From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Closet (fm+, teen, inc)
Date: 11 Feb 1996 17:27:22 GMT

			      The Closet
				  by
			    Larry Lawrence

	The old story about coming home early from a business trip and
catching your wife with another man must have been around since the
men of the tribe started going off hunting, leaving the women to keep
the home fires burning. Like every good story, its appeal is largely
in the fact that it's so terribly possible it really hits home. I
should know because that's exactly what happened to me. Well,
almost... but that's what this story is about.

	I was booked to represent my company at the Consumer
Electronics Show in Chicago. I was to fly up for the weekend, make
sure everything was set up correctly, and then spend the entire week
working our booth during the show and wine and dine the bigger
clients. I had already boarded the plane when the steward came up to
me saying I had a message at the boarding desk. The message was that I
was to return to the office immediately, and that the trip had been
canceled. I was pretty miffed at the botch-up, and when I disembarked
it didn't help any to discover that my wife, who had dropped me off,
had already left. I knew she was having dinner with some friends of
ours, so I didn't think much of it, figuring she was trying to beat
the traffic instead of sitting around waiting to see some plane take-
off when she probably wouldn't know which one I was on anyway.

	I caught a taxi to my office to find that we were having an
unannounced audit from corporate the following Monday, and it had been
decided to keep me home for that. I did a quick study, deciding that I
would come in Saturday morning to get things organized. Knowing my
wife wouldn't be home I stopped at a bar that serves dinner, and had a
few drinks while I ate. In truth, I had quite a few, but what the
hell. It was Friday night and I was trading a week in Chicago for an
audit; I deserved to relax a little. The airline was sending my bags
to my house when they retrieved them so I was traveling light. I
walked around the downtown area hitting a few bars, and finally took a
taxi home.

	When I got home the house had a few lights on, but it wasn't
nearly as bright as our kids usually keep it so I paused just a second
on the front walk to take a second look. I saw several kids I didn't
know through the living room window and realized someone was having an
unauthorized party, probably Steve, my son. We have two kids. Steve is
the oldest at seventeen, and his sister Dawn is just fourteen. I have
to admit that they've always been pretty good kids. No trouble, good
grades, active, no drugs that we know of. My wife and I had always
considered ourselves very lucky, especially after seeing all of the
trouble some of our friends have had with their brats.

	So I wasn't really too upset. I was just going to scare them
all a bit and break up the party. That's when I decided it might be a
good idea to have a quick look around and make sure there weren't any
drugs in use. It never hurts to be sure.

	I went to the back of the house and peeked in through an open
window. What I saw wasn't drugs, but a living room full of teen-age
kids making out. I watched for a minute flashing back to when I was a
teen-ager. It was kind of nostalgic for a few minutes but it was also
starting to get to me. I was getting a hard-on. That's when I noticed
Steve. He was necking with this really cute little blonde. They were
french kissing, of course, but it didn't stop there. One of her tit's
was peeking out of her unbuttoned blouse, and one of Steve's hands was
up under her dress. She wasn't idle either, as one of her hands was
rubbing his dick through his jeans. That's when I noticed that his
dick wasn't the only one getting rubbed. I had a pretty firm grip on
my own cock, which was hard as a rock by this time, through the fabric
of my trousers.

	After a few minutes they both stood up and I realized they
were heading for a bedroom.

	I blame the booze I had been drinking for my poor judgment,
but the fact is I wanted to watch my son screw this girl.

	Somehow, I just knew that they would use my bedroom.

	After all, why mess with his twin when a king-sized waterbed
is handy. Quickly, I slipped around to the deck and unlocked the patio
door into our bedroom. We have some small lamps around the bedroom (to
set the mood for my wife's and mine lovemaking) which I hurriedly
turned on hoping that they wouldn't want to take the time to turn them
off.

	Then I slipped into the closet leaving the sliding doors
opened just a couple of inches.

	When I heard footsteps enter the bedroom and the door close, I
knew I had guessed right. Well, in one way I had. It wasn't Steve that
came into view, but instead it was my daughter and a boy I recognized
immediately as Matt, the fifteen year old son of the couple my wife
was having dinner with that night. Their clothes were already
disheveled, but that was a problem they solved by quickly taking them
off.

	I sat there in shock studying my daughter's naked body. I have
to admit that she was a dirty old man's wet dream. Her skin was fair
and soft looking. Her titties weren't fully developed yet, but they
didn't sag a bit and her tiny nipples were crinkled with excitement,
pointing straight out. Her little ass was so perfect that I can't
think of a way to describe it, and her public hair was so blonde as to
be transparent.

	But she was my daughter, goddamn it, and she was just
fourteen, and it was obvious that they were planning on fucking.

	I wanted to come bursting out of that closet and kill the
little son of a bitch that was going to try to screw my daughter.
That's when it occurred to me that it was going to be pretty hard
trying to explain my presence in the closet, especially to my wife
when she found out how I made my discovery.

