15 comments/ 101827 views/ 29 favorites Family Searched at Airport Ch.3 By: Buddybot111 "Sarah, please turn and face me. Stand feet together, shoulders back and arms by your side," commanded Dale. Sarah turned to face Dale. Dale was standing towards the left wall, where the computer monitors were. Juan was still stationed next to one of them. The rest of Sarah's family were on Dale's left, further away from the crowd. Dale took a few steps towards Sarah and said, "Please open your mouth as wide as possible." Sarah opened wide. Daniel noticed her normally soft jaw line become well defined. Dale grabbed her face and placed his thumb under her jaw and caressed her glands. He turned her head somewhat forcefully side to side. Then, he worked his middle and index fingers around her lips and into her mouth. He moved then underneath her tongue, up above it, and then to the side where he pressed them into her inner cheek. His other hand was holding Sarah's head in place. He pressed into each cheek repeatedly and Daniel thought it looked like his mom was giving a blowjob to Dale's hand. Sarah found the position hard to breath and her eyes were a bit wide with fright. Dale slid his fingers further into her mouth and began to rub them along the back of her tongue. His whole fist was in her mouth now. Sarah began to gag and Dale pressed his body into her's when she did this, as if holding Sarah in place. Eventually she settled down and Dale took his hand out. Sarah looked significantly flustered. Jeff stared in awe, anger and arousal. Daniel's dick, which had subsided and moved back out of his waste band, was hardening; though he was too focused to notice it. Emily was confused. "Good. You may close your mouth now," said Dale. Sarah closed her mouth and gulped. Dale ran his fingers through her hair slowly. One hand was still wet from Sarah's spit and her hair glistened slightly. Dale finished, and then took out a long black stick from his belt. "This is a metal-detector wand. I'm going to check your body for anything metallic. Please spread your legs and place your arms straight outward," said Dale. Sarah spread her legs a few feet apart and raised her arms outward. Dale placed the wand at the side of her waist. He ran it up her the left side of her torso, under her armpit, and then along her arm. He ran it back towards her collar bone, then along her other arm and back down her torso. Daniel thought the whole thing was pretty boring after the abuse he just saw. Dale quickly ran it along Sarah's back, and then brought the wand right in front of her navel. He ran the wand slowly up her stomach. Daniel noticed that he seemed to be pushing the wand into Sarah. His mom appeared slightly off balance. Dale continued to bring the wand up. It reached the bottom of her breast line and beeped. "Underwire?" asked Dale loudly. Sarah shivered sightly and nodded. Dale brought the wand further up so that it sat right on the curve of her bosom. He pressed it into Sarah's tits and moved the wand back and forth along side them. Daniel saw the fabric stretch and curve under the wand. He saw his mom's soft flesh move underneath her sweater. Dale moved in closer, put his other hand on Sarah's back, just where her bra strap was, to stabilize her, and applied more pressure with the wand. He worked the wand into the bra cups. Daniel saw this in disbelief. He didn't see the quick flick of Dale's fingers though as he undid Sarah's bra strap. Sarah, too confused and unsure of the situation, didn't notice it either. Dale brought the wand back to Sarah's waist, and then brought it behind it her. Daniel couldn't see anything from his point of view. He glanced towards the crowd and saw that the gentleman in the suit had moved into a different spot in line (though it really wasn't much of a line anymore). The gentleman could see Sarah's back and noticed her bra clasp undone beneath the sweater. He also noticed the wand that glided over her plump ass, underneath it, and then lifted up the soft flesh, finally working its way vertically into her crack. Daniel did see his mom appear a bit disheveled. Then, Dale got on his knees. Sarah looked down at him and he looked up at her. She noticed him smirking and started to open her mouth to say something, but Dale spoke first. "Mam, I need you to widen your legs." Sarah felt weakened under the power in his voice, and slightly shifted her feet outward until her skirt started to get taught again. "Not enough," said Dale. In two swift movements he furled up her skirt a good three inches, and spread her legs about four feet apart. Daniel saw the white of Sarah's mid-thigh. Sarah briefly glanced up at Jeff, who was dumbstruck. In the glance, she saw her son's lust and felt embarrassed and betrayed. Dale moved the wand quickly along her outer thighs, and then to her inner. Daniel saw his hand disappear into his mother's skirt. Daniel watched Dale's arm, working, rotating, and moving up and down. Sarah started to get edgy. She kept shifting