Book 6 of 'The Runway Archives - An Incest/Age-Play Series'

"Sylvia! I just heard from my mom!" Heidi burst into the communal dining room where most of their modeling troupe was enjoying a hearty breakfast, and rushed over to the woman who was their manager, surrogate mother, and all-around best friend. "Aunt Cynthia woke up this morning!"

Exuberant cheers broke out all around as Sylvia rose to give her a vigorous hug. "That's wonderful! Do the doctors think she's going to make a full recovery?"

Cynthia had almost been killed three weeks previously, when a drunk driver had hit her and left her for dead in a rain-filled ditch. Heidi's mother, Lynn, had flown immediately to the hospital, and her estranged father, Quinn, had arrived at their hotel that same night. Every day they'd hoped for a miracle-and every night they'd prayed that tomorrow would be the magical day when Cynthia awoke from her coma.

A vague shadow darkened Heidi's sapphire eyes, and she glanced over at her grandfather, who was just following her through the door.

"They don't know. She's going to need a lot of therapy, and it's going to take a long time before she can walk again."

Quinn met Sylvia's guarded gaze, and a firm message passed between them. He loved his injured daughter, and ached to be with her. But he wouldn't bail. However long it took, he would stay with Heidi, while her mother lavished care on Cynthia.

The intimate bond that had formed between the prematurely white-haired man and his energetic granddaughter was not a natural one by society's standards. But Sylvia had grown up overseas, in a community that not only condoned the idea of incest but actively encouraged it. To her, the sight of a brother passionately kissing his sister, or a mother teaching her son the finer points of seduction, was normal and healthy. Her own two sons frequently warmed her own bed, often at the same time, and had become extremely skilled at tag-teaming her into explosive multiple orgasms.

She would have enjoyed experimenting with Quinn, too, who was far younger than his appearance suggested. But he had eyes only for his beautiful granddaughter. Or did the rumor she'd heard, that he was actually her father through an incestuous relationship with his daughter Lynn, hold any truth?

Heidi was blissfully happy, and that was the most important thing. If she didn't care whether Quinn was her father, grandfather, or passionate lover-or all three combined-who was Sylvia to complain?

Still, watching them together brought back delightful memories of her own first sexual experience beneath her father's lusty body-and hot tingles began to shiver through her flat belly.

"If your aunt is anything like your mother," she told Heidi with a warm smile, "it won't take her long to recover. We'll continue to pray for her. And you'll keep us updated."

"Of course."

"Then go fix yourself some breakfast," Sylvia recommended, patting her shoulder. "And enjoy your day off. Tomorrow we'll be flying to Acapulco for two weeks, and you'll want to be well-rested. We'll be busy while we're there."

She watched as Quinn followed Heidi, and began selecting fresh fruit and pancakes from the buffet table. Quinn reminded her poignantly of her own sexy father...and the hot tingles became a quivery wet slickness between her thighs.

There was only one solution when her body demanded sex. If she couldn't find either of her sons to spread her legs and pump lustily inside her until she came hard, she'd have to dig out the toys she carried from location to location in the bottom of her sturdy suitcase. Using the toys wasn't quite as satisfying...but in conjunction with a long walk down Memory Lane, it might just do the trick.

No one noticed when she carried her dirty dishes over to the sliding conveyor belt, then quietly left the dining hall. Milos and Vassily had gone into town with some of the other kids. Well, then, the toys would have to suffice. And who knew? They might come back soon enough to join in the fun.

She could only hope.

It was still early enough in the day that the grass was still damp with late-night dew, so the walk back to her cozy bungalow was pleasant. Briefly she considered leaving her windows open to catch the cool morning breezes. But no, she was a screamer. And there would be questions if she was caught screaming in bed.

She might condone, and in most cases even approve of, the intimate relationships that had sprung up between so many of her youthful charges. But as their manager, she was supposed to be removed from such things. After all, how could they come to her with their problems if they had an explicit sexual image of her fixed in their minds?

The door locked behind her, and she was careful to pull the shades completely closed and then turn the TV to a noisy shopping channel. The boisterous sounds wouldn't bother her...the moment she switched on her toys, she'd be blind and deaf to anything short of a nuclear blast. But if anyone came by, trying to peek through her window (as she suspected many of the younger children did on a regular basis), the obnoxious rapid-fire auctioneers would help drown out her lusty cries of delight.

Which ones should she use? The little nubby one that felt like Father's eager tongue? The metallic wand that felt like his probing fingers? Or the massive wrist-thick latex toy, modeled after some famous porn star's huge dick, that would mimic the first time he'd thrust deep into her, and taught her the sweet joys of sex?

