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From: saffy8 <concorde@tande.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Family Fiend (MF, FF, Mf, mf, inc, magic, mc, hist, oral, anal)
Date: Sun, 27 May 2001 03:10:04 -0400
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following is mature material intended for mature adults.
The story contains sexual depictions. Any similarity to actual persons or
events is coincidental. This is a work of fiction. Feedback is always welcomed
and will always be answered.

- Saffy8 <concorde@tande.com>




Family Fiend (MF, FF, Mf, mf, inc, magic, mc, hist, oral, anal)
by
Saffy8



"I sold it!"

"No way!" Zach smiled broadly. He hadn't heard such good news since he dumped
his tech portfolio after it fell eight percent. He'd avoided the complete dot
com meltdown, and now he had more profit to add to his reinvestment funds.
Hell, come to think of it only a few months had passed since he jumped the
Tech-tanic. Life is good!

Marla nodded smugly. Her commission on this property was the single largest
credit she had ever earned. Her parents would at last have something to brag
about on bridge night. Their little girl was on the way up in real estate
brokerage! Not two years out of Wharton she would show them that business
savvy could generate capital in land as well as on Wall Street.

She tapped the toe of her pricey European pump on the carpet. What would she
indulge in to celebrate? Thornburg had a big grin on the face below his
balding pate; she wouldn't be seeing that visage forever.

"A million two. We'd have done well to get a million. The place needs a lot of
structural work."

"Marla, you're a star. I'd offer you a cigar, but..."

"Well, offer!"

Zach opened the humidor and passed her a cigar. Marla Katz accepted the cigar
with a perfectly manicured hand and placed the smoke in the pocket of her dark
blue jacket. The suit had been tailored for her short, stout figure. Her
appearance was totally professional from her elegantly coiffed short curly
black hair to the high heels. Zach appreciated the bubbly, enthusiastic
personality that sold the Taunton estate as much as he envied it. He'd have
never moved that decrepit mansion regardless of its historic value.
_____

"Brad, it's got possibilities," Nina Fulmer said to her husband, "if we
restore the main house to its original state we'll more than regain what we
put into it."

"I'm not so sure. That history bit that Carla..."

"Marla," his wife interrupted.

"Marla told us is interesting but let's face it, George Washington didn't
sleep here."

"The library's books are boxed, but they're here. She said there could be
diaries or other records to research."

"Could be. Right, and we could have been taken."

"The kids will love it," Nina said, trying another approach.

"Aggie will. She has a place to ride that horse she's always wanted. Mike's
going to hate us too much for taking him away from his friends and his high
school to care about anything else."

"Hey, trust me." Nina took him by the arm and laughed.

Brad looked over and smiled. If it made her happy it was worth it.
_____

Moving in was followed by a train of repairmen. Everything was broken.
Fortunately, Nina thought, Brad was so engrossed with his new software sales
position and the international travel that he didn't concern himself with the
property. Aggie got a huge bedroom on the first floor. Mike had his own corner
bedroom on the second floor. The master suite comprised the entire western
half of the second floor that was bisected by the staircase and hallway. Each
bedroom had been refurbished with its own bath. Mike had a shower while the
master bedroom and Aggie's room had spacious tubs as well.

Mike was sullen anyway. He was out in the woods with no one but his ditzy mom
and bratty little sister. Ag thought she was hot shit because she was in
eighth grade now - "I'm almost in high school like you." Mom spent her time
dusting off books and rummaging in the musty attic. He was the only one with
guts enough to go into the basement. There wasn't anything there but more
junk. Dad was either on the computer when he was at home or he was in Europe
somewhere. At least he could jam on his guitar out in the barn. A room out
there had been walled in so it was bearable.

The electricity run out there also allowed him a TV and VCR. He had managed to
smuggle most of his fuck flicks during the move so at least he could jerk off
to the porn in peace. He had met a couple of girls at school, though, and Dad
bought him a used car so maybe there was hope.

