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This is a fictional story involving the sexual situations between

A minor and an adults, adults and animals, interracial sex, cuckolding,

Spying, voyeurism, drugging and non-consensual sex acts.

Zipp2 does not condone child abuse and or any other act that is

Against the law in whatever country or state you may live in.

This story is fantasy. If these subjects offend you, close this

Page NOW! If you choose to read on you must be 18 years or older.

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Any similarities to any person living or dead are purely

Coincidental.

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Sara’s Humiliation

By Zipp2

Part 2

A Helping hand For Sara.

Sara still had not gone back to her apartment after she had been raped by the pack of black boys from the youth center. She found that even after three weeks it was still clouding her mind. Everyone around her could see the change in her. At work colleagues were very patient when they found her looking out into space at meetings. Somehow the entire staff had already heard what had happened that night or at least the story she had told the police. They all seemed to understand and no pressure was put on her to talk or explain her lack of attention.

She was contacted by her employer’s services and asked if she needed to talk with someone. They reassured her that they wanted to do whatever was needed to help her back on the road, as they called it, to “good health”. She had refused, telling them that she was all right and that she just needed a little time. She did notice that her counterparts seemed to avoid her, and when they thought that she couldn’t hear, they talked about what it must have been like for her. They discussed what it must have felt like to suffer the repeated assault of her many attackers. They also went on and on about how lucky she was just to be alive after what she had been through. The worst part for Sara was the fact that they were right. She was troubled. Something was wrong, but it was not what her friends envisioned.

It was the fact that Sara couldn’t get the feelings and images of what happened that night out of her head. Every time she closed her eyes she saw them again. Images flashed in her mind of young black cocks ramming in and out of her without compassion, cocks attached to the very boys that she had befriended. She saw their black cocks in great detail as they all hardened to enter her pussy like a line of twisted evil soldiers marching into battle. In her mind’s eye, she could still see the older boys pulling their cocks from her vagina with long thick lines of sperm hanging from them. She found it harder and harder to concentrate on her job. Sara would be trying to work at her desk, and she would suddenly feel a warm rush in between her legs, a tingle of excitement at just the faintest recollection of the humiliation she had felt.

She knew that it just didn’t wasn’t right, didn’t make sense. Sara knew that when she thought back on what had happened she became confused. She had begged for them not to do it. She had pleaded and fought but to no avail as the boys had still raped her. They had taken her over and over again, so she had the right to feel humiliated. They had taken her in front of her brother and had made him watch. What Sara couldn’t figure out was why every time she remembered just how humiliated she had felt she would get a wicked flood of excitement rushing between her legs. The feeling would get even worse when she thought about her brother being there. She would be sitting at her desk, and all of the sudden those feelings would rise up inside of her without warning, and she would feel her face blush.

Sara began to realize that she might really need help when she remembered just what she had let her little brother do to her - do with her! Sara felt pangs of guilt run over her every time she let her mind look behind that black curtain she had erected in her mind to keep her from thinking about the nasty, unforgivable things she had done. She would curse herself for her actions, but just the smallest memory would bring her mind back into that dark place.

The only thing that she had done right in the past few weeks was to stay away from Tommy. She knew that she should never have let it go as far as it did that night. Sara knew that she would regret what she had done with her little brother for the rest of her life, but why then did she almost orgasm at just the thought of having him back inside of her. Sara couldn’t explain the way it made her feel. She was ashamed that Tommy had seen her naked. She was mortified that he had watched all of his black friends fuck her silly, and she regretted that they had forced her to suck on his dick and made him penetrate her the way they did. Why then was she so turned on by it? Sara had no idea, and later that night the more she tried not to think about what she had done with Tommy the more difficult it became for her to work or do anything else.

At the end of the day, Sara would go back to her parents’ home and rush past everyone hoping against hope that she would not run into her little brother on the way up to her room. She would shut her door and turn off the lights. There in the darkness she would finally succumb to her base needs and let her fingers dance across her soft belly, playing between her legs as she let all of the lurid images and feelings flood her mind. She would bite her lip to keep from crying out when orgasm after orgasm rushed over her as she recalled how humiliated she had felt to have all the black boys fuck her without mercy until they were finished leaving her full of cum like so much trash on the shower floor. She remembered what it was like to have Mark grunting away above her as she looked into his still boyish face all the while feeling his hard shaft moving back and forth inside of her. She felt ashamed as she glanced to the side and saw her younger brother, Tommy, watching as they used her like a ragdoll.

