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Twelve year-old Olivia finds some time for dirty anal play in the tub with
her younger cousin, Julia.  Then Julia shows Olivia just what it is that
older cousin Jeannie does to her clients in that trailer next door.


Another Dirty Little Girl, Night One
( FM, fg, bdsm, femdom, anal play, toys/strapon, light scat/ws, fem mast,
voy )


by bluepervina, (c) 2008



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It was nearly nine o'clock by the time Julia dragged Olivia back home from
the creek house.  Aunt Jenelle had just finished already heating up leftover
meatloaf and gravy with some freshly steamed rice.  Olivia and her cousin
sat down and ate in silence, absorbed in watching the video game that was
splashing colors all over the room.  It was just meatloaf, but it was
delicious, a perfect end to the day.

"Julia made it, of course," Jenelle said, smiling sweetly as she served the
two dirty, sweaty girls sitting eagerly at the table.  She didn't mention
the dirt or the sweat - not even the fact that Olivia's shirt was now on
backwards and that she and Julia had accidentally switched shorts.  Getting
dressed in that narrow, dark shack by the creek would take more patience
than those girls had been able to muster.  Olivia hadn't exactly wanted to
leave as soon as Julia - Josie and Jessie were about to switch places, one
squatting to get an assful of cock as the other rode Jimmy's grinning face -
but Julia had insisted.

"Come on now, please, Olivia," the girl had politely insisted, pulling on
her shirt in the dark.  "I want to make sure we don't miss dinner.  It's one
of my best recipes, you'll love it!"

Olivia, quickly filled to capacity, was soon anxious to clean up.  Jeannie
was on the couch now, resting a plate of half-eaten rice and gravy on her
belly as she leaned back and studied Johnnie's expert assaults as they
flashed across the giant television.  As Olivia rose to clean up her plate,
Jeannie stuck hers out over the top of the couch, grunting, "Me too, Livvy
babe!"  It was the nicest thing she'd said to her all day.

Her dishes done, with permission to take another bath, Olivia was soaring.
She hadn't been able to bathe more than once a day - or even more than once
every other day - since her mother was arrested.  "Can I come, too?
Please?"  Julia eagerly piped up.  Olivia had been one step out of the
kitchen area, heading toward the hall, and she was grateful for that small
distance apart from her cousin and her aunt.  The darker spot she was
crossing hid the irritation that had filled her so suddenly, but just as
suddenly she pushed it away, remembering how grateful she needed to be.

"Now, Julia, don't you think Olivia wants some priva-" Aunt Jenelle was
saying, but Olivia cut her off.

"It's OK, I don't mind," the older girl chirped, forcing herself to smile
and coming back to help Julia finish up with her own dishes.  Julia beamed.

"We can do each other's backs!" the girl suggested.  She went to her mother
on tippy-toes and kissed Jenelle's cheek, then trotted off ahead of her
cousin.  "I'll get the water ready.  And the bubbles!"

"She'll do your front, too, Livvy, if you want," Jeannie snorted.  Then,
more to herself than to Olivia she muttered, "Fuckin' lezzie."

"Well, whatever, I guess," Olivia stammered, flushed and embarrassed and now
completely aware of her own dirty skin and wrong shorts and backwards
shirt.  She hadn't even made it out of the creek house with her panties.  It
had been much too dark to find them; the flashlights had been under Josie's
and Jessie's control, and they were much too wrapped up in swarming over
Jimmy to help with a search.

Now the girl was extremely aware of the smaller shorts pulling up against
her still-swollen pussy, splitting the lips apart and rubbing her slit in a
rough, lovely way.  She could smell herself - her body odor and the creek
muck and the dust still clinging to her skin and hair from that shack.  She
thought she picked up a whiff of her own crotch, her musky, ripe scent.  She
blushed even more and hurried after Julia.

The phone rang, then.  Olivia heard Jeannie grumble and groan as she leaned
up to answer it.  "Yeah.  ...That's me.  ...Fuck, I don't care.  Whatever."
Then, "You know how to get here?  Which trailer?"  And, finally, "No, you
dumb fuck!  If you talked to Harlan then you know it's cash only.  Jesus!
...Then go by the ATM first, or don't even bother.   ...Whatever, dude."
The phone beeped off.  "God, Momma, these men gotta get their shit
together.  I fuckin' swear!"

Olivia was paused in the dark hallway, barely able to hear over the rumbling
of the filling tub.  Julia was already in it, splashing about and giggling
quietly to herself.  But the older girl was held to the spot, curious.  Was
Jeannie going to go fuck somebody?  Were they coming here?  But... but...
she was pregnant!  And it was so late!

"Come on in, Olivia," her younger cousin's voice drifted out to her, the
faucet squeaking off. "It's ready now!"

Olivia knew what her aunt and her oldest cousin did.  She knew how they made
their money.  It was a shock, though, to finally brush up against it.  Even
from overhearing one half of a phone conversation, Olivia found her head
buzzing, her heart racing strangely, and her pussy quickly flooding with
more juice.  Why did the thought of them whoring amaze and arouse her so
much?

The last thing Olivia heard, before she crossed the threshold into the
bathroom and closed the door, was her aunt's casual reply:  "Well, baby,
they're men, after all.  Just let me call up Daddy Stockton and bring him
around to watch after you.  Is it ten o'clock, this guy's appointment?  Well
then you better get over there now and freshen up.  You haven't washed since
the day before yesterday, you know."

Through the walls of the bathroom the two girls could hear Jeannie curse her
way out of the trailer, stumping down the steps and letting the screen door
slam behind her.  Julia rolled her eyes and waved a suds-covered hand in her
sister's direction.  "Jeannie is always so dramatic," the girl sighed.  "She
wants people to think she doesn't like having all those men put their
penises inside her.  What a silly goose!"

Soon enough both girls were clean and splashing happily.  Washing Julia had
been a pretty straightforward affair.  The younger girl submitted to
Olivia's soapy hands with a lot of giggling, squirming glee.  There wasn't
much to see and feel where Julia's chest was concerned.  She was just puffy
enough, though, to make Olivia's mouth hang slack with longing.  However,
Julia was too fidgety for that.  Just having hands running over her swelling
nipple buds was enough to send the girl into shivering groans and fits of
more giggles.  She was being much too immature about it all for a proper
suck.  Olivia resigned herself to pinching and flicking at Julia's stiff
nipples, sure that was all the younger girl could stand.

