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Authors name: Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)
Story title : Urchin Nation

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Urchin Nation (mm, inc, nc, ped)
by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)

***

A young teen takes matters into his own hands after 
discovering a nasty family secret. (Only mild sexual 
content)

***

I was sitting at the kitchen table trying to work out 
some Freshman Algebra One problems, and my mother was 
sitting in the living room talking to someone on the 
phone. I was deep in concentration when I realized that 
someone was calling my name.

"Franky! For God's sake! Are you deaf?"

"Uh, sorry, mom. I was concentrating on this problem," I 
told her and got up to see what she wanted.

"Here," my mother said and handed me the phone, "your 
aunt Rose wants to talk to you."

I looked at the phone in my mom's hand as though I'd 
never seen a phone before.

"Aunt Rose wants to talk to me?" I said, wonderingly.

"Oh for pete's sake, here!" My mother exclaimed and 
shoved the phone at me.

"Uh, hello, aunt Rose?"

"Hi, Franky. How are you doing?"

"Uh, I'm fine aunt Rose. How are you?"

"I'm doing just great, Franky. Listen, the reason I 
wanted to talk to you was so I could ask if you'd mind 
sitting with the kids tonight?"

"Uh, well, I'm supposed to sit Ronnie tonight, aunt 
Rose," I told her. I was confused because she was going 
out with my parents and she knew I usually sat for my 
five-year-old sister.

"I know, Franky. But, I thought you might be able to 
watch all of them together," She said to me and I could 
feel the anticipation over the phone line.

"Gee, aunt Rose, I don't know. Uh, I'd have to ask mom 
first," I told her and looked over at my mother who sat 
waiting for me to finish. She had no expression on her 
face although I was sure she knew what the conversation 
was about. Before I could ask her, Rose interrupted.

"Your mom said it would be fine, Franky. She said you're 
a good sitter and she trusts you to take care of the 
kids."

"Uh, well okay then, I guess," I told her, but my mind 
was screaming "NO!"

"Great! I'll bring the little guys over around five," she 
informed me, "now put your mom back on the line will 
you."

"Uh, sure aunt Rose. See yah later," I told her and 
handed the phone to my mother.

"So, tell me about this new guy you're seeing?" My mother 
asked my aunt.

I had been summarily dismissed and just as quickly 
forgotten. I went back to my homework and pondered the 
exercise, but I could no longer concentrate. I kept 
thinking about this evening. I would not only have to 
watch my bratty, over active sister but a seven-year-old 
monster and his equally bratty five-year-old sister. I 
should have said 'no', I told myself, but knew that her 
asking had only been a formality. 

My aunt Rose was a pretty woman of around thirty. She was 
my mother's younger sister and they were very close. Rose 
had been divorced since before her youngest had arrived 
and the rumor was that the baby hadn't been my uncle 
Roger's child. I heard my father tell my mother that 
that's why Roger had left a pregnant wife to manage on 
her own. Roger had quickly become a pariah in our 
household and we never brought up his name. Aunt Rose had 
quickly rejoined the dating pool once my cousin was born 
and now she was going through men like "grease through a 
goose" as my father liked to say. 

It didn't seem to bother my mother, but my father was 
often embarrassed by it. We live in a fairly small town 
and the only major industry there was the furniture plant 
where my dad worked as a Human Resources specialist. He 
knew almost everyone there by first name and was often 
regaled with stories of my aunt's wantonness by men she 
had dated and slept with. I often thought that perhaps my 
father was jealous and that he wanted to do her also. 

My mother was thirty-five and still an attractive woman, 
but her figure was going and she didn't seem to care. She 
smoked too much, which drove my dad nuts. And, I don't 
think the wedding bed was quite what it used to be. I 
could often hear my parents arguing at bedtime and had 
awoken on a number of occasions to find my dad asleep on 
the sofa. 

I was only fourteen, but I could see the increasing signs 
of an approaching divorce. I was ambivalent about the 
matter. My parents and I seemed to be living separate 
lives. They never asked about my schoolwork or my 
friends, and didn't seem to care what I did in my free 
time. I was a good kid or at least I think I was. I never 
stole anything. I wasn't doing drugs. My grades were 
good. I played junior varsity soccer and baseball and was 
considering going out for football the following year. I 
sometimes snuck a beer from my dad when he had a lot of 
them in the fridge out in the garage, but had never 
gotten drunk. I had a strong interest in girls and was 
starting to ask them out to movies and dances. 

My only forays into the sexual world had been when I was 
younger and some friends and I would jerk off together. 
We had jerked each other off sometimes and once my best 
friend Joey and I had sucked each other's cocks, but we 
hadn't done it for long. I had liked it, but there had 
been a lot of guilt afterwards and Joey acted like a 
total nerd about it so we hadn't ever done it again. I 
had often wondered what it would be liked to be sucked 
off all the way and I thought if the opportunity ever 
presented itself again that I would do it. Now, the only 
sex I had was masturbation, but I had lots of that. I 
would jerk off at least once a day, but usually it was 
twice and on occasions even more. 

I almost always jerked off at bed time and then usually 
once more sometime during the day. If my parents were 
gone, I'd sneak into the garage and look at some of the 
dirty magazines my dad had hidden under his workbench. 
Most of them were Playboys and Penthouses, but he had a 
few Hustlers and Gents and he had one really raunchy one 
that was written in a foreign language. That was my 
favorite. It showed people of all ages, fucking and 
sucking. 

There were young girls and boys doing it to each other 
and with adults. There was an older woman and a young 
girl eating each other's pussies and then using a dildo 
on each other. Then, there was a group of pictures of an 
older man, a young boy, and a young girl. They had 
pictures of them in all kinds of poses. They even showed 
the older man and young boy sucking each other in a 
sixty-nine position and later the man fucked the boy in 
the ass as the young girl sucked the boy off. 

