Salem Valley Chapter Two © 2008 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com Sundays were a day of prayer, rest, and feast in Salem Valley. That particular Sunday was unusually warm for an autumn day. After church, the children of the valley went home with their families, changed out of their Sunday best, and those who weren't charged with helping their mothers cook supper or their fathers tend flock and field were outside playing, taking advantage of the unseasonally warm weather. Jacob Reinhart was sitting by the creek, throwing pebbles into the gently flowing water. He'd seen Rebecca Ingersoll in church that morning and the girl had given him a warm smile. Now he was imagining her in bed with him, clad only in her pretty ruffled panties, his stiff cock in her warm little mouth. He heard a rustling in the bushes behind him and turned to see little Rebecca, walking over to where he was sitting, a bunch of wildflowers in her hand. To Jacob, this was a minor miracle; he was thinking of her and there she was. "Hi, Jake," she said shyly. "Hi, Becca." She sat down on the grass beside him, lifting the hem of her dress so as not to get grass stains on the thin cotton. He caught a glimpse of her panties, yellow combed cotton, soft and puffy around the lace-trimmed leg holes. "Whatcha doin'?" she asked him. "Nothin' much," he said, tossing another pebble in the brook. "You?" "Just picking flowers for supper," she said. "They're very pretty," Jacob volunteered. "Yes they are," she said. "You're very pretty, Becca," the boy blurted out. He wished he had a way with girls like his older brother, but he never knew what to say. This time was an exception. "Thank you, Jacob," the girl said, blushing slightly. "I...I really liked...I had fun last night," he said. Jacob was hesitant to refer to what they'd done directly, for fear of offending Rebecca. "I had fun, too," Rebecca said. In fact, since the previous night, when her sister and Chastity had shown her how to pleasure the young boy, she could think of nothing else. And as Leah and Tamar rubbed themselves in bed, she rubbed her special place, too, thinking of Jacob's hard little penis and how it twitched and spasmed in her mouth when he came. The thought made her all tingly between her legs. "There's a quiet place in the woods I like," Jacob said. "Wanna see it?" "Sure," Rebecca replied. Jacob got up and held out his hand, leading her to a ford across the creek, a series of flat rocks where the brook narrowed, and along a narrow winding path through the trees. A few minutes later they came to a spot Jacob favored, where the forest floor, covered with soft moss, gently sloped upward. This was a spot Jacob had found when he was seven, and he often went here to masturbate, carrying with him pages from an old clothing catalog showing women in girldes and bullet bras, or an old postcard he'd found in the attic, French can can dancers lifting their skirts to reveal gartered legs and frilly panties. It was reasonably private, though once he thought he'd seen someone a few yards away in a small copse, an older boy who looked to be masturbating as he was. That had been the only time he'd seen anyone here, and the other boy was unaware of his presence. Jacob and Rebecca sat down on the moss, under sunlight filtered by swaying branches and leaves. For a while, they sat silently, enjoying the peaceful sound of the distant creek babbling over rocks. "It's nice here," Rebecca said. "Yeah," Jacob replied. Suddenly he said, "Can I kiss you some?" "Okay," Rebecca replied. They were sitting cross-legged, facing each other. Jacob leaned over and brushed his lips against hers, not knowing what else to do. Rebecca, however, despite being younger, knew more about kissing than the boy. She parted her mouth and touched her tongue to his lips. Jacob almost reeled back in surprise, but fought the urge. He remembered that he had hands, though, and he placed them on Rebecca's slim hips. Her body felt soft and warm under her dress. "That was good," Rebecca said, after their first kiss. Jacob's hands were still on her slender body, and that felt as good as, if not better than the kiss they shared. She knew what would feel even better: she pulled up the dress beneath Jacob's touch so that his hands were on her bare skin, then she leaned in for another kiss. As she did this, her hand fell into Jacob's lap, and she could feel his hard little member inside his shorts. She rubbed the lump in his pants, and he responded by moving his own hand between her legs, rubbing her private place through the soft cotton panties. Jacob thought he must have been doing something right, because Rebecca kissed him harder and rubbed his stiff cock through his pants. "Will you lick on me like Isaac did?" she asked, breaking off their kiss. The image of her sister Leah in the throes of passion was still vivid in her mind. "Um, sure," Jacob said. He had only the vaguest idea of what his older brother had done, but he'd seen Leah enjoy it. The thought of licking Rebecca's cunny kind of bothered him, but maybe if he did that she'd suck him again. He really enjoyed that. Rebecca pulled her dress over her head and skinned off her yellow cotton panties, laying back in the soft moss with her skinny legs spread, exposing her hairless twat. Jacob laid down between her thighs, propped up on his elbows, and examined Rebecca's cleft. Compared to the vaginas of older girls he'd seen, Rebecca's pussy was nearly featureless, a pair of bare lips