Chapter 10
Herman was so startled he jerked his cock back into his pants and spilled a little on his pants. There behind the tree was little Lynette, and it was obvious she'd been spying on him.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized, giggling in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to make you do that. You won't tell anybody I was peeking at you like this, will you? Veronica and Billy would razz me about it and Dad and Mom might even be mad."
She seemed nervous, but only because she had been caught. Not because she'd been looking at his naked cock. The kid regarded him beseechingly with her big dark brown eyes and fiddled with her bare foot against her other ankle. The expression on her cute little face was so appealing he couldn't have refused her anything.
"Well, we'll see," he said, zipping up his pants but keeping the zipper clasp in hand. "You better explain what you were doing there, though. Is it what I think?"
She ran to him at once and threw her arms around his stomach, which was as high up as she could reach. Her head only came to about the middle of his chest. She kept thanking him for not telling on her, then threw her head back and looked straight up into his face. Her long, chestnut-brown hair flowed over her immature shoulders almost to her ass.
"I won't fib," she proclaimed, "I wanted to watch you pee so I could see your dick. You know what Daddy told you last night about me being too little to take his in me? Well, I know that's true but I still get tired of having nobody to fuck me but my brother. I'm tired of him, and besides, he isn't old enough yet to come in me. I was thinking, uh ... that...."
Herman suddenly realized she was afraid she might embarrass him by referring to the size of his cock. But she was so cute about it he wasn't even offended.
He grinned down at her and took her chin in his hand. "You little fox," he chuckled, "what you're trying to say is that you think mine might be small enough to slip into that little twat of yours yet still be able to shoot off in you-sort of a cross between your brother and your dad, right?"
She squeezed him tight and he could feel her trim, titless chest against the crotch of his pants. "Yep!" she beamed. "That's just what I was thinking. Wow, how did you know all that? Are you mad at me? Or do you ... just not want to do anything with me because I'm little and don't have any titties yet or any hair on my pussy? You saw how I blew my dad last night, didn't you? Didn't I do good, huh, didn't you think I did it good? I can-"
"Hold on, little one," he interrupted her, tweaking her playfully on the cheek, "one question at a time. First of all, I knew what you were thinking because ... well, let's just say I can tell a horny little girl when I see one. And I'm certainly not mad at you for spying on me while I was pissing-if you want to know the truth, sweetie, I'd have done the same thing to you if I'd been given the chance. I'd love to see you squatting down with a little stream of piss hissing down."
She grinned mischievously, glad to hear he was interested in seeing her pussy for any reason whatever, and hugged him around the legs and torso as he continued. Maybe she had a chance to get what she wanted from him.
"As for you not having any titties or cunt hair," he said, "it doesn't bother me a bit because a girl doesn't have to have those things for me to get turned on by her. When you do get big enough for that, you'll look swell, of course, just like your mom and Veronica and my Francine do-but you have plenty under that little dress to interest me just as you are. And right here too," he said, bending down and kissing her on her pretty little nose.
"Now then, what was that you said about being so good at giving blow jobs?" he reminded her with an anxious grin. "If you can keep a secret from your folks, so can I. Besides, your whole family's probably eating my two girls up with love right this very minute. Can you get it up for me? If you can, sweetie, I'll give you a nice fucking and fill that little twat full of come like you've been wanting."
"Oh, boy," she said excitedly, scrambling for his fly, "thanks! You'll see if I can get you stiff or not."
And with that the kid fairly flew into his pants. He started to sit down but she told him not to bother, it wasn't necessary. She dropped to her knees on the ground before him and had his cock in her hands in seconds, cooing over it and covering it with pecking little child-kisses all up and down its length. The organ had only been on its way to rigidity just from talking to her, and now it was rock hard and sticking out like a handle.
Lynette happily allowed him to reach down and strip her dress over her head while she kept busy on his tool, pausing only long enough to let him draw the one-piece garment past her head. Now she knelt there in nothing but plain pink panties like every little girl wears, plus her black patent leather shoes topped by short white anklets.