Sara recalled the feeling of small hands gripping her hips as she was taken from behind by one of those nasty black boys. She had another orgasm when she recalled how degraded she felt when she realized that she had never been allowed to see just which boy was fucking her. She was not allowed to look back to see. Could it have been Dillon, the most quiet and shy boy in her class, the boy that opened the doors for her when she would come into the center? Sara was lost in masturbation when she heard a knock on her door.

“Sara, can we talk?”

Sara’s eyes flew open as her passion-flooded brain recognized her father’s voice.

“Sara… Could I please come in?”

Sara was just able to clutch a blanket before her father slowly opened the door. He walked up to the side of her bed and looked down at her. His face was somber, but he forced a smile.

“Back in bed huh, Honey?” he said as he sat down at the edge of her bed and patted her lower leg.

“I was tired and, I didn’t feel well,” Sara said trying to answer her fathers question.

“Never mind that now!”

“Dear… I have someone downstairs that your mother and I would like you to meet,” he said with a wave of his hand.

“Can you come down?”

“Sure, Dad. I’ll come down. Just give me a minute,” Sara said shielding her face with her hand so that he couldn’t see just how much color she had in her cheeks. “I’ll be right down.”

“Good,” was all he said as he left her room and gently closed the door behind him.

Sara pulled back the blanket that had hidden her nudity from his eyes and sat up. “Who could they want her to meet?” she asked herself as she pulled on a light white top and swept on a wraparound skirt that came to just above her knees. She searched in vain for the bikini-style panties that she had on earlier with no success. Sara decided that no one would ever know she didn’t have any panties on, so she stopped her search and started looking for shoes. Sara looked around her old room, and all she could find that would work was a pair of old espadrilles. She slipped on the tall shoes and ran her fingers through her long blonde hair.

She opened the door and slowly descended the stairs to the living room. Her mother and father were sitting on the couch, and across from them was a man that Sara didn’t know. He was older than her parents, perhaps sixty or so, and dressed in a cold gray suit. He still had most of his hair, and it was all curly and gray. His eyes locked with hers the instant that she entered the room, and she was suddenly self-conscious about being naked under her skirt. She wished she’d taken time to put on a pair of panties – any panties!

“Honey,” Sara’s mother said, “This is Don Adams. He has been a friend of your father’s for many years, and he just happens to be a psychiatrist.”

Sara nodded her head in his direction and frowned toward her parents.

“Mother, I told you I don’t need a psychiatrist or anyone else for that matter,” Sara said in a hurt tone.

“Yes, we know, Sara, but…” her father started with a commanding tone. “Don is here as a friend. We told him about… well, what happened, and we asked him to come and talk with you. If you don’t want to talk with him, that’s fine, but we hoped that you would. Your mother and I are just so worried about you.”

Sara’s shoulders slumped forward as she gave in. Here was another person, a friend of her father’s, and now he also knew that she had been raped. She felt her face flush from the embarrassment. “Ok. I’ll try.”

“Fine then,” her father said as they all rose together and Sara followed them into the kitchen where she was almost knocked down by a fourth grader, a little boy.

“Scott!” Don said grabbing the boy by the arm and pulling him back. “Scott is my grandson. I’m watching him until his mother gets off work. I had no place to leave him, so here he is.”

Sara looked at the boy. He had brown hair, blue eyes and freckles. Sara guessed his age to be about nine years old. He looked up at her as his grandfather said “Scott, tell the young lady you’re sorry for bumping into her.”

“I’m sorry,” Scott said, and he was off again.

All of the adults exchanged glances of amusement as they walked toward the table that was set for three places. There were cookies and a big picture of tea. Sara took a seat at the far end of the table while her parents and the doctor sat at the other. They all looked at Don as he sat down and opened a pad of paper that was lying there.

“Ok, Sara… just relax and know that I’m only here because your parents care for you a great deal,” Dr. Adams said as he put on a pair of gold reading glasses. “They are concerned about how you have been acting for the last few weeks after your…incident.”

Sara’s mother started to cry and was quickly comforted by her father.

“Ok. Sara you can trust me, and please try to answer my questions as fully as possible. It will help us all in the end.”

Sara pulled herself up straight in her chair and eyed the doctor. “First of all, Doctor Adams, I don’t need help. I’m fine and I don’t really want to talk about anything with you.”