surmounted by a tiny fleshy hood. He took a tentative sniff; it was virtually odorless. Jacob expected to smell pee, and was pleasantly surprised. Slowly, he leaned in, close ehough to kiss it. Then he extended his tongue, probing between Rebecca's rubbery labia. He used his hands to spread her thighs wider, opening up her cleft to his tongue. "Harder," Rebecca urged him. Jacob complied, digging his tongue in deeper, tasting a flavorless moisture in her passage. "Higher," she said, reaching down to guide him towards her clit, which had begun to swell in response to his tongue. Jacob found the hooded pearl, the center of her pleasure, and swirled his tongue over it. "Ooooh...right there," Rebecca cooed. "Don't stop!" Jacob licked and lashed Rebecca's tiny clitoris like a friendly puppy, urged on by her moans and sighs. He'd just had a crash course in female anatomy and was putting it to good use. Rebecca squirmed and shivered with delight as he ravished her virgin pussy with his mouth. Then it occurred to him to use his fingers as well, and he began to probe her tight passage, made slick by his saliva. Rebecca gasped and let out a little cry when she felt his finger enter her sex, rocking her hips back and forth, seeking more of the delicious sensation of friction his finger produced. She'd tried on more than one occasion to probe her own passage, but dryness made it anything but pleasant. Now the slick finger inside her felt almost as good as the tongue on her clit. "Oh God...oh God..." Rebecca cried out as she climaxed, pinning her thighs against Jacob's shoulders. Had he not seen her sister in the same throes, Jacob would have been worried that he'd hurt her. But he now knew that she was coming, enjoying the same pleasure she'd given him with her mouth. Rebecca finally scooted back when she'd had enough. Her face and chest were flushed, and her tiny nipples were almost painfully erect. She looked at Jacob, with his wet face and puffy lips and felt an upwelling of love and passion. Pouncing like a lioness, the little girl fell upon the young boy, kissing him as she fumbled with the snap and zipper of his shorts. Jacob helped her, stripping off his shorts and underwear, and laying back on the bed of moss, his penis pointing up at the sunlit sky. In a frenzy of passion, Rebecca fell on Jacob, greedily licking and sucking his cock. She was jackknifed against his body, head to toe, her hands busy with his shaft and balls as her mouth ravished his erection. Jacob reached for her legs and made her scoot over so her wet pussy was once again in front of his face. From this angle, he could see every part of how she was made, from her puckered asshole to her bald mound. He parted her labia with his thumbs and peered inside her moist pussy, seeing the passage he'd probed with his fingers. Once again, he pressed his mouth to her hole, using his tongue to fuck her virgin cunny. He felt but could not hear Rebecca moaning while she sucked him, a pleasant vibratory feeling on his cock. As Rebecca sucked and manipulated his stiff penis, Jacob's attention turned to the girl's tight little asshole. Again, Jacob pictured himself behind her, his hard cock slowly penetrating her snug anus, her sphincter gripping his tool. Just one mental thrust into her bottom was enough to send him over the edge, and he had an intense but dry orgasm, strong enough to make him pull back, out of Rebecca's mouth. "Did I hurt you?" she asked. "No, I came," he replied. His cock was so sensitive after orgasm that even the feeling of it pressed against Rebecca's chest was almost too much. He slid out from under her, leaving the girl on her hands and knees on the moss. She looked beautiful like that, her soft little ass ready for the taking. On an impulse, before she could get up, Jacob knelt behind her and began licking her ass crack. "What are you...?" she asked, surprised at this unexpected action. It never occurred to her that her ass could be a source of pleasure. It just seemed so dirty to her, even if she was still clean from the bath. But Jacob's tongue felt really good as it probed her bottom, and his fingers had found her secret spot, manipulating her slippery clit. She was disappointed when he stopped. Then she felt what could only be his cock, pressing against her tight little ass. "What are you doing, Jacob?" "I wanna stick it in your bottom," he said, matter-of-factly. "Is it gonna hurt?" "I dunno," he said. "Maybe." "If it does, will you stop?" "Okay," Jacob said, surprised that she hadn't outright refused. "Will you lick on me after?" Rebecca asked. She decided she could endure a bit of discomfort if it meant a lot of pleasure afterwards. "Sure," Jacob said. "Okay, do it," Rebecca said. Jacob pressed his hard cock against her tight hole, feeling it yield just a bit. When he pressed further, Rebecca yelped and leaned forward, away from his cock. "Ow," Rebecca said. Despite the sharp pain, she made no effort to get up. "Lemme try something," Jacob said. He spit on his cock a few times, making it nice and slick. Then he leaned forward and licked Rebecca's asshole again, slobbering on it until it glistened with his saliva. He used his finger to work his spit inside her. It must have worked, because she didn't cry out. When he put his cock against her bottom and pushed, she didn't move away this time. On the contrary, Rebecca pushed back against him. Suddenly, his cock popped inside her tight little hole. "Does that hurt?" he asked her. "A little," she