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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Tuesday, April 02, 2019

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Filename: beinggen.txt
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story_codes: Man/young girl, girl/girl, M/g(10), g/g(10), incest, virgin, bondage, cons, semi-cons

story_intro: After losing her parents quite young, Genna lives a privileged life with her wealthy uncle. She wants for nothing and feels loved and secure...until she discovers a nightly prowler in her room.


story_language: English





Being Genna

Written by madvlad


	Mackenzie's smile widened, making the light spray of freckles on her cheeks shift, as her good friend suggested something they could do at Mackenzie's tenth birthday party/sleepover in a little over two weeks.

	"And the pictures go over the um, front - the lens - of the flashlights and you can shine them on the wall," Genna explained.

	"Cool!" Mackenzie breathed.

	A mischievous sparkle lit Genna's bright blue eyes.

	"Or we could shine them on the ceiling."

	Mackenzie giggled, which goaded Genna further.

	"Or shine them on each other. Like, everyone wears a white shirt. We can play flashlight-picture tag."

	This was what constituted mischief for Genna, an otherwise somewhat shy girl. Mackenzie loved it. Genna was just two months older than her but seemed so much smarter; in the classroom or with ideas like these.

	The girls rocked forward slightly as the brakes were applied to the school bus. Looking out the window, Mackenzie's grin faded to a slight frown.

	"We're at your stop," she sighed.

	Genna stood up, still holding the yellow envelope that contained Mackenzie's party invitation - it was far too important to simply go in her backpack. Saying goodbye to her friend, she left the bus.

	From her window, Mackenzie watched Genna's long, dark brown locks swayed across her back, reaching halfway down, as the girl walked toward the wide driveway of a very large house. It was so large that there were even servants who lived there. Genna had been orphaned at a very young age and wound up living here with her Uncle Nevin. But the luxury hadn't made Genna stuck-up or anything like that. Not that Mackenzie envied her friend for losing her parents, but Genna had certainly wound up being lucky.

	As was often the case, Uncle Nevin had several guests at the house. There were some Genna had seen before and two she hadn't. Her uncle had explained that the people who came to visit were dear friends or business partners and sometimes they were both. At dinner, Genna always wore a good dress - one of the party dresses Nevin liked to see her in with plenty of frills and ribbons. The guests were always kind to her and Genna often felt like a princess at the table.

	By the time she went to bed, the others would retire to other parts of the house with her uncle. Nevin explained it contained guest rooms and they also did grown-up stuff, talking and planning and that sort of thing. They went to a wing where she was not allowed to go although Nevin had taken her there once to show her his office. It had all kinds of business stuff which, while she understood it was important, looked terribly dull and boring. She supposed that she would find it more interesting when she was grown up.

	In all, Genna felt very secure and loved. But there were times she felt that there was something missing, something vague in her memories from a long time ago. It had to be her late parents and her uncle had given her several photos of them. Despite her contentment, there were times she wished they were still here. Until recently, she had entertained fantasies about then suddenly appearing as guests at the dinner table; a surprise from her dear uncle. But now she had come to understand that death (there had been an airliner crash) was final.

	Tonight, however, there were no thoughts of her parents. During dinner, she had breathlessly told Uncle Nevin and his friends about Mackenzie's birthday party and how there would be all three of her closest friends there - Mackenzie (of course), Sally, and Denise - and that Mackenzie's father had aired out the family's camping trailer for the girls to have their own space. It was going to be an adventure.

	"Perhaps it will be a castle?" Mrs. Mathis asked.

	"Hmm...maybe."

	"I know," her husband interjected. "A pirate ship. Arrrrrrr!"

	"No," Genna giggled. "That's for boys."

	"Ah, I know," said Professor Higbee. "A particle accelerator. There's a newly discovered source of asymmetry between matter and antimatter, you know. I'm sure all the kids in your class are talking about it. Perhaps you girls can beat CERN to the punch in getting to the bottom of it."

	"Uhhh..." Genna started, unsure until the scientist waggled his eyebrows.

	The others joined Genna in her laughter, with Mrs. Mathis declaring that the trailer would be a castle before the party's end.

	Sleep didn't come easy that night. The excitement of the party was still nibbling at Genna and it was still seventeen whole days away! But when she woke up tomorrow, it would be down to sixteen.

	"Sixteen," she murmured as her eyelids grew heavy at last.

	And when slumber finally took her, it took her deeply as it usually did. So naturally, she did not stir when her bedroom door opened hours later.

	The figure quietly closed the door before turning on a lamp by Genna's bed. It was a dimmer type and always came on at the lowest setting. Still, the dull yellow light splashed across Genna's face but she never so much as twitched.

	With Genna fast asleep, the figure went to her book bag. This was always the first thing it did and it sat in a chair going through the contents of the fourth grader's schoolwork. Satisfied, it looked about and noticed the envelope on the dresser.

	The birthday party, yes. The figure had learned where the best places to hide were in the sprawling expanse of the mansion. This evening, it had even dared to peek and catch a glimpse of Genna in her pretty dress before retreating to eavesdrop. The figure knew the patterns of the servants well and knew where it could stay without being discovered.

	Looking at the invitation again, the figure pictured the other girls who would attend; Mackenzie and her red curly hair and the two blondes - slender Sally who was the youngest of the group and chubby Denise who was quite the jokester at times. Nodding, the figure was happy for Genna and the good time she would have.

	After returning to envelope to the dresser, the figure looked around for anything else that was new. There was nothing. Sometimes, it turned on Genna's iPad, eager to see photos of the girl outside the house and with her friends. But the pad had not been touched today.

	Opening the hamper, the figure drew out the light green panties with yellow trim on top. After rubbing its fingers over the thin cotton, it placed the interior of the crotch against its nose and sniffed. The scent was quite subtle but the figure's pulse quickened with the knowledge that it was smelling the essence of girlishness from the one it adored and craved.

	The light prepubescent bouquet determined the figures next actions. It had been considering them for several weeks and had known that it was now a matter of when, not if. And tonight was the when.

	When the covers were drawn back from Genna, she never moved. Nor did she so much as turn her head as her pajama tops were unbuttoned and then opened. Her flat chest rose and fell slowly with the rhythm of innocent sleep while bared before the hungry gaze of the intruder.

	Delicately taking hold of the bottoms' elastic waistband, the figure drew them down the slim thighs. They were so soft but had some firm musculature from ballet and many childhood activities. Usually, the pants were only pulled to around the knees, but tonight they were removed.

	Genna's panties were white with a teddy bear on the front. The bear wore an old-fashioned sleeping cap and was sleeping as well as the girl in the undies under the gaze of a smiling moon. During past visits, the figure had only raised the waistband to look inside at the smooth flesh between her thighs that, unlike her boyish chest, marked her as female.

	Going further now, the figure slid the panties off. This time, Genna moved and made a slight noise as the underpants slid over the pliant curves of her rump. The figure had admired the child's bottom in several photos it had seen, particularly when Genna was wearing leggings or, best of all, a swimsuit that clung to her pleasing little buttocks.

	The figure took a deep breath to still its trembling. Then it climbed over Genna like a cat, avoiding contact until it was directly over the girl. This was the moment. Slowly, the figure lowered itself down.

	Genna awoke with a start as she felt something pressing on her. Startled, she opened her mouth to yell but a hand clamped her jaws shut. Someone was on top of her and gently shushed her.

	Blinking in the low light, she saw there was a mask hovering over her. It wasn't a costume mask like a clown or a Disney character. It was black and covered the entire head. There was an opening for the mouth which was uttering the "shhh". As she regarded the two small holes for the nostrils, Genna became aware of the contact over the rest of her body.

	It felt like some kind of rubber. But why did she feel it on her skin? Darting her eyes, she saw that her pajama top was open. But she felt the rubbery touch even lower and her belly clenched with the understanding that her bottoms - and even her panties - had been removed. With panic swirling like the birth of a tornado, she looked back at that masked head; right into the eye holes.

	It was another shock. Genna blinked again but even this light she could not be mistaken. She was peering into a pair of blue eyes she had seen so many times before - in the mirror.

	Genna opened her mouth with no words to say. Taking advantage of this, the figure kissed her, further confusing the frightened child. A small rational part of Genna's mind cut through the startled fear to grasp at the idea that anyone trying to hurt her would not take time for a kiss.

	Then came the intrusion of the visitor's tongue. Repelled, Genna tried to shake her head but the person on top of her bore down, keeping Genna's head still. Pushing the figure from her was not possible, either as Genna found her arms easily pinned above her head while the figure shifted and forced Genna's legs apart top have its weight pressing down against the ten year-old's crotch.

	Genna whimpered at the rubbery contact against the smoothness of her bared genitals. And then her tongue was likewise trapped as the visitor's tongue kept sweeping against it. Although disgusting at first, Genna felt an odd pleasure at the oral assault. This other person got into a rhythm, stroking its tongue against the little girl's. The movement was copied farther down as Genna's cunny was pressed with every inward push of the tongue. This generated a peculiar spark in the child's loins and, finally surrendering, Genna let the intruder have its way like this in hope that nothing more would happen.

	But the visitor had other plans. Finally leaving Genna's mouth, it slid down her body until finding one small pink nipple. Genna quivered as the masked mouth fastened against it, pulling on it while the tongue dabbed at the trapped flesh. Although she couldn't see what was happening, Genna felt her nipple stiffening like it did sometimes when she was getting out of a bath or when certain sweaters rubbed against her chest.

	Peering at the black head, Genna noticed that the back seemed lightly deformed. Maybe it was some kind of robot but the mouth certainly seemed to be organic. The other person's hands had also slid down but although her arms were free, Genna left them over her head, watching as her undeveloped breast was suckled.

	The hands were uncovered and Genna could feel them gliding over her body, testing the skin. When one hand found her crotch, she tried to buck but the mouth suddenly pinched her nipple with teeth. Genna froze and the pressure eased; the warning successful. Making worried noises, Genna endured the fondling digits as they kneaded the soft mound of her young snatch. The fourth grader's hairless lips were parted and her privates were further explored by massaging fingers.

	When the figure moved it head toward the other side of her chest, Genna found herself anticipating the oral lock on her other niplet with relish. What was wrong with her? This came in concert with the growing warmth in her crotch where those fingers were touching where they shouldn't.

	She felt heavy between her legs, sodden and swollen. In the silence of her dimly lit bedroom, Genna could hear the slippery noises of rubbing coming from her pussy and felt liquid over the bald swell there.

	"My kitty," she whined softly. "What's happening to my kitty? Why are you doing...?

	The figure slid further down. Gazing down the flatness of her torso, Genna saw the modest rise of her pubis as the masked head hovered over it.

	Then it lowered.

	"Huh!" Genna exclaimed as the figure's mouth fastened onto her hairless pussy.

	Then the tongue that had done those things to her mouth and chest was now digging into her little slit. Nothing there was private, it seemed, while the figure masticated on the ten year-old's mons while the tongue slithered about and took in the lubrication of Genna's induced arousal.

	"S-stop," Genna pleaded with little vehemence.

	It was wrong for this to be happening but why didn't she mind it so much? The oral assault was making her loins compress like a spring until something burst like and overripe fruit inside her twat.

	"Ahh!" Genna croaked while her cunny gushed out a small bit of liquid into the visitor's mouth.

	Everything seemed to dissipate for a moment under the intense flash in Genna's head. She came back with growing awareness of her hairless twat being sucked and licked.

	Licked clean.

	Dazed, Genna did nothing as the figure slid back up to kiss her. The tongue once again entered the little girl's mouth. This time, Genna was pliant as her tongue was caressed and given a taste of the magic that had just occurred in her loins.

	Then the figure slid off of her. For a moment, Genna caught a glimpse of the entire body clad in black shiny material stretching all over. Then her bedside lamp was clicked to increasing brightness, making Genna shut her eyes against the glare. Her room went dark and Genna could hear the light footsteps as they retreated toward the door. There was more movement heard as the door was opened and the figure slid out before closing it again.

	Lying alone in the dark with her pajama shirt open and her body nude below the waist, the little girl's mind whirled with the recollections of this terrifying yet peculiarly exciting encounter. Even more strange was her last look at her visitor - it looked to be close to her own size.
	
	Uncle Nevin had retired to another wing of the house with his guests, leaving Genna with a goodnight kiss on the cheek before the girl went to her bedroom. As she changed for bed - usually a mundane task - she paused. Her pulse raced and she could feel the flush blooming in her cheeks as she recalled the interruptions of the last three nights.

	Her mysterious guest had returned again for each of the two nights following the initial visit. Every time, Genna awoke to find the black-clad figure on top of her; pressing against her nakedness with that shiny, rubbery suit. There was never a work spoken; no, because those lips were soon busy against Genna's body while the fingers worked their magic.

	Genna had understood about boyfriends and girlfriends kissing, but that was for older kids.  Certainly, none of the boys in the fourth grade were kissable in her opinion. That held especially true for Brian and Howie. They were two boys in her grade; smart ones at that since, like her, they got to participate in Elective Free Time for students who had already surpassed certain academic requirements for the term. But they seemed to have a fascination for trying to get a peek at girls' panties and Genna was a favorite target.

	She wondered if this visitor was considered her boyfriend. And she certainly was now aware of other things beyond kissing lips. And he had certainly seen her panties before touching them and removing them and then...oh, then...

	Startled, Genna found herself in need of air - she had been holding her breath. Steve had that effect on her. That was what she had named her bed mate - Steve, after her someone she adored. Looking at the pop star poster on the wall, Genna wondered how many girls her singing idol, Stevie Darrow, had kissed. Of course they would be older girls; ones in their teens like Stevie even though plenty of girls around Genna's age adored him and filled the seats at his concerts.

	Had Stevie Darrow managed to see those older girls' panties before he kissed them? Did he touch them there - even inside their panties? Genna was sure that some of them would let him if he asked. She wondered what she would do if he came to her in person and asked. The idea made her get one of those warm, swelling feelings between her legs. 

	Although Genna had yet to attend a Stevie Darrow concert, her friend Denise had a pop-star themed party for her tenth birthday a month before Genna's. And there had been plenty of Stevie Darrow goodies. But now Genna's thoughts were not on the boy on the wall, but the one who had been in her bed. She made a decision.

	Genna's pajama shirt was now open, displaying the flatness where nature would start to bud in a new way in another year or so. Its tongue rolling in its mouth, the figure took hold of the waistband and began to slide the pants down. Then it froze and cocked its head. The ten year-old's smooth genitals were exposed; she had worn no panties tonight.

	The tongue slid out from between the figure's lips as saliva flowed. Then everything continued with Genna's prepubescent nectar eventually gracing that same tongue.

	Thanks to an endowment from a local rich couple, the school boasted several extra rooms for multimedia, art and music. When Elective Free Time came about in the afternoon, fourth graders with no discipline issues and who had already finished the required about of successfully tested reading hours and math problems were allowed to go to any of these rooms to spend time creating and exploring.

	Although she enjoyed this time, Genna wished her friends could join her. But they, along with most of the students, were busy with reading or math and the tests that came after each book or module. Genna knew that Sally would be finished with all of that soon as she was already through with math and was within two books of completing her reading requirements.

	There was a music teacher who circulating among the elementary and middle schools in the district, but he wasn't here today. Most of the kids opted for the digital playground of the multimedia room but Genna had been experimenting with water colors lately and settled at a table in the art room. By the time a couple of other kids entered the room, Genna was absorbed in her paints.

	Despite two chairs being taken, the table was curiously empty. The seat occupants were bent over, peering from underneath the table at the only other occupant in the room. From their vantage point, they were looking down the length of the underside of that other specific table.

	"No good," Brian whispered dejectedly.

	"Just wait," Howie hissed back before showing his friend something in his hand.

	"Yeah," the other boy breathed as Howie focused the small but powerful LED flashlight under the other table.

	In the shadowy recesses under Genna's denim skirt, the smooth insides of the girl's thighs were painted by the bright white of the beam. The whiteness jiggled about before being slowly adjusted until it found the junction of the slender limbs.

	"Pink with yellow polka dots," Brian chortled.

	Howie said nothing while he stared at the girlish bulge between the fourth grader's legs. He and Brian had seen pictures on the internet but now getting a live look at the female mystery was heady stuff, even when the target was currently hiding behind the thin, straining fabric of preteen undies. Howie imagined the material giving way, showing Genna's cunny to them in all of its glory (whatever kind of glory that might be).

	Trying to adjust his angle of view, Brian accidentally thumped his head against the table. Genna looked up, having heard the thud and a subsequent exclamation.

	"Who's there?" she called nervously as she didn't see the others.

	Then the two boys raised their heads, looking guilty.

	"Uh, I just dropped my pencil," Brian explained with a shrug that showed he had no pencil in either hand.

	Howie tried to slip his flashlight in his pocket but it slipped from his hand and tumbled to the floor. The momentary flash of focused illumination told Genna that it was on which meant that were looking...

	Her legs quickly slammed together. While not very demonstrative in class, she fixed a glare on the others. Now they had seen her panties - they were the ones that she almost wore to bed last night but left off so Steve would have an easier time. Steve could have seen them but instead it was these two jerks. Genna felt like she had betrayed Steve. If he were here now, he'd....he'd... well, Genna was sure he'd do something to make Brian and Howie sorry for ogling her underpants.

	Embarrassed at being caught, the boys mumbled something before slinking from the room. Alone once, more, Genna returned her focus to the paper but could only stare blankly while she thought of Steve and what he would do with her pretty pink and yellow panties.

	Genna jerked her eyes open just as the lids nearly fluttered shut again. She had been trying to stay awake for Steve but feared she was losing that battle as the minutes wore on in the darkness. After a few minutes of forcing her eyes to remain wide open, she decided to surrender just before she heard the soft click of her door latch sliding.

	Lying still beneath the sheets, Genna closed her eyes until they were only open a slit. She sensed more than heard any movement - or perhaps the sounds were merely the addition of her racing mind. There was the tap and clock has her door was shut and Genna went rigid. There was motion - definite this time but barely audible - next to the bed. Her table lamp was turned on at its lowest setting as and Genna prepared for the bed covers to be removed.

	Instead, the figure went around her room. Tracking Steve through her barely cracked open eyelids, Genna was surprised to see the visitor sit and go through her backpack. For a moment, Genna had the odd idea that Steve was going to grade her schoolwork and she nearly laughed. She regained control and observed her guest as her backpack's contents were perused, followed by the rest of her room.

	When Steve approached the bed, Genna shut her eyes completely but feared the hammering of her heart would be seen through the sheet and blanket covering her chest. She felt the covers being drawn back and stifled a whine that wanted to grow in her throat.

	Bare shoulders.

	The figure saw them and froze, its fingers clutching the sheet and blanket more tightly. When it was convinced that it was seeing Genna correctly, the figure yanked the covers completely from the girl. The ten year-old lay utterly nude on the bed, waiting for her nocturnal lover.

	With a lustful groan, the figure pounced on Genna. As Genna's mouth opened in surprise, it was quickly covered with a tongue plunging into it. The mysterious visitor was unrestrained now; humping its crotch against Genna's hairless mound as it nearly tongue raped the preteen's mouth. When Genna tried to bring her arms around the figure in an embrace, the figure grabbed them and pinned then above her head.

	Genna momentarily felt rejected but kept her arms where they were. It was if she was positioned with her hands tied above her. For some reason, it created a worm of heat that slowly swirled in her tummy. Then the worm began to writhe as the latex friction against her cunny made it begin to water.