I would start off by looking at any of the magazines I 
hadn't seen yet and slowly stroke my cock. I would work 
my way into a frenzy and then open the foreign magazine 
and quickly turn the pages as my orgasm rushed upon me. I 
almost always ended up looking at the pages where the 
older man was fucking the young guy. My cum would fly out 
of my cock and land five or six feet away. I would double 
over in ecstasy as my muscles reacted to the nerve 
signals coursing through my body. Once I had splattered a 
shot of cum onto the magazine and I had freaked out. I 
had panicked. 

It took me a while to calm down and rationally consider 
my options. I sopped up the cum with some tissue that I 
had brought with me for that exact purpose and then blew 
on the page for what seemed like an hour before it was 
dry enough to close the magazine. I snuck back in to the 
garage the next day and opened the magazine to make sure 
the pages didn't stick together. There was a small 
wrinkly spot at the bottom of the page, but I figured my 
father wouldn't notice. I was a lot more careful after 
that day.

I don't know why, but as I sat there pondering the 
evening's displeasure, I began to get aroused. My cock 
suddenly rose up of its own volition and begged for my 
attention. I glanced over to see if my mom could see me 
and I reached down and squeezed it through the material 
of my pants. I squeezed the head and rubbed my fingers 
along the outline of the shaft. I kept my eyes on the 
doorway to the living room in case my mother suddenly 
appeared. I was contemplating going into the bathroom to 
finish the job, but then a little voice asked:

"What're you doin'?"

My head whipped around quickly and I was confronted by 
the sight of my little sister watching my hand. 

"I'm, uh, scratching myself," I told her, but she frowned 
and didn't seem to accept the explanation.

"What have you got in your pants, Franky?" She asked as 
she kept looking at the bulge of my cock.

"Uh, I don't have anything in my pants, Ronnie," I told 
her and hoped it would satisfy her curiosity.

"Yes you do. Yes you do," she stated emphatically. Ronnie 
always had to have what I had. If I got a soda, she had 
to have some. If I ate something, she wanted some. I 
often thought about playing in traffic.

"No I don't, Ronnie!" I told her with added emphasis.

"Yes, you do! I can see it!" She almost shouted. 

I glanced at the living room doorway and didn't see my 
mother appear. She could be a tyrant at times and she 
hated to hear yelling. I looked at Ronnie and glared at 
her. She quickly looked over at the door also and 
realized she was becoming loud. Suddenly a grin spread on 
her impish face and she said:

"If you don't tell me what you've got, I'm going to tell 
mom," the little monster said.

By now my cock had gone flaccid, and not only flaccid, 
but I think it had withdrawn into my body. There was no 
longer a bulge in my pants and when Veronica looked down 
again she frowned. She looked at my hand to see if I hid 
anything there, but it lay flat on my thigh.

"What did you have in your pants, Franky?" She now asked 
more out of curiosity than want.

"Ronnie, I told you there was nothing there," I said and 
stressed the finality of the our little talk, but she 
wasn't to be deterred.

"You had something in your pants and I'm gonna tell mom," 
she said and started walking away.

"What're you going to tell her, Ronnie?" I asked.

"I'm going to tell mom you had something in your pants," 
she said and gave me an impish grin.

"Go ahead," I told her and acted as though I didn't care. 
I was hoping this would end here and now.

Veronica studied my face to see if I gave anything away, 
but I ignored her and went back to my studies. Veronica 
walked into the living room and I thought that was the 
end of it. A moment later I heard my mother ask my sister 
what the hell she wanted, using the voice of a person 
being drawn away from the phone. Then my mother yelled 
for me to go in there. 

The little bitch, I said to myself and got up to see what 
my mother wanted.

"Mom?" I asked as I walked into the living room.

My mother had the phone cradled between her shoulder and 
her ear and was holding my sister by a sleeve. Veronica 
didn't look happy at all and I felt like sticking my 
tongue out at her and saying "I told you so!"

"What the hell is she babbling about?" My mother ask me 
and shook my sister. "What did you have in your pants 
that you couldn't share with your sister?"

"I've got nothing in my pants, mom!" I told her and 
shoved my hands into my pockets and turned them inside 
out. "I don't have any idea what she was going on about."

"Sometimes you two really try my patience!" My mother 
snarled and shoved Veronica away. She put the phone back 
to her ear and resumed her conversation.

I turned and went back into the kitchen. All thoughts of 
masturbation driven far out of mind. I sat and picked up 
my pencil again. I started reading the last problem again 
when I heard a subdued sniffling next to me. I turned and 
Veronica stood there with tears in her eyes. My annoyance 
with her quickly dissipated. I reached out and pull her 
up onto my lap.

"I told you not to go to mom, but you wouldn't listen to 
me would you?" I told her gently.

"Mommy is so mean!" The five year old said.

"I know, Ronnie. That's why I keep telling you not to go 
whining to her like that. You only make it worse for both 
of us."

"I know. I forgot," she told me.

"Yeah, well you seem to forget a lot," I said and tickled 
her sides.

Veronica broke into gales of laughter and squirmed in my 
lap. I kept on tickling her and enjoyed her laughter. I 
realized suddenly that I was enjoying something else also 
as my cock started to grow again. I stopped tickling her 
and told her that I needed to finish my homework and that 
I'd play with her later. She slid off my lap and I turned 
back to my homework hoping to finish the last problem 
without further interruption. I almost jumped out of my 
chair when I suddenly felt a small hand squeeze my 
erection. I looked down to find Ronnie's hand on my lap. 
Her fingers were feeling along the outline of my 
tumescent cock. 