her hips and flinching. Her face was stern and annoyed. Eventually, Dale took the wand out of her skirt and stood up. "Good, you are clean of metal. Emily, please step forward and stand next to your mother. Sarah, normally for two clients we have two officers, but today I have to handle both of you. I need you to assume a position so that I know you won't be a security risk as I work on Emily," said Dale. Sarah just stared at Dale. "Nod your head Sarah." She was motionless. Dale placed a hand on her shoulder. Sarah flinched, then nodded her head. "Great, we'll be done here soon. Sarah, please bend forward and place your hands on the ground. In this position, you cannot make any sudden movements," said Dale. Sarah hesitated, but a few seconds later did begin to bend forward. As she did, her sweater started to fall down her torso. Her breasts hung down, and suddenly she felt a looseness about them but didn't understand why. Daniel watched as her sweater bunched around her unclasped bra. Sarah tried to look at the ground, but the corner of her eye noticed this suited man staring directly at her. He was seeing the full details of her stomach and lower ribs. Though, he couldn't see any bra or pale flesh; her breasts were large enough to impede the sweater from dropping further. As Sarah's hands touched the ground, Daniel noticed her skirt had pulled a little away from her waist. He thought he saw the outline of white where her skirt once was. The suited gentleman noticed it too. He even noticed that the white was white lace. He wished he could see more of her ass, but the skirt held on too strongly. Yet, he did get to see the well-defined outline of her cheeks trying to break free of the skirt's fabric. He also liked to casually glance into this exploited woman's eyes. Sarah met his glance once. Her cheek's reddened and she looked away. "That's good Sarah," said Dale. He gave her a pat right where her ass curved into her waist. Jeff saw it and ground his teeth. Dale turned to Emily. "Emily, please stand with your feet together, shoulders back, and arms by your side." Emily did as she was told, and Dale placed his hands on her like he did to her mom. He applied the same movements, the caressing of her jaw, and the probing of her lips, cheeks, and tongue. Dale made a slow turn of his head to look back at Jeff and Daniel as he did this. For a split second he gave Jeff a smile. Daniel saw it and hardened further. Then Dale released Emily, who appeared to be lightly gasping for air. "You're doing well Emily. Please bring spread your legs, and bring your arms up and straight out to the sides," said Dale. As she did this, Dale got out his wand. Dale had less to work with and the wanding of her upper body was much quicker than Sarah's. But, when he transitioned to her legs, the wand beeped around Emily's right pocket. Dale grew serious. "Mam, do you have anything in your pockets?" asked Dale. "No..." she said. "Stand still," Dale replied. Daniel saw him put one hand on Emily's lower back, the gentleman on the other side of the crowd noticed that his hand was covering Emily's exposed thong when he did this. He then placed his other hand into Emily's pants pocket. Daniel watched his fingers probing through the thin fabric. Emily tried hard to remain still. He worked his hand closer towards her inner thigh. He felt another piece of fabric beneath the pocket, and pulled on it. Emily squirmed. The old gentleman couldn't see the pocket work, but he did notice when Dale puled on the triangle of her thong and lifted it up onto the curve of her lower back. Then, he released her and brought out a few coins. He walked over to Jeff and handed them to him. Jeff had no choice but to accept the money from his daughter's pocket. When Dale turned to go back to Emily, he noticed a large bulge in Daniel's pants and smirked. Emily was visibly shaking. She didn't know what was happening to her and couldn't process Dale's movements. This wasn't part of her world view. "Good Emily. Now assume position of your mother," said Dale. "It should be familiar..." he continued sarcastically. The people waiting in line were beginning to get unsettled. The corridor was getting louder and louder as the number of conversations increased. Of course, many men (and some boys) were still watching the show. Most of the women were looking away, or trying to get the attention of their husbands through talk. Moms were covering the eyes of boys, or threatening them for looking. Dale didn't like the increase in volume. He felt like this was a theater, and the audience was to be quiet. He looked at Juan, by the monitor, and flicked his head to the crowd. Juan got the message. "Ladies and gentleman, for security reasons please keep your voices to a minimum. Excessive talking is a distraction to our workforce. Thank you," said Juan over the loudspeaker. The voices quieted down to murmurs. One mom had enough of the whole thing and started to edge forward towards Dale, ready to give him