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Ben, his wife Christen, and his eighteen-year-old daughter Michelle lounged on the pale tan shores of the Outer Banks one sunny afternoon enjoying the last day of their vacation. Their nineteen-year-old son Martin stayed home attending community college classes that he couldn't afford to miss. His parents had drained the college fund they had set up for him, due to the crash in the economy and Ben's poor management skills.
When Martin's parents told him that they couldn't afford to send him to pre-med school because theyhad drained his college fund to save their home he blew up. Ben could see the betrayal in his son's eyes after all the years they had told him it would always be there if he ever chose to attend college.
Ben wasn't a bad looking guy at the age of 47, while he no longer had the muscled toned body of his youth he was still in decent shape. Then there was his wife as she sun bathed on that North Carolina shore. The faint scar from her C-section when she had complications with Michelle's birth was faintly visible on her forty-five-year-old body. While, some of the stretch marks could still be seen Christen took extremely, good care of herself. Ben knew how attractive his wife still was given the number of men stopping to look at her.
Then there was his daughter Michelle a spitting image of her mother at that age. While he wasn't attracted to his teenage daughter yet, her lithe body and small breasts did turn heads. Little did Ben know his family would be forever changed by that once innocent trip.
"My, what a handsome family you have there," said an unknown male voice. Ben jumped in his seat as he had thought they had the beach to themselves, at least that's what he had thought when they arrived that morning. Ben peered behind him as the elderly man stood twenty feet behind them. His red smoking jacket reminded Ben of another elderly man that was well known. "What brings you out here to this lone beach?" he asked his eyes scanning the sunbathing women. Wondering if the man had a son so he could finally have the one video to finish his taboo collection.
"Umm...just here on vacation," Ben said, the wind blowing through his salt and pepper hair as he rose. Something about the man, the way he was eyeing his wife and daughter, put him on edge. "Who might you be?" Ben asked putting himself between the man and his family.
"Ah, where are my manners, Howard Goldburg," he said smiling warmly as he held out his hand.
"Benjamin Strawter," he said shaking the man's hand.
"So, mind telling me why you're on my private island?" Ben arched an eyebrow wondering if it was true, or if the man was just trying to scare them off.
"We weren't informed that this island was owned by anyone," Christen said propping herself up on her elbows.
"Oh, this small island has been in my family for years. Not many know that it's privately owned however, why do you think there are no houses on it?" Howard said looking down at her hiding his lustful stare as he committed the shape of her breasts to memory. "Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not mad that you're enjoying the solitude of my island, far from it. It just had me curious as to why a family of three would linger here in a bird sanctuary rather than on the more populated beaches around here."
"I see, well we thought the last day of our stay here we'd just enjoy the scenery and then deal with the hassle," Ben said as relief flooded his mind glad they weren't going to be arrested for trespassing.
"A shame there isn't four of you," Howard sighed wondering if he would ever get that last piece.
"Actually our son had to stay behind," Christen said smiling sweetly at the old man as she approached her husband's side. Putting on her charm to keep their family on the man's good side.
"A son you say," Howard said fighting to keep himself from salivating. "How would you like to make enough money to ensure that your family never has to work another day in your lives?"
"This is some kind of trick right?" Ben asked his skepticism running high.
"Heavens no my good man," Howard said waving off the statement. "I'm willing to pay your family one hundred and fifty million dollars for say an hour or two of your time. However, you must have sex with each other, of course, this film will remain for my own private use," Howard said with an evil light spreading across his eyes.
"What do you mean have sex with each other?" Michelle asked intrigued by the amount he was offering.
"Incest my dear, I want to film you having sex with your father, your mother having sex with your brother etc. etc."
"You have to be insane," Christen gasped at what the man was asking.
"Quite possibly, yet my offer is real and trust me that amount is just a drop in the bucket for me," Howard smirked.
"Make it two hundred million and you've got yourself a deal," Ben said just hoping to drive the crazy old man away.
"Two hundred it is then," Howard said shaking Ben's hand vehemently. "Please come to my summer home we can relax in comfort, while my lawyer draws up the contract," he said gesturing towards the road that cut through his small island.
"No, way," Michelle gasped in shock at the remodeled plantation style, two story walled in home. "Dad, are you sure about this?" she asked looking over at him. She wasn't apprehensive over having sex with her father given the years she and Martin had heard their erotic moans through the paper thin walls of their home. Michelle learned a long time ago about sex due to her parents lax behavior about their sex life. There were times she even pleasured herself to their night time activities. Yet to actually have sex with her own father and brother that was so far out of her realm. Michelle was by far no means a virgin, however, could she truly go through with it.
"I don't know sweetheart we do need the money," Ben sighed heavily cutting off the engine.
"Ben this is crazy why would this man want us to do that?" Christen asked yet the sum of money he was offering was quickly overruling her common sense.
"I don't know, maybe he's into that sort of thing Christen. Do you want to back out of it? We can do that right now, however, if we go in there, and sign that contract you can be damn sure he'll make our lives miserable if we negate on our word," Ben said pointing towards his house.
"What about Martin, how are we to explain this to him?" Christen asked keeping her voice steady. She had always teased him about how handsome he was when he reached puberty. Telling him if he wasn't her son she would take him right there on the kitchen table. Now, she was going to put those words into action.
"If this is real we'll think of something baby," Ben said reaching over taking hold of her hand. "Just think of it Christen you can finally get out of that secretary job you hate so much, and I can stop coaching and travel like we always wanted. Martin can finally get into pre-med school like he had been dreaming of before my own mistake." Christen looked over at him as he sank into his failure. His open acceptance of it was one of the reasons she hadn't left him when she learned their whole retirement fund had been pissed away; because her husband had been scammed through the broker they both thought was legitimate.
"Yeah, we'll think of something," Christen said squeezing his hand. "Well, come on we shouldn't keep our host waiting."
"Come in, come in," Howard said gesturing happily as the Strawter family approached his front door. "My, aren't you a cute little thing bet the boys just can't enough of you," he said smiling warmly, at Michelle as he closed the door. "Would you like something to drink?" Howard said waving to the bar as they entered his parlor. Michelle giggled as she wiggled her ass for the leering old man.
"No, thank you Mr. Goldburg," Ben said sitting beside his daughter.
"Ah, yes one shouldn't drink and drive good thinking I like that, however, you don't mind if I do," Howard said smiling to ease the nervousness he saw in them.
"Mr. Goldburg," a soft female voice drifted in from behind the walnut door.