Book 02 Chapter 01: Mouse Hole
A note to my readers:
I know that one of the keys to successful erotic stories is the rampant and unrestrained inclusion of sex, sex, sex, everywhere, and without limits. There is sex in this first chapter, but not as much as the previous chapters. There's a lot more story. Mouse fans will like that part, the story, but you have to be patient, and you have to be invested in Mouse.
If you are looking for something more immediately arousing, simply put this aside until later, when you will be better able to enjoy it.
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<8 Words
Michael was in a state of mild shock. His little sister, whom he both teasingly and affectionately called Mouse, was intelligent, imaginative and energetic. She expelled ideas like other people expelled breaths, and she turned many of them into something substantive. She created clothing, cartoons, artworks and, apparently, stories and poems. Private, secret, sinful stories and poems.
He'd known that his sister had long enjoyed various incest fantasies, mostly about him, to his own lasting pleasure. She had also let on that she had strong fantasies about being with their father, but she presented them with a combination of glassy eyed lust and a cold, hard realism. It could never happen, she had said. Her relationship with her father was too special to her, and, in the end, surrendering to her passions would hurt them both, and her father would never hurt her, ever.
Michael looked down at his own cock under the desk. It was softening now, flopped against his thigh. It glistened with his own cum and his sister's love. He could imagine her beautiful face there, still. He listened to the sound of the shower running down the hall as the pleasant image faded.
Michael looked again at the words on the computer screen. It was a story, written by Mouse, about Mouse. At least, Michael hoped it was a story.
"I watched Tammy frantically kissing Daddy, as Lori nibbled playfully on his ear. Donna licked and teased Daddy's left nipple. He held her head there with one hand entangled in her fire red hair, occasionally slipping it gently down to caress her freckled shoulder, while his other hand massaged Tammy's large, pliant breast. Lily stood off to the side, shifting from foot to foot, quietly watching with a look of pained, un-sated lust on her face.
"Meanwhile, I was riding Daddy's cock like it was the last cock on earth, making whorish, but unrecognizable squeals every time I lowered myself down onto his full, exquisite length. I glared at the blindfold over his eyes, wishing desperately that it would fall away and reveal my presence to him, letting him know that it was his own, sweet little girl willingly riding his cock like a complete, unrestrained, and gloriously happy slut.
"We, or I should say Tammy, Lori, Donna and Lily, had seduced Daddy so easily. I had thought that he would hold out longer, that my daddy, of all of our daddies, would resist at least some, although I couldn't blame him for giving in as easily as they all had.
"We were five very hot young co-eds, home for the summer and on the prowl for something wickedly sinful to do with all of our free time. The four that had seduced him did so shamelessly and irresistibly by our pool, with giggles, and wet t-shirts, and 'come fuck me' little girl looks. It didn't take long for them to get him upstairs, get the blindfold onto him, strip him naked, and start working on every part of his body with their hot little mouths and hands.
"The conspiracy, the formula for it all, had been my idea. We'd already done it to each of their fathers. I was the last, and the luckiest.
"Day after day we took turns, as opportunity allowed. We had to get rid of the moms, first, and any siblings.
"Four of us would seduce the fifth's father, always blindfolding him as soon as we could. Once things got far enough along, one girl would jump out, and his own daughter would jump in to take her place, unknown to him, first to lick and suck his cock, and then to have him fuck her wildly, in whatever position she'd chosen, maneuvered there with the help of the other girls.
"Tammy had taken it doggy style, Lori and Donna with their daddies on top and firmly in control. Lori's dad had been slow and gentle, just like Lori herself, while Donna's daddy had hammered her mercilessly, like a soldier just returned from years away at war. Lily had lain on her daddy backwards, with her father harshly squeezing her tits the whole time as she moaned and shrieked straight into his ear.
"Me, I liked it this way, on top, in control, and enjoying the sight of my friends enjoying him, and vice versa. But mostly, I wanted to see his face as I made him, my dear, sweet daddy, come inside me.
"This way, we had all finally gotten what we desperately wanted, and had talked about ceaselessly for years. We'd all gotten to fuck our daddies.
"I watched Tammy forcing her big tit into Daddy's mouth, as Donna moved from kissing Daddy's nipple to kissing Tammy with her own usual flavor of boundless lust, reaching out to her with a wet, gleeful tongue. Tammy, despite her own frequent protests of disinterest in other girls, responded just as gleefully to the offer of a lesbian kiss.
"I kept riding Daddy's cock with unending, whorish energy, and pride. I was the luckiest. I knew how jealous the other girls were. I could see it on their faces, as soon as I'd entered the room. My own dear daddy's sweet, sweet cock was without question the longest, and thickest, of all of our daddies.
"Then came the hardest part. I am not a quiet lay. I am a truly dirty whore, and proud of it. I like to say what I feel. I like my lover to know what I'm thinking and feeling. I desperately wanted to do it, to tell Daddy how wondrous his cock felt, and what he was doing to his whorish little girl. I wanted to beg him to come inside me.
"I had to bite down hard on my lower lip, to keep all of our secrets safe as I once again lowered myself smoothly, easily, and fabulously onto Daddy's giant cock."
Michael stopped reading as he heard the bathroom door open. Mouse was coming out.
He quickly closed the document window, then relaxed as he realized that Mouse had turned the other way, into her bedroom. He scanned the files, looking at the selection of other titles, looking for other stories that would teach him about his little sister's deepest, darkest desires, things he had never known before this trip to visit her.
<8 Communications
Two days earlier Michael had been sitting behind his office desk, glaring at his monitor. A swarm of e-mails taunted him from his in box. An entire morning of meetings and unexpected problems had stretched into the afternoon. Now he was left with a few scant hours to catch up on a whole day of questions and requests and pleas from his subordinates.
The list of unopened e-mails covered his screen, continuing who knew how much further down. He imagined he could actually feel them pooling on his lap and feet. He scanned the subject lines quickly, trying to pick out the important ones. One from Mouse jumped out at him. It had an attachment.
Damn it, he thought. He'd warned his sister before, don't send that stuff to his account at work. That meant it was out there in the company network, where people could see. Not likely, even company e-mail was considered private, but they could. He forwarded it to his home account, ready to delete this copy, when he couldn't resist opening it for a quick peek.
It was what he had expected, and more, another one of Mouse's funny, teasing cartoons. He had a whole collection by now. They all featured a sexy, female mouse, often accompanied by a cock nearly twice the mouse's size – his, he had always assumed.
This one comically showed a side view of a man's hairy stomach, balls and thighs, with the dick sticking out erect across the page, as if viewed close up. The cock had a noticeable upward bend just like his. The hairy stomach and legs were his, too, sadly. Her signature cartoon mouse was there, clinging beneath the prick, hanging on for dear life with both arms and legs, while dexterously planting a wet kiss just under the base of the cock head.
In keeping with her style, the only words on the page were "Squeak!" and "Smooch!". Michael grinned at it in spite of himself.
Michael's door opened. His secretary coasted into his office abruptly, startling him. He quickly, and he hoped not too guiltily, whipped the computer mouse across his desk to hit the close box on the image window. She dropped some papers on his desk while giving him a small smile. She did that a lot, and he liked it, so returning the smile came naturally, easily hiding his embarrassment.