What the hell. If she was going to take a walk down Memory Lane, she'd want to experience every single thing he'd done to her. Sylvia's hands trembled a little with anticipation as she set all three out on the mattress.

And then she looked back, and back, and back...

* * * * *

"Are you ready?" Her older sister, Danica, nudged her and smirked.

"Ready for what?" Sylvia jumped gracefully to her feet, and brushed dirt from her knees.

Dani slyly wiggled her eyebrows. "Today is your eleventh birthday, and Father has something special planned for you. I heard Mother and him talking about it last night, after I left their room."

Keen interest sizzled in Sylvia's hazel eyes. Every night for the past three years, Dani had either spent time in her parents' bedroom, or her twin brother's, before coming back into the room that she and Sylvia shared. No one would tell her what happened during those late-night hours, but Dani was always smiling and exhausted when she crept into the narrow bed where they both slept.

"I'll finish your chores," Dani continued with surprising generosity. "You go clean up. And wash all over," she added as Sylvia blinked in surprise. "Go on. Mother's already heating the water for your bath."

A bath in the middle of the day? And her bossy older sister was being nice to her, too? She glanced up at the cloudless sky overhead, half-wondering whether lightning might strike at any moment.

She'd fully expected to dig in the garden all day, be given an extra share of tonight's stew in honor of her birthday, and then go to bed as usual. Why should this time be any different than the previous ten?

Because she was eleven.

Things...happened...when a girl turned eleven.

Anxiously she tried to recall the elusive rumors she'd heard from some of the older kids. It wasn't just girls who did something special, she remembered as she walked slowly toward the four-room earthen hut where she and her family lived. Boys did, too...if they were able.

What could possibly happen that was a guarantee for girls, but only a maybe for boys?

Her family lived so far away from town that she rarely saw any other kids. She'd never minded it before. But now she wished that they lived closer-so she could sneak over to a friend's house and find out what big surprise was about to change her life.

Her mother was bending over the fire when she walked in, and aromatic steam was rising from the blackened pot suspended over the dancing flames.

Not just a bath, but a scented bath? Baffled, Sylvia gaped in surprise at the metal tub tucked between the rough-brick fireplace and the thick dirt wall. What on earth could be so important that her mother would part with a handful of the expensive crystals Father had bought her several years ago?

Katya smiled at her pretty daughter, and quickly motioned for her to shed her dirty clothes. "Tonight you become a woman, my pet," she beamed. "You must be clean and sweet-smelling all over!"

Her womanhood ceremony! Of course! Sylvia felt a quick flash of excitement ripple from her head to her feet, then circle back to warm her belly with quivery little tingles. Tonight Father would take her away from the house, far away to a special place that only he knew about, and...

What? No one had ever been willing to tell her what would happen next. She only knew that when she returned the next morning, she would be...changed.

Swiftly she stripped, and laid her dirty clothes in a neat pile by the tub. It was already half-filled with tepid water. She stepped back as Katya wrapped a thick towel around the pot handle, tugged it out of the fireplace, and then poured it into the tub. The delightful scent of lavender rose to tickle her nose.

"In you go, now, before it cools," Katya instructed, then handed her a scrap of clean rag. "Wash yourself all over, especially under your arms and between your legs. And when you climb back out, you'll wear the special dress I've made for your ceremony. Then your father will take you for a drive.

"You will obey him, Sylvia, and do everything he asks." It was as much a question as a command. "You will make me proud of you."

"Of course!" Sylvia sank gingerly into the scented water, and breathed deeply. The fragrant oils soothed her skin and her nerves, and she leaned back with a delighted sigh. Of course she'd obey Father. Hadn't she always?

Too quickly, the fleeting warmth vanished, and she reluctantly climbed out again. A cool breeze swept through the open doorway as she sluiced water off, then stepped in front of the blazing fire to dry. Katya brushed her long damp curls with her own comb, then held up the ceremonial dress she'd spent months making.

It was beautiful! And Sylvia knew that she'd feel beautiful wearing it. Carefully she eased it over her head, then turned in a graceful circle to model it for her mother.

Firelight drew out the subtle golden tints in her brown hair, and highlighted the precious gold threads her mother had woven into the form-fitting bodice and flowing skirt.

"Why, it even gives me breasts!" she exclaimed in delight, running a hand over her slim childish figure. "I do look like a woman!"

"Tonight you will become a woman." Her father was standing in the doorway, looking splendid in his fine tunic and clean pants. "Come, Sylvia. It's time for us to leave."