Aggie loved the place the minute she saw it through the trees. Helping her mom
with the books was great and on weekends they went out to the horse farms. The
stable was all hers and it wouldn't be long until she had her own horse in a
stall. Mike left her alone because he stayed away from everybody. She wished
she could see her dad more, but it was okay.

Nina was glad the kids were adjusting. Every now and then she'd have lunch
with Marla. Marla was a good deal younger but she was an intelligent and witty
companion. Nina had met the neighbors as well, but most were retired and
didn't have much in common with her and Brad. They were nice, though. The
first time Brad made love to her in the house it was so romantic. She had lit
candles and they didn't have to worry about the kids, who hadn't moved yet.
_____

Aggie was cleaning the stables on a Friday afternoon. She had slowly worked
from the end of the building closest to the house to the far stalls. Mom had
told her that the original stables had burned and that this building was put
on top of the old one. She had found all sorts of cool stuff. Old horseshoes,
soot covered stones and long, rusty nails were scattered all around. Ag used
them to decorate the walls.

She wore her usual outfit - worn jeans, a beat up pair of tennis shoes and a
t-shirt. She had been wearing a bra for a while now but this one was already
getting too small. The jeans were tight too, and when Aggie realized she had
to pee she could really feel the front button pressing. Ag knew no one would
see her so she slipped into the furthest stall and backed up against the wall.
She unbuttoned her jeans and struggled to get them and her panties down.
Crouching, she sprayed the dirt as she went. Oh, that felt good.

Aggie kept an eye on the front of the stall, and when she finished she stood
and pulled her pants up. No tissue out here. She looked at the wet spot she
had left and saw a whitish object uncovered by her stream. Curious, she pulled
one of the old nails from her pocket and scratched around the object. Moments
later she came bolting out of the stables screaming for her mother.
_____

"A skull? Are you sure?" Nina asked, concerned that her daughter was so upset
but doubtful considering Aggie's active imagination.

"Mom, a skull - and burned too. Come look!"

Nina and Aggie went back to the stables. Nina grabbed a flashlight on the way
out since night was falling. Nina shone the light into the stall; Aggie half
hid behind her.

"Young lady, we have bathrooms."

"Sorry, Mom, but look at the bone!"

Nina scanned the dirt with the beam of the flashlight. She could see where
Aggie had scratched, but she saw nothing else.

"I don't see a thing."

"Let me try!" Aggie took the light and directed it to the exact spot.

Nothing.
_____

"So, do you piss bone now?" Mike smirked.

"Hush, Michael." Nina had cooked spaghetti and the three were eating dinner.

"I saw it. I'm not making it up, zit face."

"Stupid dweeb."

"Michael!"

Aggie ran to her bedroom.
_____

Nina's curiosity had her reading the old records again. The kids were asleep
and a rain front had moved in. The patter of raindrops sounded from the
windowpanes. Nina liked to work in the wee hours of the morning; at one or two
it was unlikely that there would be interruptions. She had taken a nice bath
and had on her robe and slippers. The only other thing she wore was her
panties.

She sat on the plush sofa reading by a single lamp. No one had been recorded
as dying in the fire that took the stables. Two horses were lost. Could Aggie
have seen a portion of the skull of a horse? Maybe if she compared the old
lists of servants...

Fall was setting in; Nina could feel the chill coming in with the rain. Her
freshly shaven legs had goose pimples and her nipples were firm from the cold.
Going back upstairs and climbing into a blanketed bed sounded good.

Nina closed the books and set them on the end table beside the lamp. The
temperature differential had fogged the glass windowpanes. As she stretched to
put down the books her slipper fell off of her left foot. Nina felt something
on her foot, something cool and soft. Her big toe felt as if a feather were
brushing it, but it was not a ticklish feeling at all. The feeling was more...
sucking. The coolness was advancing up her calf then the other slipper came
off her right foot. Nina couldn't see her feet over the edge of the sofa, but
she wasn't afraid.