When Olivia finally worked her way between her cousin's legs, there was just
enough clarity in the soapy, cloudy water to see that Julia only had a few
hairs here and there growing over her nine year-old vulva.  Olivia by then
was horny enough to be more daring.  Even so, the girl couldn't take much
direct stimulation.

"Ah!  It tickles!"  Julia squealed as Olivia slid her fingers back and forth
between her cousin's narrow lips.  She friskily pinched and rubbed at the
tiny clit she found, only to have Julia's hands push her away, skinny thighs
closing tightly over her arm.  "No, please!  It's too much!"  Her cousin
blushed, her chest, neck, and cheeks a shiny rogue of modesty and arousal.
"I like a mouth there usually, if you don't mind."  Julia pushed her butt up
partially out of the water, her feet straddling Olivia's hips.  "Will you
please lick me instead of all the fingers?  I like it so much better that
way."

Her mouth eagerly fastened itself to Julia's small mound.  The taste of
dingy bathwater quickly faded as Olivia's tongue slurped noisily up and down
her cousin's slippery cunt.  There was such a sweet taste to her!  Sucking
hard on Julia's clit, Olivia found herself thrown back into memories of all
the times she'd eaten her mother in exactly the same way.  There wasn't much
of that same musk, and no hair that she could even notice against her mouth
and cheeks.  But the groove was a smaller version, exactly as she liked it,
nonetheless.

Julia giggled as Olivia tongued her tiny pee hole, then she began swirling
her hips as the older girl wiggled her tongue insistently up inside her
tight, dripping hole.  Olivia's mother had been considerably warmer in there
than Julia, and it was a lot less work with her mother to fit her tongue
almost fully inside.  It produced much of the same moaning, humping reaction
in her cousin, though, no matter how much smaller and less developed her
parts were.  Olivia knew she was an expert pussy eater, and she kept at it
until Julia loudly grunted, "Ugh!  Ugh!  That's so nice!  Thank you!" and
slowly pulled her crotch away from Olivia's shiny face.

Olivia, then, realized how very wise she had been to let her cousin join her
in the bath.  She thoroughly enjoyed lying back in the tub, letting Julia's
little hands roam over her breasts and belly and legs.  It was heavenly, her
cousin's mouth suckling on her small, round breasts, getting just the right
amount of teeth-nibbles and hard swirling tongue to go with the gentle sucks
and tugs of her cousin's knowledgeable mouth.  Just having the girl lie on
top of her as she did it was nice.  The closeness and warmth of all that
slippery skin on hers sent wave after wave of juicy throbs radiating out
from her pulsing, hot hole.

Julia surprised Olivia next by going straight for her feet, washing them so
carefully, so slowly.  As her soft mouth finally closed over each toe, one
at a time, Olivia let herself go.  Her eyes heavy and shut, the sensation of
her cousin's mouth at work soon had the older girl squirming, too.  Olivia
relished the feel of Julia's slender tongue worming its way inbetween every
toe, then licking strongly up and down her arches.  Even when Julia grinned
impishly and put her teeth on the fine hairs growing out of the tops of
Olivia's toes and tops of her feet, tugging at them, ripping a few painfully
out - Olivia cried out each time, stunned at how much closer to orgasm each
sharp little pain brought her.

Finally Julia tucked Olivia's feet, one at a time, back into the water and
between the younger girl's thighs, so that Olivia could wiggle and tickle at
Julia's wispy-haired pussy.  Her cousin liked that a lot, bouncing up and
down on Olivia's feet and panting quietly, both girls utterly ignoring all
the bubble-foamed water they sloshed out of the tub in the process.

"Please turn over now, Olivia, so I can wash your bottom."  Julia's eyes
were wide and blue, and she smiled with an eagerness that her cousin easily
recognized.  "I'd like to lick on your anus, too, if you don't mind."

"P- please," was all Olivia could manage, as she slipped onto her belly and
thrust her ass up out of the water.  The little girl scooted up cross-legged
to sit between Olivia's knees, and she wasted no time on soap at all.
Olivia groaned loudly at the first contact of her cousin's expert mouth on
her butthole.  Julia's tongue flattened against her wrinkled, quivering ring
and noisily ran up and down over it, as if the girl was enjoying the finest
feast on her older cousin's wet flesh.

Olivia, her chin in the water, found herself accidentally drinking down
small mouthfuls of their bath as she involuntarily gasped and ducked her
face in longing.  Soon Julia's tongue was running in tight circles all
around the rim of her asshole, pushing more and more insistently inward.
The sloppy noises of her cousin's mouth were a perfect fit with the plink
and splish of the water as it splashed lightly against their skin and the
sides of the tub.  Olivia thought of all the times her mother had eaten her
like this in the bath.  How many times her mother's mouth had worked, for
minutes on end, to loosen up her daughter's tightly crinkled hole, until it
was loose enough to easily taste inside.

The older girl fought hard against the urge to push.  There was gas - and
more - waiting in there, for sure.  Olivia didn't want to startle her cousin
with any of that.  But then Julia's tongue was sliding inside, worming its
way deeper and deeper against the loosening ring of muscle, and Olivia found
herself losing control.  To her horror, a loud, wet fart cracked against
Julia's open mouth.  Olivia froze, mortified.

"God, Julia, I'm so sorry!"  Olivia croaked, already pulling her ass away
from her cousin's face, preparing more apologies in her head.  But then
hands were on her hips, holding her in place.  The tongue was gone, replaced
by a finger.

"Oh, never mind that,"  Julia muttered distractedly.  "It's a bottomhole,
after all.  I sort of expect that to happen when I put my tongue in it."
She easily slid her finger its full length into Olivia's rectum, crooking it
a bit toward the ceiling.  Olivia gasped and ducked her face again into the
water.  The finger was prodding at the heavy mass inside her, and suddenly
the urge to let it loose was nearly too intense to control.

"I can feel your poop, Olivia," Julia stated calmly.  "Does this gross you
out?"

Olivia, barely able to concentrate on anything but bodily control, managed
to pull her face out of the water and shake her head.  "No.  No.  It's
fine."  Then she whispered, more boldly than she'd wanted to, "You can do...
whatever... you know.  I don't mind."

The finger was working steadily against the mass, and soon a small chunk of
it was broken off and bobbing freely against the hot inner flesh of Olivia's
rectum.  Julia's finger caught it and slowly began drawing it out.

"Eww!  Wow, Olivia, look."

