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A Silly Idea - 3
by Obmuj (address withheld)
***
Dottie, eleven, has had sex with her brother Russ,
eighteen, and now they are about to introduce their
cousins, twin sisters, Jan and Jen into the world of
incest - via rape and worse. (MF-teens/g, nc, rp, inc,
rom, v, sn)
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Sex. The twins saw Russ and Dottie on the bed and Russ
was between his little sister's legs and both Jan and
Jen, their first cousins, knew they were seeing sex
between a brother and sister.
"Heck, why didn't you knock or ring the door bell,"
Dottie asked the twins, as she lay under her brother."
Russ continued to drive his cock in and out of her
underdeveloped pussy?
"Get off me Russ, and lets watch our cousins show me
how to masturbate, after all they promised to do that
for me."
Jan undressed first and Russ was amazed she had little
points of hardened skin flaps for nipples on her
breast, and the right nipple and the skin around it was
brown, while the left was light pink. Looking down at
her pussy, he saw she had not started to get her hair
covering over her little twat.
Moving over to set on the edge of the bed, Russ turned
his attention to the other twin, Jen, as she started to
undress. Once her shirt was off, he noted she had the
same tiny pointed tits, and her right breast was brown
and the left pink. "Why are your tits different color,
and they have funny nipples sticking up from them?"
"Cause we are identical twins, we have the same breast,
and daddy says are titties are different because our
mom got pregnant by our grandpa and not him," Jan told
Russ.
Jen moved over onto the bed and begin to play with
Dottie's tiny little clit, and soon was making her cry
out from the wonderful feeling. Within a few minutes
she had Dottie ready to go-off, and as she was
entertaining Dottie, Russ had moved over and pulled Jan
down on the bed with him.
Within minutes he was moving his body on top of his
cousin, but she told him to stop. "Don't! Get off me
Russ, get off me. I'm not going to let you fuck me.
Stop, damn you," Jan cried out as she struck at Russ to
make him leave her alone.
Grabbing Jan's hands with one of his, he slapped her
across the face with his other hand and told her,
"Bitch, you hit me again and I'll bust your nose."
Again Russ was over her body and guiding his cock to
the entrance of her tiny pussy hole. Russ felt the end
of his cock parting the small hole as he worked his
cock into the small slit.
The head of his cock slipped inside Jan's tiny pussy,
and as it did, she felt a tremendous pain, as he pushed
onward into her until he was against her cherry. "You
asshole, Russ stop, I don't want to be fucked."
"NO! STOP! STOP! IT HURTS! NO RUSS, YOU MUST STOP!
DON'T RAPE ME! AWGH IT IS HURTING ME! STOP, OH PLEASE
STOP!" Jan cried out to no avail.
Russ loved hearing his cousin scream out as he was
nearly ready to burst her cherry open, and bury his
cock completely up inside what would be a torn and
bleeding pussy of his young cousin.
Dottie and Jen were watching the action between Russ
and Jan, and Jen asked Dottie, "Will he rape me?"
"No, he won't rape anyone else, ever, a strange and
cruel sounding male voice said in answer to Jen's
question to Dottie.
The four cousins all turned in the direction of the
voice they heard coming from the doorway, and as they
looked, a load gun shot tore through the room.
The bullet tore into the back of Russ's head, and he
fell forward on top of the tiny girl he was raping, his
own eleven-year-old cousin. His cock was forced through
Jan's cherry as he fell on top of her, and she screamed
out, both from fear and the popping of her cherry by
her dead cousin Russ' cock.
The three girls were crying and begging the man not to
hurt them, and he walked over and hit Dottie on the
head with the butt of his 9mm. "Shut up, and lay down
on your stomachs, and if you move, I will shoot you
next, UNDERSTAND?"
Using some tape, he wrapped it over their mouth, then
bound their hands behind them. After they were secured,
he looked at them and asked, "Are you two still
virgins," and he was looking at Jen and Dottie?
"Please mister, I'm still a virgin, and just let us
go," Jen mouthed against the tape covering her mouth.
Removing his clothes, he moved onto the bed, turning
Jen onto her back. As he got between her tiny legs, he
saw the funny looking tits both girls had, and wondered
if the comment that their mom had gotten pregnant by
her dad, the girl's grandpa?
His cock was hard, and he had been in prison for the
past fifteen years, for two counts of murder, and rape
of four women. Two days ago, he had escaped from
prison, and had made his way to the street where he
watched the two girls take a key from under the flower
pot at the edge of the porch, and open the door to the
house, then return the key.
For Brad Jones, the lack of sex, except from taking
some young guy up his butt for the past fifteen years,
had made him want pussy. When he had spotted the two
young girls, entering the house, he simply waited for
them to enter and then he followed.
Now he moved his cock to the edge of the crying and
trembling little girl of eleven. Wetting his cock head
with spit, he pushed it between the resisting lips of
the small pussy, and when he felt it start to enter, he
pulled back and jammed it inside the screaming gagged
girl.