"Ronnie!" I hissed and pushed her hand away.

I Looked at my sister and she had a strange expression on 
her face. She knew that what she'd felt wasn't something 
in my pocket. I had the feeling she had realized what she 
was feeling, and her next words lent truth to my 
feelings.

"Why is your peepee so big, Franky?" She asked 
innocently.

I knew I couldn't avoid the question. I didn't want her 
bringing this up with my mother. Veronica knew what a 
penis was because she kept walking in on me and my father 
at odd moments. 

"Well, Ronnie. Sometimes when I have to go to the 
bathroom, but I try to hold it, then my peepee gets big 
like this," I told her and hoped that the answer would 
satisfy her.

I saw her thinking as she continued to stare at the bulge 
in my pants. I wanted to reach down and shift it around, 
but didn't dare do so while she was watching. I decided 
the best thing to do was to get up and actually go to the 
damn bathroom. I stood up, which only made my erection 
even more pronounced. I almost laughed as I saw 
Veronica's eyes open wider. Her small hand slowly rose as 
though of its own accord, but it stopped before she 
actually touched me.

"If you had to go peepee. How come you didn't?" The 
perceptive little imp asked.

"I was trying to finish my homework first, but since I've 
been interrupted so much I guess I can't wait any 
longer."

"Sorry, Franky," Ronnie half whispered, taking the 
reproach a lot harder than I had expected.

"Don't worry about it, Ronnie," I told her and tousled 
her raven tresses.

She looked up at me with a smile and followed me to the 
bathroom. I had to push her out and closed the door in 
her giggling face. I stood at the toilet and whipped out 
my half tumescent cock. I quickly brought it to its fully 
aroused state and started stroking madly. I wanted to cum 
quickly before someone interrupted me. I placed a hand on 
the wall and leaned forward as I pumped my hand up and 
down. I thought about the pictures in my father's 
magazines. I closed my eyes and tried to visualize them 
more clearly. I couldn't seem to focus and my mind kept 
wandering onto other things. 

I thought about Jennifer Savitch, the voluptuous junior 
at school who was rumored to give anyone who asked a 
blowjob. I pictured her kneeling before me and sucking on 
my cock. I could feel the juices stirring inside my balls 
as they jerked up and down. I stroked a little faster and 
tried to picture Jessica slurping on my cock again. I was 
surprised suddenly when the person I pictured turned into 
my little sister. I gasped and remembering the feeling of 
her hand on my cock brought me to a shuddering orgasm. I 
milked my cock over the toilet and gobs of cum splattered 
into the water and along the rim of the bowl. I leaned 
there, breathing hard and gently squeezing my cock.

"Did that hurt?" I heard a small voice ask.

I looked up quickly and found Veronica standing a few 
feet away. I looked over and saw that at least the 
bathroom door was closed. I quickly turned my back on 
Veronica and wiped my cock clean with some toilet paper. 
I tucked it away and zipped up. I wiped around the toilet 
bowl and then threw the tissue paper away and flushed. I 
looked at my sister then and a hundred things went 
through my mind. How could I get her to keep this a 
secret. I knew that if she ever said anything about this 
that I would be a dead man. It didn't matter that she'd 
sneaked into the john. My mother would blame me and make 
my life miserable.

I stood at the sink and washed my hands. Veronica stood 
by me and kept looking up at my face, waiting for an 
answer.

"No. It didn't hurt," I said in exasperation.

"It looked like it hurt," she said, frowning, "what were 
you doing, Franky?"

I stood there and looked at her for the longest time as 
my mind mulled over my options.

"Ronnie, do you remember when you broke that lamp and I 
told mom that the cat did it?"

"Y.. yes, Franky," she said and her face took on a look 
of fear. I sometimes used that incident to get her to 
behave. It was the big gun in my baby-sitting arsenal and 
I only used it if she was totally out of control. At the 
moment, I felt like I needed all the guns I had.

"Well, if you tell anybody about this, I'm going to tell 
mom about the lamp, and you know what happened to the cat 
don't you?"

I felt guilty at using this ploy as I watched Veronica's 
lips quiver and her eyes grow moist as she tried to hold 
back the tears. The cat had been her pet and, in her own 
way, she had loved the animal. I had told my mother that 
the cat had toppled the lamp while playing with a stuffed 
toy and not that Ronnie had knocked it over while jumping 
up and down on the sofa. My mother had responded by 
telling Veronica that she, apparently, couldn't watch out 
for her cat and she had taken the cat to the pound. 

It had been a traumatic episode in our house and a 
vicious argument had flared up between my mother and 
father. He had called her a 'soulless bitch' and I 
remembered that he had spent an entire week on the sofa. 
Veronica had been heartbroken and I was shocked. It took 
that incident to make me realize that my mother was a 
very cold person. I had thought that she was a strong 
disciplinarian, but at that moment I had realized that 
she actually just found us an annoyance. I had started to 
hate my mother and I was ashamed of it.

"Please, Franky. I don't wanna go to the pound," she said 
with a quiver in her voice.

I felt guilty for causing her anguish and I knelt down 
and pulled her into a hug. 

"Don't worry, Ronnie. Dad won't let mom take you to the 
pound, but you can't tell anybody about what I did 
because if you do then I'll get mad and tell mom about 
the lamp and she'll get really mad and she'll yell at you 
and probably pinch your arm really hard and make you cry. 
You don't want that do you?"

"N.. n.. no, Franky," she snuffled into my shoulder.

"Okay then. You have to promise and cross your heart that 
you won't tell anyone about what you saw," I told her and 
pushed her away so that she could see me make an 'x' 
across my chest. 

"Okay," Ronnie said with a smile slowly creeping back 
into her voice.

She crossed her bony little chest and swore that she 
wouldn't ever tell anyone about what I'd done.