said. "Want me to stop?" "No," Rebecca said, thinking about Jacob licking her pussy. She reached down and rubbed her little button, still slick from his earlier licking, deciding that this wasn't all that bad. As Jacob started fucking her tender little bottom, Rebecca began to get into it. She'd heard her sisters talk about doing this with various boys, and until now she didn't understand the appeal. Now it dawned on her that boys really liked it, the tight, hot sensation of ass muscles gripping a hard cock. What's more, she had the sense that this was especially naughty and nasty, and that gave her a thrill inside, like some inner button was being rubbed, just as she was rubbing her slick little clit. It didn't take Jacob long to come in Rebecca's ass. Just as well, since the friction was making all the saliva dry up. It was the sight of his stiff little prick disappearing inside Rebecca's tight hole again and again that sent him over the edge. He buried himself inside her bottom, his whole body quivering with orgasmic release. Rebecca felt him shudder, heard his moans and final gasp, and was glad that it was all over so soon. Jacob pulled out after he came, surprised that his cock wasn't covered in shit. True to his word, he licked Rebecca's delicious young pussy until she came again. Afterwards, they lay together on the moss, kissing and caressing each other. Rebecca had to go, however, and they parted with a kiss and a promise to meet here again. She slipped on her dress, gathered her wildflowers from where they lay, and scampered off into the woods, heading home. Jacob lay alone on the moss for a while before getting up. As he was about to head back to the creek, he noticed something yellow bunched up on the grass. It was Rebecca's panties; she'd forgotten to put them back on before she left. Jacob picked up the panties and indulged his first urge, to sniff them. He caught a scent of soap, but not a trace of little Becca's scent. Not sure of what to do, he slipped them in the pocket of his shorts so he could return them to Rebecca the next day. ~o o~ Micah Timmons crouched in the woods, holding his backpack. He and his brother returned from the warehouse that morning, the drive timed so that they'd miss church services but arrive home in time for Sunday dinner. After unloading the truck - and stashing the box of lingerie in the basement - Micah had enough time to head off to the woods and a bit of privacy. He'd brought a backpack filled with a variety of masturbatory aids: panties and bras, hand lotion, and a porn magazine he'd filched from the stack in the warehouse bathroom. Micah was heading towards his private spot when he heard a young girl's voice, a short cry of pain. Stealthily, he crept to a spot where he could see what was going on, spying on Jacob and Rebecca as he made his first attempts to stick his cock in her butt. Micah stayed and watched the whole time, from the all-too-brief assfucking to Jacob's eating of Rebecca's tasty pussy. But what really made an impression on him was when Jacob picked up Rebecca's discarded panties, sniffed them, and stuffed them in his pocket. Was it possible that Jacob was a panty fiend like he was? He needed to find out, and with that in mind he abandoned his hiding place and walked into the little mossy clearing where Jacob was straightening up his clothing. Jacob turned with a start, unaware that he'd been watched. "How long have you been there, Micah?" Jacob asked. "Not long," Micah said. "Just a few minutes." "What are you doing here?" Jacob asked. "Same as you," Micah replied. "Just wanted to be alone for a while." He reached into the backpack and pulled out the magazine. Even though he'd come twice into a living, breathing girl, porn magazines were rare enough to hold an appeal for Jacob. The promise of new information and pictures of men and women who looked nothing like the residents of the valley were strong temptations for any Salem Valley boy. "I brought these, too," Micah said, pulling some panties from his backpack. "What are those for?" Jacob asked. "For wearing," Micah said. "Why?" "Because it feels good," Micah replied. It was beginning to occur to him that maybe the younger boy didn't share his special interest in underwear. "Huh," Jacob said. Though he loved catching a glimpse of girls' panties from time to time, and pictures in catalogs had been particularly stimulating, wearing them never occurred to him. "I know you have a pair in your pocket," Micah said. "Yeah, Becca left them." "Try them on," Micah urged. "You first," Jacob said, nodding towards Micah's backpack. The older boy accepted the dare willingly. After all, that's why he was out in the woods. He pulled out the ruffled pair he'd worn at the warehouse, stepped out of his sneakers, jeans, and jockeys, and pulled the frilly undies up his legs, hiking them up so they fit snug around his bottom, betraying his erection up front. Jacob was conflicted. He especially liked the sight of lacy, ruffled panties on a young girl's round bottom, but these looked especially good on Micah's slender body. He felt like reaching out and rubbing Micah's cock through the silky material. Instead, he pulled off his own shorts and underwear and drew Rebecca's yellow cotton panties up his legs. They were hand-me-downs from Tamar, big on Becca, big on Jacob as well. The cotton material was soft and thin from so many washings, but the lacy waistband and legbands were tight enough to keep the panties from falling down. Jacob felt