Chapter 8 - Bridled darkness

by MadGenuis

Short summary:Keith is afraid that the �tests� might be getting too boring, and that Emma might lose interest unless they mix things up a little. So when the opportunity finally shows itself, he is determined to please her... but is there enough time?(mg, cons, inc, bro-sis, ped)


The month's time that followed that fateful night was at once better and harder than time had been for Keith since Mike had learned of the 'tests', for different reasons. On one hand they - he and Emma, that is - had discovered that their hounding baby brother did not have to get between them and their newfound closeness, and that even with him being annoyingly vigilant about never allowing the two of them to be alone they could still find times during which he could not stop them. On the other hand, however, this very same closeness made Keith's blood burn ever more hotly, and even though he had his little sister found time to sneak off together every three or four days, he found that he kept wanting more. It was like he had become addicted to Emma - not just the sex (which even he felt that he needed to admit was what they were having, albeit only to himself), but to her; to the smell of her scent, the feel of her skin, the innocent shine in her eyes and the gentle curve of her lips...

Sure, the feeling of her squeezing his shaft, the sound of her stifled moans and the taste of her pussy were all great - fantastic, even - and when he felt his desire like fire in his veins he knew that only these things could sate his urges. And oh, how strong those urges could grow...

But especially since the night when the ten-year-old girl had climbed into bed with her older brother, Keith had begun to realize that what he was growing increasingly uncertain about what he felt about her. Once he had thought that he simply admired her girl-parts and appreciated her willingness to let him play with them, but it seemed like his feelings for Emma had only grown warmer since then. Before the night they spent together he had started to suspect that he loved her in a highly unbrotherly way, but afterward there was little doubt in his heart that his feelings towards here were real, and definitely not brotherly. His only doubt now was whether he simply loved her... or if he was in love with her? How did one make the distinction between one and the other? He had no idea... and he knew that he could not reveal his feelings to his sister, either, whatever their true name may be. He feared that it would scare her away, and break this fragile bond that existed between them. He did not want to risk that. He wanted to love her, but some part of him, which sent molten lava coursing through his body whenever he looked at her shapely little butt or her tiny little budding breasts, did not think that love would be a prize worth risking sex for.


Since sleeping together in both meanings of the term that night, something else had happened, too. Keith did not realize it immediately, as he was too busy appreciating the tight preteen pussy he could deposit his bountifully produced sperm into every few days, but after a couple of weeks it hit him like a shovel in the face: their 'tests', of which every instance had been unique and memorable up until then, had become routine. Every 'test' was the same: they would sneak off when Mike was busily occupied with something else and lock themselves in Emma's room, since Keith's room lacked a door. Keith then proceeded to caress Emma's body for a little while before fingering her vagina and anus a little, occasionally utilizing his tongue on her slit as well, until she was properly wet. By then they were usually panting from excitement already, and Keith would have Emma stand on hands and knees, her butt in the air so he could insert his thirteen-year-old penis into her eager orifice. He would then keep thrusting until he came, empty his load inside her and then pull out. They redressed, cleaned up, and left and pretended nothing had happened. Same story every time.

Upon realizing this, an immense feeling of loss overcame Keith. Since that longest stay together of theirs they had had eight 'tests' - one more 'test' than they had had before then, unless one opted to count Emma's way of waking him up the morning after a separate 'test' - yet none of those stood out in his memory like their first seven 'tests'. It was amazing for as long as it lasted, but in between 'tests', when Keith sat alone and dreamed of Emma and his time together, his mind drifted back to those seven first remarkable 'tests', not the eight recent unimaginative ones.

Although she said nothing, Keith suspected that the beginning monotony in their 'tests' was also bothering her. She had never been particularly active, but lately he had noticed that she seemed even less enthusiastic about the 'tests' than usual, and while she still seemed to appreciate the climaxes she reached with his help almost as much as he did, he could not shake the nagging feeling that she was growing bored with it.

He wanted to add a little variation, for them to try something more than just a routine "get together, get off and get out", but once more his inexperience was becoming a hindrance. He simply did not have the imagination to think of new things to try on his own - what they were doing at the moment, while uninventive, felt incredible and never failed to push him over the edge. He sought counsel with his old ally, internet porn, and certainly enough there were plenty of ideas there, most of which so lewdly perverted that he could not even get himself to watch the videos all the way through, let alone try to act out what happened in them with Emma, and even the things that were not offensive to the frayed remains of his shyness towards his little sister was sort of ruined in his eyes by having seen adults demonstrate it for him. Of course he knew that they should not be doing this, that they were children and siblings to boot, but as long as they did their thing, as long as they were having 'tests', he could push that fact to the back of his mind and ignore the guilt until after they were done. But to downright reenact something he had seen adults do, after having gotten past that 18+ warning sign at the site? It made denial too difficult to achieve, even for just a short while.

