had been only three days since his last visit and Thomas
hadn't planned on going to Pogo's today. It just sort of
happened that way. He and Randy and Danny walker had spent the
entire day riding bikes and doing everything they could think up
to entertain themselves.
As morning turned to late afternoon he'd had enough. They
had ridden together as far as Steve's house and Thomas left his
two companions. Since Steve lived near the little store he
decided to spend some of his precious money on a soda. He
didn't ask them to come along because he knew they'd ask him to
buy them a soft-drink as well. This time when he entered the
store Mr. Anderson was clearly visible.
Thomas walked to the far side where the cold beverages were
and got a bottle of Big Red, then proceeded to the check-out
counter where a smiling Mr. Anderson greeted him.
"Good afternoon Master Thomas. I trust you are well?"
"Hi Mr. Anderson. I'm okay. How about you?"
"I'm old. Anytime I can get out of bed I'm doing well," he
grinned taking the dollar bill Thomas slid across the counter
top. When he returned with the change he plopped down a stack
of five Polaroids with it.
"Here's a few photos I took of Sherry. Look them over. I
think you'll agree she's a pretty little girl," he said.
Thomas took the photographs and examined them. He realized
they must have been taken the same day he'd picked up his film
pack because she was still wearing the same blue and white dress
and blue barrettes.
It was taken outdoors, as it turned out they all were. She
was standing in a well manicured lawn with a the back of a smart
white frame house as a backdrop. Thomas decided it must be the
Anderson's place. Sherry was facing the camera with that big,
dimpled smile he liked so much. The next two were pretty much
the same. In the forth she was climbing a tree. Anderson had
gotten beneath her enough that the camera was looking up her
dress. He couldn't help but notice she was wearing the pink
panties he'd seen Mr. Anderson trying to hide, complete with the
same white lace trim.
It was the last photograph that surprised him. This photo
was also taken outdoors but the house backdrop was gone,
replaced by a weathered, reddish-brown structure, probably a
barn. Sherry stood, hands on hips, beaming happily at the
camera clad only in the pink panty and barrettes. Even her feet
were bare.
Thomas's trance was broken as Anderson's gnarled hand covered
the pictures and pulled them away.
"I believe it's your turn, my friend. Here, you can keep
this one," he said sliding the first photo he'd looked at toward
him.
Thomas glanced up. The old man's face was a mask, showing
nothing. He took the photo and studied the girl again. He
wanted the last one but knew without asking that Anderson would
not let him have it. Not yet anyway. And at that instant he
made a decision.
"I'll need another film pack," he said.
......................................
Two days later he was back. Several customers were inside so
he flipped through Spiderman and Wonder Woman until he was the
only one left. Then he wandered over carrying the two comics with
him.
Anderson took his money and rang them up without comment.
"Anything else I can get you?" he asked handing him the
receipt.
Thomas plopped five polaroids on the counter top. Anderson
looked at him quizzically, an uncertain half-smile tugging at
the corners of his mouth. He picked up the stack with hands
that trembled slightly. The photos were of Heather, taken in
the little clearing of their "secret place". Thomas made sure
she had on a dress and pink panties. As with Sherry, the first
three were just of her smiling at the camera.
In the forth photograph however, he'd had to improvise.
Their hideout had no trees large enough for him to stand under
while she climbed over his head, so he had her hike up her dress
and put one leg up on a small, low-hanging limb like she was
climbing while he sat on the ground behind her. The end result
was even better than the one Anderson took.
By the time Mr. Anderson got to the fifth picture his hands
were shaking. There she was, hands on hips, wearing only her
panties and a gorgeous smile.
Thomas watched him nearly drool as his eyes roamed over the
image, lingering on the little buds of her tiny budding breasts,
burning holes into the photo. Then, in one quick motion, Thomas
retrieved them from his shaking hands before Anderson even had
time to protest.
"Here," Thomas said tossing the first photo to him, "you can
have this one." He turned away and started for the door.