how soft the panties seemed against his bottom, realizing that he was erect again, his stiff cock tenting the front of the panties. "See what I mean?" Micah said, noticing the younger boy's erection. Micah stroked his own cock through his panties before pulling the front of them down, tucking the waistband under his cock and balls. Jacob noted that Micah wasn't much bigger than he was, though he did have a few hairs growing around the base of his penis. Jacob was still hairless. Micah stared at Jacob's panties as he stroked himself. The sight of another boy in panties was exciting. He felt his orgasm approaching but backed off, hoping to prolong his pleasure. Finally, Jacob joined Micah in pleasuring himself, first through the thin cotton material, then the same way as Micah, with waistband tucked under his tight little balls. Two orgasms had left him dry and sensitive, though, so he spit on his hand for lubrication. "Here, use this instead," Micah said, pulling the bottle of hand lotion from his backpack. "Just a drop." He squeezed some into Jacob's palm and the younger boy applied it to his penis. Much better, he thought, better than spit. With his free hand, Jacob caressed his pantied bottom, savoring the feeling of the soft material on his ass. He thought Micah weird at first for wanting to wear girls underwear, but now he understood the appeal. Aided by the slick hand lotion, he brought himself to a quick but intense orgasm. Seeing Jacob come, even if he didn't spurt semen yet, was a potent trigger for Micah. He stopped holding back and stroked his hard cock until he came, producing a tiny pearl of clear semen from the tip of his dick. Afterwards, as his cock softened, he skinned off the ruffled panties and selected another pair from his backpack, a black lace thong that barely covered his little balls. "Wanna read the magazine for a while?" Micah asked Jacob, who nodded. "Can I wear these for a bit?" Jacob asked, picking up the ruffled panties. "Sure," Micah replied. Jacob took off Rebecca's cotton panties and donned the frilly undies. Smoothing out the lacy waistband, he turned to look at the rows of lace that ran across his round little bottom. He liked what he saw, and wondered if Chastity had a pair like this at home. She was probably too old, but there were boxes of old clothes in the attic. Maybe he'd find a pair up there. The two panty-clad boys sat down together and looked through the porn magazine. It was pretty raunchy stuff, young-looking adult women dressed like schoolgirls and cheerleaders, with plenty of shots of white cotton panties being pulled down or aside to reveal a neatly shaved pussy. The boys lingered over the panty shots, their erections quickly returning, and stroked themselves. "Lemme see you again," Micah said. When Jacob pulled the front of the frilly panties down, Micah remarked, "Pretty big for a kid your age." "Thanks," Jacob said, proud to get a compliment from an older boy. "Lemme see you." Micah pulled the front of his thong aside, revealing his erection with its nest of sparse hair. "When did you start growing that?" Jacob asked. "Couple, three months back." Without asking, Micah reached over to stroke Jacob's hard cock. His hand, slick with lotion, felt really good, Jacob thought. He reached over and began to jerk Micah's cock. He'd done this before with friends, but this somehow felt different. The boys sat together, rubbing each other's cocks. "Wanna put it in me?" Micah asked. "In your mouth?" "Nah, my butt." "Yeah, okay," Jacob said. "Can I wear those while we do it?" Micah asked, pointing to Rebecca's yellow cotton panties, lying on the moss. "Okay," Jacob said. Micah stripped off his thong and put on Becca's soft panties, handed down from Leah and Tamar. They felt incredibly soft, and Micah was tempted to take them, but decided that they were rightly Jacob's. He knew it was wrong to deprive his new panty friend of these wonderfully comfortable undies. Micah greased up Jacob's cock with plenty of hand lotion before pulling down the back of his panties and pushing some inside his hole. He'd been well used by Amos and Aaron over the last couple of days and there was little resistance. Then he got on his hands and knees on the moss while Jacob knelt behind him. Micah could feel the tip of Jacob's cock press against his sphincter. First the head popped in, then the length of Jacob's hard shaft entered Micah's bottom. There was hardly any pain at all, just the pleasurable feeling of being filled with a hard little cock. Jacob was surprised at the ease with which he penetrated Micah's bottom. Unaware that the older boy had taken two larger cocks over the preceding couple of days, he figured that the lotion was responsible. He'd remember to bring some along the next time he went to the woods with Rebecca. Micah wasn't as tight as she was, but the way he pushed back against his hips was just as pleasurable. He liked letting Micah do the work, and the older boy's ass felt like a tight slick fist stroking his erection. He looked down at his cock disappearing inside Micah's bottom and for some reason thought of his sister Chastity. Her ass was rounder and softer than Micah's or Rebecca's. Jacob imagined pulling her cotton briefs down her ass and entering her bottom. Just a few strokes later he was shuddering as he came in Micah's ass. Quickly, he pulled out of the boy's bottom and sat down on the moss. "That was cool," Micah said. "Yeah," Jacob said, leafing through the magazine. "Can I do