Jenny, a lovely petite girl of willowy stature and standing barely 5 feet, let the screen door slam behind her as she rushed in from school. She immediately headed for her room, calling out, “Mom, I’m home.”
When she entered it she went to the desk by her window and deposited her school books. As she turned around she saw her step-father leaning against the doorjam of her bedroom door and froze. “Whuh, what, are you doing home Artie? The car was gone, and, and I thought, you were at work. Where’s, muh, my Mom?” Jenny was totally intimidated by her step-father, ever since he told her and Patrick about her Mom’s car, and how he’d turn it over to the police if they didn’t do what he wanted.
“Well little Miss Princess,” Artie grinned at her with a lear, “Your Mom has gone to do some shopping in the city, and ain’t gonna be back til around 6. I want you to do something for me.”
“Whuh, what do, you, want, me to do Artie?” Jenny somehow knew what Artie had in mind. She hoped it wasn’t what she thought it was, but he’d made her do it before.
Artie crossed over to her bed and sat down. “Well now lets see.” He pretended he was thinking about it by scratching at his head in a thoughtful manner, then said, “First of all Sweetcakes, I want you to take them clothes off. Right here in front of me, real close up so I can see, you got that?”
“Aw, Artie,” Jenny began trembling, and she blushed. “Do I half to?”
“Yeah, Miss High and Mighty,” Artie mimicked her, “you half to. I wanna watch you peel them tight jeans off, take that tube top off, and show me your titties. Then I want you to pull them sheer panties I know you’re wearing down, and show me that sweet cunt and ass. I wanna see that hairy pussy.” Artie giggled and snorted. He already knew Jenny’s pussy was almost without a hair on it, but he loved to embarrass her, and tormented her every chance he got. “Now you little Bitch, get with it!”
"Buh, but I, don't wanna, do it Artie!" Jenny was almost in tears. She was deathly afraid of her Step-Father, and even more scared of what he might do to her.
“Shut your whining and get going,” Artie snarled, his patience wearing out.
Jenny, her lovely cheeks wet from her tears, began slowly removing her clothes. She unsnapped her Jeans and pushing them over her hips with a wiggle, let them drop to her ankles. She used each foot to slip out of her sneakers so she could step out of her pants. Next, hesitating only as long as she dared, she pulled her tube top over her head and let it drop beside her pants. Reaching behind her in that special way girls have, she unhooked her 32 D cup bra, and let it slide off her arms to land on top of her other clothes. Finally, her skin glowing a hot pink, she slipped her panties off her hips and let them fall, stepping out of them. “Now whuh, what, do, you want me, to do Artie?”
Artie looked her over, enjoying the power he had to dominate her. He still found her small athletic body a marvelous sight. Her pubescent appearance made her look like she’d not even reached puberty yet, and his mouth began watering inside just from looking. “You’re looking pretty good gal. I think I want you to do a little posing for me. I’m thinking I wanna bust my nuts,” he grinned at her embarrassment, “you know, choke my chicken? Beat my meat! You understand now?” Jenny understood alright! "Please, don't muh, make me Artie, please?" She had tears running out of her lovely Amber eyes now. Her lovely and perfect, but small nubile body, was shaking with her sobs. Real tears were beginning to flow.
Artie was sitting on Jenny's bed, leering at her beautiful naked, and divinely formed body. "Well thats too fucking bad, ain't it. You know what'll happen if you don't? What do ya think they'll do to your Mama when they find out about the little boy she killed?"
Jenny began sobbing harder. "Oh, Artie, yuh, you won't tell. you promised Nuh, not, to, tell Artie."
Artie grinned with satisfaction. He had the little bitch right where he wanted her. He was getting tired of her Mama anyways, and although he liked having this control over Jenny and Patrick, Jenny was getting a little too long in the tooth, and dear loveable Patrick was already rebelling. He'd ruin their tranquility alright, but after he had his little fun.
He thought back to the day he'd set it up with a photographer he'd been sent to. He'd not much liked the fat little fucker, but he could put up with him for the fat old fart's expertese. And he was going to use the old fart's work to embarrass the Holy living shit right out of the two little nurds and their Mama too! Boy, was he ever.
He grinned, "We'll see, we'll see. Now suppose you quit that fucking whining and crying, and turn around and spread them beautiful legs of yours. I wanna see that sweet pussy and hot little asshole of yours in all their naked glory."
Jenny really hated this. She felt so degraded and the tears were still running down her lovely face. "Duh, do I, huh, have to Ar, Artie?"
"Hell yes ya have to, ya dumb little bitch!" Artie was getting a little pissed off at the sobbing girl. "After all," he reasoned with himself, "I ain't fucking her, ain't hurting her, Hell! I ain't even fucking touching the little slut! So why's she whining so much about it?"
Jenny, tears of despair and frustration still coursing down her lovely cheeks, turned slowly and faced away from him. "At least," she thought angrily to herself, "I don't have to look at his ugly face!" It embarrassed her to know he was doing what he was doing, and getting pleasure from looking at her nakedness, but she was helpless. He'd had a club over them all since that night Mama'd run over that little boy when she was drunk. Jenny wished now they'd not been so hasty about leaving the scene, but they'd all been terrified of what the police would do. They'd gotten out and discovered the little boy was dead, so in pure panic, they'd jumped back in the car and fled the scene just as fast as they could go!