Brad loved hearing girls scream when they were fucked
for the first time, especially those with no hair on
their cunts, and little tits that are just pushing up
through the skin on their chest.
After he fucked Jen, and an hour later, he fucked
Dottie, then he pounded out his lust on the semi-awake
Jan, who still was dazed from the lose of her cherry by
her cousin after he was shot dead. God, Jan thought, I
lost my cherry to a dead boy and he fell on top of me -
DEAD! Then she couldn't stand to watch and listen to
the man and her cousins.
For the next two hours, Brad rode the girls, and even
did all three of them up their butts. The most cruel
thing that the killer made them do was suck on Russ'
cock as he lay dead.
At one in the afternoon, Brad went down to the kitchen
to get himself something to eat. After eating, he
walked back to the bedroom where his three playmates
were still laying nude on the bed.
Looking at the three of them, he decided to take Dottie
first, and as his cock was thrust up inside her pussy,
he shot her in the side of her head.
Jen and Jan saw what happened and knew they were about
to be murdered. They attempted to cry out for the man
not to harm them, but the tape made their screams and
fears unheard. Jan was next, and she felt the man
moving his cock into her body and she sobbed out, she
knew she would be dead in a few minutes - shot in the
head. Jan did not hear the gun shot, she was dead from
the bullet passing through her brain before the sound
reached her ears.
Moving from the dead twin, Brad had to pull the other
one to him as she was kicking and trying to get away.
He slapped her and then pulled her legs open and leaned
down and almost bite her clit off in his rage of her
kicking him.
Brad thrust his cock into the bleeding pussy, and
fucked her until he shot his cum up into her womb, then
pulled the trigger.
Walking into the large bedroom, which he knew was the
parents, he found the master bath, and took a long hot
shower. After drying off, he stood in front of the
mirror and shaved. Looking through the closet in the
room, he found several suit that he knew belonged to
the father of the girl and her brother. The suits were
his size, and he picked out a blue one, and found a
shirt and tie that matched the suit.
Finding socks and underwear in the dresser, he dressed
and then picked out a pair of black dress shoes to
complete his clothes. Walking from the room he looked
in the room that he knew had to be the one the boy
slept in. Picking up the casual shorts on the chair, he
found the keys to the convertible in the garage, and
then looked and found money in the pockets of the
shorts, and even more in Russ' billfold.
Going back into the master bedroom, he looked around
until he found more money. Leaving in the convertible,
he drove until he was able to find a place where he
could drive the car over the side of the hill so it
would land in the river below.
Brad knew that by the time the car was found, several
weeks could pass, and that would give him time to be
further away from the scene of the mass murders of the
kids.
Russ walked back to the road and saw a car approaching
with a woman driver. Little did he know, that the woman
was the mother of the boy and girl, and the aunt of the
twins. She stopped, and in doing so, became another
count of murder against Brad.
"Hello, are you having car trouble?" the woman asked as
she saw the well dressed man, and stopped to assist
him, which she never did before?
Once Brad was inside the car, the woman turned pale as
her eyes took in the tie, shirt, suit and looking down,
the shoes. No way, there is no way someone could have
purchased all the same items to wear like her husband.
By them it was to late, Brad pulled his gun and told
the woman to turn down the next road.
Turning onto a dirt road, the woman pulled the car over
as she was told after traveling about mile. "Pull up
there in those trees, and do as I tell you and you
won't be hurt."
"Turn the car off, hand me the keys, then slide over
this way and get out," Brad ordered the frightened
woman.
Brad got out and opened the back door of the SUV. "Take
off your clothes and do it quick or you will be shot in
the time it takes to catch a breath of air."
Unable to not do as she was told, the woman undressed.
Brad looked at the woman and noted the strange looking
nipples, similar to those on the twin girls, no he
thought, it can't be.
"Okay, get in their and lay down, you and I are going
to fuck, and if you resist, your dead - real dead!"
For the next ten minutes the woman suffered the brutal
rape and when she felt the man bite the pointed nipples
that appeared to be harden flaps of skin that poked out
from her breast, she cried out and knew he had drawn
blood.
"Okay, now get out of the car and follow me."
She knew he was leading her into the woods and was
going to kill her, and she begged him. "Please don't
kill me, I have two little girls, please don't kill me
- I want to live."
"Tell me something and it best be the truth, if you
want to live, do you understand?"
"YES! OH YES!"
"Do you have twin girls with nipples like yours and
they are around ten or eleven?"
"Tes, but how do you know that?"
"Never mind, but tell me the damn truth, did your daddy
do you, and how often did your daddy fuck you before he
got you pregnant, and the girl's right breast nipples
are brown and the left nips are pink?"
"The girls, oh - how do you know?"
As she asked Brad slapped her across the face with his
hand. "Now tell me the truth, did your daddy fuck you
and how many times, and is your father the father of
your twins?"
"Yes, my father started having sex with me when I was
nine, and he got me pregnant when I was fourteen, and
we had sex almost ever day from the time I was nine,
even when I was having my periods." She continued
telling the man, "Some days he would have sex with me
two or three times."