a lecture on how inappropriate this treatment was. Juan saw her instantly and quickly circled around the corridor to cut her off. "Mam, please get back in line. Any further attempts at interfering and we will detain you," said Juan with noticeably intensity. With that, he placed a hand on her lower shoulder blades, and turned her around back to the crowd. The mom hesitated, but complied. Juan lowered his hand and grabbed the mom's ass through her jeans before letting her go. She jumped, ready to turn to him, but thought better of it and continued back into line. Meanwhile, Emily had lowered into position again. Daniel saw the clasp of her bra and wished that Dale had unlatched it like he did to his mom's. The old gentleman to the side got to see Emily's toned ass and and her blue thong as her pants receded yet past her cheeks. Like Sarah, Emily noticed him looking, but felt furious rather than humiliated. "Sarah, please return to your previous position – legs spread and arms out." commanded. Sarah began to rise back up and as she did her bra cups loosened further away from her tits. She felt them fall slightly, but her sweater was tight enough to hold them. She wanted to fix her under wire as it was digging into her flesh awkwardly, but she knew Dale wouldn't allow such a movement. "Stand still," said Dale calmly. Daniel watched him run his hands, like he did his wand, up the sides of his mom's torso and around each arm. There wasn't much to see, but his mom's face looked so vulnerable to him that his boner stayed strong. He noticed her lips gently quiver at Dale's touch. "Sarah, follow my directions closely. Clasp your hands behind your back, straighten your elbows, arch your back, and drop your shoulders blades. This is too better feel for any hard material that may be hidden along your ribcage and stomach. Do this now," said Dale. Daniel watched as his mom got into a deep stretch reminiscent of what he saw earlier waiting in line. The stretch caused her tits to push up against the sweater and her ass to pop outwards. Her midriff showed even more through the movement, and Daniel saw her navel once again. He saw the white lace start to glimmer through the dark blue sweater, though the cups of her bra looked somewhat oddly placed. Dale moved behind Sarah. The old gentleman frowned and tried to reposition himself, but couldn't find a good spot now that Dale was blocking his view. "Remember, no moving," whispered Dale. Dale placed his hands on Sarah's waist. Daniel watched him slowly inch his hands upward. Each finger gently their worked way up Sarah's ribs like a ladder. Once Dale felt the underwire of Sarah's bra, he tugged it slightly before continuing along the curve of her breasts. Daniel watched him cup each large mound. Dale paused at this point and looked up at Jeff. Jeff was clenching his jaw, and Dale saw a vein popping out of his neck. He smirked, before bringing his attention back to Sarah's breasts. Time slowed down for Daniel as he saw the forceful squeeze that Dale applied to his mom's tits. Sarah inhaled and whimpered silently. Dale kneeded her flesh over the soft wool fabric. He pressed his hands into them, smashing the soft mounds against her rib cage, while simultaneously pressing his waist onto her ass. Sarah wasn't sure whether she was feeling the long metal wand, or something worse. When Dale finally released his grasp, Daniel saw his mom's nipple clearly defining two small bumps in the sweater. The bra cups were no longer protecting that part of her womanhood. Everyone in the crowd watched his mom being felt up. The lights were bright and with Dale behind Sarah, there was little to obstruct the view. Daniel loved every bit of it, and even more-so because of this crowd with all its diverse families as a part of it. His dick was beyond hard, but this time he didn't even bother to flip it up. He knew his mom saw it, but he also knew that that was the least of her worries. And, he sort-of liked that she saw it. "Mam, your bra is large enough to contain dangerous weapons. I need to remove it before continuing," claimed Dale loudly. He didn't even wait for Sarah's response, before suddenly lifting her sweater up to her mid-ribs, reaching underneath the fabric, and pulling the white lace out. There was a murmur from the crowd as he tossed her bra onto the ground behind Emily. For some, the size 36D tag was quite visible. Emily, bent over and facing backward, saw the bra and became scared of Dale. Daniel saw his mom's tits droop slightly, but that just attracted him even more. He liked the drawn out curve they took as they began from her very upper chest, down and then up inward back to her lungs. He saw this quite clearly now, the blue sweater being stretched and worked so that each stitch and weave provided less and less protection. Dale ran his hands back along Sarah's sides and continued all the way down her outer thighs. Daniel noticed that when he brought his hands back up, he moved some his mom's skirt further