"Alright Baby," Artie was breathing raggedly, and eating Jenny's lush loveliness up with his eyes, "bend over at your waist and open your legs some more. Farther. Now reach back and pull those ass-cheeks apart. Umm, oh yeah! Thats better." Artie unzipped his pants and pulled his rock hard, swollen, inflamed cock out and began jacking off, while his inflamed lusting eyes devoured every inch of the fragil girl's lovely sweet looking pussy and succulent looking rose-bud asshole.
Jenny had done just like he said. She'd opened her legs wider. Then she'd bent over more, and after taking one of her naked cheeks in each hand, she pulled her bottom crack open wide.
Jenny knew what he was doing cause she could hear him. "At least," she thought to herself with resignation, "he's not making me watch, this time!"
As Jenny stood there holding the pose as directed, she let her thoughts wandered to earlier in the afternoon when Artie'd first told Patrick and her about the photo session he’d lined up. "Boy!" She grinned, remembering, "Patrick sure went ballistic, didn’t he? I thought he was gonna actually attack Artie!" She thought that the only thing that might have held him back was his size, and she wasn’t too sure about that! “After all,” she reasoned to herself, “Artie's much bigger. But Patrick's fear of what might happen to Mama, if Artie went back on his word and Told, was probably the real reason Patrick held back.” She thought, "My brother does have a real temper when he gets mad!"
She heard the sound of Artie pounding away. He was really beating his meat now, and it sounded to Jenny like he'd be finished pretty quick. She really hoped so! She was getting tired.
Her thoughts went back to the proposed photo session, and she decided she'd at least go and see what the photo session was all about. “Maybe it won't be so bad after all” she thought.
In the meantime, in another part of the city,
The man's name was Bernie Bradshaw, and he was a 54 year old amateur photographer. He had cold blue eyes and puffy full lips, and a hairline receding from the front, and trying it’s best to meet up with the growing baldness on the back. Bernie was a slob “but a loveable one,” he grinned to himself, recognizing his short comings. He knew he didn't cut much of a figure being over-weight with a big pot-belly and sallow complexion. He used to have horrible smelling breath, but he solved that problem when he had all his rotten teeth removed at the same time, and the best false ones made he could afford. This action on Bernie's part solved another major problem he'd had to live with. His teeth were perfect looking now, and Bernie was a real happy camper. “Yes indeed,” he smiled and thought to himself. “A real, real, happy camper.”
Bernie Bradshaw was an excellent photographer. He worked hard at it because it supported his most important hobby, pornography. He sold some of his work to select clients, but that wasn't his main goal. As far as Bernie was concerned, he didn't give a good fuck, or damn, if he ever sold another picture again. His photographic subjects were his main goal! He only had one rule he wouldn't break, not for anybody. All his photo sessions had to have two or more subjects in them, and they had to be a mixed lot. He didn't care how it was divided, as long as sex was represented by both sides. Whether it was two males and one female, or two females and one male didn’t matter one wit to Bernie. He preferred couples though because that made him the odd man out, and Bernie really did liked being the odd man out. One more thing, perhaps the most important thing of all to Bernie’s way of thinking. He insisted in his own participation. That was the most important part of the price for the photo sessions.
Bernie was not only versatile as far as sex preferences went, but he was very liberal minded, about ages as well. Bernie did have some limitations though! While he saw practically no limitations to be set for youth, he found out by trial and error that he kind of lost Interest, after the 4 score plus mark had been reached. Even THIS had no set rule though as far as Bernie was concerned. He'd had a few exceptions come down the pike, and he sincerely hoped he'd have some more suitable old codgers in the near future.
Later, in the evening,
Bernie really felt great tonight. He hummed as he hustled around his secret studio, getting ready for a brother and sister team. He'd had a few cases of incestuous relationships in the past, but not enough to suit him. Not at all! To Bernie's way of thinking, there was something special about family members performing sexual acts with each other. It excited him beyond all reason.
Tonight's session had been set up by the kid's stepfather, and that was allright with Bernie too. The man, named Artie, who he’d taken an immediate dislike to, had shone him pictures of the two young people. The boy looked young and his sister did too, but they weren't twins, at least not in the legal sense. Bernie supposed they could be Irish twins though. They were both gorgeous and beautiful to Bernie's discerning eyes. They both had dark hair, perfectly formed bodies, and the most beautiful amber eyes Bernie had ever seen in his misbegotten life.
Bernie finally got the stage set to his satisfaction. The lights and camera's were on their respective try-pods. The last thing Bernie had to do now, was check his sound system out. He had hidden mikes all over his special studio, and his reel-to-reel Sony was synchronized to his movie camera's. Bernie was a perfectionist, especially when it was for his own benefit and pleasure. And tonight, would, most certainly, be that!
As he moved around checking his equipment for the last time, he thought about his first meeting with Artie. Bernie, knowing the little foibles and quirks of weak men, had enticed Artie back to his office and plied him with a damned good bourbin, getting him really soused, drunk enough to worm the story out of him.
Artie had been so full of himself, describing in graphic detail about how he had the two kids and their Mama under his control. How he came to have it, and even where he’d hidden the proof.