"Just like when you took one of daddy's beers, right, 
Franky?" She told me and I flinched inwardly.

I never knew if she was letting me know that she too had 
an ace-in-the-hole or if she was just being naive. In any 
case she had kept that secret for a long time and I hoped 
that she could keep this one also.

"Are yah gonna tell me what you were doing to your peepee 
now, Franky?" She asked.

I sighed and thought of how to phrase the explanation.

"Well, Ronnie. When a boy gets older and his peepee gets 
bigger sometimes it fills up with this juice and it makes 
it hurt so the boy has to squeeze out the juice so that 
his peepee feels better again. But," 
I stopped a beat at this point to emphasize the fact that 
this was important, "we aren't supposed to let other 
people see us doing this and I could get into a lot of 
trouble if you ever told anyone. Mom might send me away 
even."

Ronnie's eyes widened at my last statement and she rushed 
into my arms.

"Oh, Franky. I don't want you to ever go away!" 

I hugged my little sister and patted her on the back. I 
felt my heart swell in my chest and my throat swelled up 
with emotion.

"Don't worry, Ronnie. I'll never let her take me away 
from my little sister," I whispered.

I took Veronica's hand and we left the bathroom and went 
into the kitchen. I sat down again and placed her on my 
lap. I picked up my pencil just as my mother came out of 
the living room. She gave us a look of distaste and 
walked through to her bedroom. I tried to finish my 
homework, but Veronica kept interrupting with questions 
about what I was doing. She would nod her head yes and 
then say "I don't understand." 

I tried to bear with her and was glad when a sudden 
commotion at the door signaled the arrival of my aunt and 
her small brood. Veronica slipped off my lap and went 
running to greet them. I took advantage of the few free 
moments I had to jot down my solution to the value of 
'x', and gathered up my books. I went into my room and 
was putting my stuff away when the door crashed open and 
a small thundering herd came rushing into my room. The 
small group came to a halt a mere foot in front of me. 

"Hi, Franky," my small cousin Kenny said.

Five-year-old Amelia stood directly behind her brother 
and I could see the top of her head. She looked up at me 
with big blue eyes.

"Don't tickle me," she said. 

In fact, this was an inducement for me to throw her upon 
the bed and rub my fingers along her sides until she 
nearly peed her pants in laughter. It had been a long-
standing tradition of at least two months.

"Okay," I told her, "I won't."

I made believe I was walking out of the room when I 
suddenly whirled upon her and grasping her small body by 
the waist threw her upon my bed. I quickly ran my fingers 
along her sides and she squealed in delight. The other 
two jumped up and down next to the bed and roared in 
laughter. 

"Will you be quiet!" My mother suddenly yelled from the 
open doorway.

We all stopped in mid scream or tickle and looked over at 
her. Her eyes smoked in anger as she glared at us. I 
picked Amelia up and set her onto her feet. We all stood 
and stared at my mother, waiting for her to continue with 
her ranting. Even my little cousins had begun to fear 
this ogre.

"You're giving me a headache!" My mother spat out. "We 
can't even hear ourselves talk in there."

"Sorry, mom," I said, but I don't know why, because I 
wasn't.

"Yeah, well sorry don't pay the bill," she said, but I 
didn't have a clue what she meant by that.

"They haven't eaten yet," she said, indicating my 
diminutive cousins, "so fix them something."

Having said that, she spun on her heels and stomped away 
with a, "fucking brats" trailing behind her.

I looked down at my charges. They all looked back at me 
in wonder. Amelia brought a small hand up to her mouth 
and giggled.

"Your mommy said the 'F' word," she said to me. 

I felt awash with shame at having a mother who would say 
that to a bunch of little kids. I felt like marching in 
there and yelling at her, but knew it would be a waste of 
time. I also wondered why she hadn't included Ronnie and 
I when she had talked about fixing supper. I guess she 
didn't care if we ate or not. Or, she may not even have 
considered the fact that we had not eaten. I hustled the 
kids into the kitchen and gave them all a glass of milk 
and told them to sit at the table and be quiet. They had 
felt the wrath and were more than happy to obey. I 
grabbed a couple boxes of macaroni and cheese and started 
some water to boil. 

I opened a can of tuna and thawed out some peas under 
running hot water. The kids watched every move and 
supplied a running commentary on the obvious.

"He's making us cheese and macaroni," Kenny said.

"He puts tuna fish and peas in it," my sister whispered 
and waited to see what her cousins' reactions would be 
before joining in.

"I like tuna and peas," Amelia said, coming to her 
favorite cousin's defense. 

I looked over and she grinned at me from under a large 
milk mustache. 

We ate quietly around the small kitchen table and spent 
idle minutes chattering about their busy adolescent 
lives. Kenny told me about the trials and tribulations of 
second grade and the two girls who were both in the same 
preschool classes told us about the yucky boys in their 
class and of the bratty things they did. You could tell 
from the way they spoke that they actually thought the 
boys were cool. My father walked into the kitchen as we 
were finishing up.

"Hey, champ," he said and clapped a hand on my shoulder, 
"you got everything under control here?"

"Yeah, dad. No problems. When are you guys leaving?" 

"As soon as I change my clothes and your aunt's new boy 
toy shows up," he said, and waggled his eyebrows. 

I grinned at his remark and he squeezed my shoulder 
before turning away. There was a sadness around my 
father's eyes. He was slowly being ground down into 
nothing. His personality was being worn away as he spent 
every day kowtowing to my mother's demands. She was 
always harping at him about not wanting to go out and 
party every night. She called him a 'stick in the mud' 
and he merely grinned and bore it. 