up with them. With Sarah's legs spread like that, Daniel started to see the even milkier white of her upper thighs. He wanted to touch them, to massage them. Dale then brought his hands back down to Sarah's ankles. He worked them quickly up to her knees before slowing down as he wrapped them around her inner thighs. Daniel's right hand involuntarily dropped down next to his crotch. Dale kneaded Sarah's flesh as he continued moving his hands upward. He pushed his hands outward, causing Sarah to become off-balance and forcing her legs further apart. Her skirt rose up higher as her legs spread wider. Daniel saw Dale's forearm reach the bottom of his mom's skirt and figured he wouldn't be able to see much more of her after that. But Dale's hand continued to move as he pushed Sarah's skirt up. Her skirt was almost completely bunched around her waist and Daniel was seeing parts of his mom he never dreamed he would have the chance to see. He saw a few pale blue veins running along her inner thigh towards her crotch. His mom's eyes were closed now, not daring to look at anyone who undoubtedly was looking at her. Dale brought his right-hand all the way up to the seam where her thigh ended and her hips began. Daniel saw a line of white. Dale then brought his left-hand up in the same way. Sarah's skirt was now higher than her panties. Daniel watched as Dale brought both hands together, cupped them, and groped his mom's pussy. It was a violent gesture and Sarah squirmed and her chest heaved. Then Dale let his hands follow the crack of her pussy back to the crack of her ass, but not before pushing the edges of her panties together with his thumbs. With Dale's hands removed, Daniel saw his moms white lace panties for the first time. He saw the outlin of her pussy lips and he saw a groomed mound of blond hair sticking out from the sides of fabric. The exposure was almost too much for him to take. He slowly blinked a few times to gather it all in. Dale squeezed Sarah's ass a few times, pushing her skirt up further so that he could access her soft flesh. He noticed a few beads of sweat in her crack, and smiled. Finally, he patted her on each cheek for good measure, before taking a step back from his work. "Sarah, open your eyes. I need you to be attentive," said Dale Sarah opened her eyes. She looked at her husband. Jeff saw the plea in her face, the silent cry for help. He almost took a step forward before he saw Dale looking at him with his hand on the butt of a pistol. "Better Sarah, you're doing well. Now please return to the bent-over position." commanded Dale. As his mom went down, Daniel really wished he had a better view. All he could see was her bare back and some of the bunched up skirt around her upper thighs. He noticed the old gentlemen looking intently at his mom and was envious. Then, he saw the gentleman kneel down and pull out a camera from his bag. It was a black camera and it looked old and heavy to Daniel. A few seconds later, the crowd, Daniel, his mom and his sister, everyone, heard the unmistakable sound of a lens shutter opening a closing rapidly. Daniel wished he could see the pictures of his mom's panty clad ass and exposed mound offering themselves this gentleman. He wished he could see how her sweater, now no longer constrained by Sarah's bra, moved over the underside of her tits and caught on her hardened nipples. He wished he could see her face, her reddened cheeks and quivering lips. Then, as the guard moved next to his sister, Daniel's eyes shifted from his mom to Emily. "Okay Emily, your turn." said Dale. Emily rose back to standing, her legs still spread wide and her arms stretched to the sides. Dale worked on her slightly differently than her mom. He quickly got the boring stuff over with as he ran his hands from her ankles, up her outer thigh, along the left side of her torso, then to her arm, returning to her collar bone, and then back down her right side. Dale repositioned himself behind Emily. Daniel waited for him to command his sister to get in that same stretched posture his was mom was in. But Dale gave him something different. "Please bend forward forty-five degrees. Place your hands behind your head, look up as if to stretch your neck, and arch your back," commanded Daniel, who's hands were by his side and who's feet were firmly planted under Emily. Daniel noticed a grimace on his sisters face as she bent down, followed simultaneously by a slow grin forming on the guards lips. Dale placed one hand on Emily's right hip and pushed her ass further into his pelvis. His other hand was clasping Emily's neck, forcing her to look straight at her brother. Daniel met her eyes and felt a ting of pity, but it didn't last long. He diverted his attention to his sister's breasts and the deep cleavage they were showing with her blouse somewhat unbuttoned and her torso leaning forward at just the right angle. Family Searched at Airport Ch.3 "Try to relax," whispered Dale. Daniel saw the guard's right hand move onto