Even when the man's head came into view she didn't make a sound. She couldn't
make out his features, but he was alabaster skinned with limpid blue eyes. His
arms and hands were of such paleness that she half thought she could see
through them as they unknotted the terrycloth robe. He was nude. Nina felt
arousal as his blue eyes stared deeply into her brown eyes. Her robe fell open
as she turned out the light.
_____

Mike groggily ambled out of his bedroom. The house was oddly quiet even for a
Saturday morning. Mom was usually banging around downstairs, but not only
wasn't there noise from the first floor he noticed that the door to the master
bedroom was still shut. Mom never slept in. Mike stomped down the creaky
stairs and took the left turn to the kitchen. Aggie's bedroom was in front of
the kitchen/dining area that was at the back of the house. The other half of
the first floor held the living room and library.

Aggie was sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal. She hadn't pulled her
long black hair into a ponytail yet, and she was barefoot in her nightshirt.
Mike had pulled on the same pair of loose black jeans he'd worn for the last
couple of days and a black t-shirt emblazoned with the logo of one of his
favorite metal bands.

"Do you have to make so much noise?" Ag whispered. "Mom was up real late and
she's trying to sleep."

"What's with her? She never crashes like this."

"I dunno. She must have found something out about the skull."

"Why don't you chill on the skull bullshit. Mom said there wasn't anything
there."

"I saw it. And it wasn't a horse either," Aggie said defiantly.

"I got an idea. Go out there and whiz some more and you might uncover the
whole thing." Aggie flipped him off and put her bowl in the sink. Mike opened
the refrigerator.

"Did you ever hear Mom read out loud?" Aggie asked as she rinsed out the bowl.

"Not unless she's reading to somebody." Mike dug around in the fridge.

"I could hear her last night."

"So?"

"I can't wait to ask her what she found out," Aggie said. The sound of water
running came from upstairs.

"You'll get your chance in a minute. To hell with this, I'm going out and get
breakfast."

"It's still raining so watch out."

"Quit talking like Mom, whizzer!"

Mike ran upstairs to get his shoes and car keys. He heard Aggie behind him.
"You suck."
_____

Nina drew a hot bath and eased into the water. She was just now feeling awake.
Had she fallen asleep on the library sofa and dreamed? Her tender nipples and
sore pussy said otherwise. The intense fucking had drained her, but it was a
wonderful exhaustion. It had been a long time since she had come like that,
over and over. Just the memory made her tingle again. Brad had been gone for
two weeks and wouldn't be back for at least another two. If it had been a
dream then she wanted many more reveries.
_____

Aggie dressed in thick socks, jeans and a thick flannel shirt. She pulled her
hair back in a ponytail. She couldn't wait for Dad to get back so they could
buy a horse for her. She wanted it before winter set in. She watched the rain,
steady and cold, as it fell outside. It looked like it would be dark and
gloomy all day. She scooped her bra off the top of the dresser and put it
away. In this shirt she didn't need it, and when she went out she'd wear a
jacket.

Finally she heard her mom come downstairs. Aggie found her making coffee in
the kitchen.

"Mom, you overslept. You still look tired."

"I know, Agnes, I'll take a break today." Aggie was curious. Her mother rarely
called her by her given name. "Where's Mike?"

"He's out cruising." Strangely enough her mom made no comment about his
driving around in such terrible weather. "Did you find out anything about the
fire? Did anybody die?"

"Sorry, not a word about deaths."

Aggie was disappointed. Her mom poured a cup of coffee.

"Were you reading out loud last night?"

"No!" Nina realized right away that she was overreacting, being too defensive.
"I'm sorry, I'm still woozy. I fell asleep on the couch so I must have been
talking in my sleep." Nina drank some coffee and rubbed her temples.

"That's prolly it." Aggie wondered why Mom got so upset. "You rest."

Aggie got her boots and the jacket with the hood. Outside it was miserable.
You could see your breath. She knew that if she angled over to the barn then
she could cut through it to the stables and not be in the rain as much. Ag
splashed to the barn and ducked inside. As she did every time she was in the
barn and Mike wasn't around she tried the door to his little room. Her
curiosity always seemed to get the best of her. She wanted to see what guy
stuff he hid from everybody else.

