PART SEVENTEEN
Claire's View
"And here's Mummy to join in the fun," I heard Kay say as I descended to the living room
I paused on the stairs, looking at her. She gazed back at me, smiling. Something of derision in her expression, and anticipation in her eyes. That had been no accidental meeting at the health club, I realised. It had been set up between her and Samantha, my sister. All part of a plan, I was sure. A plan to use and humiliate and degrade my family. A stranger brought in to add to our violation. And it was surely working, I thought as I savoured the taste of my son's cock lingering in my mouth.
My gaze shifted, to Samantha sitting beside Kay on the sofa and with that same anticipatory gleam in her eyes. And to Dawn, my daughter, standing before them in her school uniform with her skirt held up and her panties halfway down her thighs showing her private parts. She had been so enjoying dominating and humiliating her parents, but I had the feeling she was being drawn into a web that she barely perceived. Serve the little bitch right, I thought with no guilt whatsoever.
"Come on then, Mum," Kay said mockingly. "Don't be shy. Come over here, and give your daughter a little feel as you go by. All friendly, like."
I came down the last few steps and crossed to where Dawn stood still holding up her skirt. She gave me a look I couldn't quiet make out, perhaps nervousness or excitement or a touch of both. I remembered her holding my hair this morning at breakfast as she had pushed my face onto her brother's cock, and the way she had sat there watching me naked as I prepared the breakfast. I reached down and ran my hand over her bum cheeks, feeling the tight flesh and the smooth skin. On an impulse, I let one finger stray between them. I heard her gasp, and felt a strange and delicious thrill as the tip of my finger touched her little rosebud.
"Bet that feels sweet, doesn't it?" Kay said, watching me carefully. "Your daughter's tight little buttocks in your hand."
I just looked at her, unable to answer under the pressure of all feelings swimming around in my mind. So much had happened in such a short space of time, so many momentous changes in my situation and inside me. Was it really only a day ago that my primary concern was whether I ran out of milk over a long weekend? And my biggest worry was what the neighbours might be thinking of me.
"I asked you a question, bitch," Kay suddenly snapped at me.
The memory of my sister slapping me round the face this morning still so embarrassingly fresh in my mind, I pushed myself to say something. Anything.
"It feels good," I blurted out. "Ma'am," I added quickly, trying to please,
She smiled, a very wicked little smile. Then she got up and walked around us until she was behind us. She got down on her haunches, peering at my hand and Dawn's bum. And smiled again.
"I bet it does," she said. "Sam, come here and see where your dirty cunt of a sister has put her finger."
Kay used her hands to separate Dawn's bum cheeks as Samantha left the sofa and came round to look. My face coloured as she revealed my finger resting on Dawn's bum hole. Samantha laughed when she saw.
"Oh my, sis," she said. "You really are a dirty little cunt at heart, aren't you?"
I was learning. "Yes, ma'am," I said at once. It came easier this time.
"There's a good girl," she said with a smile. "But you always did go for half measures. I want to see that finger shoved in her tight little arsehole."
I looked at her, and then at Dawn's upturned face. And then pushed my finger into her hole. There was a little bit of initial resistance, but then the tip of my finger was inside being firmly gripped by her tightness.
Tom & Steve
Tom watched two men approach Steve as he lurked around the park lavatories, and after a brief conversation all three men went inside. He lit himself a cigarette, and smoked it down before following them inside. Steve was standing in the middle, his t-shirt off and his jeans about his ankles showing a pair of frilly pink panties. The two men stood close to him. Tom looked around and saw the discarded t-shirt chucked in the urinal.
"This is none of your business, old man," the bigger of the two men told him. "Do what you came in here to do and then get out."
"On the contrary," Tom said calmly, stepping over to the urinal. "It's very much my business. The boy is my grandson."
He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. He let go a stream of piss over Steve's t-shirt, and then turned without putting it away.
"So what's the plan?" he asked, smiling.
The big man looked startled, but then smiled back. "The plan is that we teach this tart how to suck cock," he said. "And then we have some real fun with him. I'm Slutfucker." He gestured to his smaller and quieter companion. "This here is Bigdong."
"I'm afraid I'm just boring old Tom. Nice to meet you both." He looked down at his cock. "I seem to have forgotten to shake it dry," he said.
Slutfucker nodded. "So you have, Tom," he said. He looked at Steve. "Go use your tongue to clean your Granddad's cock for him, tart, and be quick about it."
Appearing to be in a daze, Steve shuffled over with his jeans still around his ankles and got down on his hands and knees on the filthy floor. Leaning forward, he licked the few drops of piss from the end Tom's limp cock.
"Those are his sister's panties he's wearing, Tom," Slutfucker told him.
"I thought they looked familiar," Tom replied.
Slutfucker gave him a look, and then another smile.
"You'll have to meet the rest of the family," Tom said.
Samantha's View
Claire's finger stuck up Dawn's tight little arsehole said it all for me. With Kay's help and Dad's more and more willing acquiescence I now had my stuck-up sister right where I wanted her.
I stood up and stood close behind her. "Where's your precious reputation now, sis?" I asked her. "Turning up at your gymn looking like a cheap little slut. Those friends of yours seeing what I'd written on your body in the changing room. That bridge club friend of yours taking a very close interest in you. Word should be getting about nicely by now. And those photos of you from last night pinned up at the factory should help too." She looked startled at that, as well she should. That was one I'd been saving. "Prissy little Claire," I went on. "Not so prissy now, are you? By the time I've finished with you, sis, I'll have you sucking cocks and licking cunts the length and breadth of this town."
I moved round to Dawn, and took her face in my hands to kiss her. I plunged my tongue into her mouth, holding her tight. Then let her go, stepping back.
"You're a bright girl, Dawn," I told her. "So you must have figured out the hierarchy by now. Your Mum and Dad are yours to use anyway you like, but you belong to Kay and me. Got that?"
She looked at her mother and then back at me. "Suits me," she said, smiling.
I had thought it might. I walked back to the sofa and sat myself down.
"Claire, get your finger out of your daughter's arsehole and come over here."
As she walked over, I dived into my bag and came out with a pair of scissors. She stood in front of me, looking frightened. "Nothing too drastic," I told her, and then proceeded to cut up the middle of her black party dress. It fell open as I reached the top, revealing a sexy little black bra and panties set. I reached up and snipped the middle strap of the bra, letting loose her full breasts as there was a ring at the door.
"Answer it," I told her. She started to pull the two halve sof the front of her dress together. "Leave that, " I snapped at her. "And bring whoever it is in."
As she turned to go, I glanced across at Dawn. She still stood there with her panties around here knees and he skirt raised. Our eyes met, and I gave her a smile and a nod of approval. She really was a smart girl, and had sussed out this situation faster than any of the rest of her dumb family.