Olivia was burning with embarrassment and lust.  She had to look.  Turning
her face to peer back over her shoulder, she watched Julia raise her hand to
display the modest ball of brown shit that clung to her index finger.  The
younger girl raised it her nose and sniffed, once, twice; then Julia
shivered all over and giggled, smiling wickedly at her cousin.

"Your poop really stinks!"  she cried.  Reaching over to the raised edge of
the tub, Julia mashed her finger against it until nearly all of the brown
blob was smeared upon the white surface.  "I'll just put these here when I
find them, OK?"

Olivia could only nod her head.  She stared intently at her shit on the rim
of the tub.  She was a little dizzy, barely breathing.  The odor finally
reached her, and it was nearly enough to make her release the rest of her
load all over Julia's freshly-scrubbed front.  Clenching mightily, though,
Olivia managed to hold back.  She groaned and turned away, but then her
cousin's finger was back at work.

"Olivia, please don't poop on me, if you don't mind," Julia murmured.  "I
would much rather get it out of you this way, if that's all right."

So for the next several minutes Olivia submitted her asshole to her younger
cousin's probing finger.  As more and more of her turds were pulled forth,
chunk by chunk, the rim of the tub became steadily more crowded with small
brown clumps.  The air in the bathroom reeked.

Olivia, through it all, trembled and moaned and kept her rectal muscles in
check.

Finally there was close to half of Olivia's assload extracted and
semi-melting on the white edge of the bath.  The overwhelming urge to let
loose was gone, replaced by a feeling of relaxed, open naughtiness.  Olivia
had been farmed before, but this time it had been so long that it had been
mouch tougher to handle.  Her mother had never been so deliberate about it,
had never taken so much time and concentrated so much on the act, but
nevertheless Olivia couldn't help but think of her and long for her all over
again.  By now her mother would have let her go, encouraged her quietly to
push, and then they'd have done all the rest.  But it was clear Julia had
other ideas.

Olivia, frustrated and yet wildly excited, was a smart enough girl.  She was
having way more fun than she'd ever thought possible with anyone besides her
mother.  If she took things too far too soon, well, why risk screwing up a
pretty good moment... and possible even better moments on down the road?

"What a messy mess we've made, Olivia!"  Julia finally declared.  With a
quick scuttle of skinny legs, the girl rose to her feet and stepped,
dripping, upon the bath mat.  "Let's clean this up," she continued, tearing
off small wads of toilet paper and cleaning up each and every little mound
of crap, one by one, dropping them all into the toilet.  At the last, she
put toilet paper to Olivia's asshole, wiping it gently for several moments.


When she was finished, Olivia rolled onto her back and blinked up at her
cousin.  She was still dazed, caught in a fog of lust and shock and
submission.  "Wh- what made you... you know... want to do that to me?" she
finally managed to ask the younger girl.

Julia pulled a spray bottle of Lysol from beneath the sink and sent a
shimmering pulse of aerosol back and forth across the rim of the tub.  Then,
with a last wad of toilet paper, she wiped the edge dry.  Then that went
into the toilet, too, and she flushed.

"Well," Julia said quietly, "Jeannie likes me to do that to her when we take
baths together."  The younger girl leaned over the tub and turned the water
back on.  Soon everything was lusciously more warm, and Olivia found herself
re-soaping and running her hands absently all over her own body, watching
her cousin as she climbed up onto the toilet seat, squatting,
concentrating.  "Jeannie will usually poop out the rest, though, even when I
ask her not to."

Olivia, hushed, could barely believe it.  Her oldest cousin, too?  "And then
she likes me to lick them, one lick from every little piece of poop I pull
out of her bottom, and from the logs that float around, too," Julia went on,
peering down between her legs from her perch upon the toilet.  "Then she
makes me show her my tongue.  And she laughs and laughs.  She's such a mean
person, you know."

Olivia found herself asking, before she could stop herself, "Do you like
it?"  She held her breath, more anxious for the answer than she could ever
explain in words.

"Well," Julia pondered, "I guess it's OK.  It's just licking, after all."
The girl shrugged, still waiting atop the commode.  "It's not the same as
what she does with her customers.  Not with the ones that ask her for that,
I mean.  She makes them eat it all up, every little bit.  And if they get
sick she smears their faces in it.  Like you have to do with dogs, you
know?"

With a grunt, Julia relaxed, then sighed.  Olivia could see a fat, dark turd
emerging from beneath the girl's narrow ass.  "She caught me in first
grade," Julia continued, reaching down.  "I was like this on the toilet.
It's how I like to... to shit."  The girl seemed almost as embarrassed and
aroused by her cursing as she was with what she was doing with her hand,
opening it up to cup the rope of crap as it slid from her ass, coiling wetly
in her palm.  Julia slowly held her hand out to display the light brown turd
that had circled itself in a neatly pinched-off donut.  "She caught me,"
Julia pulled her hand up to her face, inhaling with her eyes closed, "like
this.  Smelling it.  Sniffing my, my dirty shit."

After a few moments of gathering the filthy aroma into her flaring nostrils,
Julia, dropped her hand unceremoniously down between her feet, letting the
turd slide off and splash noisily into the water.  Then she was pushing out
a second turd, then a third, until finally she was done, her hand for the
rest of it merely serving as a guide beneath her anus, the poop sliding
across her fluttering fingers on its way down into the bowl.  Olivia watched
it all, astonished, slowly rubbing her own hand over her cunt.  By the time
Julia's piss thundered down into the murky water Olivia was very near her
point of no return.

"And that was that!" Julia chirped, pulling more toilet paper from the roll
and wiping at her hand and ass.  "Jeannie started taking baths with me,
usually just a couple times a month, though."  A small box of moistened,
flushable wipes was opened next; Olivia watched as, for several minutes her
cousin meticulously cleaned off her fingers and palm.  Then she hopped off
the toilet and washed her hands vigorously at the sink.  "Your turn now,
Olivia," she offered.  "You should poop the rest of yours on top of mine!"

Olivia, standing on shaky legs, stepped gingerly out of the tub.  She took
the towel Julia offered and patted herself dry, giving a lot of time and
attention to her mound, pressing against it hard, relishing the feel of
being so close to such a wonderful, warm feeling.  Finally, though, it was
clear that Julia was waiting for her, and Olivia stepped over to the
commode.