He ran his hands through her thick bangs and over the soft features of her elfin face, then over her small shoulders and through the long tresses that fell all the way to the top of her perky ass.
She reached farther into his pants and began carefully arid lovingly manipulating his balls with one hand as she grasped his cock with the other. She teased him a few moments and then slurped the head of his prick into her eager mouth and wrapped her wet tongue around it.
"Sheeee-it!" he cried ecstatically.
He had to sit down after that. He lowered himself clumsily backward and was soon sitting on the grass. She didn't miss a beat, accompanying him down with her lips still joyfully smacking around the head of his meat. She flounced down on her stomach in front of him so she could still reach his mouth in the new position and seemed to be totally unconcerned about any grass stains her body might acquire.
He pulled her around sideways so she could lie across one of his legs. Now he could get at her panties. First he slipped his fingers between her legs and enjoyed the pleasure of simply masturbating her hairless organs through the thin, satiny crotch of her pink panties. In seconds the fabric was completely wet and coming through to his finger.
He grasped them by the waist and she raised her ass off his leg, assisting him in skinning them off her legs. The sweet little lips of her cunt shone up from the crevice of her crotch and, lacking even the slightest down, looked almost like a tiny mouth wedged up and down between her childish thighs.
"You're as ready for it now as you'll ever be," he commented, taking one of her hands from his cock and guiding it between her own legs as though she couldn't tell any other way. She had a few more tricks to show off before she was ready for the big moment, however, he soon learned.
She pulled her mouth from his prick and suddenly clamped her arm over it, letting it press against her armpit. It was sweaty from all the excitement and made a very respectable substitute for a pussy.
"Well, I'll be fucked!" he exclaimed, amazed at her ingenuity.
"No, me" she chirped, a mischievous grin on her sexy mouth, "but first try this."
Whereupon she scrambled up and lay down on him, fitting the thing between her legs. Then by clamping it tightly between her upper thighs and letting it emerge behind her, she entertained him for a few moments by providing him with still another "mock-pussy."
"Feel me now," she panted, snatching his hand and inserting it in her cunt after unstraddling his cock. He discovered that the child had a noticeably larger clit than average, and that even though she lacked curls around her cunt it was obvious that she was certainly old enough to become aroused. And how! He fondled the glistening bump of flesh between his fingers and was amazed at the change in its size from when he had touched her there only a short time earlier.
He hadn't noticed anything unusual about her mother Kathleen's clit. Maybe the kid had inherited her oversize little jewel from her dad instead. Lester sure sported a good-sized prick between his legs. But he had much better things to do than speculate on the source of her pretties, no matter how attractive. He would much rather touch them.
He grabbed her and rolled over with her. "Eeeek!" she squealed. She knew she was about to get it and she was more than ready for it. He straddled her and pushed her onto her back, her ass and shoulders flat on the grass. He stood arched over her for a moment and let his prick stick out over her stomach where she could get a good look at what she was about to feel.
"Here it is, sugar pie," he rasped, brandishing the thing almost like a weapon.
"Whew," she gasped, sweat streaming from her undeveloped body, "it sure looks great too ... lemme have it, will you? Ummm ummmmmm, but you've got me wanting it!"
Herman touched the head to her crack and watched her squirm in pleasure. He didn't want to hurt her, and he thought he would be small enough to get in there and do her some good if he was gentle. Then she helped matters by rubbing her snatch on it with twisting little motions that let it fit in nice and easy, a little at a time. It was absolutely the tightest fit he'd ever had in his life, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from coming too fast from the sweet, bright pleasure of it.
But he didn't have to wait long ... the mininymphet was well practiced in getting herself off. Soon the whole thing was in and he was fucking like a woman instead of the eight-year-old girl she was. She took it with great gusto and within half a minute she squealed, "Oh boy, oh boy, here I go ... I'm about to get my jollies now!"