Emily's stomach. His fingers were spread wide, and he seemed to enjoy every inch of her youthful torso. As he inched his hand upward, Daniel noticed a quick flick of his index and middle fingers and the instantaneous opening of another button on his sister's blouse. By the time he reached her bra, Emily's blouse hung open like a pair of inviting white doors. At first, Dale just cupped each tit as if holding a water balloon. Then, he danced his finger tips along the soft exposed flesh, poking them into her skin until he felt the hard ribs beneath. Then, he got aggressive. He squeezed and Daniel watched his sister's breasts moved around the confines of her bra. Sometimes the movement caused the bra to move up, and he saw glimpses of the undersides of her breasts. Dale slide a few fingers into her bra cup and clasped Emily's nipple between his middle and ring finger. Emily gasped. She tried to turn her head in fury, but Dale's other hand remained firmly clasped on her neck. Then, Daniel saw it, he saw the pink eraser move up and over the black bra as Dale pulled his hand out from the fabric. He saw the guard stretch her nipple away from her chest and then let go of it as it hardened. He only did this with the left breast, but that was enough for Daniel who was unconsciously licking his teeth. Dale released Emily's neck and moved a few steps away from Emily. Jeff was furious, but also noticeably turned on. He was trying to consciously frown and furrow his brows just to give himself some kind of assurance against his building hard-on. He remained silent, a little curious to see how far Dale was going to take this. "Remain still," said Dale. Dale placed his hands on Emily's hips. Daniel noticed his sister jump slightly, at Dale's touch. Dale worked his thumb under each side of Emily's blue thong, and pulled the waistband up and over her hip bones. He then traced his left hand right below Emily's navel while his right hand ran down Emily's g-string before disappearing completely into her pants. As Dale pressed his middle finger into Emily's asshole, he simultaneously applied pressure with his left hand to scoot her further into it. Daniel couldn't see all of this completely, but he imagined what was happening and he imagined correctly. He saw his sister jaw clench and her lips tighten, and he loved every second of it. Then, Dale allows his left hand to drift down between Emily's thighs. The old gentleman had a better vantage point now that Dale was at Emily's side instead of directly behind her. He saw that Dale had hooked Emily's pants with his pinky and had pulled them down to rest on the middle curve of her ass cheeks. Daniel, then saw a pair of fingers creep up from between Emily's thighs. He saw them all four fingers probe Emily's youthful vulva beneath the fabric of her white pants. Then, he saw one finger disappear. Dale had tugged Emily's pushed Emily's panties away from her slit with his index finger. He then jammed into his middle finger directly up and into her pussy. Emily yelped. Sarah heard her daughter and started to cry with helplessness. Dale removed his finger. He then brought his hand back down between Emily's thighs, and then back up following the tight channel of her ass crack. But, he felt a little giving and decided to give Daniel some more sights of his sister. When he removed his finger, he had gently grabbed onto some of Emily's pants, and when he brought his hand back between her thighs, he took the fabric with him. Daniel smiled as he was treated to the sight of his sister's blue thong pulled roughly away from her privates and the sight of his sister's soft mound peeking through the blue fabric and the white pants. "You did great Emily. Now please return to the secured position as before," said Dale. Emily had lost most of her self-pride at this point, and did as told without hesitation. Daniel was disappointed that he lost sight of his sister's taught nipple and her just-barely exposed pussy. But, he smirked when he heard a camera's shutter click in quick succession. Then there were sirens. The crowd turned their heads to see where the noise was coming from. Jeff's family did the same, and even the guards followed everyone's gaze to the glass doors that lead outside. The gray pavement of the the road was completely blocked out by rows and rows of white police cars with their lights flashing. A team of state police, accompanied by more serious-looking men in suits, burst through the sliding doors like a stampede of animals escaped from the circus. They looked around quickly, before walking straight past the crowd. Then, one of the guys in a suit stepped stepped forward and turned back to the crowd. He had noticed Emily and Sarah of course, but just smiled slightly and turned away. Daniel figured he was in the one in charge. "Ladies and gentleman, please remain calm. No one is in danger. We need to speak to the family of Muren. If this is your family name, please step forward." said the man calmly. No one