The Closet
                             by Larry Lawrence

       The old story about coming home early from a business trip and
catching your wife with another man must have been around since the men
of the tribe started going off hunting, leaving the women to keep the
home fires burning.  Like every good story, its appeal is largely in
the fact that it's so terribly possible it really hits home.  I should
know because that's exactly what happened to me.  Well, almost...but
that's what this story is about.
       I was booked to represent my company at the Consumer
Electronic's Show in Chicago.  I was to fly up for the weekend, make
sure everything was set up correctly, and then spend the entire week
working our booth during the show and wine and dine the bigger
clients.  I had already boarded the plane when the steward came up to
me saying I had a message at the boarding desk.  The message was that I
was to return to the office immediately, and that the trip had been
canceled.  I was pretty miffed at the botch-up, and when I debarked it
didn't help any to discover that my wife, who had dropped me off, had
already left.  I knew she was having dinner with some friends of ours,
so I didn't think much of it, figuring she was trying to beat the
traffic instead of sitting around waiting to see some plane take-off
when she probably wouldn't know which one I was on anyway.
       I caught a taxi to my office to find that we were having an
unannounced audit from corporate the following Monday, and it had been
decided to keep me home for that.  I did a quick study, deciding that I
would come in Saturday morning to get things organized.  Knowing my
wife wouldn't be home I stopped at a bar that serves dinner, and had a
few drinks while I ate.  In truth, I had quite a few, but what the
hell.  It was Friday night and I was trading a week in Chicago for an
audit; I deserved to relax a little.  The airline was sending my bags
to my house when they retrieved them so I was traveling light.  I
walked around the downtown area hitting a few bars, and finally took a
taxi home.
       When I got home the house had a few lights on, but it wasn't
nearly as bright as our kids usually keep it so I paused just a second
on the front walk to take a second look.  I saw several kids I didn't
know through the livingroom window and realized someone was having an
unauthorized party, probably Steve, my son.  We have two kids.  Steve
is the oldest at seventeen, and his sister Dawn is just fourteen.  I
have to admit that they've always been pretty good kids.  No trouble,
good grades, active, no drugs that we know of.  My wife and I had
always considered ourselves very lucky, especially after seeing all of
the trouble some of our friends have had with their brats.  So I wasn't
really too upset.  I was just going to scare them all a bit and break
up the party.  That's when I decided it might be a good idea to have a
quick look around and make sure there weren't any drugs in use.  It
never hurts to be sure.
       I went to the back of the house and peeked in through an open
window.  What I saw wasn't drugs, but a livingroom full of teen-age
kids making out.  I watched for a minute flashing back to when I was a
teen-ager.  It was kind of nostalgic for a few minutes but it was also
starting to get to me.  I was getting a hard-on.  That's when I noticed
Steve.  He was necking with this really cute little blonde.  They were
french kissing, of course, but it didn't stop there.  One of her tit's
was peeking out of her unbuttoned blouse, and one of Steve's hands was
up under her dress.  She wasn't idle either, as one of her hands was
rubbing his dick through his jeans.  That's when I noticed that his
dick wasn't the only one getting rubbed.  I had a pretty firm grip on
my own cock, which was hard as a rock by this time, through the fabric
of my trousers.  After a few minutes they both stood up and I realized
they were heading for a bedroom.
       I blame the booze I had been drinking for my poor judgement, but
the fact is I wanted to watch my son screw this girl.  Somehow, I just
knew that they would use my bedroom.  After all, why mess with his twin
when a king-sized waterbed is handy.  Quickly, I slipped around to the
deck and unlocked the patio door into our bedroom.  We have some small
lamps around the bedroom (to set the mood for my wife's and mine
lovemaking) which I hurriedly turned on hoping that they wouldn't want
to take the time to turn them off.  Then I slipped into the closet
leaving the sliding doors opened just a couple of inches.
       When I heard footsteps enter the bedroom and the door close, I
knew I had guessed right.  Well, in one way I had.  It wasn't Steve
that came into view, but instead it was my daughter and a boy I
recognized immediately as Matt, the fifteen year old son of the couple
my wife was having dinner with that night.  Their clothes were already
disheveled, but that was a problem they solved by quickly taking them
off.  I sat there in shock studying my daughter's naked body.  I have
to admit that she was a dirty old man's wet dream.  Her skin was fair
and soft looking.  Her titties weren't fully developed yet, but they
didn't sag a bit and her tiny nipples were crinkled with excitement,
pointing straight out.  Her little ass was so perfect that I can't
think of a way to describe it, and her public hair was so blonde as to
be transparent.  But she was my daughter, goddamn it, and she was just
fourteen, and it was obvious that they were planning on fucking.  I
wanted to come bursting out of that closet and kill the little son of a
bitch that was going to try to screw my daughter.  That's when it
occurred to me that it was going to be pretty hard trying to explain my
presence in the closet, especially to my wife when she found out how I
made my discovery.  Thinking back on it, I think I must have been
rationalizing.  I think that I really wanted a reason to stay there and
watch.  I've never been conscious of having any sexual feeling for my
daughter, but the scene before me was something most porno movies won't
even touch.  Pretty heavy stuff, and I was just excited enough and
drunk enough to be captivated.