"How do you know these things, how do you know about my
daughters br..." and the look on the woman's face as
she felt the bullet hit her chest, as she was saying
breast, froze an image of lust in Brad's eyes.
He walked away, letting her nude body fall backwards
onto the ground as the bullet tore into her body.
Brad got into the SUV and drove away, leaving her
bleeding naked body on the ground, assuming she was
dead.
After the man left, she climbed to her feet, and
staggered to the road and then the highway. She sat
nude along the highway, and an eighteen-wheeler hit the
jake-brake and pulled to a stop. He picked the woman up
and put her in his cab and drove to the nearest town,
and on the way, notified the highway patrol of what he
had found, over his CB.
Walking into the house, he wondered why his wife's SUV
wasn't in the drive. He looked around and didn't see
his son and daughter, and he walked to the bedrooms.
Looking in his little girl's room, he froze. Before him
lay the nude dead bodies of his son, daughter and his
brother's twin daughters. He screamed and begin cry.
Then he noted his daughter move an arm, and then he saw
her mouth was taped shut. He pulled the tape from her
mouth, and she sobbed out she hurt, hurt really bad.
He picked up the phone in his daughter' room and called
911.
Within moments, the police and emergency units were
being dispatched. The police were the first to arrive,
and the officer stayed with the man and his daughter
until the medics arrived.
As the ambulance drove away, the police were asking him
questions and another detective arrived and asked what
his wife looked like and her name.
Telling the officer his wife's name and description, he
found out his wife had been shot, but was at a hospital
undergoing emergency treatment. The police asked about
his wife's car, and after getting the information from
the grieving man, drove him to the hospital where both
his wife and daughter were.
Two state highway troopers were driving the interstate,
and looking for the SUV, when the one office spotted it
traveling in the opposite direction. The officer
radioed for back up as his partner pulled through the
medium and moved to catch up with the SUV, and the
shooting suspect driving the vehicle.
"All units, the suspect may be an escaped murderer, use
extreme caution, and await back up before attempting to
capture," came the call over the police radios.
Within ten minutes a plan to surround the vehicle was
in force, and the offices who had spotted the suspect,
had there guns drawn and ready. The trooper who was
riding, had removed the shotgun from the holder, and
had pumped a shell into the chamber.
Five miles down the highway, a roadblock was in place
and several tractor-trailer rigs were blocking the
highway, even onto the shoulder. The blockade was set
up at a bridge over the river, so there was no way the
driver could pull around the large rigs.
Nearly fifty police cars were now in pursuit or waiting
the SUV and the murder suspect. The car radio was
announcing a news broadcast about the murders, and that
there were two survivors. Brad knew he was in trouble
when he looked in his mirror and saw no traffic behind
him, except about a quarter mile behind him were
blinking blue and red lights.
Within moments he saw the trucks blocking the highway
bridge over the river, and knew he could not get around
them without driving into the river.
Slowing down he recognized he only had one choice. He
would take out a cop with him, and he pulled to a stop,
about a 100 feet from the rigs blocking his escape.
Gripping both 9mm weapons, one each of his hands, he
waited for the police to walk up to where he was
parked.
Brad knew they would tell him to put his hands out the
window, but he wouldn't do that. He waited and for an
hour the police kept asking him to exit the SUV.
He didn't move, then decided to play a game with the
police, he fired one shot into the car seat, jerked his
head back as if he had done himself in, and then
waited.
The police believing he had shot himself, rushed the
SUV. Four officers fell dead before more than a hundred
shots rang out and hit the man or the SUV, or both.
Six months passed during their recovery, before Dottie
and her parents could take a trip, and to forget the
ordeal she and her mother had endured.
They booked a large stateroom cabin on a fourteen day
cruise, and the first night on board ship, the three of
them stood along side the deck and watched the stars
and the waves from the ship.
Dottie looked at her mother as she held her hand, and
asked her mother, "Mommy did the twins grandpa have sex
with daddy's sister and father the twins?"
"Yes, sweetheart."
During the time she was recovering, Dottie become
twelve, and her body was now adorned with tiny hills of
breast, not large but enough that the nipples had a
place to perch on. A small growth of silk like hair was
growing on the upper lip of her pussy, and across the
area just above her clit. She loved the few strands of
straight hair, and had found playing with her clit
brought her tremendous relief.
Another thing that Dottie found out, was she now wanted
the feeling of a cock stroking inside her little crack
that was nestled between the labia that was starting to
be puffy lips.
Dottie knew that she would have to be the one to
initiate any action between she and her parents,
especially with sexual actions her father. Dottie
decided to tell her parents for the first time, the
real truth about she and her brother, Russ, and that he
had taken her cherry.
She commenced telling how she and Russ had sex and all
that had happened when the man caught them. Dottie
reached out and took her father's hand in her other
hand, and asked, "Can we all sleep together tonight,
you know like real close, and daddy you can do...
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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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