stepped forward. Then, Jeff spoke, "I am Jeff Muren. What is the problem, sir?" "Did you return a blue Jeep rented through Hertz approximately one hour ago?" said the man. "Yes," replied Jeff. "Can you identify this?" asked the man. He held up a white sweater-blouse. "That's my wife's sweater," replied Jeff. "And this?" asked the man as he held up a small black clutch. "I believe that's my daughter's. Where did you get that?" replied Jeff. "Both of these items were left inside the Jeep. Where is your wife and daughter now?" "I'm sorry for the trouble. We always end up forgetting something in those rental cars. I appreciate you returning them to us, but I don't get why you had to make a whole scene out of this as if we were criminals..." "Answer the question. Where is your wife and daughter?" Jeff gestured to the two bent-over and exposed women beside Dale. Daniel noticed that the man seemed to turn to them before Jeff even finished pointing in that direction. The man glanced at the women, then turned to Dale. "Dale, are you searching these women?" asked the man. "Yessir. I had reasonable suspicion to believe they were hiding something. I have followed procedure and searched them thoroughly, barring a strip-search of course since we did not find evidence warranted for such a procedure. They appear clean and I am ready to pass them through," replied Dale in a monotone voice. It appeared to Daniel that Dale spoke the line as if reading a screenplay. "Are those cameras recording?" asked the man, glancing at the black glass globes on ceiling. "Yessir," replied Dale. Daniel wondered how much the cameras saw. "Good. As stated, these items belong to Sarah Muren and Emily Muren," said the man to the camera. Then, he pulled out a plastic bag from Sarah's sweater pocket and a vial from Emily's clutch. "Furthermore, these belongings contain controlled substances, specifically salt cocaine found in this plastic bag and oxycodon pills found in this vial. We submit these items as evidence that Sarah Mure and Emily Muren both carried and were prepared to transport these substances. Thus, we are at the right to place these women under arrest and hold their relatives for questioning as possible accomplices," finished the man. Daniel started to shake. His hard-on regressed again to the point where his penis was trying to find a happy-place inside his ball sack like a frightened turtle. Jeff was more composed. "This is mistake. I do not mean to doubt your expertise, but my family has never touched drugs let alone own them," claimed Jeff, sternly. "From one man to another, I recommend you take the 5th from here on out until a lawyer is next to you. Nothing you say will help you. It can only hurt," replied the man, glancing back at Jeff. The man turned back to Dale. "Dale, these two ladies may have hidden further controlled substances on them. A more investigataive search is required. Please continue as you would have, treating these two as suspect criminals. Understood?" said the man. "Yessir," replied Dale, smiling. The man turned back to the crowd and, projecting his voice, said, "This is now a federal investigation. As witnesses and possible accomplices, you are to remain where you are until the investigation has finished. The police will keep this airport section quarantined until further orders." The crowd groaned in response. But no one objected. The seriousness of the issue was evident to them and they remained still and silent. "The floor is yours Dale," said the man as he walked off to the side, turning around to survey Emily and Sarah, and resting his body against the wall. "You two, stand up," said Dale a bit rudely. Daniel watched intently as his mom and sister stood up. They were both crying silently and shaking. He could see his mom's upper thighs quiver, and though her skirt had fallen back down some, he still saw the glimmer of her white panties beneath the black. His sister was equally shook up. But Daniel didn't care. Now with Emily standing, he got to see her open blouse and her exposed nipple resting on her black bra. His eyes danced back from their bodies to their faces. Both women were trying to stare at the blank wall in-front of them. "Follow me," commanded Dale. He lead them towards the curtained-off area, walking backwards as to keep his eyes on the two women. Juan was there holding the curtains open so that they could go through. Once inside, Juan began to close the curtain. But he only closed it about half-way, and a worthless half at that. From the angle of Jeff, Daniel, and the crowd, they could still see clear into the private-screening room. Jeff almost spoke up, but, knowing it would be useless, remained silent instead. "Stand next to the back curtain and place your hands above your heads," said Dale. Then, he got out a pair of handcuffs and handcuffed Sarah to the metal curtain-bar. It was high-up and Daniel noticed his mom having to lift her heels up. Dale didn't handcuff Emily. Instead, he placed his left hand