       As they climbed onto the bed, they didn't bother with pulling
the blankets down.  They just laid on the bedspread, and he was
fingering Dawn as she jacked him off.  Dawn had her legs were spread
wide apart to give him easy access to her snatch.  Without any further
preliminaries, Matt moved between her legs and started working his dick
into her pussy.  The closet is down by the foot of the bed, and I could
see her penetration perfectly from my vantage point.  The distance to
her crotch wasn't more than six feet.  After a few tentative probes, he
seemed to enter her quite easily, and I raised my eyes to look at her
face.  I can't say that she looked like she was in the throes of
passion.  The only expression on her face was simple enjoyment without
a hint of distress.  This sure as hell wasn't her first time.
       As he stroked in her, I could see her juices glistening on his
dick.  It only took Matt a few minutes in her tight little twat before
he came.  Actually, I wouldn't have been able to tell that he had, he
was so silent, except that when he finished he quickly rolled off of
her, leaving a shiny trail of pecker tracks across her belly.  As he
got dressed, Dawn just continued to lay on the bed, and they didn't
speak even when Matt left the room.  She didn't close her legs, and I
peered intently at her puss which was runny with the boy's come.  I
quietly unzipped my pants and started beating off, unable to believe I
was masturbating to the sight of my own daughter's fresh fucked cunt.
       Before a minute had passed I heard the bedroom door open again.
This time a boy I didn't know came into view, greeting my daughter,
"Hi, Dawn", as he took his clothes off.  Somehow I knew right then that
he wasn't the only one waiting outside of the door.  Dawn was going to
pull a train.  He mounted her quickly, and didn't last even as long as
Matt had.  Then he too was quickly gone.  A voice called in, asking,
"Hey Dawn, will you do me and Billy both together?"  I saw her look up,
before replying, "Yeah.  Sure, I guess".
       This was unbelievable.  Two boys came into the room.  One I
recognized as living down the block, the other I hadn't seen before.
As one stripped naked, the other just dropped his jeans while Dawn
wriggled over so her head was by the edge of the bed.  The naked boy
climbed on top of her and started fucking her, and the other one she
took in her mouth.  These boys seemed to last longer than the previous
ones had, and whether it was from their greater endurance or the sheer
perversion of their actions, I could tell Dawn was finally getting real
excited.  Her hips were bucking up to welcome the cock plumbing her
young cunt and her mouth was a blur as she bobbed up and down on the
other boy's dick.  I saw a deep flush spread over her body and I knew
she was having an orgasm.  I almost shot right then and there, and had
to quite touching myself entirely for a few moments to prevent my own
explosion.
       As I sat there, trying to cool down a bit, it dawned on me that
the hard bump digging into my ass was my camcorder.  One of the best
money can buy.  At least that's what I tell everyone.  It's
manufactured by my company and godawful expensive.  I quietly pulled it
out, hoping that I had been the last one to use it, as I'm the only one
in the family that ever bothers to recharge the battery pack before
putting it away.  I was in luck and got it going as it became evident
the two boys fucking Dawn were getting close to cumming.  All of a
sudden, Kathy Wilson, Dawn's best friend came strolling into the
bedroom, just as naked as Dawn.  Seeing that Dawn couldn't talk right
then as she was sucking dick, Kathy sat on the dresser and watched.
The kid in her mouth shot first, and he was noisy as hell, screaming
his head off.  Dawn drank his cum down without hesitation and I knew
that she wasn't a first-timer at giving blow-jobs either.
       As Dawn wiped her mouth, I heard Kathy ask her how many that
was.  When Dawn told her four, Kathy seemed quite put out.  "Kenny and
Gary are still in the hall, but that's only six.  You still need four
more to win."  As you can imagine, I was a bit perplexed at this, but
as they continued talking (during this time the boy fucking her
finished to be replaced by another.  Kenny or Gary, I imagine) it
became clear that Dawn had some kind of bet going with a classmate who
claimed to have had sex with nine guys.  To win the bet, Dawn had to
quite literally out-fuck the other girl.  During this time more kids
wandered into the bedroom to watch the show and cheer Dawn on.
       As I continued to film my own daughter getting gang-banged, it
was evident they had a problem.  Not enough guys.  When the count hit
seven, there were no more unattached boys.  Though the room was now
full of young teen-agers, all of the boys that were left had already
fucked Dawn, and seconds were apparently not allowed.  That's when
Kathy started urging two of the girls to contribute their boyfriends.