I swallowed a sudden anger and turned back to washing the 
dishes. I had taken out a game of Chutes and Ladders and 
the three kids were enjoying themselves. I could hear 
from some of the comments that the rules were not being 
strictly adhered to, but they weren't arguing and that 
was all that mattered. 

I was putting the last of the dishes away when the door 
to the kitchen swung open and a young man in his mid to 
late twenties came striding in. 

"There they are!" He exclaimed as he spotted my cousins. 

I notice that Kenny and Amelia suddenly went quiet. 
Amelia came down off of her chair and went to stand by 
her brother, who put an arm around her shoulders. The guy 
either didn't notice their reaction or ignored it as he 
walked up and knelt before them. 

"How are my favorite little dudes?" He asked.

"O.. okay," Kenny muttered.

"And who's this pretty little thing," the man said and 
reached up to brush my sister's cheek with the back of a 
hand. 

"I'm Veronica," she said with pride at being singled out 
that way.

I felt a sudden urge to protect my little sister. This 
guy was giving off some really weird vibrations. I walked 
over and stood by the table. He looked up at me and I 
think he saw the look of concern on my face. He stood and 
stuck out a hand and gave me a plastic smile.

"Hi. The name's Paul. I'm your aunt's friend."

"I guessed as much," I said as I put out my own hand. 
"I'm Frank."

The guy's eyes narrowed at my tone, but the fake smile 
remained on his lips as he pumped my hand. 

"You take care of my little buddies here while were 
gone," he told me, and grinned at the kids.

"You guys be good," he said and made a gun out of his 
thumb and forefinger and shot at them. It sounded 
innocent enough, but there seemed to be a warning in his 
eyes and I saw Kenny's shoulders stiffen and he pulled 
his sister in even closer. I dismissed it as their 
reaction to a relative stranger being overly friendly and 
went back to finish my chores. 

I looked over as I closed the last cupboard door and 
realized that the kids were still subdued and hadn't 
resumed their game. Amelia had a thumb in her mouth and 
she leaned into Kenny who was running a hand gently 
through her hair. I stood there and stared at them. 
Something gnawed at the back of my mind, but I couldn't 
put a finger to it. I slapped my hands together and 
everybody jumped up a half a foot. They all looked at me 
and suddenly they were all kids again. I sat down and we 
started the game all over again, and this time we played 
by the rules. 

We had only been playing for a short while when my aunt 
came into the room. She, as usual, was decked out like a 
tramp. Her hair was shoved to the top of her head like a 
shock of golden wheat. She wore a tight, and very short 
lycra skirt and a scoop neck tank top that gave me an 
ample view of her cleavage as she bent down to kiss her 
kids good night. 

She left a smudge of bright red lipstick on each of their 
cheeks and then compounded that by smearing it as she 
tried to rub it off with a moistened thumb. She told me 
they'd be back late and that the kids would be spending 
the night. She kissed my sister on the forehead and gave 
me a kiss square on the mouth. She stood up and winked at 
me then clattered out of the room on her four inch 'fuck 
me' pumps.

"Oooooooh!" Kenny said and grinned at me. 

I wiped a hand across my mouth and it came back with a 
waxy blood red stain. I had to admit though that my cock 
had jumped in my pants as she had pressed those full lips 
against mine. It was only six thirty so we finished the 
game before moving on to the living room and the cartoon 
network. The kids were in constant motion. 

They sampled every chair and the sofa, never finding a 
suitable perch. They wrestled with each other and someone 
always wound up complaining. I kept having to go fetch 
one that had wandered off to explore. I caught my sister 
and cousin perched on a kitchen chair as they searched a 
cupboard for cookies. I told them I would give them one 
later if they behaved, but that ploy only lasted a few 
minutes and soon they were back at raising havoc.

Eight o'clock finally arrived and I told them it was time 
to get ready for bed. They all yelled about having a 
cookie and we trooped into the kitchen. I gave them all a 
tollhouse cookie and a small amount of juice. They worked 
hard at stretching out the night as they gargled their 
juice and made smacking sounds with their lips. 

I watched this little charade for about ten minutes and 
then herded them all into the bathroom so that I could 
wash their faces and hands. I was surprised when little 
Amelia dropped her pants and sat down on the toilet to 
have a pee. I felt my cock jolt in my pants as she 
revealed her little hairless slit. I was kneeling down in 
front of my sister, washing her face and I had a clear 
view of my cousins little twat as a stream of urine 
jetted into the bowl. I watched as she squeezed out the 
last few drops and as she tore off a piece of toilet 
paper to wipe herself off. She slid off the john and my 
sister shouted "me next, me next!"

Veronica quickly pulled her pants down and presented us 
with her own little cunt. I had last seen it about a year 
before when she had finally stopped wearing toddlers' 
diapers to bed. She had a more developed cunt than 
Amelia. Ronnie's cunt puffed out somewhat and had more 
pronounced lips. I glanced over and saw little seven-
year-old Kenny paying as close attention as I was. 

My cock was now throbbing in my pants and I chastised 
myself for my thoughts. Veronica did her thing and 
finally slid off the john. The girls stood and stared at 
Kenny as though they were waiting for him to drop his 
pants and urinate also. I was surprised when he ambled up 
to the pot and pulled the front of his pants down far 
enough to expose his small cock and balls.

"I can see Kenny's peepee," Veronica giggled and pointed.

"Yeah! Well I think Kenny saw your peepee also when you 
went to the toilet," I informed my sister.

She hesitated for a second and thought about that. 

"But, Kenny has a boy peepee and it sticks out," she 
chimed as an explanation why this was different. 

Amelia held her hands at her crotch and imitated Kenny's 
urination. My sister followed suit and they giggled as 
they walked around making believe they watered everything 
in sight, including me. I had to smile at their antics 
and I could see that Kenny also thought it was funny. He 
finally shook the dew off his finger-sized prick and 
pulled his pants up.