The knob turned. Aggie couldn't believe it; he had left the door open for
once! She knew full well that Mike would actually pick up some of his new
friends and be gone all day. Aggie swept her head around the entire area to
make sure Mike wasn't hiding or had set a trap, then she rushed into the room
and shut the door. Just to be safe she locked it. Mike had covered the one
window with a blanket so it was really dark inside. Aggie cut on the light.

What a letdown. His guitar and amp sat next to the old bed he used as a couch.
A worn desk held his little TV and VCR combo. The walls were covered in
posters. He had his old video game console set up as well.

Ag took off the wet jacket and hung it on a hook on the back of the door.
She'd have to spy without leaving anything to let him know she'd been here.
She checked the desk drawers. Nothing. Under the mattress were dirty magazines
- not that big a deal. Aggie got on her hands and knees and peered under the
bed.

Aha! There was a metal storage chest! Then her heart sank; it was padlocked -
no way to get inside to see the good stuff. She just knew he had porno tapes.
_____

Nina stood at the library window as she drank another cup of coffee. She
glanced back at the end table. Startled, she sucked in a breath and spilled
some of the coffee. Resting under the lamp was a small dull colored object.
Hurriedly she secreted it in the end table drawer. How did it get there? Would
last night's experience happen again? A part of her deep inside wanted it to
recur.
_____

Aggie stuck her head under the bed and tried the padlock. No luck like she had
had with the door to the room. It was cold down close to the floor and she was
uncomfortable. This wasn't any use anyway. She shuffled back to clear her head
from the rusty old bed frame. She bumped something with her ass. Aggie
couldn't remember anything being behind her; the thing was spongy and cool.
Before she could turn to look she felt the button pop open on her jeans then
the zipper slide down. Her flannel shirt was being pulled from her pants. It
felt strange but good and she quit wanting to see what was there. She didn't
care.

The coolness traced its way through the gaping bottom of her shirt up her
tummy to her firm titties, pink and erect. No one had touched her there and
the unseen fingers rubbed her so softly; Aggie felt like she had to pee. Her
jeans came off of her butt and she had ideas she'd never had before...
_____

Marla wasn't making any sales today with this shitty weather so a courtesy
call at the Fulmer's might not be a bad idea. Word around town was that they
actually liked the old place and that Nina had really been doing a great job
of fixing the place. Marla hadn't bothered dressing up, opting for a
turtleneck and corduroys for the bad weather.

She pulled up and, thank goodness, it appeared that there was someone home. It
would not have been productive to drive out here for nothing. She opened the
car door and popped open her umbrella. Dreary. The house looked older and
gloomier in the rain.

Marla rang the doorbell. Nina answered, and Marla thought she seemed awfully
tired. Nina escorted her back to the library.

"You're doing a marvelous job here, Nina."

"Thank you. May I ask you something?"

"Sure." Marla worried about what Nina wanted to know.

"When you showed us the property you mentioned a couple of fires in the
place's history."

"That's right. The house itself hasn't burned, but the old detached kitchen
burned down and there was the big fire that took the stables."

"That's the one I want to know about. Did anyone die in it?"

Zach had told her, the locals had told her and past owners had told her that
this question was inevitable. What had they seen or heard this soon?

"That I wouldn't know. You have the records; do they say anything?"

"Liar."

Marla was taken aback. "Why do you say that?"

Nina went to the end table and opened the top drawer. Marla followed,
wondering what records Nina had tucked away. In a flash Nina swept a small
object in Marla's surprised face.

"Because of this." It was a bone. Dull and blackened, it appeared to be from
the hand or foot.

"Nina, that could be anything. It doesn't make me a liar. Where did you get
it?"

"From the stables. Why don't you take this and don't come back until you have
answers." Mrs. Fulmer's face was hard, her eyes bitter.