you?" Micah asked. "Huh?" "Can I do you now?" Micah repeated. "Um..." Jacob hesitated. He knew it hurt; Rebecca's pained yelp proved that. Then again, there was no lotion when they did it, just saliva. Out of curiousity, Jacob had stuck a pencil up there once. Even dry, that didn't really hurt. "Yeah, okay," he said. Micah liked it, even Rebecca got into it after the initial pain. Micah had Jacob get into the same position, hands and knees. He pulled down the lacy bottom of Jacob's panties and worked some hand lotion into his tight hole. Jacob winced when Micah's fingers penetrated him, but the older boy was gentle and used plenty of lotion. Finally, his fingers withdrew and Jacob felt the slippery tip of Micah's cock press against his asshole. Jacob took a deep breath and steeled himself against the pain. When it came, there wasn't much of it. It was like taking a dump after not going for a few days. Jacob strained against Micah's invading cock, as if on the toilet, and this seemed to ease the passage of the older boy's hard cock. He could feel his ass stretch out a bit as Micah's shaft slowly wormed its way inside his bowels. He got used to the feeling, trying to find the pleasure in this new sensation. Reaching down, he tugged at his half-hard dick, bringing it back to life. Micah was almost completely inside Jacob's tight little ass now. He looked down to watch his cock disappear inside the younger boy's bottom. Just as stimulating was the sight of the lacy ruffled panties around Jacob's thighs, as well as the puffy yellow cotton dainties he was now wearing. The heat of their bodies made the hand lotion slicker, easing the passage of Micah's hard cock. He began to thrust, pushing Jacob's hips back and forth, producing a delicious sensation from the tight muscle that gripped his shaft. Micah had enjoyed being used by Amos and Aaron at the warehouse. Wearing the frilly ruffled panties made him feel like a little sissy girl, meant only for the pleasure of older boys and men. He sucked their cocks hungrily, took them in his ass willingly, letting them use his body to satisfy their manly desires. Now he had a younger boy in this position, and he enjoyed this, too. Not just the raw sensual pleasure of his dick in a tight hole, but the power he had over the younger boy, that this tender young boy in frilly undies was here for his pleasure. With thoughts like these, Micah drew close to his release. He fucked Jacob faster now, with short, quick strokes, holding the younger boy's hips as he rocked him back and forth on his cock. Jacob was rapidly stroking his dick while the older boy fucked him, Micah's cock hitting a certain spot inside him that felt vaguely pleasurable. He might not crave this, but he could grow to enjoy it somewhat. Jacob felt the older boy's cock throb inside him, and Micah tightened his grip on his hips as he began to come. He gasped and let out a deep breath as he climaxed, finally releasing his hold and pulling out of Jacob's bottom. Jacob rolled on to his side and rubbed his ass, tentatively probing his well-used bottom. Other than being slick with lotion, nothing was broken. No blood, no shit or anything else. He pulled off the ruffled panties and put his underwear and shorts back on. Meanwhile, Micah took off Rebecca's panties and handed them to his new panty friend. It had been a satisfying afternoon, better than he'd hoped. "I gotta go," Jacob said, stuffing the yellow panties in his pocket. "Dinner." "Yeah, me too," Micah said. "See you around." "Later," Jacob said, taking his own path through the woods, across the creek, towards home. ~o o~ While Jacob Reinhart and Rebecca Ingersoll were frolicing in the mossy woods, Prudence Martin, the granddaughter of Pastor Gilmore, was looking to put her newfound knowledge to some good use. On the edge of the woods outside the village was an old cabin, built and abandoned before Salem Valley's first settlers arrived. Made of stout, rough-hewn logs, its windows long gone, the cabin had long been a makeshift clubhouse for some of the children of the valley. Its uses ranged from the innocent, like a starting point for games of hide and seek, to more worldly purposes. When a teenager managed to get his hands on some purloined liquor, cigarettes, or harder substances, this is where he'd go to share his booty with his friends. Often, there would be some sort of sex play, especially during the colder months when it was too chilly to play in the woods. Prudence tiptoed around the cabin and put her ear to one of the windows. The glass had long since been broken; now cardboard and duct tape kept out the chill during fall and winter. She could hear voices inside, and she listened until she could be sure her friend Charity Smith was inside. Charity was a year older and was her closest friend. Prudence swallowed hard and knocked on the door. A teenaged boy with an unruly mop of hair opened the rude wooden door. Luke, Charity's brother, was fourteen and the heartthrob of just about every girl in town. He had piercing blue eyes and a lean, muscular build. Outside, he could be a teen idol. Here in the valley, he was a handsome farmer's son. "Oh, hey," Luke said. "Char, your friend's here." "C'mon in, Pru," Charity said. Luke held the door open while Prudence stepped inside. Someone had swept out the cabin since the last time she was here, getting rid of the beer cans and cigarette butts that had littered the floor. A pair of wooden bunks were built into one wall, one on top of the