One girl was agreeable enough, as was her boyfriend who immediately
hopped on, and into, Dawn.  The second girl refused, however, whereupon
a bargaining session commenced.  At last the girl gave her consent in
exchange for two albums and the right to fuck one of the other guys,
just to keep things even.  Her boyfriend balked at that, however, and
it appeared that the deal was off.  Kathy begin pleading with him to
agree.  Her appeal was enforced with a hand-job that she began
administering.  As his cock rose, his arguments fell, and he too,
screwed Dawn while his girlfriend led a different boy off to another
room.
       Now, though, they were really stuck.  They were at a tie, but
they were completely out of guys.  A round of phone calls began, but
they couldn't reach anyone who could come over.  The girls, Kathy even
more than Dawn, were despondent.  That's when Steve and his girlfriend
walked in.  Kathy jumped up squealing, "Steve, you've got to fuck
Dawn.  You've just got to." Steve seemed more amused than offended by
the suggestion that he screw his own sister, but nonetheless, did not
agree.  Steve's girlfriend, Megan, seemed amazed at all of the
goings-on, and asked Steve what was happening.  He explained it all to
her, and she too seemed more amused than offended.  She told everyone
just a minute, and pulled Steve over right by the closet.  I heard her
encouraging her to do it, but he was still unwilling.  "Why should I?",
he asked.  I could barely hear her response as she replied, "I want to
see it.  It turns me on."  Once again, Steve asked her why, and this
time she replied, "Because I fucked my brothers.  I still do when
they're home."  This finally caught Steve by surprise.  He just stood
there considering her for several minutes before saying, "Shit, I can't
fuck my own sister."  I thought Steve's self control was laudable.  At
that point I was so horny that I would have fucked Dawn myself if I
could have got out of the closet.
       Steve's girlfriend was still encouraging him.  "Look at her.
Doesn't she look nice.  Look at that pussy.  Wouldn't you like to be in
that.  Haven't you ever wanted to fuck your sister?  Just think about
it.  Fucking your own sister.  Its great.  I never get off as hard as I
do when my brothers fuck me."  While she was continuing her litany, she
had unzipped Steve's jeans, and now she slowly slid down to suck on his
dick.  They weren't a foot away from me.  As she continued working on
his cock, and he kept staring at his naked sister on the bed, waiting
for him to come fuck her, he slowly grew hard.  Then with a half laugh,
he said, "Aw, what the hell.  I'll do it."
       He walked over by the head of the bed, and holding his dick with
one hand he called to Dawn, "Come suck my dick, little sister."  Dawn
complied immediately and enthusiastically.  As she sucked on him he
teased her, "You're such a little slut."  She merely nodded her head
affirmatively, unwilling to break her lip lock on his dick.  He pulled
his dick out of her mouth and climbed on top of her to fuck her.  All
of the kids in the room cheered and applauded as he stuck it in her and
started moving in and out.  I couldn't quite believe it.  My son was
fucking my daughter while a room full of teen-agers looked on and I hid
in the closet videotaping the whole thing.  I will have to say one
thing for Steve.  He displayed a lot more experience that the other
boys and was fucking like an expert.  He was also larger than they
were, although by that time Dawn's cunt was so stretched out and soaked
with cum that she had no trouble accommodating him.  Dawn also
appreciated the difference, and was showing the most signs of arousal
since she had came when the two boys used her at the same time.  Her
ass was jerking around on the bed, and her hands were on Steve's ass,
pulling him into her.
       Steve's girl friend went over by the bed and started whispering
in Dawn's ear.  I would have given anything to hear what she was
saying.  At one point Dawn opened her eyes and looked at her nodding,
as if agreeing to something.  She then said something to Steve and I
could hear him reply "OK", but that was all I heard.  Dawn gave a
whimper and said "I'm cumming." Steve really started pounding away on
her, and Dawn's moans turned into screams.  Then Steve gave a shout and
slammed into Dawn one last time as he pumped his cum into her.  All of
the kids started clapping, and now that the show was over several pairs
took off to find other beds.  After a few minutes, Steve and his
girlfriend helped Dawn get up.  She was covered with cum from her waist
to her knees, and she seemed a little wobbly on her feet, but she
looked extremely proud of herself.  When the three of them had left the
bedroom, Steve and Dawn still naked, I crawled out of the closet and,
making sure the coast was clear, went back out the patio doors.
       This all happened about six months ago, and I'm confused as
hell.  My daughter fucking everyone available including her brother,
Megan's confession to Steve that she has been having sex with her
brothers, the casual attitude all of the kids displayed, the mysterious
conversation between Dawn and Megan, wouldn't you be confused?  I've
been obsessed with the video I filmed.  I've  watched it dozens of
times since then, masturbating repeatedly at each showing.  I've been
entertaining thoughts of making a pass at Steve's girlfriend, and even
worse, I've been struggling with the urge to approach Dawn.  I know how
terrible it is to even think such a thing, and while I feel horribly
guilty, I can't stop the thoughts and visions in my mind.  This
fascination has affected every area of my life for the worse.  I wish I
had had never seen what I did.