But even so he knew that he had to do something to mix things up a little, before he lost what he had with Emma. The problem was that he could not seem to work up the courage to break away from their established routine. He needed help to do that... a little push.


It was Friday afternoon that day, and it had been four, almost five days since his and Emma's last 'test', so Keith had spent most of his day in school trying desperately to hide the erection that was provoked whenever his gaze wandered to the shape defined by the girls' jeans, T-shirts and tank tops, or when his thoughts grew vacant enough to stray to Emma. On his way home in the bus Keith resolved that they were not only going to have a 'test' today, but that he was going to try some of the things he had seen to try to revive the element of excitement. He had barely listened in class that entire day because he had been thinking about the things he had seen in porn and figured what he could possibly try doing. He was certainly not opposed to trying a blowjob, but he failed to see how that could be pleasurable for Emma; in fact he was pretty sure that she would object to it quite strongly. He could also try anal sex, even if it seemed gross to him and an inferior experience compared to vaginal sex... but as much as Emma seemed to enjoy having her ass played with, he was not sure he wanted to do that to her; the women in the videos always seemed to be in pain during it, and there was nothing he wanted less than to hurt Emma. With those two out of the way and various unsavory fetishes put aside, and his possibilities were quite limited. He ended up settling with a few new positions to try, and hope that would be enough to spice up the 'test'. He had also been working harder than usual in Phys. Ed. to work up some strength and stamina, which he hoped would let him be less limited in how to move and position himself.

Fate would have that Keith's bus was late this particular day, and by the time he actually got home it was much later than he usually came home on Fridays. That it was Friday was important because Friday was the only day when both Emma and Keith got off school before Mike did, and thus usually had an hour's worth of time to themselves before the eight-year-old came home to play their warden. That time was now shortened by twenty precious minutes.

Keith ran home from the bus stop that day, trying to win back as much lost time as he could - every second was valuable. They only had around forty minutes before Mike would come home, and Keith's sexual stamina meant that it could be a problem to finish before then. But he had to! If they did not have a 'test' today they would be stuck home with Mike that entire weekend, and it would be another two or three days before they had another chance. He could not live with that!


And so it was that when he got home he flung the front door open, the very picture of movie-hero urgency, and hurried inside, shucking his shoes and spring-jacket and tossing aside his backpack as he went. He was a man (or, well, boy) on a mission, and there was no time to waste. He could almost hear theme-music in his mind - the entire situation seemed to him as though it was taken straight out of one of the movies their father rented from time to time... well, aside from the incestuous underage sex. That bit had not been represented in anything Keith had seen yet.

Emma stepped out of the bathroom right on cue, hands still on the waistband of her trousers. Her eyes were round and adorable as ever, but her exact emotion - surprise? Urgency? Fear? - eluded her older brother for the moment.

"Keith? Where've you been?" she asked as he came to stop in front of her, panting heavily with exertion. "I thought you'd be home earlier..."

Fighting so hard for his breath that he started coughing, Keith made a vague gesture with his hand that he hoped would convey that he would explain later, and hurried past her into the living room. It seemed strangely empty right now, with Mike off to school and both their parents at work, and there was an almost unnatural stillness over the entire house. But he knew it would not last. He looked at the living room clock: thirty minutes until their annoying obstacle of a younger brother would come home. He had probably won five minutes with his reckless running, but time was still running short. All it took was for the bus to be a little early, or Mike clearing the walk between the bus stop and home a little earlier, and they would get caught. There was no time to waste.

"Emma," he gasped, turning back to her while leaning on the doorframe into the living room. "Let's... have a 'test'."

Surprising as it was that such a thing was even possible Emma's eyes grew even wider at this, and she, too, moved to peek into the living room to check the clock. The baggy sleeve of her white shirt graced his hand as she went past him, and for just a second he detected a waft of her scent past the smell of his own sweat. Just like that he had a half erection already, and he felt a whole swarm of butterflies start fluttering about in his stomach. He had felt hot from running already, but she made him even hotter. And this was after just four days? An addiction, indeed.