Katya kissed both her cheeks, then surprised her by kissing her full on the mouth, before standing back and motioning for her to take her father's big hand.

"Be good," was all she said, before turning and stripping off her own clothes so that she could soak in the now-cold water. Even a cold scented bath was a rare treat that she intended to enjoy.

Nicholai led her outside, nodded gravely to Danica as they passed the big vegetable garden, then hoisted Sylvia effortlessly into their horse-drawn wagon. A quick clucking sound made their sturdy old horse lurch into motion, and Sylvia held on as the small hut vanished over the hill behind them.

Nicholai was silent until they were nearly half an hour away. Then he turned to Sylvia, and carefully looked her over.

"You look beautiful," he murmured, and she thought that his voice sounded husky. "Are you ready?"

Her mouth opened, but no words emerged. She tried again, then finally shook her head in confusion. "I don't know. No one would tell me what will happen tonight."

He thought for a moment, then briskly nodded his head.

"That's as it should be. The less you know, the more you'll enjoy yourself."

So it was something nice! Sylvia drew in a relieved sigh. "Then I'm ready."

"Good." He reined the horse in, and lifted her down. It seemed that his hands lingered at her waist for several extra seconds, and the intent look in his eyes made her gulp with rising anticipation. "Follow me."

Where were they? She'd thought she knew the entire countryside. But she'd never seen the small hut he was leading her to. It was nestled beneath a huge spreading tree, and looked cozy and welcoming. Colorful flowers grew in thick profusion all around the low doorway.

Nicholai had to bend to enter the single room, and his thick brown hair nearly brushed the low ceiling. Sylvia peered curiously around. The hut was empty except for a lit fireplace, a small table loaded with food, two rickety chairs, and a gigantic bed that filled nearly the entire space.

"We'll share dinner first," he told her, and pulled the chair out for her as if she'd been a fine lady. "Your mother cooked your favorite foods for your special ceremony tonight."

She knew, without asking, that he wouldn't tell her what was about to happen. Father never spoke to her directly at mealtimes, unless he was asking about her daily studies. So she avoided the subject, and ate in comfortable silence.

Instead of the fruit juice she normally drank at meals, Nicholai poured something that looked like water into her clay mug. "Sip it slowly," he advised, although she noticed that he tossed his drink back with a flourish, then poured himself a second glass.

She took a small taste, and grimaced. Vodka. She'd sampled it before, without her parents' knowledge, on the night of Danica's womanhood ceremony. The strong alcohol had burned her throat, and ignited an unsettling fire in her belly.

Still, she'd promised to obey him, so she would drink the vile stuff, and hope that her favorite sweet potato pudding would mask the bitter taste. Resolutely she lifted the mug again.

"You'll develop a taste for it," he assured her with a wry grin. "It's the first step to becoming a woman-or a man."

The room began to tip ever-so-slightly as she finished, and she blinked in confusion. "I'm so hot!" she whispered, plucking at the tight bodice of her pretty dress.

Nicholai cupped her small chin in his hand, and stroked her cheek with his thumb. The erotic sensation made her shiver with delight. "Then take your dress off, little one," he urged. "You'll be warm enough without it."

Her hands felt clumsy, so he helped her. Then he stood back and simply looked at her for so long that a hot blush rose to color her cheeks.

"You are beautiful," he finally murmured, and that strange huskiness was back in his voice. "Now I'm hot, too. Will you help me undress, pretty Syl?"

He'd never called her that before. But after her womanhood ceremony, he'd started calling Dani nicknames, too-sweet little pet names that always made her sister blush and smile coyly at him.

Her fingers trembled as she worked at the buttons on his tunic, and they opened one by one. She'd seen him naked before, of course, at bath times-but she'd never really noticed the thick mat of hair on his broad chest, or the muscles in his arms. No wonder he'd been able to lift her into the wagon as if she weighed no more than a feather!

"And now my pants." His gruff voice really sounded strange now, and he was breathing in rapid little gasps.

"Father, are you in pain?" she asked, anxiously staring up at him.

"Yes!" The word seemed to burst from him. "And only you can make me feel better!"

"How?" Worriedly she reached up to press her tiny hand against his forehead. "Tell me how!"

"My pants. Hurry, take them off me!"

Panting, she fumbled with the laces, and pulled them wide so he could shove them down over his lean hips. Then something long and hard tumbled out, and nearly smacked against her trembling hands. She gasped and jerked back. She knew what it was-but she'd never seen it so big before! Normally it was very small as it rested against the tight springy curls below his narrow waist.

"No wonder you're in pain!" Frantically she curled her hands around it, and tried to push it back down into its normal place. "Did a bee sting you?"