	Thinking back on it, I think I must have been rationalizing. I
think that I really wanted a reason to stay there and watch. I've
never been conscious of having any sexual feeling for my daughter, but
the scene before me was something most porno movies won't even touch.
Pretty heavy stuff, and I was just excited enough and drunk enough to
be captivated.

	As they climbed onto the bed, they didn't bother with pulling
the blankets down. They just lay on the bedspread, and he was
fingering Dawn as she jacked him off. Dawn had her legs were spread
wide apart to give him easy access to her snatch. Without any further
preliminaries, Matt moved between her legs and started working his
dick into her pussy.

	The closet is down by the foot of the bed, and I could see her
penetration perfectly from my vantage point. The distance to her
crotch wasn't more than six feet.

	After a few tentative probes, he seemed to enter her quite
easily, and I raised my eyes to look at her face. I can't say that she
looked like she was in the throes of passion. The only expression on
her face was simple enjoyment without a hint of distress. This sure as
hell wasn't her first time.

	As he stroked in her, I could see her juices glistening on his
dick. It only took Matt a few minutes in her tight little twat before
he came. Actually, I wouldn't have been able to tell that he had, he
was so silent, except that when he finished he quickly rolled off of
her, leaving a shiny trail of pecker tracks across her belly.

	As he got dressed, Dawn just continued to lie on the bed, and
they didn't speak even when Matt left the room. She didn't close her
legs, and I peered intently at her puss which was runny with the boy's
come. I quietly unzipped my pants and started beating off, unable to
believe I was masturbating to the sight of my own daughter's fresh
fucked cunt.

	Before a minute had passed I heard the bedroom door open
again.

	This time a boy I didn't know came into view, greeting my
daughter, "Hi, Dawn", as he took his clothes off.

	Somehow I knew right then that he wasn't the only one waiting
outside of the door. Dawn was going to pull a train. He mounted her
quickly, and didn't last even as long as Matt had. Then he too was
quickly gone.

	A voice called in, asking, "Hey Dawn, will you do me and Billy
both together?" I saw her look up, before replying, "Yeah. Sure, I
guess".

	This was unbelievable. Two boys came into the room. One I
recognized as living down the block, the other I hadn't seen before.

	As one stripped naked, the other just dropped his jeans while
Dawn wriggled over so her head was by the edge of the bed. The naked
boy climbed on top of her and started fucking her, and the other one
she took in her mouth. These boys seemed to last longer than the
previous ones had, and whether it was from their greater endurance or
the sheer perversion of their actions, I could tell Dawn was finally
getting real excited. Her hips were bucking up to welcome the cock
plumbing her young cunt and her mouth was a blur as she bobbed up and
down on the other boy's dick. I saw a deep flush spread over her body
and I knew she was having an orgasm. I almost shot right then and
there, and had to quite touching myself entirely for a few moments to
prevent my own explosion.

	As I sat there, trying to cool down a bit, it dawned on me
that the hard bump digging into my ass was my camcorder. One of the
best money can buy. At least that's what I tell everyone. It's
manufactured by my company and god-awful expensive. I quietly pulled
it out, hoping that I had been the last one to use it, as I'm the only
one in the family that ever bothers to recharge the battery pack
before putting it away.

	I was in luck and got it going as it became evident the two
boys fucking Dawn were getting close to cumming. All of a sudden,
Kathy Wilson, Dawn's best friend came strolling into the bedroom, just
as naked as Dawn. Seeing that Dawn couldn't talk right then as she was
sucking dick, Kathy sat on the dresser and watched.

	The kid in her mouth shot first, and he was noisy as hell,
screaming his head off. Dawn drank his cum down without hesitation and
I knew that she wasn't a first-timer at giving blow-jobs either.

	As Dawn wiped her mouth, I heard Kathy ask her how many that
was. When Dawn told her four, Kathy seemed quite put out. "Kenny and
Gary are still in the hall, but that's only six. You still need four
more to win."

	As you can imagine, I was a bit perplexed at this, but as they
continued talking (during this time the boy fucking her finished to be
replaced by another. Kenny or Gary, I imagine) it became clear that
Dawn had some kind of bet going with a classmate who claimed to have
had sex with nine guys. To win the bet, Dawn had to quite literally
out-fuck the other girl.

	During this time more kids wandered into the bedroom to watch
the show and cheer Dawn on.

	As I continued to film my own daughter getting gang-banged, it
was evident they had a problem. Not enough guys.

	When the count hit seven, there were no more unattached boys.
Though the room was now full of young teen-agers, all of the boys that
were left had already fucked Dawn, and seconds were apparently not
allowed. That's when Kathy started urging two of the girls to
contribute their boyfriends.