"Uh, are you sure?" the older girl muttered thickly.  The heaviness was back
in her ass, just from standing for that short time.  It would be coming out
very soon.  Gas bubbles were already trying to work their way out ahead of
it.

"Oh, yes, please!" Julia cheered, "And I'd like to watch really close if you
don't mind.  Could you get up on the seat facing backwards, maybe?  Please?
Jeannie did that for me once, and it was a perfect view."

Olivia, mid-mount, got back down and changed her approach.  This was a way
of shitting she'd done many times with her mother, only the poop wouldn't
usually all make it into the bowl.  Julia stepped close, though, and put a
hand on Olivia's haunch reassuringly.

"Don't worry about missing.  Just spread your knees wider and lean over the
tank.  Yes... like that... good."  Julia knelt on the floor behind her and
continued happily.  "I'll make sure it all goes in!"

Sighing, Olivia crossed her arms on the top of the tank and rested her head
atop them.  It was so close to home.  She let herself relax.  One - two -
three farts burst from her rippling cheeks, sharp pops that sent Julia into
a small fit of quiet giggles.  Then the last broken bits of the original
turd emerged, plopping loudly into the water, accompanied by quick, excited
applause from behind.  Then a thick, short log slowly worked its way past
Olivia's stretched hole, the splash it made punctuated by another loud,
smelly fart.  That was followed by two very soft, fast snakes that made no
sound as they descended into the commode.  And she was done.

Tilting her forehead, Olivia peered beneath her armpit back at her cousin,
who was still watching Olivia's anus with fascination.  "I'm done," Olivia
managed to say.  In an instant Julia snapped into action, taking more toilet
paper, then a moist towelette, and wiping her older cousin clean.

"Now stay there and flush," Julia commmanded.  Olivia, reaching blindly for
the lever, finally found it and pushed.  A rush of smelly, cool air wafted
up and over her, and the girl closed her eyes and inhaled.  The breeze that
blew up and over her spread, exposed asshole and cunt was delicious.
Julia's hand, then, was on Olivia's pussy, fingers sliding up to rub at her
clit, and Olivia found herself shaking, burying her head again into her
folded arms.  She was going to come.  If her cousin kept playing with her
squishing pussy like that, she was going to come so very hard.

"You never did pee, did you?" Julia asked, working her fingers over and over
and over like a flopping, wise little fish upon the wet cleft of Olivia's
sweetest spot.  "How can you hold it like that?"

Olivia, though, was shaking, fighting hard to keep her balance.  Explosions
of heat and pleasure rocketed out from her cunt and spasmed her entire
body.  With a massive, growling effort, the girl pushed, and her bladder
finally released.  Hot piss splattered against Julia's hand and all over
Olivia's ass and lower legs and feet.  Julia squealed, passing her hand back
and forth within the flow, content to let urine bounce off and spray
wherever it would.

Olivia, still caught in the throes of her orgasm, reached down and finished
the job of frigging furiously at her clit.  She didn't stop until the last
eruption of pee had finally rattled its way out of her hole, the toilet seat
squeaking one least protest as the girl shifted her weight to wearily
dismount.

"Oh my, now we're a mess again," Julia twittered, looking down at her own
wetly-spattered bare chest and thighs.  "Let's get back in the tub for a bit
and clean up, OK?"

But the sound of a vehicle rumbling up from behind the trailer stopped them
both short.

"That's Daddy Stockton's old Ford," Julia gasped.  Another vehicle was
pulling into the next yard over now.  "And somebody else!  I guess Jeannie's
getting a customer tonight after all!  Come on!"  The girl forgot all about
the bath and instead simply toweled herself dry.  She tossed the towel then
to Olivia, who had gone over to let the water out of the tub.  "Hurry and
dry off, OK?  We won't smell hardly at all from it, you know?  We'll go rub
lotion on our legs anyway in Momma's room."  Julia bundled up all their
clothes and stuffed them into the hamper, grinning over at her.  "I'll bet
you anything that Momma lets us watch, just you see!"

Julia was gone like a shot out the bathroom door then, calling back over her
shoulder as she made her way down toward the kitchen.  "Please grab us each
a night gown, will you, Olivia?  I'll meet you in Momma's room with some
lotion!"  Olivia watched her skinny, naked body dart down the hall toward
Aunt Jenelle, who was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper and
sipping from a tall glass of iced tea.  She felt desire still heating her
body at the sight of her cousin so free and easy with herself, so slender
and sexy and excited.  Julia skidded to a stop beside her mother and threw
her arms around her, leaning her nude form across her mother's and
whispering urgently into her ear.  Jenelle kept her eyes on the paper, but
Olivia's could see her crossed legs beneath the table squeeze more tightly
several times over, in a rhythm that the girl recognized.

Next thing she knew, Olivia was at the end of the trailer, sitting atop the
master bedroom's giant king bed, as Julia flitted around beneath another
large television.

"This is what Momma calls our insurance policy," the little girl explained,
grabbing a fresh DVR disc from a tall spindle and placing it carefully into
a tray extending from the digital video recorder.  "We have cameras to
record everyone who comes to see Jeannie and Momma, and we tell them all how
we keep copies of every session here and with Daddy Stockton and with
Momma's lawyer friend.  Just in case someone wants to tell on us, you know.
They'll be telling on themselves too, won't they?"

There were three televisions, two small ones on a stand with two DVR
machines, a cable signal box, and several other electronic components.  A
much larger, flat-screened television was mounted on the wall above her,
displaying now the inside of a trailer, the walls of which were all painted
dark grey, the floor all made of linoleum.  At the center of the room was a
contraption that looked like a carpenter's saw horse, except the top was
much thicker and padded, and there were steel eye bolts screwed into all
four legs.  The back wall of the room held an assortment of rack-mounted
shelves and coat hooks.  From the hooks hung various kinds of straps and
whips and sticks with flaps, each of varying length and color.  On the
shelves were several different plastic storage boxes, some clear-sided, in
which Olivia could see all kinds of cock-shaped implements.

One of the small televisions was turned off, but the the other one showed
the same view as the flat screen, but only in one corner.  It was joined by
three other views of the same room.  Julia, back on the bed, held up a large
remote control and began pressing buttons.  She put each of the other three
views of the room on the big television, one at a time.  "This is how we
pick which angle to show, see," the girl explained.  "There's also four
views for Jeannie's other room, so I'll show you those if they go in there.
Usually she'll stay in this room, though, with most of the men.