smoothly onto her ass and lead her into the center of the room. He grabbed the bottom of Emily's blouse, lifted it up her torso, over her raised hands, and dropped it on the ground. End of Ch.3 Family Searched at Airport Ch.4 Article one, light beige blouse belonging to female Emily Muren," shouted Dale as he looked up and to the right. Daniel and Jeff followed his gaze and saw a security camera. Dale tossed the blouse into the curtained-off area of the room. Daniel presumed Juan was there, but he couldn't see him. "Keep your arms up and place your feet together, Emily," said Dale. He closed the space between himself and her. Her uneasy breath blew upon his neck. As he stared down into her eyes, he brought his hands against the clasp of her pants. He unhooked the button with one thumb, lowered the zipper with the other, and then, grabbing the seam with rest of his fingers, pulled down. As he pulled, he kneeled, and Daniel watched his sister's white pants unfurl beneath her. Her blue thong contrasted strong against her lightly tanned skin. "Lift your right foot," said Dale. "Good, now your left," he continued and then stood up with Emily's pants in hand. "Article two, white cotton pants belonging to female Emily Muren," shouted Dale before tossing the pants in the same direction as the blouse. Dale moved back to Emily. It looked to Jeff like he was about to hug his daughter, but Daniel knew what was going to happen. Dale unclasped Emily's bra, ran his hands underneath the wire that cupped her breasts, and then lifted the piece in one swift motion. And there were her tits. Of course, Daniel was glued to them. But so was Jeff. Jeff, who had noticed his own wife's tits slowly start to sag over the years, forgot what a firm pair of teenage breasts looked like. And he enjoyed what he saw. Each mound shaped up and out from Emily's chest like the curve of a ripe banana. And he saw each nipple, still small and perky with youth, stick outwards against the conditioned airport air. Jeff tore his eyes away from his daughter's body and tried to look at her face. He was close enough to see a small tear develop and drop into the valley of her nose. And he felt guilty. "Article three, blue bra size 32B belonging to female Emily Muren," shouted Dale before, again, tossing it to the other side of the room. Dale took a knee in-front of Emily. And in one fell swoop, her panties were off. A small line of trimmed brown hair accentuated her vulva. Dale thought Emily was completely bare, but liked this even more. And Jeff, again, found himself growing hard at the sight of her groomed soft flesh. Dale repeated the procedural description of clothing to the camera for the last time. "Emily, you may drop your hands now," said Dale. She immediately covered herself. Dale didn't mind. "Step over to the center of the room and face me," commanded Dale. Emily moved and turned to face Dale, away from the crowd. Daniel saw his sister's bare ass and noticed the skin become whiter and whiter as it moved in towards her crack. "Place your heels four feet apart. Bend over and drop your hands to the ground," commanded Dale. Emily didn't move. As she hesitated, someone spoke up against the finality of Dale's voice. "Close the fucking curtain!" screamed Sarah. Everyone turned to the woman still handcuffed to the curtain-bar. Daniel, who had forgotten about his mom, noticed again how vulnerable she looked with her skirt bunched up to her hips and her tits straining against her stretched sweater. He eyed her face and saw a bubbling cauldron of anger, humiliation, and sadness. Dale, just looked at her and said nothing. The crowd too said nothing, still hushed by the burly security force that surrounded them. Jeff noticed a movement from the hidden section of the room. Juan appeared, and walked towards Sarah. He gently placed a finger on Sarah's lips. She quivered at his touch. Daniel saw Juan's mouth move, but couldn't hear any words. As he whispered into Sarah's ear, her eyes went wide. And then she closed them and appeared calmer. Or subdued. Juan removed his hand from her face. But he stayed where he was. And he was quite close to Sarah and Daniel couldn't see Juan's left hand. "Emily," said Dale quietly. She flinched. Dale waited. And then she began to bend. Her cheeks spread open wide giving access to her puckered anus. As she bent further, her mound pushed into view. Like a chorus, moans, grunts, and gasps, filled the room. Daniel noticed how the skin darkened slightly around her lips. With the bright airport lighting, he even saw the pink undertones beneath her outer labia. Jeff was fixated on her soft, tender breasts, hanging now upside-down. He looked at Emily. Her eyes were closed. "This may feel.... uncomfortable," said Dale, moving beside Emily. Dale wet the palm of his right hand with his tongue then he brought it down to Emily's snatch and cupped it. He moistened her vulva with his spit and then licked his middle finger. He worked the middle finger between her