"Now?" the girl mumbled uncertainly, turning back to face him. "I don't think we should. Mike's going to come home soon, and he -"

"Please!" Keith begged. He felt like he was about to throw up, and he knew that he was not that exhausted. His need for release and his fear that he could potentially end up having to wait another several days to achieve it was making him feel downright sick. "There's time if we hurry... and even if there isn't time, we could still get dressed and pretend nothing happened before Mike comes home!"

Emma remained silent for several excruciatingly long seconds, her gaze lowered to some point past Keith's knees while she thought. Through it all the teenager impatiently shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to swallow past a lump in his throat the size of a coconut. She had just established herself that they did not have much time, so why was she wasting what precious little they had being indecisive?

"Please," he pleaded again when he could not stand the contemplative silence anymore. He felt like he was on the verge of tears. "I'll play whatever you want to play later if you agree, even if it's with dolls!"

One of Emma's eyebrows arched at this, and her eyes grew a bit narrower, as though she was considering the matter from a different angle now. The seconds Keith had won with his haste slipped between his fingers. He was just about ready to start begging her again and expanding upon his offer with a few household chores when Emma spoke again.

"All right," she decided, and something inside Keith felt like it was doing a somersault. He smiled from ear to ear. "But we need to be quick... I don't want Mike to know."

"Of course," he agreed immediately, doing a mental fist pump. "Let's hurry upstairs, then -"

"Not yet," Emma stopped him with a gesture. "I need to go to the bathroom first."

Keith's jaw dropped and he stared at her incredulously. "But... but you just came from there!"

"Well... I need to go again."

"Uh..." Keith looked at the clock again. Not much more than twenty-five minutes left now and the second hand kept eating away time at a steady rate. But what was he supposed to do? If she had to go to the bathroom, she had to go to the bathroom - there was not much he could do about that. Should he tell her to hold it in, wait until after? No, he could not do that, either... not only would that run the risk of antagonizing his little sister and potentially end their relationship forever, but the thought of her having to go while they were doing stuff, and that she could have an accident... Ugh. "Hurry, then - and don't bother putting your pants back on. In fact, just use the time while you're out there anyway to undress, and I'll do the same. That'll save us a little time."

It was her other eyebrow that arched this time, in wonder rather than contemplation, probably much the same reaction Keith had had at the start of that 'test' during which Mike had been watching, when she had told him to undress himself. To undress each other at the beginning of each 'test' had become customary, like a ceremony before the party. To divert from that, it seemed, was becoming synonymous with life-changing events being imminent.

"Okay," was all she said before swiftly darting into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.

"We'll do it on the couch, in the living room," Keith half-shouted to her, already on his way in there, slipping his arms out of his shirt-sleeves. "So we can watch the clock." She did not reply.


After having gotten naked from the waist up, it occurred to Keith that he had probably better close the curtains in there, since it was significantly more likely that someone would spot them here, on the ground floor, than in their rooms upstairs. In fact the way their living room was placed someone walking by on the street outside could just glance in through the window and look at most of the room, half the couch included. Even if they were in a hurry, caution was still the better virtue: even if their 'tests' had become almost habitual, the fear of discovery had never released its grip from his heart entirely. It was that fear Mike wielded over them like a whip, after all.

Once having made sure that there was not even the slightest slit between the closed curtains that someone could peek through and spot them, Keith stripped completely and, a little hesitantly, sat down on the couch to wait for Emma. He glanced at the clock again: twenty minutes...

He waited, tensely, trying not to look at the clock, but it seemed as though his determination to ignore the time-keeper only made it louder, and each second seemed to Keith as though it was accompanied by a louder noise than the last. Tick, tock, tick, tock... Had the clock always been that loud? He ground his teeth and cursed under his breath, which was unusual for him, who never used foul language. On the bright side the wait had let him catch his breath, but that advantage seemed to be far outweighed by the fact that he was getting cold, increasingly anxious, his erection had faded and, of course, that the return of Mike's reign of terror grew ever nearer.

The lock to the bathroom clicked, and the sound of naked feet on the hallway floor announced that Emma had left and was on her way, a scant few feet separating them - but even with the knowledge that his sister would likely be halfway naked or more, he did not look to feast his eyes on her incredibly sexy form. Instead, he failed to resist the compulsion to look at the clock one more time.