"When Momma and Jeannie are both with customers at the same time we can do
this," Julia pressed a button on the remote and the large screen suddenly
modified to show a smaller square of black in the lower right corner.
"That's where we can make sure what we're recording for both trailers at
once."  The little girl smiled proudly at Olivia.  "I set it up for Momma
this way last year, so she likes to let me be the one to use it when I can.
Usually, though, the twins have this as their job, since they stay home all
the time, even during school.

"They didn't like me having to teach them, though," the girl grinned.
"Since I'm the youngest, they thought it was insulting.  They spent forever
that first time trying to remember it all and get the recordings done
right.  Finally they were so angry and yelling, but I got to sit with them
the next three times until they could work the system without getting so
cross."

Their night shirts were sitting in a small heap on the corner of the big
bed, utterly forgotten.  Julia had come into the room with a large pump
bottle of lotion, and that now lay on its side next to the shirts, drooling
thickly onto the comforter.  Olivia found herself sitting cross-legged next
to her cousin in the middle of the bed, her hands already straying to her
crotch.  Julia, flipping the main view back to its original setting, noticed
Olivia's absent-minded masturbation and giggled.

"Oh, Olivia, you're already excited!  I'm so glad you like this!"  Julia
leaned into her cousin and quickly kissed her on the cheek.  A spark of
longing rushed throughout Olivia's body at the feel of the younger girl's
thin, wet lips against her face.  She turned her mouth expectantly toward
Julia, her lips already parted, her eyes nearly closed, but her cousin was
back to working the remote already.

"Look!  On the left!  It's Jeannie!"

Walking into the frame came Olivia's oldest cousin, utterly transformed.
Her bushy hair was curled in shiny ringlets that tumbled down her back and
across her shoulders in pretty light-brown waves.  A large tattoo of an
angelic girl with devil's horns and batlike wings was inked across nearly
her entire back; the face smiled wickedly, beautifully, showing fangs and an
unmistakeable hunger.  The teenager's ass, fattened wonderfully from
pregnancy, wobbled prodigiously atop black straps that ran down from her
hips to join somewhere up underneath her.  She wore black, shiny boots
halfway up her thighs, the heels gleaming like chrome, like knives.  One
black strap crossed Jeannie's lower back, just at the clawed feet of the
demon-girl, and another strap went just below her shoulder blades, across
the angel-slut's huge, pierced nipples.  Then she turned around, facing the
camera, and sneered.

"Hello, fuckin' family," she growled.  "They're gettin' ready to come in, I
can hear that fat fuck out there goin' through the rules and shit."  The
sound was good, though it did seem to echo, and every shift and step that
Jeannie took seemed amplified and minutely present in the room with the two
younger girls.  "If Livvy ain't watchin' this," she went on, jolting Olivia
and freezing her wandering hands, "you need to go get her.  Like fuckin'
now.  Right, Momma?"

But Aunt Jenelle, of course, was still in the kitchen reading the paper.
Olivia puzzled at what Jeannie might mean by that, but Julia was already
trying to explain.  "Like I told you, Olivia," she said simply, "Jeannie's
so very dramatic.  She likes to perform, so you're now a new member of her
audience, you know?"  Olivia nodded dumbly, studying her cousin as she
alternated between examining her long, freshly painted black fingernails and
squinting up at the camera.  "She'll ask you later on about watching, too,
to see if you really did.  She'll act like she didn't like you doing it, but
she really does love it.  Besides watching Johnnie's games, that's the only
other thing she'll do in front of a TV.  Watch herself and these men.  She
really likes it and has lots of orgasms.  That chair of hers is a total
mess, you know, if you ever see it up close."

Two black straps crossed in an X between Jeannie's breasts, framing them
inside tight black leather lines.  Her tits were full and heavy, and her
nipples were each pierced with thick silver rings.  Olivia quickly slid her
hands back to work between her legs.  Jeannie was so raunchy-looking and so
gorgeous.  The X between her breasts sent a long black strap down either
side of her large, protruding belly, framing it deliciously as well.  The
curve of her pregnant flesh, bulging out so heavily in front of her, was one
of the most beautiful things Olivia had ever seen.  Jeannie's belly button
was fully popped out and cast its own small shadow down the rapidly
descending angle of her abdomen, where the girl could just barely make out
the two belly straps coming back together, between the tops of her cousin's
long, muscular thighs.

Olivia found herself swallowing hard, her throat gone dry, her eyes scratchy
and watering.  She blinked rapidly, increasing her pace on her own vulva.
She could watch her cousin standing around like that for hours.

"Well," Julia chided, "I guess you've already noticed how nicely our Jeannie
cleans up!  I can smell your vagina from over here!"

Olivia, despite her embarrassment, laughed along with Julia and leaned into
her as the younger girl leaned in with her own bare shoulder.  Then Olivia
extracted a great goopy handful of her own pussy slime and reached out,
smearing it across Julia's surprised face.  The fell into a shrieking,
giggling heap then upon the bed, as as Julia attempted to wipe her face
clean and Olivia struggled mightily to hold her cousin's hands away.

"'Bout fuckin' time, dude!" Jeannie barked sharply, and both girls
immediately sat back up, staring eagerly at the large screen.  A skinny,
young man had entered the trailer, standing tentatively just inside the
closed door.  He held a stack of money in one hand, while the other hung
absently on the forgotten door knob.  He was staring every bit as hard at
Jeannie as Olivia had just done.

"Well, shit, at least say hi or somethin'," Jeannie sneered.  The man
cleared his throat and mumbled, "Hi," holding out the money.

"Now," Jeannie began, stepping no closer to the man and putting both hands
on her hips, "I know Harlan sent you to me and not Jenelle, so that means
you want somethin' that's kinky, right?"

The man nodded stupidly.

"OK, dude, this'll be a lot easier if you explain exactly what you want.
Before we do the money.  Got it?"

The man nodded again.

"So talk, goddammit!"  Jeannie ordered.  She snapped her fingers at him and
turned her back, walking a few steps farther away from him.

The man cleared his throat, still staring intently at Jeannie.  "Well, um,
you see... my ah, my wife don't like nothin' to do with my um...."

"Your ass," Jeannie finished, turning back to him.  "You want me to play
with your ass?"

The man nodded, finally dropping his eyes to his shoes, slumping his
shoulders.  He looked ashamed and relieved and completely afraid.

"All right, that's better."  Jeannie walked back to stand an arm's length in
front of him.  "You want me to fuck that faggy ass of yours?"