Her vocal enthusiasm touched his already imminent climax off and he spewed her full of the thick, white hot juice she had been craving so bad. As soon as it struck the inner flesh of her young pussy meat the kid let out a high, thin little scream of pleasure and got her jollies.
Afterward she stuck her fingers into her slit and brought some out to sniff. The stuff got her so ex cited she fell on his cock and licked every last drop from it. When she was through he was clean as a pin.
He let her go back first and followed her about fifteen minutes later. He knew Lester didn't care that he'd fucked her-the only reason he had withheld his own prick from his little daughter was because he was simply too big to fit and didn't want to hurt her. But Herman knew Lynette wanted to keep it a secret for her own feminine little reasons, so he went along with her.
Back inside the lodge he looked on with wonder at the revelry that had developed while he was gone. Everybody there was naked as a jaybird except for Lynette who had just walked in, and his own little Jilly, who was wearing only a transparent gown with no undies beneath. And it was immediately apparent that she was only wearing it to tease young Billy, who was sitting beside her as she lay on the bed with a knee coyly propped in the air.
As soon as Jilly saw Lynette enter, she called out, "Hey, where've you been for so long? Come hop under the covers with me before your brother rapes me!"
Billy laughed. "Ha ha ... that won't keep you from being raped, Jilly," he joshed. "With my little sis under there with you, you'll just be raped by a girl instead of a boy!"
The three children giggled and their bright eyes danced as they p-lanced at each other. It was obvious they were going to be enjoying themselves more than simply verbally very soon. As Herman walked past the bed he gave the girls a playful pat on their asses and even grasped the boy's little cock for an affectionate tug. It was beautiful to see the kids enjoying themselves so, with no inhibiting balderdash in the air about things being "nasty" or "naughty."
The large bed across the room caught his eye then, because Kathleen had her head buried in Francine's fuzzy muff and was evidently making the youngster really begin to take off. Francine saw her dad walk by, but in her depth of passion could only smile weakly and roll her eyes at him.
But where was Lester? Herman just realized his absence. Before heading for the other rooms to find him, he couldn't resist stooping to plant a wet kiss on Kathleen's plump ruddy snatch. It was sticking up in the air, wiggling like crazy, as she licked the love juice from Francine's pussy, so it provided an irresistible target for his kiss. He loved the way she reacted. Although she couldn't possibly have known whose mouth it was on her cunt, she gyrated her ass happily in the air as if to invite whomever it was to hop on the bed and join the party.
But at the moment Herman was much too exhausted from having just filled her baby daughter's quim with his own love juice. He would have to pass on the offer for the time being.
He found Lester at the bar with feet thrown back, drinking a cold beer and watching a football special.
"What are you doing here in front of the television set when all the action's in the dorm room?" Herman asked him incredulously.
Lester grinned. 'To tell you the truth," he drawled, "which I hate to admit, that crew in there just got to be too much action for me. During the time since you folks have been here with us I've fucked every female in there once-one of them twice-not to mention cornholing Billy once, for variety's sake. That's just too damn much love for me to be able to raise a hard-on for a while, I'm afraid. I'm taking a breather before I head back into that sex den!"
Herman chuckled. He knew exactly what Lester meant and lauded him for his decision. But he couldn't resist a bit of ribbing.
"Hell, Lester," he said, "you don't have to have a hard cock to get in on the action, do you? You can always rely on your mouth, can't you? I think it's safe to say there isn't a single person in there who wouldn't go for having your face in their crotch."
But Lester rejoined, "Are you kidding? Shit, that's what I have been doing for the last couple of hours. My cock wore out long before that. I've already had my tongue up every snatch out there."
"What," reacted Herman with mock surprise, "you didn't suck Billy off?"
"No," replied Lester, "but he did do me once. I think it was after I'd fucked your little Jilly. The boy said my cock smelled like some snatch he hadn't licked yet, and Jilly's the only one I can think of that he missed."