That made him laugh, then choke on a low moan as her tiny fingers slid down its swollen length. "Easy, Syl! Easy! Let me show you what to do!"

His big hand covered both of hers, and began to glide sensually back and forth. Slick wetness pooled in the wide slit on the top. She gaped at him in surprise as he moved her hand over the crest, right through the slickness, then back down to grasp his rigid shaft.

"There, you see? My pre-cum will make your hand slide easier...and it feels even better this way!"

Fiery bursts began to explode in her belly, and her tiny breasts began to heave with reaction. "I feel so strange inside!"

"Keep stroking me! Yes, like that!" He eased his hand away, then laid his sweating palms over her budding baby-girl nipples. Heat seared her to the core, and she whimpered.

"Are you wet inside, little one?" he rasped, and then his deep voice rose in an urgent moan. "Easy, Syl! Slow down a bit!"

His long shaft was starting to pulse beneath her fingers. She stared in fascination as sweat broke out on his face, and he began to shudder. His head fell back...and then he gripped her face in both hands, and desperately shoved the hard thing against her mouth.

"Take me in your mouth, Syl! Suck on my cock, and swallow my cum!"

She didn't understand-but there was no time to ask. He was already forcing it between her lips.

It was so big! She could barely even open her mouth wide enough! Moaning, she slid her tongue around the surprisingly tasty wet slit...and suddenly hot spurts gushed from it, and nearly choked her!

"Yes, baby! Faster! Faster!"

His fingers tangled in her long hair, and pumped her head back and forth. More and more salty-sweet fluid erupted, and slid effortlessly down her throat. Then he eased back with a ragged groan, and shot the last few bursts onto her tingling breasts.

Sylvia stared up at him in wide-eyed confusion. What had happened...why had so much stuff exploded from his huge cock?

And why wasn't it getting smaller, now that she'd eased the pain?

Eagerly he slid his hands over her tiny breasts again, and his slick cum coated them. Suddenly every touch felt so much more intense! Sylvia gasped in wondering surprise, and helplessly arched against his clever fingers as they began to circle her hardened nipples.

"Now you see how good it feels!" He bent to press his mouth against hers, and boldly slid his tongue between her lips. "Oh, I love the taste of me on your tongue! It makes me hard all over again. Kiss me, Syl! And then touch me again, and stroke me!"

Eagerly she obeyed, and gained confidence with every fierce shudder and groan that tore through his massive body.

"Syl!" Sweat was beading on his forehead again, and his chest was heaving with reaction. "Stop, stop, stop...I can't take much more!'

She didn't want to stop! She wanted to taste the slippery wetness again, and feel it glide over her tiny peaked breasts, until she was so hot and empty and aching inside that she wanted to explode, too!

This time, when he came, she swallowed like a pro, and milked his thudding cock until she'd gulped down every last delicious drop. Nicholai's knees nearly folded with blinding ecstasy.

"Now it's your turn." His arms were trembling so hard that he could barely even lift her into the air and carry her over to the gigantic bed. The thick feather mattress gave easily beneath their weight, and she sank deep into exquisite luxury. "Spread your legs for me, Syl! Let me taste you, just like you tasted me!"

The first touch of his hot tongue made her cry out in stunned wonder. Who'd have believed that such incredible ecstasy could exist?

Then she cried out again as something hard began to nudge and probe between her wet folds. It hurt a little...and then the pain eased...and then it hurt again...and then he eased back...and then it thrust deeper...and he eased back... And with every quick plunge, his big finger was penetrating further into her tight virgin passage.

"One more time!" He panted it against her open mouth, and levered himself onto one elbow so that he could stroke her quivering breasts at the same time. "Just one more time, and I'll be completely inside you-and then I can make you a woman!"

Frantic moans echoed in her throat as he teased, stroking her hard nub with his thumb, drawing her entire baby-breast into his hot mouth and making fire erupt through her entire straining body. Then, as she began to writhe against him, he plunged his finger deep, and felt the delicate membrane inside her tear.

Sylvia gasped in shocked surprise...but already the brief pain was fading, and sweet pleasure was welling up to dazzle her. "Father..." Her clear young voice rose suddenly into a frantic cry. "Father!"

"Nicholai!" He panted his name against her throat, then slid back down to thrust his eager tongue into her first wet climax. "Here, tonight, you call me Nicholai!"

She tried to obey, she did! But another hot orgasm was already building, and she could only thrash beneath him, and frantically moan.

