Since the story takes place in the early 1800s London, descriptions of clothing, places, language and such will reflect such a time. Things such as AIDS, safe sex, morals and plausibility have not yet come into being so deal with it. Thank you for your time.
Some parts of the chapters will contain no sex and are merely just part of the classic tale in order to keep the narrative feel of the story.
Young Ebenezer grasped the tops of his sister Fan's white bloomers and began tugging them down.
"Stand up, dear sister, so I can remove your garments," Young Ebenezer bade her do.
Fan stood up and Young Ebenezer pulled her bloomers down her legs, revealing a pair of white cotton knickers. (author's note: so many gosh darn clothes the girls wore back then; it was a wonder anyone got any loving done at all) Fan lifted each of her legs and stepped out of her bloomers. Ebenezer looked his sister over with delight. Truly she was a beauty. Frail, yes. Delicate, yes. But a beauty notwithstanding.
Her thin legs were encased in black stockings, disappearing into the black high-buttoned boots she wore. Her thighs were mere wisps of flesh where the frilly garter straps were hanging down, holding her stockings up. Young Ebenezer buried his face into his sister's stomach, feeling her warmth. The one-room schoolhouse was cold, the fireplace having been shut down for the Christmas vacation, but his sister's body felt like it was on fire!
"Come, dear brother, we must be quick before they bring your bags down from upstairs!" Fan urged Young Ebenezer.
Ebenezer Scrooge pulled away from his sister's body and reached out and started pulling down her knickers. Fan's black pubic hair emerged as he slipped down the cotton undergarment. As he slid the knickers down over the garter belt clips Fan's entire cunt was exposed to Young Ebenezer's gaze. A perfect vee, his sister's cunt was as delicate as the rest of her body. Sculpted wondrously, it was nestled firmly in between her slim thighs.
Ebenezer waited while his sister stepped out of her knickers to stand before him in her white corset and brassiere and her black stockings. There was no time to remove her other garments so they both had on their upper clothes.
Young Ebenezer reached out and touched his hand to Fan's cunt, rubbing her in between her legs. He used the side of his hand, the hard bone there, to slide back and forth against his sister's cunt. He could feel the moistness already beginning to flow from her sex. His own prick throbbed intently as the prospect of what was about to happen made him tingle. Here, both siblings virgins, giving themselves to one another fully. Young Ebenezer Scrooge was never more happier. And unbeknownst to him at the time, he would never be again, either.
"Hurry, Ebenezer, we must hurry! There is little time," Fan intoned, growing restless.
Fan stepped astride her brother's lap and faced him. She looked down at his throbbing tool and hoped that it would fit inside her small hole. She had not learned that much about sex from her father and certainly not about when a man puts his prick into a woman's cunt. But she had wanted to try and she also wanted to have a baby. And she had wanted her own brother to be the father!
"Hold your prick still for me," Fan told Young Ebenezer.
Ebenezer grasped the base of his prick and held it steady as his sister positioned the head of his tool at the entrance to her cunt. Gently she lowered herself down onto the eight-inch prick. She could feel the head squeeze in between her cunt lips. She hesitated, a slight fear coursing through her thin, frail body.
Young Ebenezer was beside himself as he could feel the heat from his sister's cunt envelop his member. He wanted to thrust himself up into his sister's hole but did not want to hurt her with his size as this was her first time.
Fan eased down on her brother's prick a little more, then, feeling it press into her. Gradually she slid down his prick until she felt something block the further continuance of his member inside her. She wiggled her body a bit in the hopes of maybe getting her brother's prick in at a different angle. But nothing happened.
Young Ebenezer felt the obstruction instantly. Now his prick was being sucked into his sister's hot, moist hole and he could hold back no longer! He thrust upwards with a mighty lunge and his prick suddenly tore through something thin and in an instant he was fully inside of his sister's cunt!
Fan felt a tiny pinch and the smallest jot of pain but the next thing she knew her brother's prick was jammed up inside of her. Totally. As frail as Fan's body was, so were her insides. So her virginity was quite easy to take.
Young Ebenezer had never experienced such a sensation as he was now experiencing. It felt like his prick was being squeezed in a vise, although the feeling was in no way unpleasant! On the contrary, it was as if the vise was equipped with a hot molten sleeve and was constantly supplied with liquid moisture. When Young Ebenezer would use his hand on his member it would take perhaps fifteen minutes or so to achieve his release. But this--THIS was something that could make him attain that same result within minutes!
