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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 19) [Asian, Fb, Cyber, Cam]
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Date: Tue, 21 Nov 2006 23:10:03 -0500
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/dioladragontail/www/
 
Chapter 19: A Date Set

Ben grumbled impatiently as he sat on the living room
couch.  He glanced at the stairs for the umpteenth
time and weighed his options.  And he still didn't
feel very convinced of what he wanted to do.

He glances at the television in the corner of the room
and felt even more uninterested in the rerun of the
70s sit com that had his little sister entranced.  He
was sure he'd seen the same episode at least a dozen
times already.

He remembered watching the show in the afternoon
during summer when he was off from school.

He glanced down at Angela sitting on the living room
floor, staring glassy eyed at the television.  She
seemed more than happy to just stay down here like dad
asked.

He glanced at the stair again with a disgusted look,
he was sure that their father had entirely forgotten
about them.

"I'm going upstairs."  He announced, not really
setting his mind to it, but testing to see if Angela
would volunteer to be an accomplice.

"Dad told us to stay down here."  Angela replied, not
even glancing array from the television.

"So?"  Ben shrugged.

"You're going to get in trouble."  The television's
hold over Angela was briefly broken as she looked at
him.  It was more of a warning look that anything
else.  Then she went right back to watching the
screen.

Ben glanced at the stairs again, then shrugged his
shoulders and decided to go for it.  He had somewhere
to be right now and he really couldn't wait any
longer.

He walked carefully to the stairs, straining to try
and hear what was going on upstairs over the dull
blaring of the television.  When he couldn't hear
anything, he started up the stairs slowly.  Trying to
be as quiet as possible.

He winced when the sixth step squeaked under the
pressure of his weight.  He knew it would, but for
some reason he always forgot to avoid it.  

When it didn't seem like anyone had noticed his
misstep, he continued up the stairs.  At the top of
the stairs he looked towards the open door of his
parent's bedroom.  He could hear groans and moans
issuing from it and he had a pretty good idea of what
was going on.

He paused at the stop of the stairs, glancing at the
door to his own bedroom, then back to his parent's
bedroom.  This was probably just the thing that his
dad wanted them to stay downstairs about.

But then, this morning they had said that it wasn't
any big deal.  He was a little confused by this
contradiction.  He knew he probably should just go to
his own room and get to what he had been trying to get
to.

But then, the lure of the open door and the moans just
seemed too enticing a temptation to pass up.  Besides,
one little glance wouldn't do any harm.  And maybe mom
might actually like him to jump in.

Ben swallowed as he mentally set himself to the course
he had planned.  He walked to the doorway as quietly
as possible, while still trying to appear casual.  He
didn't want to make it seem like he was sneaking
around.  Even though he was.

He reached the doorway just in time to see his mother
lowering herself down on top of his father.  She was
kneeling astride his hips and his cock was bright red
and erect, the tip of it just beginning to disappear
inside his mother.  A sensation he was now well aware
of.

This didn't seem that unusual a situation, even though
it was the first time he had seen it personally.  But
what was surprising was that Cat was holding their
father's cock, holding it in place for their mother.

He watched for a moment more, as his mother dropped
completely down and dad's cock disappeared entirely
inside her.  He saw his older sister pull her hand out
from between their hips, her hand covered in
glistening fluid.  His eyes rising slightly to watch
as his mother threw her head backwards, her chest
jutting forward.  His father's hands grabbing her
breasts and squeezing them.

He backed away from the door, feeling out of breath. 
He didn't feel comfortable watching any further.  And
he really didn't want to be spotted watching either.

He backed away from the door quickly, passing by
Angela's bedroom door, and ducking into his own
bedroom.  He closed the door quickly as he caught his
breath.  The image of his parent's moving together
continued to flash in his mind.  The brief glimpse of
Cat in just a towel only added to the excitement he
felt building inside him.

He glanced at his computer; he had a date to get to.  