other. On the opposite wall was a fireplace built from small stones and mortar. No fire burned, a pile of ashes and charred wood remained inside. Charity sat on the floor against the wall since, except for the bunks, there was no furniture, any chairs and tables having been burned for firewood long ago. Next to her sat Hope Cunningham, also ten years old. Across from them, in the middle of the floor, sat Simon Cunningham, a fifteen-year-old shepherd boy, and his brother Samuel, who was thirteen. As Prudence took a seat against the wall next to her friend, Luke squatted across from her, next to Simon. He pulled an oblong white object from his shirt pocket along with a book of matches. Luke put the white thing between his lips and lit it with a match, inhaling deeply and passing the lit object to Simon, who did the same before passing it to Samuel. Sam took a deep drag and coughed up some smoke. Luke and Simon laughed, and Sam's face was red with embarassment. Hope took the joint next, taking a small puff, then Charity, who inhaled a bit more smoke. She passed it to Prudence, who stared at it before placing it between her lips and inhaling. The smoke was harsh in her throat and had a sweet, pungent smell. She passed the joint back to Luke and exhaled a gout of smoke. The joint went around the room twice more until it was just a stub, which Luke pocketed. "Good stuff," Simon declared. "Got it from my bro," Luke said. "He was at the warehouse this weekend." "What else did he bring back?" Simon asked. "Just this," Luke said, pulling a flask of peach schnapps out of his hip pocket. "Oh, and these," he said, tossing a pack of cigarettes on the floor. "What did you have to do for that?" Simon asked. "He gave me half his chores for two weeks," Luke replied. "Totally worth it." The schnapps bottle went around the room, along with the cigarettes. Prudence took a sip from the bottle and found it not unpleasant. The cigarette she could have done without, but she didn't want to look uncool. The pot and liquor began to take effect, and she felt lightheaded and euphoric, eagerly anticipating what she knew was about to come. Luke was the first to make a move, helping Hope to her feet and guiding her over to the bunk. He took off his jacket and helped Hope slip her dress off over her head. Then he undid his pants and pulled them down around his knees before sitting down on the bunk. Hope, wearing only a pair of pink and white cotton bikini panties, sat next to him, leaned over, and began to suck his hard young cock. Though she was only ten, she managed to get most of his nearly adult sized penis in her mouth. Whatever she couldn't fit she wrapped her hand around and stroked. Charity and Simon were next. He unzipped his jeans and laid on the floor while she took off her dress, bunched it up into a cushion for her knees, and knelt between his legs, sucking his fat, stubby organ with loud slurping sounds. That left Prudence and Sam. He came over to where she was sitting and put his hand on her thigh, moving it up under her short dress until his fingertips were touching her through her panties. Prudence felt like her head was swimming as she spread her legs to give him easier access to her panty-clad pussy. His fingers, rubbing her labia through the thin material, made her all tingly inside. She reached into his lap and felt his hard cock through his denim jeans. Sam unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and fished out his cock. Compared to the pastor's, it was about the same length but thinner and smoother. Prudence circled her fingers around it and began to stroke Sam's silky young cock. Prudence could sense Sam's anticipation, his desire not to be the only boy in the room whose cock wasn't being sucked. At the same time, she was really enjoying what his fingers were doing between her legs. Still, she slipped off her dress like the other two girls and leaned over, putting her head on his stomach. His cock was only an inch from her mouth. All she had to do was reach out and bend it just a bit, which is what she did, aiming the head towards her lips. Sam's hand was now inside the waistband of her panties, caressing her soft bottom. Prudence used her tongue to bathe the head of Sam's cock while she stroked the shaft with her hand, just as she'd done for the pastor the night before. She could hear Sam sigh with pleasure as she swirled her tongue all over his pointy glans, stroked his shaft, and from time to time squeezed his balls through his underwear. Meanwhile, Sam's hand moved from the back of Prudence's white cotton panties to the front. He probed between her hairless pussy lips with his fingers and, finding her young pussy a bit dry, pulled his hand out of her panties so he could lick his fingers. He slipped his hand back under her panties and probed some more, the saliva making his fingertips slippery. As Prudence slowly sucked his throbbing cock, Sam found her little button and started rubbing it, making her moan softly around the hard penis in her mouth. Her own moisture began to flow, making his fingers even more slick, his touch more pleasurable. She heard Hope over on the bunk, choking and gagging, and looked up to see her spitting out a large amount of something white and thick. Chastity looked up as well before resuming her blowjob. Prudence had a good view of her friend's bottom as she sucked Simon's hardness; her friend's hand was busy inside her own panties as her head bobbed up and down. As comfortable as Prudence