At first, Fan was content to just sit there on her brother's lap feeling his prick inside of her. She could feel her muscles in her groin contracting and grip the massive tool inside her hole. But surely there was more to it than this? So she began to move her hips up and down. She began to lift herself up and down on her brother's lap and she could now feel his prick slide in and out of her hole. As it did this, Fan began to feel the wondrous feelings that she sometimes felt when her father would rub her cunt while in bed with her.
As soon as his sister began bucking up and down on his prick Young Ebenezer knew that he would not last much longer. Her once-virgin cunt stroked his erect prick like no hand ever could. Each time that his sister would lower herself onto his rod he could feel the tip of his prick bump against something pliable inside of her body. He knew not what this was but wondered if this was where he would make a baby inside his sister.
The sound of people yelling penetrated the siblings' reverie and Fan urged her brother to quicken his arrival as her father had termed it to her. She had often used her soft, velvety hand to hasten her father's 'arrival' and then he would spill his seed upon her hand. Now she wished for her brother dear to spill his seed inside of her, hopefully giving her a baby.
She hastened her riding of his prick and bounced up and down on his tool harder. She felt her muscles spasm and waves of pleasure coursed through her young delicate body and she almost swooned as the intense feelings swept through her. At the same time, Young Ebenezer felt his sister's cunt squeeze around his prick and this final vise-like grip was the forbearance to his own release!
His seed spewed from his prick mightily into his sister's belly. He thrust his spewing prick tightly into her cunt, expending his seed with such a force that he surely thought that it would overfill her. Once depleted, his member shrank sufficiently enough to allow it to slip from Fan's hole. Fan climbed off of her brother's lap and quickly slid on her knickers. She didn't want any of his seed to spill onto the floor and lose it.
While his sister quickly dressed herself properly, Young Ebenezer pulled on his britches and closed them up. He helped Fan with her dress and soon both siblings were the picture of propriety once again.
"Come, brother, let us make for home now. We shall all live happily together. At last. The way it should be, Ebenezer."
"Yes, dear Fan, we shall! You alone love me, as I alone shall always love you. Say you will always love me, Fan, say it!"
"Of course I will always love you, Ebenezer! Forever!"
"Then you must never die, Fan! You must never die!" Young Ebenezer admonished her.
The siblings hugged one another and then arose and headed for the carriage that awaited to take them both back to their father and their home.
The aged spirit looked at invisible Scrooge and noticed a small tear in the corner of his eye.
"Why the tear, Ebenezer?" the kindly spirit asked.
"Eh? What?" Ebenezer grumbled.
"Why are you saddened?" the spirit plied on.
"Oh, it is nothing. Just a memory, is all. Is that all here? Are we done yet, spirit?"
"Just a few more scenes, Ebenezer. Touch my robe again and alight with me."
Once more Scrooge laid his hand on the old spirit's robe and was uplifted. They sped through space as if unmoving and yet they must have moved for they appeared soon in another setting. This one in a garden. In springtime.
It seemed a familiar place to Scrooge but he was not quite sure where from.
"See yourself now, Ebenezer. See yourself in love," the spirit intoned, and Scrooge was forced to witness yet another marking in his past.
Two figures strolled down the garden path. One carried a parasol to shield her fair face from the sun. The other carried a walking stick, dressed in handsome finery. A silk gentleman's hat adorned his head, covering the fine-shorn locks of hair. His custom-tailored suit fit him exquisitely and his boots were of the finest most expensive leather there was. It was of course Scrooge himself as a young man.
Already prospering in business, having just entered a partnership with another young man name of Jacob Marley. Together, they had managed to buy out the ownership rights to old Fezziwig's business, and now co-owned the entire company. Fezziwig himself was forced to retire and Scrooge and Marleys was born.
The young woman walking with Scrooge was a pauper girl whom Scrooge had mildly been attracted to and whom he had given himself to in order to win her favors. She had given her virginity to him ever so easily and now she was speaking of engagements and weddings and the like and Scrooge was worried. Not that the girl wanted to get married, but that she was poor! Well, compared to him she was poor. And not only that but he wasn't really in love with her, anyway. He may have thought that he was, at least on the surface, but deep down he wasn't. No, his love was with another. But that love had nowhere to go. Alas, it fell on deaf ears.
"So then you love me no longer, Ebenezer?" the girl asked him.
"It is you who say such things, my dear."
"So it is true then?"