The man nodded again.  Jeannie snorted.

"You ever think of asking somebody with a real dick to do that for ya'?
Huh?"

The man jerked his head up and looked Jeannie right in the face, opening and
closing his mouth without speaking.  He dropped his eyes again and this time
studied her boots instead of his own.  "I ain't no queer, that's why," he
muttered.

Jeannie laughed - a short, cruel little bark.  "Fuck.  You want cock in your
ass, dude.  That's queer as shit.  You gotta get that straight or else
you're gonna be one hell of a fucked up piece of shit the whole rest of your
life."

"Whatever," the man replied sullenly, shifting from foot to foot.

"Yeah, dude, whatever," Jeannie retorted.  "You go on lying to yourself
'bout what you want and who you are.  It ain't no shit to me.  Just don't go
blasting away with that service revolver anywhere 'round here when you
finally fuckin' snap."

Julia clucked her tongue and said, "Oh, he's a sheriff's deputy!  But he
must be a new one!  Goodie!  That's why Harlan knew all about him.  Harlan's
a deputy, too."

Jeannie was still talking.  "You got two other closet queers in them other
deputies, did you know that?"

The man shook his head and eyed her face closely, shocked.

"Yeah, man, ass-gapin' fag-pole fucks, just like you.  You could save a
lotta money suckin' cock on one-a them boys instead of comin' here to me.  I
tell them that, too, though, and they still come crawlin' back 'bout once a
month.  So stupid."

She stepped up inside the reach of his arms, which did nothing but hang
still, and she ran a long black fingernail lightly down his cheek.  "If you
knew what the fuck you were doin', though, you know... as a man and all,"
she taunted, "you could get all the ass-fucking you wanted from that stupid
bitch you done left at home."

The deputy jerked away from her finger, and his voice rose, angry.  "You
watch what you say about my wife, you hear?"

Jeannie laughed again and stepped away.  "Whatever, dude.
What-fuckin'-ever."  She walked over to the wall and the shelves, reaching
into one of the boxes, rummaging around.  She called back absently over her
shoulder.  "So you got three choices now.  Listen carefully with your brain
turned all the way fuckin' on:  one, I can fuck your sorry ass for pretty
much all the cash you got right now in your hand; two, you can save all that
money and go home and figure out your shit with your perfect little wife; or
three, save that money and go over to Jack or Bertram's house and get down
on all fours like the little bitch that you are."

She turned back to him with a long, slender black dildo in her hand.  It's
base was flattened, flaring out not like balls but like a backboard almost.
"This here's my dick.  I got no trouble shovin' it up your shithole till
your eyes water and you puke your guts dry.  If that's what you want.  ...If
it is, then go down the hall to the bathroom, strip - and that means your
fuckin' socks and shoes, too - and come back here with that money held out
like you got some goddamn pride as a man who ain't afraid to fuck my nigger
cock."

The man didn't move.

"Or else get the fuck out!"  Jeannie shouted.  The deputy flinched, but he
still didn't move.  She walked over to him again, waving the dildo between
them like a hypnotist, leering at him with the worst sort of smile on her
face.

"What's that cock of yours say, huh?"  She reached down and cupped a hand
against his jeans, staring him hard in the eyes.  "You got plenty of big
hard meat in there that says you want somethin' soon, don't ya'?"

The man rocked his hips toward her, rubbing himself into her palm, but
Jeannie quickly pulled her hand away.  "No way, man.  I don't give more than
ten seconds of that shit away, and you done had yours now."  She walked away
again, bending, contorting herself somewhat awkwardly, pushing the head of
the dildo down beneath her belly until it was attached somehow at her
crotch.  She turned back to him and lewdly pushed out her own pelvis,
wagging the heavy, stiff pole of black latex meat.  "Make up your fuckin'
mind.  You got ten more seconds before I call Daddy Stockton in here."

Olivia's body was on fire.  She was popping out in sweat everywhere, she was
suddenly so hot.  Her fingers were working furiously on her clit, pushing
her closer and closer to the brink.  It was that talking.  That angry, mean,
sexy way of talking that Jeannie was doing with that man.  There was
something powerful in her voice that shot straight to Olivia's glands, made
her seep her own rich, thick fluids until she could hear her own sloppy
crotch-sounds with every bit as much clarity as Jeannie's snarling voice on
the video feed.

The girl had never seen such a thing with sex before.  She'd never known it
could be so mean and so hard and so scary.  With her mother it had always
been nothing but tenderness, softness, and the best kind of soft, deep,
lingering love.  With Jeannie it was all slashes and scars and screaming.
And that was just her voice!

Olivia found herself suddenly imagining Jeannie yelling at her like that,
forcing her into some kind of dirty choice, making her go take off all her
clothes and get down on the floor and submit her holes.  She would do it.
She would do it so fast.  She would crawl back from that bathroom already on
her hands and knees.  She'd bark like a little bitch-dog even with Jeannie
telling her to.  She'd piss herself just from the fear.  She'd come so
hard!  She knew she wouldn't even need the cock to go anywhere for that, but
even the prospect of a long black pole shoved deep inside her had her far
more excited and curious than afraid.  It would hurt, and she would cry, but
Jeannie would surely laugh at her.  Maybe spit on her.  Maybe piss on her
head when she was done and bleeding and lying there in a sprawl of tears and
goo.  God!

Julia was giggling again, and Olivia realized she was being watched.  Her
pace on her cunt had doubled.  She was holding it wide open with one hand,
leaning over and working her slit so hard with the other.  She was panting.
She was sweating in earnest now.  Julia leaned over and began licking
Olivia's shoulder, her arm, the side of her breast, slurping up the
perspiration and moaning beneath her twittering glee.

"Olivia-is-horny!" Julia sing-songed, licking her lips and going back for
another tast of salty skin.  Olivia blinked, realizing the man had finally
gone down the hall, and Jeannie was back once again to inspecting her nails
and waiting.

"Hey!  Cut it out!" Olivia begged, stopping her hands and shoving Julia
playfully away.  The girls were about to enter into a second tussling
giggle-heap when the man returned, and they sat up again to watch.

He was completely nude and appeared even skinnier than before.  His cock,
though, stuck straight out ahead of him, thick and pink at the end, and
Jeannie muttered her approval.