Around seventeen minutes left. He tried to swallow and found his mouth and throat parched as a desert. Turning towards where he knew Emma would stand with ponderous slowness, Keith tried to push time out of his awareness, and failed miserably.

And there she was, his ten-year-old sister stark naked before him, standing next to the armrest he leaned against, within arm's reach of him. She was facing him, and the fact that he was sitting down meant that his eyes were just about in level with her chest, which resulted in him ending up staring fixedly at her developing breasts. They had gotten a little bigger in the month since that night, but not much - enough that they were visible to the naked eye as areas of her chest where one could not see the contour of her ribs through her skin, tracing a circle about the size of one of Keith's palms. Her nipples, tiny and pink as always, looked stiff already, and her breathing was already a little shallow.

Breathless with admiration, Keith let his gaze wander down her petite frame, taking in her slender waist with the cute little navel, her small but shapely hips and the correspondingly hot legs that extended from them... and her crotch, beneath which he could just barely spot her slightly jutting labia. A few thin, transparent hairs graced the front of her pelvis, visible only because they reflected the light of the room, but witnessing of her growth.

His erection was almost complete by the time he looked back up, at Emma's face, and saw the nervous concern in those childish eyes of hers, and immediately he remembered the urgency of the situation. Outraged that he had let himself be distracted, he looked back at the clock, feeling a sting of panic in his heart. Another minute had ticked by. Not much more than fifteen minutes left.


"Okay," he said once he had cleared his throat and was again capable of actually speaking. Somewhere in his mind he noted that his erection had halfway faded the second he had looked at the clock. This was not going to end well... He patted the seat next to him, meaning for her to sit so they could get started. "Let's begin, then."

"Wait," Emma protested, and Keith's eyes widened with barely contained horror. Was there any word that could possibly be any less appropriate in this situation than 'wait'? She seemed dead serious though, so the boy bit back on his surge of panic and decided to listen to what she had to say. She glanced briefly at the clock and then looked back at Keith again. "We're ending the 'test' in five minutes."

Had Keith been able to believe what he was hearing his jaw might have dropped, but as it was his brain would simply not allow itself to understand what she had just said. "Wha-... why?"

"So we can get dressed before Mike comes home," she explained, all logical and sensible again. Of course the time it would take for them to get dressed, and possibly clean up as well, had to be taken into consideration as well. Even if Mike did not walk in on them in the middle of the 'test', chances were that he would still figure out what had happened if he found them naked, or some stains of semen on the couch. But five minutes? That was no time at all!

"But -" Keith began, but Emma simply pointed to the clock with a firm mien, then went and sat down next to him. Right. If they had five minutes, then damn it, he was going to use every last second of them!


Reaching for her chest Keith started massaging her wonderfully soft and malleable breasts, but as much as this was part of the 'tests' usually and stimulating for both of them, it was not more than a few seconds before the boy realized that he could not afford to waste his time like that. If he was going to orgasm in five minutes, he was going to need proper sex that entire time.

Reluctantly he let his hands drop, letting his fingertips fleetingly caress the ridges of her ribcage and the curve of her hip on the way down, then started getting on his knees in the couch while turning to face her fully.

Knowing the routine, Emma responded to this by turning her back to Keith and getting on her hands and knees, presenting her ass to him proudly, with her gorgeous pink vagina having a place of honor at the very center. Unlike usual when she presented herself to him like this, though, her crotch was not glistening with moisture. She was not wet... which registered in Keith's mind as that she was not lubricated. She needed to be, but he did not have time to spend minutes fingering and tonguing her to get her ready. They only had - he checked the clock with a sinking sensation in his gut - four minutes, and he usually took three times that long to finish. He would have to improvise.

Licking the fingers of his right hand, making sure they were nicely coated in saliva, he ran them around her box to smear it in the likeness of how it got after he had prepared her, then licked his fingers again - catching a trace of her taste on them - and rubbed them on the vagina itself, slipping his fingers inside and making sure to coat her in as much saliva as he could.

There! He drew his hand back and looked at the result of his work. It looked... similar to how she usually did, but it was not the same. But it had to be good enough.

Now, as he shuffled a little behind his sister's upheld rear to prepare himself, a new problem presented itself, though: without the foreplay his erection had managed to fade to half hardness once more, and drooped sadly in front of him. He tried to guide it with his hips and thrust it inside her as he usually did, but in its current condition his member bent and slipped away rather than meet her resistance and pierce it.