"I'll have it checked." Nina heard Marla open the front door and pause as she
prepared her soaked umbrella. Why had it suddenly dawned on her that the thing
was from the stables?
_____ 

Aggie's ponytail swept the floor as she rocked back and forth on her hands and
knees, her head down. Her panties had been pulled to her knees. Little hums of
delight attended the sensations from her pussy lips and clit. Her eyes were
shut. The heavy coolness enveloped her butt, hips and crotch, and the twin
extensions up her tummy squeezed her excited tits. Her fingers clawed at the
floor as she felt a finger of warmth from the chilly mass feel her butt hole.
New feelings were rushing over Ag. She relaxed her asshole like she was going
to the bathroom and the warm finger slid inside.

Aggie opened her mouth and moaned. She felt so good as the warmth spread and
spread. Her orgasm left her shivering.
_____

Mike ate his pizza and looked back and forth between Mom and Aggie. Weird
shit. Usually they were blabbing, but tonight they only spoke when they had
to. He even called for the pizza delivery. They must have had a big argument
while he was out. One thing for sure, he'd have all the pizza he wanted and
plenty of leftovers because they weren't eating much either.

"I'm going to my room." Aggie got up and left.

Mom didn't bother to say anything; she just went back into that dusty old
library. Mike finished all he wanted and went outside. The moon had clouds
cutting across it. The rain had finally quit. He pulled out a cigarette
figuring his mom wouldn't jump his case tonight. He lit up and had a smoke.
Kellie had turned him down for getting together tonight; he sure wished she
hadn't now.

Mike finished his cig and went inside. He put the dishes in the sink and the
leftover pizza in the refrigerator. He took two steps at a time on the way
upstairs and went in his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He stripped
and went into the bathroom. It was great to have one all to yourself.
_____

Nina heard the shower come on in Mike's room and thought that was a good idea.
She had bathed this morning, but she felt cold and the water was comforting.
Nina went in the bathroom of the master suite and sat on the edge of the tub.
She turned the water on to let it warm up and took off her clothes. She had a
feeling there would be no visit tonight. A rapping sounded on the door.

"Mom?"

"Agnes, is that you?"

"Can I come in?" Ag hadn't acted herself at dinner tonight.

"Okay." Aggie came in wearing just the flannel shirt. "What's wrong?"

"Mom, what happened to you?" Nina looked down at the bruises around her
nipples and on her inner thighs. How would she explain it? Aggie turned and
pulled up her shirt then pulled the back of her panties down. Her buttocks
were bruised.

"Aggie..."

"It was him, wasn't it?" Aggie knew. Nina didn't have to say it; the same
thing had happened to her daughter. Nina had to get her family out of here.

"Agnes, go to your room. Stay there and scream if anything, I mean anything,
starts happening."

"But Mom, it felt good."

"Hush! It's not good. Trust me."

"I heard you last night; you didn't scream."

Nina grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her out of the bathroom. "I was
stupid, now do as I say." Agnes skulked off, and Nina shut the bathroom door.
What could she do? She filled the tub and immersed herself in the warm water.
_____

Aggie shut the door to her parent's bedroom and stood in the hallway. The deep
warmth inside her filled her with craving. She rubbed her butt cheeks and felt
the nice tingling around her asshole. Dutifully she traipsed downstairs to her
bedroom. She shut the door and went to the curtains decorated with racing
horses. She parted the curtains and struggled to open the stiff, heavy window.
At last she slid the lower frame up and felt the rush of cold wind. The
sensation of this afternoon was renewed by the chill. Aggie turned and took
down her panties so she could feel the breeze on her butt and crotch. She
hoped it would come back.
_____

Marla watched TV in her shorts and Penn sweatshirt. She was used to this kind
of weather; it reminded her of her soccer playing days. The bone, or whatever
it was, had been left in the glove compartment of the car. She knew the
Fulmers would be selling. It had happened all over again - the stories,
apparitions, whatever it was people experienced out there. At least she could
receive the commission and probably make more money if she could find another
buyer. They hadn't lasted nearly as long as most residents of the old Taunton
place. Why had this all occurred so swiftly? A commercial came on and Marla
rose to get a snack. She glanced out at the driveway by the townhouse and
stopped in her tracks to look closer.