He crossed the rooms on shaky legs and turned the
computer on.  Waiting for it to boot up was just as
painful, if not more so, than usual.  But finally the
hard drive quieted down and it seemed ready to do his
bidding.

He quickly logged on, typing in his account and
password information as an after thought.  The
information was so imbedded in his mind that the
motions had become almost a natural reaction,
requiring no thought what so ever.

He had only been online for a half second before the
accusing instant message appeared on his screen.

"You're late."  TechnoGypsy said to him, quickly
followed by, "I was starting to think you stood me
up."

"Dad took us out for pizza."  He replied, his fingers
dancing quickly across the keyboard.  "Hold on, I'm
turning on my cam."

He leaned over the side of the desk and plugged the
USB chord into the front of his computer.  The other
end of it attached to the small round camera that
stood on the edge of his monitor.

"I see you now."  TechnoGypsy had already commented
before Ben had sat back up fully.  "Why are you all
red?"

Ben glanced at the screen for a second, barely able to
make out his own reflection in the glass.  Then
started typing his reply.  "Turn on your cam and I'll
tell you."

A little smiley face came in reply to his words and a
second later the little cam window lit up.  Showing
Lauren, TechnoGypsy, sitting on the bed in her small
dorm room.  He could only see her face, neck, and
shoulders, but he could tell she was wearing a t-shirt
of some kind.  She had a slightly concerned look on
her face, a frown that played havoc on the freckles
that covered her cheeks.

"There.  Now tell me what's wrong?"  After she had
typed that, Lauren leaned out of the shot of the cam,
reappearing a second later.  Her hands were slipping a
headset onto her head.

"Nothing's wrong."  Ben smirked, intentionally
withholding the juiciest piece of information.

It took a moment for Lauren to reply, her typing
fingers occupied moving the small microphone closer to
her lips.  Once it seemed positioned right, she looked
more like an air traffic controller or a telephone
operator.

"Don't lie.  I can tell you're teasing me." Her
fingers typed quickly, and then she leaned back.  Her
lips moving silently in the little window.

"Hold on."  Ben quickly typed, wanting her to stop
speaking.  "I need to get my headphones."

He leaned over and opened one of the desk drawers. 
Pulling out a headset, a long mangled and tangled wire
trailing behind it.  He plugged it into his computer
as he leaned back up.

On the screen he could see Lauren's impatient face,
waiting for him.  "So where have you really been?"

"I told you," he typed back to her.  "Dad took us out
for pizza."

Lauren leaned closer to her screen, like she was
trying to peer deeper into him, her voice now a
conspiratorial whisper, "you were fucking your mother
again, weren't you?"

Ben gave her a smug look and shook his head no., but
still refused to provide any more information.

To Ben's surprise, Lauren met his reluctance with a
sly smile of her own.  "Fine, if that's the game you
want to play."

Ben was about to start typing his reply when Lauren
shifted up, her face disappearing from the small
window. Instead he saw the front of her bright pink
t-shirt fill up the screen.  There was a picture of a
happy looking cartoon bunny face in the center of it,
with a small red bullet hole in the fore head.  Above
it was emblazoned the logo "Goodbye Kitty."

He only had a moment to remark on the t-shirt before
it crumpled up slightly and then started to rise.  She
dropped down in the seat as the shirt rose, for a
moment all he saw was her bright red hair poking out
of the neck hole of the shirt that was wrapped around
her face.  

Then the shirt was gone and her grinning face
appeared.  Her shoulders bare and covered with more
freckles, covered only by the small white straps of
what he assumed was a bra.

"There.  So what were you up to?"  She whispered into
her microphone.

"Nice t-shirt."  He typed back to her, smiling
proudly.

"Thank you."  She said in a normal voice, "Now stop
trying to change the subject.  Spill it."

He stuck his tongue out at the camera and then started
typing again.  "I just saw my parents."

Lauren blinked at the screen for a moment, frowning
with disappointment.  "Saw them?  Saw them what?"

Ben stared smugly at the screen for a moment, and then
typed.  "The bra too.  Then I'll tell you."