"That's more like it, bitch."  She pointed somewhere off camera.  "Get that
futon pad and drag it over here."  Soon enough the man had pulled and
unrolled the stained, thin mattress right next to the saw horse
contraption.  He had the stack of bills between his teeth.  Jeannie snatched
the money out of his mouth and counted it out so that he could hear.  "All
right, that's exactly enough.  So you must've told Harlan what you wanted,
at least.  That damn fucker.  He could'a just told me what you wanted
straight-off and we'd have saved ten fuckin' minutes.  That fat piece of
shit."

The man, though, was already in the center of the futon, his ass in the air,
his cheek low against the mottled fabric.  He licked the fingers of one hand
and began to slowly insert them into his anus, groaning.  Jeannie strode
quickly over to the far wall, grabbed a riding crop, and came back to stand
over him.  She raised her arm and cracked the man hard in the ear, the
cheek, the mouth.  He cried out and stopped playing with his ass, covering
his face with both hands instead.

"That's better, bitch," Jeannie declared, moving behind him.  "You can do
that at home, right?  So why pay for that?  That's just fucked up.  Save the
free shit you can do to yourself for home, for when perfect-wifey is off
watchin' Oprah and misunderstandin' her role in the marriage.  Do you
fuckin' understand me?"

The man muttered, "Uh-huh," from behind his hands.

Julia whispered, "Momma says Jeannie's a 'natural', the way she talks to
these men.  But it really makes me feel sorry for them.  Know what I mean?"

But Olivia didn't.  The older girl didn't feel any sort of pity for that man
at all.  He was a stupid faggy bitch, just as Jeannie had told him, and he
wasn't doing things right.  If that was her, Olivia knew she wouldn't get a
single smack to her face.  Even though the thought of it sent sultry little
shivers all over her body.

Jeannie was whipping the man's ass now, and he yelped with every strike.
"Aw, shut the hell up, will ya'?" Jeannie complained.  "Is this the first
time your ass has even been warmed up a little?"  The man grunted "Uh-huh,"
again, and Jeannie laughed with what sounded like truly happy surprise.

"You're shittin' me, dude!  Wow!  This ain't nothin', and you're jumpin'
like I got the brandin' iron on your scrawny ass."  She steadily increased
the force and frequency of her blows until the deputy's entire rear end was
flaming red.  Then she stepped back over to the wall; she kept hold of the
crop but rummaged with her other hand for something in a different box than
before.  She returned to him with a large plastic bottle.

"Ooh!" Julia cried, leaning forward.  "She's going to stick it in him now,
Olivia!  I'll bet he cries!"

The girl jumped off the bed and came back with a small control pad, with
several buttons on it, along with a short joystick and a sliding nob.  It
was connected to one of the other electronic components with a long cable.
As Jeannie leaned over the man's quivering ass and dribbled out clear liquid
from the bottle, Julia went to work with the joystick and the nob, zooming
the camera in on the deputy's grayish, wrinkled slot.  Jeannie's fingers
came into the frame, sliding in and out of the man's asshole until it was
considerably more loose.  Several times more she poured out additional fluid
onto her fingers and deposited it directly within his hungry-looking hole.
Then her back fuzzed out the picture and Julia had to zoom out.  She
switched to anther view from the other three choices - one from the side -
and they could see Jeannie now rubbing shiny liquid all over her black
dong.  She then stepped up to straddled either side of the man's legs.

"So, bitch," Jeannie said conversationally, "you're pretty loose already.
What are you fuckin' yourself with at home, huh?"

The man was silent.  Jeannie stepped back and landed her hardest blow yet,
directly on his sloppy anus.  The spwack! of impact made Olivia shudder.
Her own butthole clenched reflexively, deliciously grating against the
threaded pattern that was sewn into the comforter.  The man's cry was more
like a bark, and he finally spluttered, "M-my fingers!  My fingers and this
old screwdriver I use out in th- the shed!"

"Lube?"  Jeannie asked, tapping the crop lightly back and forth all around
his hole.

"M- m- motor oil!  Spit!  Jesus!" the deputy sobbed, grinding his face into
the futon.

"Jesus, huh?  He helps grease your ass?" Jeannie chucked.  "You're fuckin'
hilarious, dude.  So no man's ever got inside this loose little faghole of
yours?"  She slid several fingers deep inside his rectum, slowly and
considerately.  The man groaned and rocked back against her hand.

The deputy turned his face sideways again and murmured, "Not since junior
high, ma'am.  Been a long time."

"Well, now, that's when you should'a figured it out," Jeannie scolded,
"instead of goin' on and marryin' like some straight dick and fuckin' a
woman for all this time."  She pulled her fingers out and replaced them with
the head of the black dildo.  Slowly and steadily she pushed it in, until at
least five or six inches were gone.  "You could'a had all them years with
cock up your ass instead..." another inch disappeared "...and cock to
suck..." another inch made its way in "...and so many queers like you out
there just dyin' to get hold of a hot loose hole like yours..." the last few
inches of the dildo were rammed home, and the man grunted, rocking a little
away from her this time.

Jeannie dropped the bottle of lube and grabbed his hip with her free hand.
With the other she sent the crop flying down onto his face again, then his
shoulders and ribs.  "Don't pull away goddammit!" she roared.  She stepped
forward even more, straddling him nearly at his hips, continuing to whale
away at his torso and head with the crop.  "You take this like the fuckin'
man you think you are, goddammit!"

She began to rock over top of his ass.  "Keep this ass up, you hear?  And
don't you dare touch that faggot cock until I tell you to!"

"Ugh!  Y- yes ma'am," the deputy croaked.  Both his hands stretched out
ahead of himself on the futon, gathering in wads of material, bracing his
body against Jeannie's powerful, deep thrusts.  She put the riding crop
between her teeth and reached both hands down to grab her own handfuls of
his hips.

Her body rose and fell, pushed forward and pulled back, with a hard, cruel
rhythm that nearly sent Olivia into spasms.  She dropped the hand that had
been holding open her pussy until it was dancing around her butthole
instead.  It was slippery and tender and easy to finger.  The tips of her
first two fingers went in and out in time with Jeannie's strokes into the
man, while her other hand kept up its assault on her swollen, aching clit.
She could smell her ass juice leaking out.  Her shitty funk that she loved
so much.  Soon she was bringing her ass-fucking fingers up to her mouth and
sucking, then putting them back - sucking, then putting them back.  Over and
over.  Her head was like a balloon gone all the way to the ceiling, full of
thin, hot air.  Her body trembled.