Grumbling, Keith took his barely erect appendage in his hands, and holding it just behind the head he carefully fit the tip into her slit. He moved his hand back a little farther and moved his hips forward, slipping more of himself inside. A little more, and the feeling of her heat and tightness began to make him harden more, allowing him to put in the rest of his length inside her relatively easy, and removing his hands entirely he gave one thrust, and was sheathed in her to the hilt. He pulled out a little and thrust back in, feeling how absolutely wonderful her pussy squeezed around his dick, and he hardened almost fully.

Against his better knowledge, the nervous boy checked the clock again. Three minutes left. He softened halfway again. Shit.


Of all the times Keith had had sex with Emma, there was little doubt in his mind that this was the most awkward one. With his penis having softened halfway he had to be very careful with his thrusting, as it was liable to slip out and be that difficult to shove back in again. He pulled out slowly, trying to focus on the sensation of the walls of her pussy pressing down on his rod, reluctant to release it from their confines, and pushed back inside slowly, resolving to cherish the heat and tightness that gradually enveloped him, all while he squeezed the oddly soft yet firm globes of her ass with his hands...

But even so he only hardened again with agonizing slowness, and worst of all was that he knew why: the passage of time was constantly on his mind, distracting him despite his intent to concentrate, and that prevented him from hardening fully. It was a wicked paradox: he had to hurry because time was short, but because time was short he was incapable of hurrying, because time itself kept disturbing him.

Desperate to the point of tears, Keith tried increasing the pace against the advice of his instincts, and thrust in and out of her with greater and greater speed. It was with exhilaration that he realized that he was getting harder, and as he did he got braver, too, pulling out further to push in harder.

Predictably, his confidence was his undoing. One time he pulled out he went a bit too far, and with a barely audible slurping noise his dick slipped out of his sister's now properly wet slit. He let out a desperate groan as he grabbed it, ready to shove it back inside, when his stupid obsessive mind demanded that he looked at the clock again. He did not want to - by God, how he wanted to avoid looking at the clock - but it was as though no matter how he tried to stop his eyes from going there, the muscles in his neck tensed disproportionally much for such a simple movement, and he looked.

One minute left.

It was a second that felt like it lasted a lifetime, as Keith felt his hope die. One minute. It was simply not possible for him to finish in that little time. Damn it! It was all because of that stupid bus driver being tardy! Because of Emma taking so long in the bathroom! Because of his school day being too long!

Now, because of all these things, the sweet release he so craved was going to be him denied, because he could not make some deadline that his sister had made up at the spot.

He was horny as hell, with a pussy right in front of him, and yet orgasm was out of his reach. It was not fair. It was just not fair!


Keith felt something snap inside of him, something in the back of his head around the base of his skull, and suddenly hopelessness and desperation were no longer the dominant feelings in his mind. It was as if a great darkness spread over his thoughts, wiping away those feelings and leaving only something baser, the primal core instincts of his being. In one second, the dark side that Keith had all but repressed completely came forth to dominate him completely. And the dark side did not give a single fuck that there was a deadline.

It registered only two things: it was horny, and it was angry.


Letting out a little growl deep in his throat, Keith grabbed Emma by her calves and scooted back, dragging her with him as he moved over the armrest of the couch and lowered his feet to the floor, and proceeded to pull her legs until they were over the floor, too, and only her pelvis - lowered now that her legs had been straightened - remained on the couch, along with her upper body.

Emma turned her head and said something, but the boy did not have time to worry about that. He was a man on a mission, and he was going to complete that mission. Moving forward a little he moved his hands from his sister's calves to her waist, and with strength that he did not know he possessed he quite simply flipped her where she was, turning her onto her back with an ease that was alien to him. She looked down at him, past the miniscule hills of her boobs, with those round brown eyes, surprised and, strangely, curious.

Muttering something under his breath Keith moved between her legs, grabbing her around the waist and lifting her lower body a couple of inches so that her snatch were in level with his now rock-hard pecker, and with a minimum of maneuvering he managed to press the tip of it inside. The heat and tightness of her seemed so much more real now, much more acute to his senses. It was damn good!

With a noise that was a half-growl, half-croon, Keith gripped her more firmly around the waist and then started absolutely pounding into her. He moved quickly and mightily, slamming into her with all his strength every time he went inside her, moved out and went back in with relentless constancy. After a little while he moved his grip, locking his arms into Emma's knees for better leverage, and then kept ravaging her.