"Bastard."  Lauren grumbled, she wasn't really
annoyed, but she wanted to make sure he thought so. 
The last thing she needed was for him to think this
sort of thing came easy.

She shifted forward in her seat, her nose growing to
ungodly proportions in the small window.  Her fingers
finding the clasp of the bra and unsnapping it.  

She leaned back as the white straps on her shoulder
went slack, her fingers rising and sliding them off
her shoulders.  Of course, that was all he could see
since she seemed to be careful not to sit up or back
too far.

"So?"  Lauren mumbled accusingly into the microphone.

Ben decided he was going to let her slide for a
moment, not press for more.  After all, he still had a
small detail of it that he could save.

"They were in bed and fucking."  He typed quickly; he
could see Lauren lick her lips as she read the words. 
"Dad was on his back and mom was on top of him.  I
could see everything."

"They let you watch?"  Lauren asked, with a slight
sound of incredulity to her voice.

"Let me see your tits and I'll tell you."  Ben's
fingers flew across the keyboard in anticipation.

"Hey!"  To his surprise, Lauren suddenly shouted and
turned her head away from the screen.  "Some privacy
please!  I'm talking to my boyfriend here!"

Ben blinked at the words.  They weren't meant for him
to hear, he was sure of it.  She might even have
misspoken.  Or just outright lied to the unseen person
that had intruded on them.  But still, she called him
her boyfriend.

"When am I going to meet this mystery man?"  Ben could
barely hear the unknown voice speaking.

"One of these days."  Lauren replied quickly, "Now if
you'd please let me be alone with my man for a little
while longer?"

"Man?"  Ben's heart flew at the use of those words. 
She called him a man.  She called him her man.  

He tried to calm himself a bit; he didn't want to read
too much into the words.  Read too much, expect too
much, and then end up being horribly disappointed.  He
tried to reign in his thoughts as he heard a door
close over Lauren's microphone.

"Sorry about that."  Lauren apologized sheepishly as
she looked back at the screen.  "I guess this is going
to be an early night."

"It's Sunday anyway."  Ben typed in reply, trying to
sound understanding and reassuring, without letting
too much of his thoughts slip.  "I have school in the
morning."

"My sister was in there with them."  He added, freely,
not bothering to ask for anything in reply this time. 
Suddenly he didn't seem as intent to see her "goodies"
as he'd normally refer to them.  

"Wait."  Lauren stared at the screen in confusion. 
"Who was with who where?"

Ben smiled widely now, her confusing was amusing, and
cute.  And, on top of that, it made her momentarily
forget about the camera.  Her breasts peeked into the
screen as she leaned back.  The reddish edge of the
top of her areolas just making it into view.

"Cat.  My sister."  He typed as what he had spied
replayed in his mind.  "She was in there helping
them."

Lauren blinked for a second, and then frowned, "no
way."  Her voice was disbelieving, but not dismissive.
 She seemed to not doubt what he was saying, but was
still reluctant to process it completely.

"Yeah."  Ben typed faster as the mental images made
his pulse race even quicker.  "I came upstairs and
heard them at it in the bedroom.  I went to take a
look and that's when I saw Cat and the both of them."

Lauren visibly swallowed as she thought about this. 
The fingers of one of her hands wantonly starting to
rub her left nipple.  Obviously any sense of modesty
she might have playfully had a minute ago was now
gone.

"Cat is your younger sister?"  Lauren asked,
breathlessly.

"No, that's Angela."  

Lauren actually seemed slightly disappointed, which
surprised Ben.  It didn't even occur to him that
someone else would be this excited hearing about the
goings on of his own family.

"Cat is my older sister."  He watched as Lauren
continued to maul her left nipple, now rolling between
her fingers, before pulling on it.  

"More details."  Lauren panted; she shifted back in
her seat, letting her entire chest and torso come into
view.  Her hand moved to her right breast, the fingers
immediately pulling hard at her other nipple.