	One girl was agreeable enough, as was her boyfriend who
immediately hopped on, and into, Dawn. The second girl refused,
however, whereupon a bargaining session commenced. At last the girl
gave her consent in exchange for two albums and the right to fuck one
of the other guys, just to keep things even. Her boyfriend balked at
that, however, and it appeared that the deal was off. Kathy begin
pleading with him to agree. Her appeal was enforced with a hand-job
that she began administering.

	As his cock rose, his arguments fell, and he too, screwed Dawn
while his girlfriend led a different boy off to another room.

	Now, though, they were really stuck. They were at a tie, but
they were completely out of guys. A round of phone calls began, but
they couldn't reach anyone who could come over. The girls, Kathy even
more than Dawn, were despondent. That's when Steve and his girlfriend
walked in.

	Kathy jumped up squealing, "Steve, you've got to fuck Dawn.
You've just got to." Steve seemed more amused than offended by the
suggestion that he screw his own sister, but nonetheless, did not
agree. Steve's girlfriend, Megan, seemed amazed at all of the goings-
on, and asked Steve what was happening. He explained it all to her,
and she too seemed more amused than offended. She told everyone just a
minute, and pulled Steve over right by the closet. I heard her
encouraging her to do it, but he was still unwilling.

	"Why should I?", he asked.

	I could barely hear her response as she replied, "I want to
see it. It turns me on." Once again, Steve asked her why, and this
time she replied, "Because I fucked my brothers. I still do when
they're home." This finally caught Steve by surprise. He just stood
there considering her for several minutes before saying, "Shit, I
can't fuck my own sister." I thought Steve's self control was
laudable. At that point I was so horny that I would have fucked Dawn
myself if I could have got out of the closet.

	Steve's girlfriend was still encouraging him. "Look at her.
Doesn't she look nice. Look at that pussy. Wouldn't you like to be in
that. Haven't you ever wanted to fuck your sister? Just think about
it. Fucking your own sister. It's great. I never get off as hard as I
do when my brothers fuck me."

	While she was continuing her litany, she had unzipped Steve's
jeans, and now she slowly slid down to suck on his dick. They weren't
a foot away from me.

	As she continued working on his cock, and he kept staring at
his naked sister on the bed, waiting for him to come fuck her, he
slowly grew hard. Then with a half laugh, he said, "Aw, what the hell.
I'll do it."

	He walked over by the head of the bed, and holding his dick
with one hand he called to Dawn, "Come suck my dick, little sister."
Dawn complied immediately and enthusiastically.

	As she sucked on him he teased her, "You're such a little
slut." She merely nodded her head affirmatively, unwilling to break
her lip lock on his dick. He pulled his dick out of her mouth and
climbed on top of her to fuck her.

	All of the kids in the room cheered and applauded as he stuck
it in her and started moving in and out. I couldn't quite believe it.
My son was fucking my daughter while a room full of teen-agers looked
on and I hid in the closet videotaping the whole thing.

	I will have to say one thing for Steve. He displayed a lot
more experience that the other boys and was fucking like an expert. He
was also larger than they were, although by that time Dawn's cunt was
so stretched out and soaked with cum that she had no trouble
accommodating him. Dawn also appreciated the difference, and was
showing the most signs of arousal since she had came when the two boys
used her at the same time. Her ass was jerking around on the bed, and
her hands were on Steve's ass, pulling him into her.

	Steve's girl friend went over by the bed and started
whispering in Dawn's ear. I would have given anything to hear what she
was saying. At one point Dawn opened her eyes and looked at her
nodding, as if agreeing to something. She then said something to Steve
and I could hear him reply "OK", but that was all I heard.

	Dawn gave a whimper and said "I'm cumming."

	Steve really started pounding away on her, and Dawn's moans
turned into screams. Then Steve gave a shout and slammed into Dawn one
last time as he pumped his cum into her. All of the kids started
clapping, and now that the show was over several pairs took off to
find other beds.

	After a few minutes, Steve and his girlfriend helped Dawn get
up. She was covered with cum from her waist to her knees, and she
seemed a little wobbly on her feet, but she looked extremely proud of
herself.

	When the three of them had left the bedroom, Steve and Dawn
still naked, I crawled out of the closet and, making sure the coast
was clear, went back out the patio doors.

	This all happened about six months ago, and I'm confused as
hell. My daughter fucking everyone available including her brother,
Megan's confession to Steve that she has been having sex with her
brothers, the casual attitude all of the kids displayed, the
mysterious conversation between Dawn and Megan, wouldn't you be
confused?

	I've been obsessed with the video I filmed. I've watched it
dozens of times since then, masturbating repeatedly at each showing.
I've been entertaining thoughts of making a pass at Steve's
girlfriend, and even worse, I've been struggling with the urge to
approach Dawn. I know how terrible it is to even think such a thing,
and while I feel horribly guilty, I can't stop the thoughts and
visions in my mind. This fascination has affected every area of my
life for the worse. I wish I had had never seen what I did.