Was her expensive sports car on fire? The interior was filled with smoke so
thick that you couldn't make out anything inside. Hurriedly grabbing a pot
holder from the kitchen she sped outside to see if she could get the door to
her gorgeous car open. She got to the driver's side door and prayed that the
door lock hadn't frozen shut. The automatic lock clicked and she used the pot
holder to grab the door handle in case it was hot. The handle worked! Marla
snatched the door open and fell back so the fumes couldn't overcome her. The
smoke poured out.
_____

Mike finished his shower and put on his boxers. Jeans, a jacket and his old
shoes got him ready for a smoke before he went to bed. He knew Mom wouldn't
crack on him tonight so he ought to enjoy the chance. He went out back and lit
up. What was that? He heard something around the side of the house. He took a
deep draw and sauntered around the corner to the side of the old homestead.

What the hell? Aggie's window was open and in the moonlight that shone when
the clouds broke he thought he saw his sister at the window. He sidled up the
side of the house to the open window; the light coming and going as the clouds
glided silently across luna.

Ag had her bare ass to the window and Mike watched noiselessly. His cigarette
fell to the soggy ground. In the moments of moonglow he saw Aggie fingering
herself and making little high pitched noises. That's what he had heard behind
the house. He had jerked off before, but it had never occurred to him that his
sis would get the same idea. He'd never done it by an open window, though. He
shouldn't be spying and shouldn't be getting a hard-on but he was. Without the
ponytail her long black hair flowed freely in the breeze. Oh shit, his cock
was hard and he was moving his hand to it. Clumsily he turned and half ran
from the window, bumping the side of the house as he did so.

Mike ran over to the barn and entered his private little room. The old bed
squeaked as he plopped onto it. Pulling off his wet shoes he lay back and
tried to clear his head. After a couple of minutes his breathing began to slow
after his jog.

A voice came from the door. "Were you watching me?"
_____

Marla crouched on the grass beside the driveway and looked for flames. Not
only didn't she see any; there was no heat. The smoke was more like a fog and
cold, not hot. Damn it, the AC must be totally screwed up. Cautiously she went
to the open car door; she'd heard stories of people being overcome by fumes
and asphyxiating. The fog around her was so thick she almost believed she
could feel it - or it was feeling her. Her arms and legs felt heavy and she
thought she should be suffocating, yet she could breathe. She tried to move
away but she was sucked by the thick vapor into the car. Marla heard the door
slam and was enfolded in a blanket of white coolness; she couldn't see out of
the car.

She didn't know why, but her mind focused on driving to the old Taunton place.
As she thought of it the windshield and instrument panel of the car became
visible. She began driving.
_____

Nina dried herself after the bath. Tomorrow they could leave. How could he
have taken her daughter as well? Bastard. Wasn't she enough? The one thing she
could do was deny them to him. She put on panties, her robe and slippers and
went downstairs to see if Aggie was safe in her room.
_____

"Aggie, I wasn't spying." Mike had deliberately left the lights off and he
could barely see her at the doorway. She closed the door and switched on his
lamp.

"Was somebody with you?"

"Hell no!" Who else would be around? He hadn't brought any friends with him.

Aggie had found what she was craving. Mike had what she needed to satisfy her
- now.

Mike was disturbed by her appearance. She had on only the flannel shirt and
had walked over in her flip-flops. Her face was different - more mature
looking. She shuffled toward him.

"I've got something for you. I snuck it out of Mom's room - you can use it
when you watch videos."

"What videos?"

"I know you've got porn. I'm not stupid."

"Go back up to the house." Ag ignored him and stood at the bedside.

"You saw my butt."

"It was an accident. You had the curtains open. I'm not going to tell
anybody." Mike was confused; seeing her gave him a hard-on but he knew it
wasn't right and she wouldn't leave him alone.

"I was in here today."

"What? How'd you get in here?" Now Mike thought he got it. His little sister
had been watching his flicks - that's where she got the idea. Mike got off the
bed and shoved Aggie out of his way. He peeked under the bed, but the chest
was securely locked.

Mike glared up at her. "Did you get this open?"