was, she decided to get up on her hands and knees in order to suck more than just the head of Luke's cock. Bunching her dress up so her knees wouldn't get splinters, she knelt over Sam's crotch and began to suck him with long, slow strokes. He seemed to enjoy this because she could hear him start to breathe harder and moan softly. As he lost himself in his pleasure, Sam's fingers stopped flicking Prudence's little bean. Out of the corner of her eye, Prudence could see Charity lift her head up from Simon's lap. He leaned over and pried up a loose floorboard, pulling out a white plastic tube. Getting up from the floor, Simon knelt behind Charity, still on her hands and knees. Prudence watched as Simon uncapped the tube and poured a thick clear gel on his glistening cock, rubbing it in with his slick fingers. Then he pulled down Charity's cotton panties and squired more of the goo between her ass cheeks. He used his fingers to work the lubricant into her bottom, gently probing her hole. Prudence saw that Charity actually liked this, looking back at Simon and smiling as he fingered her bottom. Then he pulled his fingers out and aimed his cock between her cheeks, shiny with the clear jelly. Charity had a look of intense concentration on her face as his cock sank deeper and deeper inside her tight hole. Sam was watching them as well, and the sight of the young girl eagerly taking a teenaged cock inside her ass had a predictable effect. His cock throbbed inside Prudence's mouth, weeping a clear fluid that made her tongue slippery. Sam's hand shifted to the back of her panties, his finger finding her tender bottom hole, gently pressing against it. Prudence redoubled her efforts, sucking him harder and faster, her tongue bathing his smooth shaft with every stroke. Suddenly, Sam gasped and his cock spasmed between her lips, filling her mouth with thick, hot, bitter semen. Prudence didn't know whether to spit or swallow. She just held his sperm in her mouth as his cock softened, afraid to let it go lest it spill all over his lap. Sam's cock softened and fell out of her mouth along with a small amount of cum. Prudence decided to choke it down in one gulp, then she reached for the flask of peach schnapps and washed Sam's semen down with a big shot of liquor. She sat back on her feet and saw Sam smile at her, his eyes hooded, stoned and happy. The pot had less of an effect on Prudence than the schnapps, which left her with a warm feeling throughout her small body, and an unrelenting horniness. She sat next to Sam and watched Simon pound Charity in the ass, hard stroke after hard stroke, his thighs slapping against her creamy white ass cheeks. On the bunk, Luke had Hope's pretty pink panties off and was languidly tongueing her bald pussy. She was leaning back with her eyes closed and a contented look on her face. Prudence wished Sam would do the same to her, but he was too wasted at this point, so she took matters into her own hands. Reaching into the front of her panties, she began to press her fingertip against her special spot, indirectly stimulating her tiny clit. Simon let out a hoarse groan and his ass quivered as he sank his cock balls deep into Charity's upturned ass. He gave a couple of last deep strokes and quickly pulled out. Prudence caught a glimpse of Charity's asshole, stretched open and leaking thick semen. She quickly pulled up her panties, got up, and shook the dust and pebbles out of her dress. On the bunk, Luke got tired of licking Hope's pussy and was lighting another joint. Hope sat against the wall, half asleep, he pink panties dangling from one ankle. Next to Prudence, Sam was asleep, softly snoring. Prudence shared the joint and some more schnapps with Luke, Simon, and Charity before getting dressed and leaving, feeling vaguely unfulfilled. Back at her house, Prudence had just enough time before dinner to take a shower and brush her teeth, washing away the traces of her tryst at the cabin. Throughout Sunday dinner she was restless and irritable. She excused herself after eating and left the table early, heading up to her bedroom. Prudence counted to 60 and sure enough, right on time, her mother was there, asking if she felt sick. Prudence begged her off, claiming she had a headache. Her mother felt her forehead, found no fever, and left Prudence alone in a darkened room to rest. There, Prudence finally found her release, using her fingers to bring herself off. ~o o~ That night, while the rest of the family sat in the parlor singing songs around the piano, Jacob Reinhart stole into the attic, climbing up the narrow staircase to the semi-finished upper story of his family's home. Half of the attic was set up as an extra bedroom, with a wide pine plank floor, a bed, a dresser, and a dusty full-length mirror on a free-standing wooden frame. The other half was set aside for storage, filled with boxes and trunks, old furniture, and an antique sewing machine on a cast-iron stand. Jacob maneuvered through the stacks, stepping softly so as not to make the joists squeak, until he found what he was looking for: boxes of his sister's old clothing. She was the Reinharts only daughter but there was still the possibility that she'd someday have a younger sister who could wear these hand-me-downs. Jacob took out a penknife and carefully slit the brown paper tape that held the boxes closed. He clamped a small penlight between his teeth and began to rummage through the carefully folded clothing. The first box was the oldest, containing