"Yeah?" said Herman. "That right? Well, from the looks of things as I walked through just now, the kid's about to add her scalper, cunt-to his belt. He'll be seeing what it's like firsthand."
Lester leaned back and took a deep drink of beer, then smiled broadly, his eyes closed. "Man, I can sure remember what it smelled like firsthand," he sighed. 'That little girl of yours is so damned cute that when I got her naked I didn't know whether to fuck, suck, or pass the buck!"
"I know what you mean," said Herman. "She turned out to love it as much as Francine does, once we got her broken in. Of course it's always a pleasure to tear into something new. Your Veronica really got me going when we all first got here ... what a beautiful set of tits on her at sixteen. Mama mia!"
"Yeah," Lester agreed, "she's sure got some nice ones. Takes after Kathleen I guess, although I think by the time she's full grown she may wind up with bigger ones than her mom. Little devil started getting 'em way before her eleventh birthday, you know."
"Listen, buddy," Lester said, changing the subject, "I was serious about sending Kathleen in to your place to turn your wife onto the fact that a woman can love other females just as much as she can men. Kathleen's just the one that can do it, if you say the word. She liked what she saw when you showed us that picture of Laverne, you know."
But Herman was not optimistic about the idea. He thanked Lester for the offer, but said they would be wasting their time.
Lester thought a minute and then tendered Herman a surprising offer. He said that he would do more than just hide him and the kids out at the lodge to keep the law from tracking them down. He revealed that he and his family were moving to the lodge permanently the very next month, and that the Brockmans were welcome to live with them free of charge-including his wife Laverne if she would come.
Herman was astounded. "Really? Is it possible?"
"Sure," Lester told him. "Especially since all the kids get along so well and everything-not to mention how we get along with each other's kids! It would be a real sweet setup for all of us." He concluded with a lecherous grin.
"But the money," said Herman, "I'm out of a job, remember? You couldn't just put us up forever."
Lester said he'd thought about that, but it was all taken care by the new motel he was constructing down on the highway. If he wanted to, Herman and Laverne could manage it for him. That would take care of their income and still let them all live together. In addition, the Brockmans would have their own large suite at the motel.
"Consider that a firm offer," Lester said.
It didn't take Herman more than a few seconds to determine that was the best deal he would ever be offered in his life. He stuck out his hand to shake on it.
"It's a deal," he said. "Have Kathleen go try her luck with Laverne whenever it suits her."
Lester was a man of action. "Hell, I'll have her leave tonight," he said. "Why waste time? And I'll bet you Kathleen will swing it. I'll give her four days. And of course during that time, after she gets in your wife's pants and gets her hot for the new stuff, Kathleen will break it to her about you and the kids being here and what the deal is up here. Everything will be explained."
"I couldn't ask for more," said Herman. "Take it away!"
Kathleen was on her way into the city within the hour. With her gone, the group was reduced to Lester, his two daughters, and his boy, plus Herman with his two daughters. But there was still plenty of love to go around for everyone. That night all hands were so tired they were more than ready to go to sleep with no hanky-panky. And Herman was pleased to discover his two doll babies crawling into his bed around midnight. They said they were lonesome without him in bed with them, even though they were too exhausted for any screwing. Could they stay? Herman welcomed them with open arms, positioning one on each side of him, and they all fell asleep as cozy as bears in a winter cave.
The next morning things were active again. First they all took a sauna, followed by a community shower in Lester's huge bathroom. Then after a quick breakfast, conducted with much sly pinching and feeling around the table, they all headed for the swimming pool for a refreshing dip.
Jilly and Francine started to look for their suitcases but realized they didn't even have one with them. They had no swimsuits.
Lester laughed. "Don't worry, if you were wearing any you'd be the only people in the pool with a stitch. We always go naked here!"
Then the girls laughed. Of course they wouldn't need any swimsuits ... heck, they'd both been seen naked by everyone present, and even had indulged in sex with most of them as well. It would be silly to cover their titties and crotches up as though they were on a public beach.