Aggie shook her head. She turned and lifted the tail of the shirt, revealing
her panties to Mike as he knelt behind her at the side of the bed. She slipped
the waistband down to expose her slightly bruised cheeks.

"For you." Aggie held a small tube of lubricating jelly. She must have had it
in the shirt pocket.

"Aggie, what happened to you?" Mike didn't know what else to say. He took the
tube and laid it on the bed.

"You want me to show you?"

"Show me?" Aggie shimmied out of her panties and kicked them free along with
the flip-flops. She had grown up; her ass was heart-shaped and firm. His
hard-on had never completely gone away; now it grew stiffer. He fought his
urge to fuck, but Ag was working him up.

"I'll still be a virgin." Aggie spread her cheeks. Mike couldn't stand it
anymore. He took her ass and kissed, moving into the cleft until his tongue
flicked at the puckered asshole. Aggie unbuttoned the shirt while he rimmed
her.
_____

Nina couldn't find Aggie or Mike. She checked both bedrooms. Running back
downstairs she heard a car pull up. She raced to open the front door. Marla
walked to the door barefoot, enshrouded in white and trailing mist along her
path. Nina backed into the hall and, transfixed, Marla entered.

Nina felt the presence. He was with Marla. The front door closed behind the
enthralled woman. Nina felt desire, the delicious warmth, welling up inside of
her and radiating to her clit, her nipples, every part of her body. She could
not give in, but her exhaustion would be relieved if she took the offering, if
she tapped into the sexual energy of the brought woman.

Marla saw Nina as if in a dream. Her breasts were pointy from the massaging
mist and her pussy tingled. She wanted release from the extreme arousal she
was feeling. Nina could help...

The vapor wafted Marla's sweatshirt, lifting it above the waistband of her
shorts so her full waist and deep belly button showed. The ample flesh
extended ever so slightly over the crest of the shorts. As the shirt blew
upward the low crescents of her breasts were visible. She was a voluptuous
woman. Nina tried to turn away but she was held by desire. Marla's copious
thighs touched below the groove of her groin - where the cunt Nina needed was.
Marla had the stout, muscled legs of a former athlete. Now they were more
padded and soft.

Nina backed into Aggie's empty bedroom. Marla followed. At the edge of Aggie's
bed Nina loosened her robe and let it fall. She extended her arms and Marla
stepped into her embrace.
_____

Aggie lay prone on the bed; her knees were drawn to her tummy to thrust her
butt up for Mike. Naked, Mike lubricated his long, thin cock and squirted an
ample amount of cool jelly into Aggie's crack. Aggie moaned at the feel of the
fluid. She wanted the power of the throbbing dick to satisfy her own craving.

Mike knelt behind her and guided the head of his cock to her tight asshole.
Aggie felt the hot touch and rubbed with her ass. Gently he pressed on her
orifice. Ag felt him and relaxed the way she had this afternoon. Mike felt
himself enter suddenly and had to make an effort not to come right then as he
felt the sphincter on the shaft of his dick just below the head.

Aggie grabbed the covers. "Yes!"

Mike slid in and straddled his sister's slender torso. He had to pump very
slowly or he would come too fast.

Aggie wanted to squeeze the cum right out of him. She felt relief from the
incessant yearning that lingered from her last episode in this room. It was so
good she knew she would want much more of this.

Mike had never fucked in the ass. She was drawing him in, pushing up now with
her arms so that her back pressed against his chest. His own nipples were
hard. He buried his face in her raven hair.

"Don't stop, Mike."

He didn't. He stroked with all his strength until he squirted into her. She
was ravenous. He felt sapped of energy and exhausted. Mike pulled out and
rolled over. He felt ashamed now and wouldn't look at his sister. Quickly his
dick shriveled and he felt cold and weak. Mike closed his eyes. He felt Ag hug
him, but he had lost the will to protest or resist.

Her firm tits caressed his torso. She was warm, and her lithe body slid over
him as she kissed his throat and worked her way to his mouth.
_____

Nina removed Marla's sweatshirt and pulled her bulging breasts against her own
smaller, darker areolaed ones. Marla's tall pink nipples rubbed Nina's stubby
niplets that took up nearly all of her areolae. The older woman ran her
fingers into the broker's dark hair and entwined her tresses.