This is just like back then, some small part of him thought, locked away in the back of his consciousness. Just like when Mike was there, and she got me so horny I couldn't stand it anymore... But that was not true. This was not like that. Back then his mind had been possessed with the need for sex, and nothing else. He became a machine with the singular purpose of having release. This time he was horny and angry, and the state he was in, while utilized differently, reminded much more of when his classmates drove him to berserk with their teasing. He was furiously pursuing a goal, but he did so with a strength he did not usually possess and a certain primitive logic rather than simply drive at it without thought.

Like a real-life Bruce Banner, only less intelligent and more whimsical, that turned into a less powerful and infinitely more whimsical version of the Hulk, he remembered having thought about his fits of rage once. It seems that my dark side can bring out the Hulk. And it feels good.


Exhaling between gritted teeth Keith drove into Emma mercilessly, cherishing her tightness, her warmth, her wetness, her stifled whimpers, the look of her tiny breasts wobbling back and forth as her entire body rocked with her brother's mighty thrusts - but most of all he found that he cherished his own power, his control of the situation. Keith was not into domination fetishes - in fact he found them rather disgusting, somehow - and would never want to obtain pleasure at his beloved sister's expense... but apparently his dark side did not care. He was just along for the ride.

With a final growl and a thrust that sent him as far into Emma's eager flesh as he could possibly come, that familiar pleasure finally overcame him. He pulled on her legs as hard as he could while pushing into her as deep as possible, oblivious to whether or not he was hurting her, and felt ropes of cum climbing up the core of his shaft and shooting into his sister in abundance. He stayed inside of her, painting her inside with his sperm, until his orgasm receded.

Once he had had his release Keith let go of Emma's knees, too weak to hold on to them, while she flopped limply onto the couch, apparently too exhausted to even move upon the rough pounding she had just received.

Despite himself, Keith grinned widely as he stumbled backwards, finally satisfied. He felt bad about what he had done now that he had gotten what he wanted, and the guilt began eating away at him almost immediately. It always did after 'tests', but it was worse this time because of how he had treated her.

There were other things to worry about, though, he reminded himself, and with a sinking feeling of dread he turned his head to look at the clock.

He was past Emma's deadline by four minutes. Mike would likely be home in around six minutes. Time was short - and Emma remained nerveless. It was up to him. A man on a mission.


Quickly Keith went into the bathroom and fetched Emma's pile of clothes that had been left there, only to drop it on the floor next to the couch and get on his knees, picking out her socks from the pile and putting them on her feet. It might not be the most logical place to start, as the socks were probably the thing that would seem least indecent if they were missing, but it was easier getting pant legs past sock-clad feet than naked feet, so it was an investment to enhance dressing efficiency, one could say.

Then came the turn for the panties... but as Keith knelt there between his sister's legs, looking at her naked pussy right in front of him with little bits of cum already starting to leak out, he smiled lewdly as he figured that no one would really notice if she was wearing her underwear or not. Instead of going through the trouble of putting her panties back on her, he scrunched them up into a little ball in his hand and, reaching in with his left hand to pull her pussy-lips apart a little, used the right hand to push her panties inside of her.

Emma moaned breathlessly, presumably deeming the experience pleasurable, but as Keith pushed the panties a little deeper and then went to put the rest of her clothes back on, he entertained himself with how the panties would work as a cork that would seal up his cum inside of her and prevent it from leaking out. It was not that he wanted her to get pregnant or anything - God, no! - but he still took some perverted joy in knowing that it would be stuck in there, and that whenever Emma moved she would be rubbing against the panties wedged into her pussy. It was almost enough to get him hard again. Almost.

Soon enough Emma, with the exception of Keith's little alternative appliance of her underwear, was presentably dressed again, and the clock said Mike was going to be home in two minutes. Keith was still naked.

He got dressed quickly. Very quickly. His shirt was on inside out, but aside from that he figured that he was presentable.

There were faint voices outside, voices of children. Mike had brought a friend home with him, and their chattering announced their arrival before they got there. Keith smiled to himself. He made it. Mission accomplished. Victory!

He leaned down and gently nudged at Emma's crotch through her trousers, and the little girl moaned again, more relaxed this time, more content.

Keith went upstairs before Mike entered the house, already contemplating how he could possibly bridle the dark side in him... and use it how and when he pleased.






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