"It'd be worse than silly," offered Veronica, "it'd be a darned shame to drape anything over those cute little figures. You're both so pretty and sexy with your clothes off that I could eat you up."
The pair shyly accepted the compliment, catching each other's eyes in mutual pride. They had both been very taken with Veronica the minute they met her. But that was when they all had their clothes on. When they had gotten a look at what the sixteen-year-old's tits were like naked, they were admiring as well as fascinated. They both hoped that they would one day have a pair as nice as hers, and had pretty much put Veronica on a pedestal. Naturally, it meant a lot to them to have her praise them.
But an unexpected phone call interrupted the festivities. It was Kathleen calling from the city, and she had some very strange news indeed. Herman took the phone and found out Kathleen hadn't even entered the Brockman home yet, much less made any headway with the rest of their plan. Furthermore, there appeared to be no chance to do so and Kathleen would have to return with her mission unaccomplished.
There was another man there with Laverne-a man and a couple of kids, two girls about twelve or thirteen, the best Kathleen could make out. She had seen them all get out of a car together and go inside just as though they were a family.
The news left Herman in complete bewilderment and threw the plans he had just made with Lester into limbo. He would have to go back and see what the hell was going on, he decided-bring things to a head once and for all. Leaving the kids at the lodge to keep them out of it, Herman immediately dressed and left for the city. He told Lester he would call when he found out something.
A few hours later, Herman boldly knocked on the door of his house and Laverne answered the door. Ignoring for the moment everything concerning his activities since leaving her, he demanded to know about the man and children seen there. To his amazement, Laverne was much different about everything than he expected. She no longer seemed bossy or aggressive, and in fact seemed very cowed and apologetic. After being assured that Francine and Jilly were all right, she broke down and admitted what had been going on. The man and two children seen there had been her brother Jesse and his two daughters, Cynthia and Rachel.
Herman couldn't understand her guilt over that. Jesse lived across the city in another suburb and Herman was acquainted with him. They dropped over once or twice a year on the holidays. He had been a widower for the past few years and was raising the girls alone. But what was so unusual about him coming by? If Herman had known that's who Kathleen had seen, the mystery would have been solved in his mind and he wouldn't even have bothered coming to the city.
"No," Laverne revealed, her voice filled with shame, "you saw him here once or twice a year, dear. Me ... I saw Jesse once or twice a week."
Herman blanched. Was she telling him that....
"What you're thinking is true," she admitted, coming clean. "I've never been able to make myself tell you before. It ... it's much worse than simple infidelity, Herman, much worse. You see I ... I've been having an affair with him-with my own brother-ever since right after his wife died. Of course his kids haven't known about it any more than you or our kids. Such an awful thing had to be kept very secret. I have no excuse, I guess I'm just a slut ... just a dirty pervert, not fit to be anyone's wife or mother either one."
Then she collapsed into his arms and burst into tears. Herman's mind was spinning like a top. He sat her down and made her talk about it, learning that the incestuous relationship had begun between the two of them when they had been "practically children," and had been only temporarily halted when they both married. Then after Jesse's wife died, things just naturally seemed to start getting hot and heavy again, Laverne told him.
"I know I was a bitch to live with, Herman," she said. " ... the way I always nagged you and the way I ... usually held out for having my pussy sucked instead of letting you fuck me. It was all because I felt guilty about what I was doing on the side. I felt like a monster but I took it out on you-I just didn't have the strength to admit I loved having my own brother fuck me and suck me and ... oh I'm so terrible I get turned on just thinking about it!"
Herman acted decisively. Laverne looked damned good to him because he hadn't seen her in a while. He simply picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, ripped off her clothes and fucked the piss out of her. He didn't even wait 'til they got to the bed, just did it right on the floor. Laverne was at the same time flabbergasted, overcome with Herman's new take-charge attitude, and terribly aroused. She was dying to be fucked ... her cunt was hot as a pistol.