“Oh really, Sara. If that's true, then why are you spending so much time in your room alone?” the doctor stated as he looked at her, his steel colored eyes hard and unmoving. “Your parents tell me that you didn’t go back to your own apartment. Why is that?”

“Well, I just needed some time to…”

The doctor cut her off.

“They tell me that as soon as you get home, you hide in your room for hours. Is this true?”

Sara couldn’t tell the doctor the truth. She dare not say that she was up in her room thinking about the boys and playing with herself!

“Err... Sometimes…I need to be alone…” Sara started to answer.

“Your parents also tell me, Sara, that you have been avoiding them and your little brother. Is that true?” Dr. Adams demanded as his cold steel blue eyes stared at her again.

Sara looked around the room. Her parents both sat at the far end of the table looking like someone in the family had just died. She looked back at the doctor. His stare bored into her, and she was sure that this man could tell that she wasn’t being honest. She stared down at her polished nails and tapped them on the table. She didn’t want to go through this again. It was humiliating, and she knew she couldn’t tell them the truth. She was trapped – again! “Ok…Fine… You are right, Doctor”, she conceded. “I have not been myself lately,” Sara said as she looked up at all of them.

“You can call me ‘Don’ if it’s easier, Sara. I want to be your friend. I want to help you, but I can only do that with your full cooperation. Do you understand?” Don asked.

“Yes, Doctor,” Sara said with a tight grin.

“That’s good news, Sara. Let’s get started.” Don picked up his pencil and made a few quick notes on the pad in front of him.

“Tell me Sara. What was it like?” He asked her.

“What was what like?” She echoed back.

“What was the rape like?” Don said flatly.

Sara didn’t know how to answer the questions. What was she going to tell them all? How could she ever explain what really happened to her now that she had lied to the police, now that she had lied to everyone. Should she come clean and just confess, tell them that she had made up the story about being the rape victim of a gang of black men to hide the fact that it was a gang of black boys from the youth center. Should she tell them that after she had been raped she had let her little brother have her as some kind of twisted reward for saving her even after she had found that she had enjoyed being ravaged by his little friends. How could Sara explain any of this to the Doctor or her parents so that they could understand the truth? Sara knew that going forward she had to be very careful.

“Are you all right Sara?” the doctor asked snapping her mind back to reality.

“Yes, I’m fine. The rape, Doctor! What was it like? It was terrible. I mean there were so many of them, and they held me down on the floor. I told all of this to the police already,” Sara added in a rush.

“I know, but that is not what I mean, Sara,” Don paused. “I meant what did you experience when it happened? How did you feel?” The doctor looked up at her again.

“I felt… used… and most of all humiliated,” Sara said as she watched Scott run into the kitchen, duck under the tablecloth and disappear under the table.

“Hmmm…” Don looked after his grandson and frowned.

“Sorry, Sara, but I wanted to know how you felt when they first grabbed you. So, what were you doing when they attacked you?”

Sara’s mind raced.

“Well, they were big, and I was in the shower washing my hair. It was right after I had finished with the children. I had just soaped up my hair when I hear someone coming, and before I could even look up I felt them grab me.”

“Yes, that’s better, Sara. What happened next?” the doctor said all the time taking notes.

“They pushed me down on the floor and… That’s when they raped me,” Sara said looking up.

“Don’t stop; go on.”

The doctor’s persistence surprised and agitated Sara. This much had been enough for the police. She hadn’t had to tell more than that. She swallowed hard as she looked at the three of them. What did he want from her? Details! “Well, first of all, they were very strong. They tied my hands with something. I couldn’t see,” Sara said.

“So, this is how your wrists were bruised?” her father asked.

“Yes, and they held me down by the wrists later. That also hurt me.”

“So, you were naked with soap in your eyes and they had you pinned down on the floor and tied your hands,” Don said looking up at her father.

“That’s right,” Sara said looking up.

“That must have made you feel really helpless,” the doctor solicited.

“Yes. I was powerless and so ashamed of those men seeing me naked,” Sara lied. Inside, she felt a thrill run through her as she remembered herself wet and slippery squirming on the floor with all of the boys watching her.

“What happened next?”

“Well, they lifted me up and hung my hands over a hook on the back wall,” Sara said as she watched the young boy reappear from under the table for just a second. He grinned at her and then disappeared back under the table again.