infant and toddler clothes. There was a pair of ruffled panties but they were tiny. He'd tear them if he tried them on. The next box held clothes that Chastity had worn from four to six years old. In this one, Jacob found two pairs of ruffled undies, one almost as small as the first, another pair that might fit if stretched out a bit. He placed the second pair in a paper sack he'd brought from the kitchen. A third box contained the most recent clothes that his sister had worn from ages ten to twelve. There were no ruffled frillies, but other items caught Jacob's interest: plain white cotton panties, some with dainty prints, and Chastity's first training bras. He placed these, along with a lacy nylon slip and a pretty floral sundress in the bag. He opened the last box and hit paydirt. This one held clothes that Chastity wore from ages six to eight, including three pairs of the coveted ruffled panties, two of them big enough to fit Jacob's slim hips. There were other, plainer pairs, mostly white and pink cotton. Jacob snatched some of these, leaving some behind to avert suspicion. He also grabbed a frilly nightie he remembered Chastity used to wear, short enough to treat him to an occasional panty flash when she wore it to breakfast. Jacob was about to sneak back downstairs when he heard footsteps on the stairway leading to the attic. He froze for a moment and then tiptoed back among the boxes, hiding in the shadows behind a tall oaken armoire. He thought someone must have heard him sneaking around and came up to investigate. But instead of a flashlight beam piercing the darkness, he heard two hushed voices: his father's and Chastity's. Zachariah Reinhart lit a lamp and sat down on the bed, and then his daughter sat on his lap. The spoke in low whispers, saying things Jacob could not make out, and then they kissed. It wasn't the chaste kiss of father and daughter. It was a full-on, lips and tongues kiss, full of heat and passion. As Jacob peeked from behind the armoire, he saw his father's hand disappear under Chastity's short pink dress. The way she spread her legs meant that he was fingering her through her panties. Soon, Chastity got up from her father's lap. The older man dropped his trousers, pulled down his briefs, and sat down on the bed again. Chastity took the pillow from the bed and placed it at his feet, kneeling between his thighs. She looked up at her father before leaning her head down into his lap. Jacob could only see the back of her head from his vantage point, but there was no mistaking the bobbing of her head for anything other than a blowjob. The fathers and daughters - and mothers and sons - of Salem Valley had always had "special relationships". Even Jacob's mother had pumped his little penis with her fingers when he was younger, saying that it would make him grow bigger. But it was another thing to actually see it. Jacob now realized that his sister and father had been going off a lot together recently. He'd seen them coming out of the building that held the wine press the other day, and last week he'd heard their voices in her bedroom. Zachariah called his daughter "Daddy's girl" often, innocent enough, though now the phrase took on a new meaning. Jacob watched his sister's head bobbing in her father's lap for what seemed like an hour, though it was closer to ten minutes. He could see his father's legs quiver and heard him let out a grunt. Chastity's head stopped bobbing, and Jacob heard her swallowing twice. Then she got up and pulled her dress over her head, standing between her father's legs. As she unclasped her bra, Zachariah pulled her panties down her long slender legs. She stepped out of them and, as her father sat back on the bed, she lay across his bare legs. Her father parted her thighs, licked his fingers, and began rubbing her tender pussy. Chastity let out a series of soft moans and cries as her father manipulated her clit and fondled her pert little breasts. He looked like a man playing a dulcimer, one hand plucking her secret pearl, the other rubbing and pinching her nipples. He brought her to the edge of climax time and time again, only to slow down, heightening his daughter's pleasure. Finally, when she could stand it no more, he brought Chastity to her orgasm. She had a balled fist in her mouth, muffling her cries of pleasure, but Jacob could hear them and he wondered if the the sound carried down the narrow stairway. After lying together for a few minutes, Chastity got up and dressed while her father pulled his briefs and trousers up. He went downstairs first, followed a couple of minutes later by his daughter. Jacob counted to 200 before grabbing the paper bag and heading downstairs to his room. Jacob was one of the few children in Salem Valley to have his very own room, even if it was kind of small. In part, this was due to his father's relative wealth, in part due to the age difference between he and Isaac. This meant that he could safely hide the contents of the paper bag. There was a little door in the wall of his closet, meant to provide access to the pipes of the adjacent bathroom. Jacob unfastened the screws that held the door in place with his penknife. Before he hid the bag of clothes, he took a pair of his sister's panties out of the bag and stuffed them under his pillow. Later on, after everyone was in bed, he'd slip out of his pajamas, put the lavendar cotton panties on, and rub himself until he came. ~o o~ © 2008 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com