lips. And then plunged it in. Emily yelped and her eyes lit open. Her gaze happened upon her father. She looked away, but not before noticing his menacing tent. Dale's finger was rotating inside her, pressing into the walls of her pussy. She tried wiggling her hips away from Dale, but Dale's left hand held pressed strongly onto her lower back, keeping her in place. She closed her eyes again. Daniel's was rubbing himself over the fabric of his pants. No one noticed. His eyes were transfixed. He imagined it was his hand groping his sister's snatch and his finger buried into her warm slit. He imagined his hard dick pressed up against his sister's taught thighs. And he imagined his thumb work it's way into her ass. Suddenly, Dale did just that as he pressed his middle finger and thumb together into a deformed okay sign. Dale heard a whimper, and smirked. Then, Dale removed his moist hand and it was over. For good measure, he gave Emily's ass a quick grope and then said, "Okay Emily, you're all done. Rise and go stand by your mother." Meanwhile, Juan had removed the handcuffs from Sarah and instructed Emily to place her hands above her head. He handcuffed Emily to the same metal bar. She crossed her legs to hide her sex. Jeff saw her tits stretch flatter against her chest. When Juan brought his hands back down, he gave each nipple a quick tug and Emily squirmed. "Sarah, please join me here," said Dale gesturing to the center of the room. "Raise your hands and face me," continued Dale, who's back was to the audience. He stripped Sarah of her sweater and and skirt in the same manner as her daughter. Sarah's pale tits faced the audience. Daniel gulped. He wanted so strongly to be Dale right now, who casually squeezed Sarah's breasts, each a bit more than a handful, before dropping his hands to her waist and tugging down her panties. Sarah's eyes were to the ceiling. Daniel licked his lips when he saw his mom's groomed triangle of dark blond hair. Her legs were pressed together, and he couldn't get a good view of her labia. Dale fixed that. "Open your legs," said Dale. When she did, Dale brought his right hand, still wet from Emily, down to cup her mound. His thumb grazed the tuft of hair. Then, he placed his left hand on Sarah's soft ass, gave a quick squeeze, and trust his right middle finger up and into her. Sarah clenched her teeth, but remained silent. Dale brought another finger into Sarah. And then another. Meanwhile, his pinky found its way into her asshole. Then, he lifted his whole hand vertically up causing Sarah to stand on her toes and relieve the pressure. Daniel watched, his hands in his pants now. Jeff tore his eyes away from his wife and noticed his son. "Daniel," said Jeff sternly. Daniel didn't respond. Jeff, angry over his son and furious at his own guilt over his daughter, grabbed Daniels arm. "Owww," said Daniel. "Have some decency for God sakes." Daniel stopped rubbing himself, but not before noticing his own Father's hard-on and smirked. Jeff saw Daniel's eyes and felt a knot at the pit of his stomach. Both were silent and turned to look back at Sarah and Emily. Sarah was softly crying but seemed to be holding up. Dale finally took his fingers out of her and she brought her heels back down. "Excellent. Both of you are clear. We'll have to bring your clothes in for substance analysis. We keep spare casual wear for such situations. We'll get you two dressed and on the plane in no time. Sorry for the inconvenience," said Dale. Juan left the curtained-off area and came back a few minutes later with the two shrink-wrapped bags of clothes. Meanwhile, a new shift of TSA guards arrived and the security line was beginning to form again. When Juan arrived with the clothes, Daniel noticed him close the curtain gap. He heard whispers behind the sheer drapes. "Come-on," shouted Jeff. Daniel turned and saw his father ahead, moving through security again. He went to join him. Along his way, he passed by the old gentleman with a camera. Daniel quickly grabbed his pen and notebook out of his backpack. He tore off a page, wrote "Pics 4 Pics: dandaman@gmail.com" and pushed into the gentleman's hand. The man turned to Daniel and grinned. Daniel nodded and then ran up to his father. "What was that about?" asked Jeff. "Don't we have more important things to worry about? Are Mom and Emily still changing?" replied Daniel. Jeff shrugged. "Look, when they come out, I don't want you to say anything. Understand? We'll talk about this once we're back home. Just act like nothing happened. Okay?" said Jeff. Daniel smiled and nodded. Jeff didn't like that smile. Daniel and Jeff sat down on a bench. The place was an airport again. All the formal guards were gone, people with stoic faces moved through the security checkpoint, kids complained. Daniel brought out his phone and flipped through the pictures he took. Suddenly, it was silent. Daniel and Jeff turned to look towards the lack of noise. Juan had opened the curtains. "What the...." said Jeff.