Pain returned, just a flicker, as he began to work another broad finger into her tight little passage. She moaned, and bucked against his hand. Then the pleasure returned, even stronger, and her thighs tightened around him in quick spasms.

"Yes!" He sounded triumphant as her frantic cries peaked in a fierce scream. "Yes!"

Panting, she fell back, and wondered if every bone in her body had melted like snow. She'd never felt so delightfully limp and sated before!

"Oh, just you wait." Nicholai's low chuckle rumbled in her ear as he slid back up, and his huge body pressed her down into the soft mattress. "We're only getting started."

"What?" Dazed, she tried to focus on his flushed face. "What?"

His fingers withdrew, and she whimpered a little with disappointment.

"Now, my pretty daughter," he promised, and began to nudge her thighs apart with his knees, "you truly become a woman!"

"But I... I already..."

"Oh, no." A teasing grin curved his lips. "Not yet."

She gasped in shock as something huge began to prod at her sensitive flesh! "Father...oh!"

His eyes squeezed closed as he began to rock his lean hips, and felt her wet folds slowly envelop him. "Sweet God in heaven!" His voice sounded strangled. "You're even tighter than your sister!

"Syl!" His eyes abruptly snapped back open, and he made a hoarse choking sound that was incredibly erotic! Then his head arched back, and his entire body began to vibrate. "Now!" An instant later, fierce wet bursts exploded from his pulsing cock, and he lunged full-force into her tight virgin depths.

Sylvia screamed in shocked surprise-and then screamed again, this time with delight, as his massive shaft began to pound into her with increasing speed, until the whole world was spinning wildly around her head like a gale-force whirlwind!

She came hard, and then came again, frantically clutching his broad shoulders...and again, and again, and again! The entire universe was erupting in her veins!

"Nicholai!" This time his name came easily to her lips as she arched in hot orgasmic delight. "Nicholai..."

* * * * *

"She's been fantasizing about him again."

"You'd think that just once she'd fantasize about us!"

"Well, but we're here any time she wants. He's not."

"She sure cums hard, doesn't she?"

"Oh, hell, yeah!"

"Think she's got enough energy to do it with us this time?"

"Only one way to find out."

Sylvia gasped in surprise as a hot mouth descended on her full, aching breast...and an instant later, another hot mouth began to nibble on her other breast. Milos and Vassily...and she could tell which was which by the urgent pressure on her taut nipples, and the way long fingers began to probe inside her soaking-wet pussy.

Both had become fantastic lovers-but each had their own way of touching, caressing, tasting. They were as distinctive in bed as they were indistinguishable out of it.

The long, low moan that tore from her throat delighted both of them.

"She's back with us now."

"Think we can beat the old man's record?"

"Eighteen climaxes in three hours? Tough competition."

"We almost did it last time."

"Yeah, if you hadn't gotten a cramp in your leg just before we tried to make her cum the last time!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"What'dya say, Mom? Shall we try for the record again?"

She moaned again, she just couldn't help it. Fucking her beloved father that first time...and then later indulging in five-way orgies with her mother, sister, and brother...had been incredible. But her twins...Nicholai's twins...could make her cum even harder and faster.

Eighteen sizzling climaxes...and then one more for good measure...and the record would be broken forever. She might not survive it-but what a way to go!

Maybe this time, since her body was already reeling with sweet orgasmic delight, she could beat the ecstatic record Nicholai had set that first night.

And maybe this time, if the calendar could be trusted, she'd finally be able to conceive another child with the children she'd given birth to fourteen years ago.

They were definitely up for the challenge. Already Vassily was sprawled on his back, patting his lean hip. And his massive cock-even larger than his father's-was jutting straight up, and glistening with eager pre-cum.

She was still shaking from that last outrageous memory-inspired climax, and her legs trembled as she rose over him and then sank down with a lusty cry of delight. An instant later, Milos snuggled in behind her, and started pushing his rigid cock into her tight anal passage. The first stunning orgasm ripped through her even before he was fully inside...and on either side of her, the boys started to grin.

"Oh, yeah, we'll cinch the title for sure this time!"

"Hey, Vas..."

"Yeah?"

"Does this one count, since she already primed the pump with those toys?"

"Hell, yeah! They all count!"

"I think she's about to do it again!"

"I think I am, too!"

"Oh, God...."

"Yes!"

"That's twice, only seventeen more to go!"

"Cum again, Mom! Cum again!"

Thank God they were keeping count, because she was cumming too hard and fast to think!

They'd learned a lot in three years. Imagine where they'd be in another twenty!

And just thinking about fucking her sexy twin sons for another two incredible decades hurled her over the ragged edge yet again..................