"Only from your lips," Ebenezer chided.
"I fear another has replaced me," she plied on.
"What is that?" Ebenezer asked stoically.
"Another love has taken my place in your heart has it not, Ebenezer?"
"If you say so, my dear."
"Can you not for once answer to my convictions wholeheartedly, Ebenezer?" she cried now.
"None have taken your place, my love," Ebenezer lied.
"It is just as well, Ebenezer. Your promise to wed me is an old one. I no longer hold you to it. You may court another if you wish."
"But I wish for no other, my dear," Ebenezer said, unconvincingly.
"I pray for you, my dear Ebenezer, that you may find happiness in your life."
And at that, the young woman walked away with her parasol. Ebenezer Scrooge watched her walk away with not the slightest bit of guilt. He wanted nor needed no woman. If he could not have who he wanted most of all, then he would immerse himself in business. He would lose his heart to the business of making money. A poor substitute for love, but that was that. Ebenezer Scrooge would never show or give love again--as long as he lived!
"Show me no more, spirit!" Scrooge pleaded with the old man.
"There is but one more shadow you must see," the spirit bade him.
"I--I cannot bear to see more of my past life," Scrooge implored.
"Why? Was it so bad? Were you not happy?"
"I--I don't know," Scrooge said sullenly. "I--I thought that I could wash away my dreadful memories with my work. With my business. But all it did was send me deeper and deeper into a black pit. I see that now, spirit. Please, show me no more."
But the spirit took hold of Scrooge's hand and they were both transmogrified and next appeared inside a small room in a modest house. There was a single bed in the room, upon which lay a small, frail, delicate woman with black curly hair and an upturned nose.
Scrooge saw who it was and knew where they were and quickly pleaded with the spirit, "No! NO! Please, spirit! Not here! Anywhere else but here!"
"Look, Ebenezer," the spirit intoned.
"I--I cannot. I will not!" Scrooge shouted, of course unheard by the occupants of the room.
"You will look!" the spirit demanded, and Scrooge knew that it was useless to resist.
Scrooge gazed upon the bed at his sister. At Fan. His beautiful sister Fan. Tears came to his eyes. He had not been with her when she had given birth to their baby. Their incestuous baby. No, he was working, making his way up in the world of business. No time to stop for anything!
The doctor stood by the bed looking down upon the frail woman. She was near death, the birth too much for her system. Unwed, alone, her father having died months before, her only brother off somewhere, unable to be contacted. Or unwilling. No one would say who the father was and he did not pry. But it was sad.
Scrooge began crying then, a deep soulful crying.
"I'm sorry, Fan! I'm so so sorry, Fan! I should have been there! I should have been there!"
"Your sister was a frail and delicate creature, one which a wisp of air could crumple," the spirit said.
"Yes, she was. I should have realized that the birthing would be too much for her."
"And when you heard of your sister's death, what did you do?"
"What could I do?" Scrooge asked. "Tell them that I was the father of the baby? Never! I would have been ruined!"
"And so you let the baby go to a foster home, did you not, Ebenezer?"
"Of course, the best thing for it!"
"Sure, that's what you pay all those taxes for, isn't it, to keep those homes open and operating, isn't it?"
Scrooge fell silent for a minute and then turned away from the scene before him. He turned his back on his dying sister, just as he had all those years ago. After that, his love for others dissipated. He loved no more.
"Take me away, spirit, I beg of you. Take me home, please!" Scrooge begged.
"And you never wanted to find out about the baby that your sister had, did you, Ebenezer?"
"Why should I?" Scrooge barked.
"Because your sister died giving it birth, isn't that correct? Just as your own mother died giving you birth! For which your father never forgave YOU!"
"What does that have to do----!"
Scrooge stopped. He fell silent. On the bed he could hear the doctor pronouncing his sister dead. His heart froze. He whispered softly,
"I'm sorry, Fan, I'm sorry."
"Would you but know who the baby is and whom else is involved you might not be so hasty to hide away in your business," the spirit said.
"What? What was that?" Scrooge said, not quite hearing what the spirit had said.
"It is nothing. It is of no use to you now, I am afraid. Come, my time with you has drawn to a close. Let us return."
The spirit took hold of Scrooge's hand and they materialized back inside Scrooge's bedroom.
But the spirit was no longer there. Scrooge found himself on his bed, under the covers, unsure of what had just happened. Had he been dreaming?
Just then, the clock struck two!
Review this story: