Copyright © 1998, T. Allen Strange. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted by writing tallenstrange@mrdouble.com. WARNING!! THIS STORY DEPICTS SEXUAL INTERCOURSE BETWEEN AN ADULT AND A MINOR CHILD!! THE STORY IS ABOUT INCEST! IF THIS TYPE OF STORY OFFENDS YOU, THEN **READ NO FURTHER!!!** THIS MATERIAL IS NOT INTENDED FOR CHILDREN OR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN (18) YEARS OF AGE!! ALL PLACES, EVENTS, AND PERSONS DEPICTED IN THE STORY ARE FICTIONAL. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANY PERSONS, ALIVE OR DEAD, ARE COINCIDENCE, SELF-INDUCED DELUSION, AN OVER-ACTIVE IMAGINATION, OR WISHFUL THINKING!! ANY PERSONS **STILL** READING THIS STORY HAVE NO OBJECTIONS COMING TO THEM REGARDING THE CONTENTS OF THE SAME. m/f, mm/f, M/f, Mm/f, MF/f, m/F, con, non-con, S&M, B&D HOUSE OF SECRETS By T. Allen Strange CHAPTER FIVE It had been only three days since his last visit and Thomas hadn't planned on going to Pogo's today. It just sort of happened that way. He and Randy and Danny walker had spent the entire day riding bikes and doing everything they could think up to entertain themselves. As morning turned to late afternoon he'd had enough. They had ridden together as far as Steve's house and Thomas left his two companions. Since Steve lived near the little store he decided to spend some of his precious money on a soda. He didn't ask them to come along because he knew they'd ask him to buy them a soft-drink as well. This time when he entered the store Mr. Anderson was clearly visible. Thomas walked to the far side where the cold beverages were and got a bottle of Big Red, then proceeded to the check-out counter where a smiling Mr. Anderson greeted him. "Good afternoon Master Thomas. I trust you are well?" "Hi Mr. Anderson. I'm okay. How about you?" "I'm old. Anytime I can get out of bed I'm doing well," he grinned taking the dollar bill Thomas slid across the counter top. When he returned with the change he plopped down a stack of five Polaroids with it. "Here's a few photos I took of Sherry. Look them over. I think you'll agree she's a pretty little girl," he said. Thomas took the photographs and examined them. He realized they must have been taken the same day he'd picked up his film pack because she was still wearing the same blue and white dress and blue barrettes. It was taken outdoors, as it turned out they all were. She was standing in a well manicured lawn with a the back of a smart white frame house as a backdrop. Thomas decided it must be the Anderson's place. Sherry was facing the camera with that big, dimpled smile he liked so much. The next two were pretty much the same. In the forth she was climbing a tree. Anderson had gotten beneath her enough that the camera was looking up her dress. He couldn't help but notice she was wearing the pink panties he'd seen Mr. Anderson trying to hide, complete with the same white lace trim. It was the last photograph that surprised him. This photo was also taken outdoors but the house backdrop was gone, replaced by a weathered, reddish-brown structure, probably a barn. Sherry stood, hands on hips, beaming happily at the camera clad only in the pink panty and barrettes. Even her feet were bare. Thomas's trance was broken as Anderson's gnarled hand covered the pictures and pulled them away. "I believe it's your turn, my friend. Here, you can keep this one," he said sliding the first photo he'd looked at toward him. Thomas glanced up. The old man's face was a mask, showing nothing. He took the photo and studied the girl again. He wanted the last one but knew without asking that Anderson would not let him have it. Not yet anyway. And at that instant he made a decision. "I'll need another film pack," he said. ...................................... Two days later he was back. Several customers were inside so he flipped through Spiderman and Wonder Woman until he was the only one left. Then he wandered over carrying the two comics with him. Anderson took his money and rang them up without comment. "Anything else I can get you?" he asked handing him the receipt. Thomas plopped five polaroids on the counter top. Anderson looked at him quizzically, an uncertain half-smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He picked up the stack with hands that trembled slightly. The photos were of Heather, taken in the little clearing of their "secret place". Thomas made sure she had on a dress and pink panties. As with Sherry, the first three were just of her smiling at the camera. In the forth photograph however, he'd had to improvise. Their hideout had no trees large enough for him to stand under while she climbed over his head, so he had her hike up her dress and put one leg up on a small, low-hanging limb like she was climbing while he sat on the ground behind her. The end result was even better than the one Anderson took. By the time Mr. Anderson got to the fifth picture his hands were shaking. There