"Dad and mom were fucking.  Mom was on top of him. 
Cat was holding his dick as mom was bouncing up and
down on him."  Ben added, noting that the more details
he added, the harder Lauren abused her own body. 
"When Cat pulled her hand out from between them, she
started licking it clean."

Okay, he admitted it to himself.  He embellished a
bit.  He didn't stay around long enough to see what
Cat had done after that, but it sounded good.  The way
Lauren grunted and now pinched both of her nipples,
she seemed to agree.

"Angela did some stuff too?  Do you want to hear about
that?"  He waited eagerly for Lauren's reaction to his
typed words.

Her eyes went wide as she stared at the screen.  Her
voice was slightly meek, but very excited.  "Really? 
Yes, I do."

"Can I watch you while I tell you?"  Ben felt his
heart palpitate as he waited for her to reply. 
Normally it was a big game to him.  He'd tease her,
she'd tease him, and then one or the other of them
would demand something more.  A little more teasing,
then eventually someone would relent.

This was the first time he found himself asking in a
long time.

"Umhm."  Lauren murmured in reply, leaning forward
again.  For a brief second, one of her breasts
dominated the computer screen, looking three times
normal size.  Then the view jarred as she moved the
camera.

The contents of the small dorm room whizzed by
indecipherably, before the screen finally focused
normally.  Rumpled cloth, the edge of a wooden pole,
and the industrial shade of light blue paint came into
view.  

There was nothing else for a moment, before a bare
belly and a blue jean covered waist came into view. 
He could still hear her breathing, rushed and fevered.
 Hands came into the frame very quickly now,
unbuttoning the jeans, unzipping them, then pushing
them down.  

Either she hadn't been wearing panties or she took
them off at the same time as the jeans, because a
crimson red bush of red hair came into view.  The
bottom of her bush gave way to a darker brown color
and seemed matted with her sweat.  Even lower he could
see the lips of her pussy peeking out, a brighter red,
showing off just how excited she was.

Lauren disappeared out of view for a moment, and then
reappeared, crawling on all fours across his view
screen, across her bed he assumed.  She leaned against
the wall, spreading her legs wide for him, then
turning her head and dragging her laptop screen into
view.

She turned to look at the camera and smiled, "there,
have a good view now?"

Ben just stared at his vantage for a moment, unable to
come up with words that would do it justice.  The
camera had to be positioned on her bed, sitting
between her legs.  Her breasts hung a bit lower now,
heaving up and down slowly as she breathed.  Her
small, normally pink nipples were a bright red from
the pinching she had been doing.

"Yes."  Was all he was able to reply, he felt kind of
embarrassed at not having anything better to say.

"Oh, I can tell you like it."  Lauren teased,
reminding him that she was able to see his face as
well.  She licked a finger, and then rubbed the saliva
on her left nipple.  "Now tell."

Ben swallowed as he watched, then nodded, doing his
best to type properly while he kept watching her on
his screen.  

"I'm sure Angela and dad have done something.  This
morning at breakfast, Angela said that they fucked." 
Ben nodded slowly, adding emphasis to his typing.

"That's so fucking hot."  Lauren moaned, her hand
going back to pinching her nipple.  Her other hand
wasted no time, passing through her bush and rubbing
the lips of her pussy.

"Dad said they didn't fuck."  Ben added, slightly
reluctantly.  "But he did say they did something.  I
think maybe she gave dad a blow job.  And dad must
have touched her or licked her too."

Lauren grunted loudly now, shoving two of her fingers
completely into her own pussy.  Her voice was barely a
pant now.  "How old is Angela?"

"She's eight."  Ben watched Lauren's eyes read his
words and heard her gasp loudly as she processed them.

Her hand froze in place and for a moment Ben thought
he might have said too much.

"Holy fucking hell."  Lauren whispered, pulling her
fingers out of herself and then slamming them back
inside her even faster.

Ben blinked in surprise at the sudden increase in
Lauren's intensity.  "She's in third grade."