“Do we need to go over all of this? I don’t see how this can help,” Sara complained to the doctor.

Don looked at Sara’s parents and told them as he shook his head “I told you this was not going to be easy.” He wrote something on the paper in front of him and then looked up again.

“Did the men hurt you, Sara?”

“Of course they did,” Sara snapped.

“I understand, but bear with me here. When they had you up on that hook, they were able to do whatever they wanted to do to you. Is that correct,” Don asked.

“Yes…” Sara hesitated as she felt someone touch her right knee, her mind confused for a moment.

“So, that’s when they raped you. Did they all keep their clothes on?” He asked her.

Sara felt it again. It was a slight pressure on her knee. She cocked her head and looked under the table and almost gasped out loud at what she saw. Scott’s head was inches from her knees. All Sara could really see was the top of his head. The doctor’s grandson was looking up her dress! It didn’t help that the flap of her wraparound had slipped off of her knee exposing most of her leg. He was slowly moving forward where her legs gapped and was only inches from her knee with his cheek. Sara didn’t know what to do. She really should pull her skirt together, but something inside of her wanted it to open even more. Besides, the young boy’s granddad and her parents were right there in the same room sitting at the end of the table.

“Sara!” the doctor barked at her.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” she said looking up from under the table.

“I know this is going to be hard for you to answer, but I have to ask these questions. Were the black men… were they well hung? By this I mean did they have large penises?”

Sara couldn’t believe it. The young boy under the table was peeking at her crotch, and his grandfather was asking her how big the black men’s dicks were?

Sara felt a strange excitement rush over her, the same feeling she had felt when her brother had first seen her naked. She felt humiliated as she tried to answer the doctor’s questions while his young grandson was stealing peeks up her dress under the table. She felt that rush, that tingle that moved over her body, and a faint shiver ran along her legs and arms and ended at her pussy. Sara decided that she liked the feeling. She didn’t just like it. She loved it!

“Penises… Do you mean their…Mmmm dicks, Doctor?” Sara said as her parents both looked up with shock on their faces.

“Yes, Sara. That is what I mean. Were they big enough that they hurt you?”

Sara felt the forbidden excitement passing over her. She was ashamed that she had been raped but by the end had really enjoyed it. Now, here she was forced to answer the doctor’s intimate and embarrassing questions in front of her parents with a nine-year-old boy looking between her legs. She loved it! She slowly opened her legs just a bit and moved forward a little in her chair making her skirt slip open some more. She decided that she was going to let little Scott get a good eyeful of her cunt if that’s what he wanted.

She felt the air hit her wet pussy lips as she spread her legs a little for the boy. All the while she looked into the faces of his grandfather and her parents as if nothing were happening under the table. “Yes, Doctor,” Sara said.

“I was asking whether the size of their… dicks, since you used the word, hurt when they forced themselves into you?” the doctor repeated at the same time giving her parents a reassuring look.

“Oh God, Doctor. You can’t imagine how it felt,” Sara responded. “There’s no way I can describe what it was like for that part of me to be opened up like that.” Internally, she was smiling at the misdirection she’d given the nosy doctor. The memory of boy cocks repeatedly dilating her pussy made her let down a flood of juices as she suffered through the interrogation.

“Now I know this is painful for you, Sara, but how long did they rape you like that?”

Sara looked down and used her fingers to slowly pull the thin fabric of her wraparound skirt aside for the boy to get a better view of her pussy. She had moved down some toward the edge of the chair, and she knew that by now Scott could see all of her exposed pussy laid out before him. She watched without resistance as Scott moved between her legs. She felt another chill run down her spine as she felt his small hands grab each of her knees and boldly pull them all the way open.

Sara was shocked that a boy this young would be so forward with her. She felt him forcefully push her legs open as wide as they would go. Her mind suddenly rushed back to how she was playing with her pussy when they had interrupted her. She had not finished and her pussy now started oozing juices again. An underage boy was able to see her mature, bushy cunt, and she knew he should not. The way Scott was holding her legs open without her permission under the table - that’s what made it so exciting. She looked up at her parents.

“They raped me for a very long time, Doctor. No one came along to stop them for more than an hour.”

“So, they used you for more than an hour hung up like that.”

“No. After the first man finished fucking me…err, how did you say it, using me, his friends pulled me down from the hook and pushed my face back into the wet shower floor, and that’s when they started to umm… use me from behind with their cocks.”