Marla panted with excitement and opened her mouth as Nina took her in a deep
kiss. Sinuously Nina snaked her tongue between Marla's full lips. Marla was
wet and aroused; it felt as though Nina's tits were suckling her snow white
breasts that fully covered Nina's. She had never experienced anything like it.

Nina felt re-energized. She separated her mouth from Marla's with a loud
smacking sound. Their lips were moist with saliva. She pushed Marla onto
Aggie's bed. Without prompting Marla peeled off her shorts and panties. She
opened her thighs to unveil her glistening pussy. Nina went down on her,
sucking, licking and nibbling. Marla shuddered as her engorged clit was
tongued and sucked. She tensed and pushed out her breasts as she arched her
back and pressed her head against Aggie's horseshoe patterned pillowcase.

Marla saw the alabaster figure through her half open brown eyes. His eyes were
bright blue. A thick coldness filled her open mouth. It was a form she knew -
a cock. She sucked it.
_____

Mike felt Ag's tentative pecks at his lips. They grew more insistent and
lingering. He trembled with chill and welcomed the warmth of her kisses, her
breath. Then she was gone.
_____

As Marla came her mouth took in an ice-cold spurt. Nina sucked her juicy pussy
as the whole of Marla's pale spread-eagled body shivered in orgiastic spasm.
Mrs. Fulmer crawled over her and greedily took a tit, sucking hard from the
large mound...

After Marla's dazed drive back to her townhouse she went for a shower. She was
freezing. She noticed small bruises on her thighs and tits as the hot water
streamed across her curvy body.

Sunday morning they all slept very late into the day.
_____

Epilog

"These are the files of orphaned papers," Professor Terry droned as he waved
his hand over the stack of dusty folders. "They are source documents that
cannot be attributed or connected to the wills and effects recorded in the
archives. Many researchers have spent years studying them, none more so than
the Newton sonnet." He passed out a single sheet of paper to each of the
standing students clustered around him.

Hannah felt the thrill of the challenge as she received her copy.

"This is a print of the scanned original. The bright cryptographers among you
can have their turn." He peeked over his reading glasses at Ms. Steiner, the
class overachiever.

Hannah loved history and had already spent many hours here poring over source
documents from the eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries. She only half
listened to the remainder of the talk and sprinted to her Beetle after he was
done. Will called after her but she waved him off. "Call me later!"

No sooner had she gotten to her dorm room than she clicked on her desktop lamp
and transcribed the antique spelling and calligraphy to a rendition in her own
hand:

The horseman has in thoughtless haste rode in
And put his steed in kindly master's stall.
Unsullied mare kept safely near as kin
Prevented not the ancient breeding call.
Uncivil Nature bend the law of Man
And passion place where ought not rightly be.
For beast does make way when perchance it can,
Stallion taketh mare and spare not filly.
As storm takes sky though it be clear and blue
Justice turns a cold unmerciful eye
And binds up fast the trusted hand untrue
Not turned by wife's and daughter's pleading cry.
   And as love's flame does soar to heav'nly height,
   I'll set all past abhor'd offense aright.

T Newton
_____

Hannah read through it several times. An angry husband? Who was Newton? She
knew she needn't bother with finding Newton; the name had certainly been
researched over and over again. Something about the signature seemed peculiar.
The flowing script... Wait! The 'T' wasn't right; it didn't fit. It had no
embellishment and had been written as a plain cross, a block letter.

Unconsciously Hannah twisted her wavy red hair around her index finger as she
mulled the autograph. In an intuitive burst the entire enigma unfolded. The
letter wasn't the author's initial; it was the Greek letter 'tau.' Tau Newton.
'New' could stand for the Greek letter 'nu,' an 'n.' tau n ton - Taunton!

Several students reported Hannah's outburst of cheering to the RA. 

-30-
"Family Fiend" by Saffy8 <concorde@tande.com>

Author's Note: This storyline can be continued should there be enough
interest.

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