Lauren moaned out loudly for a second, before clamping
her mouth closed.  The dull rumble of her groan still
made it to her microphone.

"Do you want to see a picture of her?"  Ben offered,
trying his best to drive her crazy.

Lauren turned and looked at the camera, surprised. 
"You have one?"

"Yeah.  Hold on."  Ben quickly navigated the computer,
locating a family picture they had taken at the local
mega store earlier in the year.  He sent it over to
her just as easily.

He watched as she pulled her fingers from inside
herself, her pussy gaping open for a moment before the
lips slipped back together.  He watched as she used
that same hand to manipulate her mouse, casually
spreading her own shimmering juices across its
plastic.

At the same time he reached down and quickly loosened
his own jeans and pushed them down.  His white jockey
shorts followed a second later, leaving his raging
hard on free.  

"Oh god, she's so tiny."  Lauren murmured as she
stared at her own screen.  "And she had your dad's
dick in her mouth?"

Ben didn't bother to type, his hand busy stroking
himself up and down, instead just nodding slowly.  He
watched as her eyes took in the rest of the picture,
studying each of them it seemed.

Ben wiped his hand on the side of his jeans before he
typed, "Angela and Cat did some stuff last night too."
 

Lauren's hand went back down between her legs, this
time forcing three of her fingers inside herself.  She
grunted as she did it and to Ben it sounded like she
was actually straining.

"Angela said that Cat sucked her tits."  Ben continued
to type rapidly, wanting to get his hands back down
between his own legs.  "She said that Cat ate her out
and then used a vibrator on her."

Lauren moaned as she read Ben's words, her hand moving
even quicker.  He dropped his own hands to his cock
and started to stroke it up and down as he watched
her.  He watched as she licked a finger of her other
hand, then shifted her hips.  He was even more
surprised as he watched her press the new finger
against her anus, grunting slowly as she forced the
finger slowly inside herself.

"Your two sisters."  She moaned, her eyes closed now. 
"Oh god, so hot."

Ben stroked himself harder now as he watched her.  His
other hand starting to squeeze his balls, not too
hard, imagining that it was Lauren's hands touching
him.

Lauren had gotten two full knuckles of her finger
inside her ass, her other hand pistoning even harder
against her pussy.  Her voice just a burning whisper
now, "I want to watch.  I want to see you fuck your
mother."

Ben watched the screen for a second, seeing how just
those words seemed to enflame Lauren even further.  He
continued to stroke himself as he one hand typed a
reply, "Okay."

Lauren's head twitched as she read his reply, sinking
her finger fully into her ass now.  "I want to see
your sister eat your cum out of your mother.  Her
little face covered in it."

Ben started stroking himself faster, the ideas
bringing him even closer to cumming.  "Next weekend."
He typed in reply.

Lauren gasped loudly now, thrashing her head back and
forth as she worked the fingers of both her hands in
and out of her body.  "Next weekend, yes.  I want you
to fuck me too.  For real."

Those words were all it took; he felt his cock spasm
in his hand, then cum shooting out of him, painting
long strings of white across his chest.  Making him
pant for air.

Lauren bit down on her lower lip as she watched, her
back suddenly arching and her hands stopping.  For a
long moment she just stayed that way, locked in place,
unbreathing.

Then her mouth relaxed and a low, satisfied moan
slipped out.  Her lower lip still showing the
impression of her teeth.  

"I have to go."  She slowly groaned, reluctantly. 
"Before my roommate gets back again."

Ben nodded slowly, reaching his hands weakly up to his
keyboard.  "Next weekend?"

Lauren nodded slowly.  "Definitely.  We'll talk about
it this week."

She gave him a warm smile, and then leaned forward,
towards the camera.  She made a kissing motion to it,
and then turned back to her computer.  The viewing
screen going dark, then her name disappearing off of
his friends list.

Ben sat at his desk for a long moment, catching his
breath and recollecting his scattered wits.  He was
happy that they'd finally meet this weekend.  But he
wasn't quite sure how he was going to tell his parents
about it.



 
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