she was, hands on hips, wearing only her panties and a gorgeous smile. Thomas watched him nearly drool as his eyes roamed over the image, lingering on the little buds of her tiny budding breasts, burning holes into the photo. Then, in one quick motion, Thomas retrieved them from his shaking hands before Anderson even had time to protest. "Here," Thomas said tossing the first photo to him, "you can have this one." He turned away and started for the door. "Wait just a second," Anderson wheezed. Thomas stopped and turned back, raising an eyebrow curiously. Anderson smiled, and licked his suddenly dry lips. "How did you get her to..." Anderson seemed to grope for words. A sheen of perspiration glistened on his balding forehead and he swabbed at it nervously with a handkerchief. "....to pose like that?" he finished lamely. "Oh, she'll do just about anything for me," he replied vaguely. "Do you think she'd... uh... pose for me too?" Anderson was still licking his lips and watching him closely. "No. If anyone else even suggested it, she'd go screaming to our parents." Thomas wasn't lying about either statement. Anderson seemed to know that as well. "Wouldn't you get in trouble too?" Thomas understood that the old man was trying to work his way into a position of whereupon he might have some influence over him. He'd already planned for it. "Yeah, but at least I wouldn't go to jail," he countered simply and truthfully. Anderson's hard stare slowly turned to a grudging smile of respect. "But you can get her to pose for you anyway you want?" Then, without waiting for an answer he gushed, "Perhaps we could work something out?" Thomas shrugged. He was in the drivers seat now and he wanted to head this bus in a direction that would allow him to park it in a pretty little brown-haired girls honey-hole! But he didn't want Anderson wise yet. "Maybe we could trade...?" Anderson suggested when he didn't answer. "Maybe you should bring me some more pictures of Sherry. I'll duplicate with Heather any picture you bring me. You sign yours and I'll sign mine. Even up trades. When I can afford the film," he added quickly. Anderson pondered a moment, all the while studying Thomas. After a few more seconds of silent deliberation he smiled. "It's a deal! How soon do you want to do this?" Anderson seemed genuinely excited. "How soon can you bring me some samples?" The old man looked around the empty store as though someone might be lingering nearby, then motioned to him. "Come around here," he said indicating the narrow entrance. Thomas moved behind the counter where the old man produced an envelope with another five photos. Thomas took them and propped his elbows on the counter to study them. The first was a mate to the one at the barn, except Sherry's panties were pulled down to her knees. The second: panties completely gone, back to camera. Thomas saw her bottom was nicely rounded and he wondered if old man Anderson had forced his meat up her tight little butt yet. The third: Sherry was bent over looking back at the camera between her spread legs. Thomas smiled at the similarity between this photo, and the one he'd taken of Heather that first day. The forth: Sherry leaning against the barn facing the camera with her legs parted. It was the fifth photograph that took his breath away. They were not at the barn. It was obviously taken inside the house. Sherry was on an ornate sofa squatting on her toes, knees splayed wide open exposing the little button of her clitoris. Her broad, dimpled smile was captivating as she proudly exposed herself. His eyes lingered on her sex. Her pubic mound was redder than in the other pictures. Her little button looked slightly swollen and definitely a little redder than normal, certainly much more so than in the other pictures. He knew from the photos and what he knew of Heather, that Anderson had taken this last photo after giving her little sex-button a workout and wondered about it. He felt another flash of envy, then pushed it aside. "Well?" Anderson asked softly, scarcely breathing. "No problem," he replied. "I'll take care of it soon. I don't have enough film now." Anderson produced another film pack and handed it to him. "It's on me," he said. "You can have these as soon as you bring your set." "Great. If things work out... who knows? Maybe I could get Heather to...." Thomas deliberately let his words trail off to entice him. "To what?" Anderson looked like he was about to explode. Thomas smiled, pocketing the film pack as he turned and walked to the door. "Well, let's just wait and see before I make any promises. I wouldn't want to say anything before I see the kind of pictures I'll have to work with." He left the store before Anderson could ask any more questions. Thomas wanted him curious and anxious for more. He needn't have worried. ********************************************************** -- Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! www.mrdouble.com Be There.....