She looked at the shock in her parent’s faces and felt a rush of humiliation pass over her, but that’s not all she felt. She started to feel small pokes of Scott’s young fingers pushing against her soggy cunt. Scott was beginning to feel up her pussy lips.

Sara responded by stretching her legs a little wider for him. She now had the toe of each shoe wrapped around the front legs of her chair as she held her pussy open wide for the young boy under the table. She could feel the forbidden touch of his fingers and, each movement felt like a lightning bolt ripping through her. She had to fight to stay still in the chair as Scott poked around.

“How long did they take you in this position, Sara,” the Doctor asked.

“A long time… longer than they used me on the wall, I mean they had me down on the ground, and one of them was holding onto my hips, and the other man had moved around in front of me.” Sara answered his questions trying to stay still in her chair as she allowed the Doctor’s grandson to play with her pussy.

“I know this is hard for you, Sara. I know it’s hard for your parents to hear this. In the end this will help with your recovery, so be honest with me. Did they cum inside of you?”

That was all Sara had to hear, talking about how the black boys had fucked her in front of her father’s friend and her parents while Scott had now figured out that he could easily slide his whole finger inside of the twenty nine year old cunt was too much for Sara. When she felt the finger slide in more than three inches she started to cum.

She had never felt more excited and humiliated in her life. She stared at her parents with a glazed look and fought back the animal grunt that wanted to escape her lips. She felt her neck and back flex as the orgasm passed over her in waves of forbidden lust.

“Yesss, Doctor!” Sara said as normally as she could.

“So each of these black men came inside of you,” the Doctor asked. “And did they give you the rape pill at the hospital?”

Sara’s head was spinning. She had to get away from Scott, or he was going to make her cum again, and she knew that she would give herself away if she did. She tried to close her legs, but she felt the kid under the table was fighting with her when she tried to close them. Sara found that she had to stop. The effort it was taking to try to close her legs was going to alert the others at the table that something was up if she kept doing it.

Sara found that Scott was now in control under the table, and now that she had fought him and tried to close her legs, he had really started to poke and pinch at her pussy and tender lips.

“I never thought of that at the hospital,” Sara was able to get out.

“There is no need to be frightened because of it. I’m sure they gave it to you. It’s standard practice for any rape victim at a hospital to be given a prophylactic medicine to prevent infection and pregnancy.”

Scott now had more fingers in Sara’s cleft, maybe three, and Sara could feel them moving in and out of her cunt, Now, she was having a hard time just listening to the doctor. She glanced down for just a second, and when she looked back up, she saw that her father was under the table. Sara froze in fear as her father reappeared next to her mother and handed the pen back to the Doctor that he must have retrieved.

She waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. Maybe he didn’t see anything from the other end of the table. Maybe he never looked this way. Shit! It didn’t seem likely. Sara realized again just how humiliating this could become if her father had seen what Scott was doing to her under the table. She felt sweat start to form on her forehead as she looked at her father. She was just barely aware of the Doctor as he spoke.

“So Sara the important thing is that now that it’s over and in the past, it can't hurt you anymore. Not in your parent’s home. Your parents want me to tell you to take all the time you need to get better. You can stay here for as long as you need.” The Doctor beamed a large reassuring smile at her, but all she could think of was that her father may have seen what she and Scott were up to.

“Ok.” She said flatly.

How was she going to get up? How was Sara going to get away from here without everyone seeing what was going on under the table when she stood. After all, a wraparound skirt just doesn’t slip down into place like a regular one. Someone was sure to notice when she stood up. Her mind raced for an answer when all of the sudden she saw Tommy appear at the far end of the room. As the adults made small talk, Tommy slipped under the table unseen to everyone but her. No one seemed to notice him at all. Only Sara saw her brother. She didn’t know what to do. The doctor’s grandson had her pinned.

She felt Scott’s hand pull back from her pussy, and she found that she could close her legs again. While the other adults were distracted, she quickly jumped up from the table and with a grin asked if they were done for the day.

“Yes. We can talk again next week,” the doctor said more to her parents than to her.

Sara checked her skirt and walked away. As she did, she looked back under the table and saw her brother Tommy holding Scott down. Her little hero had saved her again. This time he had saved her from more embarrassment than she could even think of. As Sara ran back to her room, she could still feel the young boy’s touch, and it gave her an erotic glow. Tempted though she was to finish masturbating, she had other plans. She would wait until later, and then she would reward Tommy, and this time she would really take her time.