After they brought each other to a tremendously fulfilling orgasm, she even got down on her belly and sucked his limp, come-covered tool 'til he came again.
In the hour that followed, their whole lives were changed. Herman convinced her that the attraction she felt for Jesse wasn't sinful or perverse, and even gave her his full permission to continue the relationship. Furthermore, he was even able to admit to her his lust for other females, even the very young-and came clean about his entire incestuous seduction of their daughters. The emotional impact was so great that it took Laverne awhile to get over that one. But when she did get over it, it was complete and genuine. It was not, after all, so dissimilar from what she and Jesse had done together as youngsters.
She admitted that she, as a young girl, had from time to time been very attracted to an older man, and supposed that she might have allowed herself to be seduced by one if the situation had presented itself in a way that was not frightening to her childish sensibilities.
That night the two of them indulged in another fuck-fest which, because of their new honesty and lack of inhibitions with one another, was very satisfying to them and pulled them closer together still.
The next morning Herman filled her in on the situation at the mountain lodge, including Lester's offer of the job and living quarters. He spared no details, even the fact that they would be living together as essentially one big family. He spoke thoroughly for Francine's and Jilly's new appetites and how the pair had been indulging themselves since they left home. He emphasized the fact that they had used their fresh young bodies not only in concert with Other males-Lester and Billy-but also with females.
When all was said and done, Laverne not only approved of the radical new ideas he had presented to her but expressed a strong and honest interest in joining in. She said she had often had twinges of desire for other females and would be glad to explore another woman's body with the purpose of opening herself up to lesbianism. Herman was delighted with his "new wife," assuring her that they were all going to have a ball together.
He also reminded her that, of course, her brother Jesse would be welcome anytime she wanted and that they would have his blessings upon whatever fucking they cared to do. After all, he himself would be well taken care of while they were at it-probably even with their very own sexpot little daughters!
Laverne was so appreciative she said that the least she could do, now that she was aware of his taste for youngsters, would be to put her brother's kids at his disposal. It would be too complicated to win Jesse's permission, she said, without long and deep discussions. So she would handle it herself without his knowledge ... later, he could be dealt with.
Herman could hardly believe it. When he asked if she really meant it, she proved it by picking up the phone and calling Jesse's house across town. In order to surprise him, she made Herman leave the room while she spoke.
Afterward, she called him back and, grinning like a Cheshire cat, said, "I convinced Jesse to come over tomorrow. He'll be taking me to dinner at a restaurant near his place. At first he said he couldn't swing it because he didn't have a sitter for the girls. But I said I had it all arranged for someone to take care of them here while we were out. Without mentioning who it was, I told him they were very competent-and that he and I could spend the whole night together at his place while they stayed here."
Herman was panting at the thought of their lovely little nieces and she was grinning, amused at his undisguised anticipation.
"Think you can fill the bill, honey?" she asked with a knowing smile. "I mean it isn't as though I'll be asking you to actually be a baby sitter for them. Cynthia's nine and Rachel's twelve, so I don't think you could really refer to them as babies anymore. But then they are my nieces, of course-yours too, by marriage-so I would want to make sure they were in good hands. I mean, little girls are so impressionable at that age ... so in need of a guiding influence to teach them about life."
Visions of their lithe young bodies danced in his head. "Oh, you don't have to worry," he assured her, joining in on her droll banter, "they'll be in good hands with me. I won't take my eyes off them all night long. And as far as teaching them anything ... well, let's just say that if anything should happen to come up that arouses their curiosity, I'll instruct them all about it in great detail!"
Laverne chuckled. She was sure he meant every word of it. And her emphasis on teaching, she reflected, wasn't unwarranted in the least. After all, she was a girl much older than her two nieces ... yet she strongly suspected that the folks up at that mountain lodge just might have a thing or two to teach her.
And, as she hoped would be the case with Cynthia and Rachel, she was going to just love learning.