Scrambling, Olivia thrust herself farther back on the bed, until she was
lying against the pile of pillows, her knees up and bent, her feet flat and
spread wide on the comforter, her toes curling to feel the rough threads in
the comforter's design.  Julia was watching her now, but Olivia kept her
eyes on the screen.  She matched Jeannie's thrusts, jamming her fingers
deeper and deeper into her own butt, her hand now thrust beneath her,
reaching up from below, her other hand still strumming at her cunt with
greater and greater urgency.  Every time Jeannie paused to readjust or take
a breather, Olivia jammed her ass-fingers deep into her mouth, sucking off
the shitty slime that she could smell and taste but hardly see.

Soon it was too much.  She was going to come.  The room seemed tilted on one
crazy edge, then another, and her legs shook all on their own.  She was
moaning.  Grunting.  Then Julia's mouth closed over one of her nipples, her
fingers pinching at the other, and Olivia was gone.

"Ah!  Oh God!  Oh fuck!" she screamed, stiffening, shaking, stiffening
again, over and over, her eyes screwed shut.  Her body was exploding - it
couldn't hold it all in, the fierce and perfect violence of her orgasm
arching her back, digging her heels, clawing at her sloppy pussy and ass.

Distantly, as she contemplated the fireworks still dancing behind her
tightly closed lids, Olivia could hear Jeannie finally growl, "Now, bitch!
Jack that cock!  Come like a good little queer!  Yeah!  That's it, you
fuckin' ass-whore!  Jack that cock!  Jack that cock!"

Julia's mouth was still working wonders on her nipple, and the other was
burning just as much from her cousin's expert little fingers.  Wave after
wave of new sensation ripped through Olivia's thrashing form as her fingers
finally left her asshole, flew from her clit, and both hands stuffed
themselves in her mouth.  In an agony of sweet sensory overload she finally
drew up her knees and rolled away from Julia's excellent touch, her entire
body trembling, sweating heavily.  She was suddenly so shivering cold and so
tired!

"Well, Julia, I think I'll take over from here," came Aunt Jenelle's voice
from the doorway.  Olivia's eyes flew open, and she sat back up in shame.
Her rapid shift of position dizzied her, though, and she almost immediately
fell back into the pillows, covering her face with both hands.  The room was
spinning all around her.

"Oh God!  I'm so sorry!" Olivia whimpered instinctively.  She was naked and
soaked in her own sweat and juices, on her aunt's bed, obviously a worthless
little whore just like her own mother.  It was horrible, and yet it was
wonderful, too.  What if her aunt liked what she saw?  What if "take over
from here" meant I want to be the one touching little Livvy now...?

But it didn't.  Olivia heard her aunt move to the foot of the bed and pick
up the remote control, felt her sit down, so far away.  "I think Olivia's
had enough insanity for her first day, Julia, don't you?  It's time for the
two of you to run off to bed."

Olivia felt Julia roll to the edge of the bed and get up.  "All right,
Momma, we will.  Come on, Olivia!"

Her eyes pinned to the comforter, Olivia slowly rolled over and crawled to
the edge.  She poured herself onto her feet and stood unsteadily for a
moment, letting her head stop its wobbling protests until it finally felt
like she could walk.  Her thighs and calves ached and felt barely up to the
task, but they managed to get her moving.  Julia had their night shirts in
her hand, as well as the leaky bottle of lotion, and she was already moving
toward her mother and planting a good night kiss on her cheek.  Aunt Jenelle
leaned into it, but didn't look over.  Olivia's eyes slid from her aunt to
the big television.  Jeannie was now standing in front of the deputy's face,
forcing her dildo into his slobbering mouth.  Jenelle idly flipped through
the various views, tapping her foot as it sat across her knee in time with
some silent song.

"Good night, girls.  Sweet dreams," she said.  "And Julia?"

"Yes, Momma?"

"Why don't you leave Olivia alone tonight, huh?  Just snuggle, OK?  And let
her sleep in tomorrow, if she wants.  I doubt the poor thing's had this much
happen to her in a long, long time.  She's going to need some rest to
recover.  Got it?"

"Yes, Momma, I got it," Julia sighed quietly, but then she came to Olivia
and took her by the hand.  "Come on, now, Olivia.  Let me get you to the
bathroom and the bed.  I promise I'll just be your little teddy bear
tonight, that's all."

And she was.

When they got to the room they shared with the twins, Olivia saw that the
other two girls had already returned.  The two eleven year-olds lay naked
atop their sheets, snuggled together tightly.  Josie was on her back and
snoring softly, while Jessie curled against her, half on top of her sister,
her head resting peacefully against Josie's slender neck.  They stank.

Their odor hit Olivia with enough force to make her forget her own fatigue
and lingering shame.  Apparently the girls must've gotten home sometime
while she'd been too preoccupied with masturbating in that back bedroom to
notice.  Equally as obvious, the twins had to have fallen directly into the
bed, exhausted and not even taking the slightest time to clean up from the
shack.  It was too dim in the room to see proper details, but Olivia
imagined they must have been completely filthy.

The girl's worried mind, suddenly, gave way to an immense, delightful
sleepiness.  It was all she could do to climb into Julia's bed and curl her
arms around the pillow.  Julia got in and stepped over her, getting between
Olivia and the wall, spooning up against her cousin until Olivia felt
obliged to drape one arm comfortingly around the little girl's bare
shoulders and breasts.  The two of them were still naked as well, and smelly
in their own way, lying just as tightly together on their side of the room.
It was a completely weird and wonderful way to fall asleep.

For the first time since her mother was arrested, Olivia was utterly in her
own world, not thinking about her mother at all.

Waking later that night, though, Olivia found that all she could do for the
longest time was to remember her mother - in a million different ways at
once, and all of them wracking her slim body with the deepest longing.   She
wept silently as she struggled to drift back to sleep in the narrow trailer
bed, with Julia still snuggled close in her arms.  Then she finally admitted
the bittersweet truth in her heart, and with that she was once again lost to
slumber, and peace:  Yes, Olivia confessed to herself, that was definitely
the strongest she'd ever come in her life.  Without her mother.  On her own.

She slept then and dreamed of Julia and of the twins, and of Jenelle and
Jeannie... all of them making love on a futon inside the great big screen in
the living room, with Johnnie at the controls, drooling prettily all over
herself.  And Olivia's mother was nowhere to be seen.  She had nothing to do
with it at all.

[End of Night 1]

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