Sara’s father, Brett, could hardly believe what he saw under the table when he retrieved his friend’s pen. There under the table, he had seen his beautiful, intelligent and successful daughter with her legs wide open. That would have been bad enough, but that was not all he had witnessed under that table. His daughter was showing off for the young boy and was letting him touch her right there in the kitchen all the while responding to his friend’s counseling and giving no clue that anything was amiss.

He sat there across the table from her still not believing what he had seen with his own eyes. Sara didn’t show any sign that anything was going on or out of place. She was talking with the Doctor and answering his questions as though nothing were happening. Brett knew that he dare not say anything, or everyone would see what he wished he had not seen. What Sara was doing under the table was against the law, and she could be in serious trouble.

So Brett sat there and kept quiet. The interview was soon over and he watched as Sara left the table. His friend Don was telling Martha and him ways to proceed to help their daughter when all that was going through Brett’s mind was that Sara was more troubled than even he had thought. That had to be what it was. Sara had gone mad, insane and she was sicker than he and his wife ever dreamed. She had just been raped and that must have made her snap. That would explain it, but still he remained quiet, and his friend pulled his grandson from under the table where Brett was really surprised to discover Tommy. They said their goodbyes and left. As Brett showed them out, he couldn’t help but wonder what to do next.

The rest of the night was a blur for Brett as he listened to his wife talk about how well Sara seemed to respond to the doctor’s questions about what had happened to her at the youth center. Even when Martha questioned Sara’s out-of-character use of vulgarity to answer the doctor’s questions, Brett just nodded. He just couldn’t pull his mind away from what he had seen under the table.

That night he couldn’t sleep because he knew what he had to do. Brett had to talk to Sara, but he wanted to wait until his wife was asleep so that their conversation couldn’t possibly be overheard. He didn’t want to upset his wife if he didn’t need to. He wanted to make sure that he had it all worked out in his head before he told his wife anything about it. He pulled himself out of bed and slowly climbed the stairs toward Sara’s room dreading what he knew he had to do.

As he approached the top of the stairs he heard voices. They were soft and muffled, but he was sure he heard them. Sara and Tommy must still be up talking. He moved closer to the sounds, and then he froze.

“That’s it Tommy. You’re my little hero! Fuck me harder!”

Brett took another step forward.

“Grab my hips with both hands. Don’t be afraid, grab them harder… Yes, just like that, Tommy, now. Yeah, oh yes!” Brett could hear Sara’s voice very clearly now.

“Oh, I need this Tommy.”

“That’s it, Sis. Give me your pussy as a reward for saving you.” Tommy’s voice was harder to hear, so Brett took another step in the darkness toward his son’s door.

“Yes, you can have me anytime you want me, my little hero.”

“Anytime I want?”

“Yes, anytime, and I don’t care who knows about it, Tommy. I don’t care if mother and father know. I don’t care if that dipshit doctor knows. I just need you, my hero. I need your dick inside of me. Now FUCK me!”

Brett couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How low had Sara sunk after her rape? She was having sex with her own little brother. First, he caught her showing her private parts to a little boy she barely knew under the table, and now she was having sex with her little brother. How could she do this? He realized that he had a lot to learn about rape victims.

“Fuck, Tommy. Harder… Just let me move on your… Just like that. AGGGGG!” Sara’s orgasm echoed down the hallway.

Brett just barely opened the door to Tommy’s room, and he was able to see just how low his lovely daughter had gone. His son was standing behind her, and Sara was grinding her ass up against the boy like some cheap pole dancer would to earn a buck. Tommy had his sister’s ass and was holding it with both hands, and as her father watched, Sara was moving her head back and forth as she shamelessly ground her hips against her young brother.

Speechless, Brett backed away down the hallway. This was far worse than he expected. He half ran down the stairs just to get away from what he had heard and seen. The worst part was that as he slipped into bed next to his wife, he realized that he had an erection! Now he wondered what was wrong with himself that he could be turned on by such a depraved act. There was no ignoring the stiffness in his pajamas.

The end... for now.

More to come if comments are good.  I wanted to say I am sorry for the formatting problems.  I'm always looking for good ideas for stories. If you like my stories please let me know at: zipp2stories at gmail.com. If you don't like them... don't read them.