"Wait just a second," Anderson wheezed.
Thomas stopped and turned back, raising an eyebrow curiously.
Anderson smiled, and licked his suddenly dry lips.
"How did you get her to..."
Anderson seemed to grope for words. A sheen of perspiration
glistened on his balding forehead and he swabbed at it nervously
with a handkerchief.
"....to pose like that?" he finished lamely.
"Oh, she'll do just about anything for me," he replied
vaguely.
"Do you think she'd... uh... pose for me too?" Anderson was
still licking his lips and watching him closely.
"No. If anyone else even suggested it, she'd go screaming to
our parents." Thomas wasn't lying about either statement.
Anderson seemed to know that as well.
"Wouldn't you get in trouble too?"
Thomas understood that the old man was trying to work his way
into a position of whereupon he might have some influence over
him. He'd already planned for it.
"Yeah, but at least I wouldn't go to jail," he countered
simply and truthfully.
Anderson's hard stare slowly turned to a grudging smile of
respect.
"But you can get her to pose for you anyway you want?" Then,
without waiting for an answer he gushed, "Perhaps we could work
something out?"
Thomas shrugged. He was in the drivers seat now and he
wanted to head this bus in a direction that would allow him to
park it in a pretty little brown-haired girls honey-hole! But
he didn't want Anderson wise yet.
"Maybe we could trade...?" Anderson suggested when he didn't
answer.
"Maybe you should bring me some more pictures of Sherry.
I'll duplicate with Heather any picture you bring me. You sign
yours and I'll sign mine. Even up trades. When I can afford
the film," he added quickly.
Anderson pondered a moment, all the while studying Thomas.
After a few more seconds of silent deliberation he smiled.
"It's a deal! How soon do you want to do this?" Anderson
seemed genuinely excited.
"How soon can you bring me some samples?"
The old man looked around the empty store as though someone
might be lingering nearby, then motioned to him.
"Come around here," he said indicating the narrow entrance.
Thomas moved behind the counter where the old man produced an
envelope with another five photos. Thomas took them and propped
his elbows on the counter to study them.
The first was a mate to the one at the barn, except Sherry's
panties were pulled down to her knees.
The second: panties completely gone, back to camera. Thomas
saw her bottom was nicely rounded and he wondered if old man
Anderson had forced his meat up her tight little butt yet.
The third: Sherry was bent over looking back at the camera
between her spread legs. Thomas smiled at the similarity
between this photo, and the one he'd taken of Heather that first
day.
The forth: Sherry leaning against the barn facing the camera
with her legs parted.
It was the fifth photograph that took his breath away. They
were not at the barn. It was obviously taken inside the house.
Sherry was on an ornate sofa squatting on her toes, knees
splayed wide open exposing the little button of her clitoris.
Her broad, dimpled smile was captivating as she proudly exposed
herself. His eyes lingered on her sex. Her pubic mound was
redder than in the other pictures. Her little button looked
slightly swollen and definitely a little redder than normal,
certainly much more so than in the other pictures. He knew from
the photos and what he knew of Heather, that Anderson had taken
this last photo after giving her little sex-button a workout and
wondered about it. He felt another flash of envy, then pushed
it aside.
"Well?" Anderson asked softly, scarcely breathing.
"No problem," he replied. "I'll take care of it soon. I
don't have enough film now."
Anderson produced another film pack and handed it to him.
"It's on me," he said. "You can have these as soon as you
bring your set."
"Great. If things work out... who knows? Maybe I could get
Heather to...."
Thomas deliberately let his words trail off to entice him.
"To what?"
Anderson looked like he was about to explode.
Thomas smiled, pocketing the film pack as he turned and
walked to the door.
"Well, let's just wait and see before I make any promises. I
wouldn't want to say anything before I see the kind of pictures
I'll have to work with." He left the store before Anderson
could ask any more questions. Thomas wanted him curious and
anxious for more. He needn't have worried.
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