I told the kids to go into Veronica's bedroom so that 
they could change. 

"Aren't you going to the bathroom?" Amelia asked, and 
sounded crestfallen at being deprived of seeing me 
urinate.

"No, I don't think so," I told her and pushed her along.

"I saw Franky going to the bathroom today," Veronica 
supplied and the other two gasped at her statement.

"He had a really big peepee, and he was making funny 
sounds, and he was pulling on it, and..."

"Veronica, that's enough," I told her, trying to curtail 
her little narrative.

"And this white stuff shot out of it," she whispered to 
the other two, and they all giggled.

"Franky was jerking off!" Kenny sang as he taunted me.

I looked at him and wondered how he knew about jerking 
off. I glared at him and made to grab him. This only got 
the girls going and soon I had three little urchins all 
singing about me stroking my dick in the bathroom. I 
thanked God there was no one around to hear.

"I thought we said it would be a secret, Veronica?" I 
asked my sister.

Veronica's eyes went wide as she remembered the threat of 
our being separated if anyone found out about my actions 
and she suddenly became quiet. The other two carried on 
for a while longer and then realized that something was 
amiss and they too stopped chattering.

"What's wrong, 'Ronica?" asked little Amelia.

"If anybody finds out I saw Franky doing that they might 
take me away," she sniffled, "I don't want to go away."

Amelia started to sniffle also and Kenny looked up at me 
with wide-open eyes.

"We won't tell anyone, Franky," he told me, "we can keep 
a secret real good, right Amy?"

"Uh hun," Amelia vouched and nodded her head.

I pulled a couple of pairs of pajamas out of Veronica's 
bureau and the girls stripped to their undies and put 
them on. I told Kenny that he'd have to sleep in his 
undies and tee shirt. I pulled the covers off the bed and 
the two girls climbed in. I told Kenny to go and pull the 
inflatable mattress out of my closet and to get it ready 
for him to use. 

"Noooo!" Amelia whined as Kenny started to leave. "I want 
Kenny to sleep in here."

"Amelia," I told her, "you know Kenny always sleeps in my 
room."

"Noooo!" She whined once again. "Kenny's gotta sleep in 
here. Please, Franky!"

I was stunned by the vehemence of her request. I looked 
at Kenny and he told me that it was fine. He would sleep 
in their room. I couldn't help but think that this was 
another ploy for them to stay up longer. I told them that 
I would let him sleep in the same room, but if I heard 
them playing around that he would be moved to my room.

"I promise, Franky," Amelia said and I believed her.

It seemed extremely important to her that her brother be 
in the same room. I shrugged it off as one of those 
phases that they'd been going through lately. Kenny ran 
to get the inflatable mattress and he and I took turns 
huffing and puffing into the small plastic nozzle until 
it was firmly inflated. I unrolled my sleeping bag onto 
it and Kenny slid in. It was well past nine now and I bid 
them good night and told them to be quiet.

I went into the living room and turned the channel to the 
end of Baywatch. I watched the half naked women flaunting 
their breasts and felt myself getting hard once again. I 
thought about whipping it out right there, but thought I 
should check on the kids to make sure they were asleep 
before doing anything nasty. I tiptoed over to the door 
of Veronica's room and pressed an ear to the two-inch gap 
I'd left there. I could hear the murmur of little voices 
and I listened to their conversation. I could hear one of 
the girls giggle.

"You guys be quiet," Kenny told them. 

Good job, Kenny, I said to myself. There was silence for 
a moment then I heard Veronica say:

"What's jerking off, Kenny?"

I choked back a chuckle at her question. There was a 
moment of silence and then I heard little Amelia answer.

"That's when a big person plays with their peepee," she 
informed my sister.

"Why?" Veronica asked.

"Because when a boy's penis gets big like that it's 
because he wants to do sex stuff," Kenny informed her.

"Franky wanted to do sex stuff?" Veronica asked in 
astonishment.

"Yeah," Kenny told her, "bigger guys are always playing 
with their penises."

"Do you?" My sister asked her young cousin.

"Sometimes," he answered, "but, I don't shoot any of the 
white stuff."

There was another pause, but I knew this discussion 
wasn't finished and I thought about entering the room and 
telling them to be quiet, but I stayed there and 
listened. I wanted to know how much these guys knew about 
this stuff and how they had learned it.

"What's that white stuff?" My sister finally asked.

"It's cream!" Amelia whispered loudly.

"It's not cream, Amelia," Kenny said.

"Paul said it was," his rebuked sister informed him.

It took me a moment to realize that Paul was my aunt's 
boyfriend. The guy I had met earlier.

"He only said that so you would taste it," Kenny hissed.

I stifled a gasp at this revelation.

"You tasted it?" I heard my sister ask in awe.

"He put his peepee in our mouths," Amelia said in a 
subdued tone.

"He did!" My sister asked aloud.

"Shhhhhh!" Kenny hissed. "Franky will hear us. Amelia, 
that was supposed to be a secret."

"Yeah, well she told us about Franky," Amelia said.

"Well that's different. She wasn't supposed to see that," 
Kenny said in my defense.

"Why did he put his peepee in your mouth?" Veronica 
asked. She wasn't about to be deterred in her quest for 
information.

"Because it makes him feel good," came Kenny's terse 
reply.

"He put Kenny's peepee in his mouth too," Amelia 
supplied.

"Did it feel good, Kenny?" My sister asked after a pause.

"Go to sleep," Kenny said rather than answer the 
question.

"Kenny liked it," Amelia whispered.

"Shut up!" Kenny hissed at his sister.

"Well, you did. You said you did," Amelia mumbled.

"Was his peepee big?" Veronica asked. "Franky's peepee 
was really big. I don't think I could put it in my 
mouth."

"Yeah," Amelia told her, "it was hard. I could only get a 
little in my mouth, but Kenny put almost all of it in."

"Will you guys stop talking. I'm trying to sleep," Kenny 
informed them in a ploy to get them to stop talking.

"What did it tasted like?" Veronica asked, ignoring 
Kenny's statement.

I was shocked at what I was hearing, but not shocked 
enough not to get an erection, apparently.

My hard, throbbing cock pushed against my pants. I 
reached down and squeezed it. I trembled as the pleasure 
ran up my spine.

"It doesn't taste like anything, okay. Now go to sleep," 
Kenny said.

"Did you keep it in your mouth for a long time?" Veronica 
pressed.

"He did," Amelia answered for her brother. "Paul told him 
to make believe it was a popsicle and he licked it and 
sucked on it. That's when the cream came out."

"Ohhhhhh!" Veronica said as though she got the picture.

"Is that when you tasted it?" She asked Amelia.

"Not the first time, but the next time when the cream 
came out he took it out of Kenny's mouth and he pushed it 
against my mouth and this stuff went shooting out on my 
face and into my mouth." Amelia said with a tone of 
wonderment in her voice as though she was still stunned 
by it.

"What did it taste like?" Veronica asked.

"It tasted funny," Amelia answered. "Not like any cream I 
ever tasted, but Paul said it was good for us so I ate 
some."

"Ohhhhh!" My sister said again.

"You dummy!" Kenny said from his place on the floor. "He 
just says those things so you'll do what he asks."

There was another pause as the girls digested this bit of 
information.

"What other things does he do?" Veronica asked.

"He put a finger in my peepee," Amelia said and I thought 
I heard her sniffle.

"It hurt!" She continued and now I was sure she was 
crying.

I heard some motion and then Kenny was saying, "Don't cry 
Amy. I won't let him do that again."

"Yeah, but if he doesn't then he'll hurt you again, 
Kenny," Amy sobbed.

My erection was gone now and I stood there and ran the 
jumble of thoughts through my mind. I had to tell someone 
about this, but who. How could my aunt not know that her 
boyfriend was messing with her kids. I didn't want to 
tell my mother because she would turn this on me in some 
way. I didn't know if my father would do anything about 
it. He didn't seem to have a spine anymore. My sister 
must of had some of the same thoughts as she asked her 
next question.

"Why does your mommy let him hurt you like that?"

"She doesn't' know," Kenny said.

"Why don't you tell her," Veronica pressed.

"Because!" Kenny replied.

"'Cause why?" Veronica asked and I could tell she was 
sniffling also.

"Because he said if we told anyone, that people would 
come and take us away," Kenny told her.

"To the pound?" Veronica wailed.

I decided that I should intervene now and I pushed the 
door open and flicked on the light. They were all 
gathered into a small group and Kenny was hugging his 
little sister. Veronica was on her other side and was 
holding her hand.

"Why are you guys up?" I asked, knowing full well why, 
but not wanting them to know I had heard their story.

"And, why is she crying?" 

" Because, her mommy's..." Veronica started to say, but 
Kenny interrupted her.

"She was just having a bad dream, Franky," he told me.

I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled my cousins tear-
stained face up so that I could see it.

"Are you okay now, Amy?"

"Y.. y.. yesss, Franky," she told me.

I tucked the girls back into bed and told them I'd leave 
the door open so that they wouldn't be afraid. I left 
them and went back into the living room. I sat and stewed 
in my anger. I tossed around some ideas about what I 
should do, but nothing seemed to be adequate. Finally, a 
light went on over my head and I went into my dad's 
closet. I thought I had the solution and I would find out 
if it would work.
I had gone to bed after checking on the kids and they 
were all snoring softly. It was midnight and I didn't 
want to stay up much longer on a school night. I was 
awakened by the sound of a loud crash and some laughter. 

"Get up! You nut," I heard my mother say. 

My aunt giggled and asked her boy friend to give her a 
hand. 

"You'd better be quiet or you'll wake the kids," My 
father warned them.

"Ooooooooh!" My mother said and laughed at him.

"I'm going to bed!" My father said and I heard him stomp 
away.

I heard my mother and my aunt giggle.

"He sounds pissed off," Paul said in a drunken slur.

"Fuck 'im!" My mother slurred. "He's such a goody two 
shoes."

"Let's have another drink," my aunt said and I heard them 
troop into the living room.

"I gotta take a piss," Paul said and he ambled towards 
the bathroom.

I realized that this was my chance and I climbed out of 
bed and walked to the bathroom. I opened the door and 
walked inside. Paul had his dick out and was aiming in 
the general direction of the toilet as he weaved on his 
feet. He placed a hand on the wall and leaned into the 
toilet. He finally noticed that I had come into the 
bathroom and he looked over and frowned.

"A little privacy, pal," he slurred and then his eyes 
opened wide and he stumbled back away from the toilet. 

"What the fuck!" He said and seemed to sober up. He held 
a hand up to shield his face.

I stood there and pointed my father's .45 at him.

"Jesus, kid," he shouted. "Put that thing down. You could 
kill me with that." 

He struggled to put his cock away and took a step 
forward. His shouting had brought the others to the 
bathroom and I heard someone gasp.

"Frank, what the hell are you doing?" I heard my father 
ask.

"I just want this piece of shit to know that if he ever 
touches my cousins again that I'll blow his fucking balls 
off," I spat out.

"What're you talkin' about, Franky?" I heard my aunt 
mutter. "Paul never touched the kids. They love 'im."

"Shut up, you drunken slut," my father said.

"Don't you talk to her like that!" My mother shouted and 
I heard a sharp slap followed by a gasp.

"Franky?" My father said, coming up behind me. "Let me 
have the gun, son."

I glanced over my shoulder and took in the tableau there. 
My aunt was slumped against the doorframe and tears 
flowed from her blood shot eyes. My mother had a hand at 
her cheek and I could see a red mark where my father had 
slapped her. I turned back around and looked at Paul. I 
don't know what prevented me from shooting him at that 
very moment. I raised the gun a little higher and aimed 
at his face. He cringed and slowly slid down into a 
crouch and whimpered. There was the acrid smell of urine 
as he wet his pants. I turned and gave my father the gun. 

"Good night," I said and left them all standing or 
squatting there.

My hands shook as I climbed back into bed and my mind was 
in a whir. I had so much adrenalin pumping through my 
body, I knew I'd never fall asleep. I listened to the 
tumult outside of my room. I could hear my father's voice 
rumble through the closed door. I only caught a word here 
and there, and I heard 'police' and 'bastard' and 'dead'. 
There was the sound of a door slamming and then a car 
screeched down the street and away from the house. 

"I didn't know! I didn't know!" I heard my aunt repeating 
over and over. 

Suddenly a small voice said, "Are you okay, mommy? I 
heard a lot of shouting."

"Oh, baby," my aunt burbled and I pictured her pulling 
Amelia into her arms.

"Everything's fine now, sweetie," she told her daughter 
as she tried to sound casual. "Paul is gone now and he 
won't ever touch you again."

I felt more than heard my door open.

"Franky?"

"Yeah, dad?"

"Are you okay, son?""

"I'm fine dad, thanks."

"No, Franky," my father said and hesitated, "thank you."

"What're you going to do about him?" I heard my mother 
ask from the other side of the room.

I heard the anger in my father's voice as he turned and 
said, "the next time I hit you. You'll have to pick 
yourself up off of the floor."

"You can't talk to me that way!" My mother shouted.

"Yes I can," my father shouted back, "and I should have 
started to a long time ago. If you don't like it, then 
pack your fucking bags and move the fuck out of here."

I heard feet patter and then the bedroom door slammed 
shut. 

"Good night, Franky."

"G'night, dad."

A moment later I heard him yell, "No! You sleep on the 
fucking sofa!"

I don't know how long I lie awake after that, but then I 
was waking up to my alarm. I reached over and turned it 
off. School would have to do without me on this day. I 
rolled over and went back to sleep. The next time I awoke 
there were three little people in my room urging me to 
get out of bed. 

"Get up, Franky!" Veronica whined and pulled on my arm.

I pried open an eyelid and looked at their excited faces. 
I groaned and tried to shut them out, but that was 
impossible as the two girls climbed into bed and tried to 
pry open my eyelids. I sat up and growled at them and 
they squealed. I grumbled and swung my legs off the bed. 
I sat there and rubbed my hands over my eyes, trying to 
rub away the sleep.

"His peepee's big again," I heard Veronica say and I 
looked down to be confronted by a piss hard on. I groaned 
and pulled the sheet over to cover myself.

"Mom said for you to fix us breakfast, Franky," my sister 
informed me. 

"My mom slept in our bed last night," Amelia chimed in. 
"But, she's still sleeping." 

"You guys go and watch some cartoons while I get up and 
get dressed," I told them. 

The girls went running away shrieking, but Kenny stayed 
with me.

"I heard what happened last night," he said and stared at 
me.

I shrugged my shoulders and got up and searched for my 
pajamas. I noticed Ken staring at my crotch.

"Would you really have shot him?" He asked.

"No, Kenny. The gun wasn't even loaded," I lied.

"So I guess you heard what we were talking about, hun?" 

I stopped pulling my pajamas on and looked at him. He 
seemed all right with what had happened.

"Yeah. I heard. Why didn't you tell anyone?" I asked him, 
but didn't really expect an answer.

"Can I tell you something, Franky?" He asked me quietly.

"You know you can, Kenny," I told him and continued to 
slip on the pajamas bottoms.

"I liked it," he said.

My head jerked up quickly and I stared at my seven-year-
old cousin. He stared back and waited for my reaction.

"Wh.. what?" I asked. I knew what he meant, but the word 
just came out of its own accord.

"I liked it when he put his cock in my mouth," he told 
me, "and I liked it when he sucked on mine."

We stood about four feet apart and stared at each other. 
Kenny looked at my crotch and my cock jumped. He smiled 
and came up close to me. I watched as his hand reached 
out and caressed my cock through my pajamas and briefs. 
The light touch of his hand felt good and I didn't stop 
him. I was mesmerized by his actions and I watched as he 
stuck his hands into the fly front of my pjs and dug into 
the front of my briefs. My cock sprung into view and he 
caressed it with his hand.

I watched as he leaned forward and took me into his 
mouth. I felt his tongue play along the head and then he 
sucked me in deep. I moaned and leaned back against the 
wall. This is what I had told myself I wanted the 
previous night and here it was. My diminutive cousin was 
actually sucking my cock. But, I felt guilt at the 
thought that this is what that asshole had made him do. I 
was no better than Paul. Kenny looked up and saw the 
concern on my face.

"Don't worry, Franky. I was sucking cock a long time 
before Paul ever came around," he told me and went back 
to bobbing up and down on my cock. 

We heard the girls come running and he quickly backed 
away as I turned around and put my cock back into my 
pants.

"Franky! We're hungry!" The girls whined.

I turned around and smiled at them.

"I'll be right there. I just have to go to the bathroom 
first."

We all walked out of my room and the girls went running 
into the kitchen. 

"I'll have to finish that some other time," Kenny 
whispered and smiled at me before turning and following 
the girls.

The End

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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