	Genna squeaked as her nipples were bitten and the finger's probing her bald snatch pinched her just enough to produce a bit of pain that enhanced the pleasure of her molestation. She was confused by her body's reaction but lay submissively while the oral assault concluded with a ferocious chewing and lapping between her legs.

	She started to reach for the misshapen head; to press it hard against her mound but she stopped herself and returned her arms to their captive pose. Her flat chest with its saliva smeared, stiff little nipples rose as her climax neared. Following a gushing release, she murmured "Steve."

	The figure raised and cocked its head as it stared at Genna with those unnerving blue eyes. Embarrassed, Genna stuttered before she could explain.

	"I-I...oh...picked a name and..."

	Noticing Genna's eyes as they kept flickering to the wall behind it, the figure turned to observe the poster of Stevie Darrow. Pointing to it, the figure turned back to Gena, who nodded sheepishly. Then the figure giggled lightly.

	The hands grasped the hood and began to peel it off. As the head turned to the side, Genna saw the reason for the oddly-shaped back - a tied length of dark hair unwound as it was freed from the hood. Then the figure turned away for a moment as it pulled the elastic hair bands from its locks. When it turned back to Genna, the girl gasped as she stared at herself.

	"You...you're...me. You look like me," she uttered. "How...?

	Rolling her eyes, the other girl grinned before slithering up atop Genna's body until her face hovered just above Genna's.

	"Because we're twins," she said, punctuating the revelation with a playful lick of Genna's nose.
"Oh, and my name is Lia, not Steve."

	"How...but...I..."

	"We were almost two when Uncle Nevin took us in. He wanted to raise us differently. You got to live your life while I lived mine. I hope you've been having fun because I've had a blast. Uncle Nevin took me on trips, too. Not to Disney World like he's done with you, but let's just say we had a lot of parties like the ones we have here."

	"Why would he do that?"

	Lia shrugged.

	"He and his friends get to do things with me that they fantasize about doing to you. You're the good girl - innocent and all that - and I'm the fun one."

	"I don't get it. And why do you wear that...rubber thing?"

	"It's latex. Latex, spandex, leather - I love it all when it's on me. It's like I'm being hugged hard all over."

	Lia got to her knees, straddling her sister while she ran her hands over her body. When she used two fingers to massage the obvious camel toe of her crotch, Genna blushed.

	"You can't see it unless you look real close but there's an overlap of latex right here that you can pull apart."

	Genna watched as the shiny black was pulled to reveal an opening where her sister's snatch was exposed. Even in the low light, it was obvious that she was wet.

	"It also does this in the back," Lia explained.

	"Oh, if you have to go to the bathroom..." Genna surmised with a blush.

	Rolling her eyes again, Lia muttered, "The innocent one." Grabbing her collar, she stretched it and gradually peeled it from her body. Then she lowered herself onto her twin again, kissing her while humping her again.

	Genna moaned weakly against her sister's tongue. The contact of bare flesh against bare flesh was intense. Both girls were lubricating freely and their erect clitties agitated each other. Their mixed nectar oiled the surfaces of their hairless pussies as they rubbed together. Now Genna worked her hips in concert with her twin mashing her feverish little twat against the mons of her sister that kept slamming into her.

	With Lia's snatch pressed against her, Genna's sex quivered in a way in hadn't before. It was deeper; more urgent, and by the whispery cries of her twin, she knew that Lia felt it as well. This time, Lia let Genna hug her and as they desperately embraced, the reunited sisters pumped their prepubescent juices against each other in their shared orgasms.

	"What happens now?" Genna asked minutes later as they ley together. "Should I ask Uncle Nevin...?

	"No! This is our secret, okay?"

	Genna didn't understand but nodded. Lia rested her head on Genna's shoulder, idly tracing circles around one of Genna's nipples while she spoke.

	"But let's do something. I want to try your life for a day. That's why I read everything you do at school and look at pictures and even listen to you at dinner. And you can be me. We'll pick a day when I'm just hanging around at home."

	Genna was intrigued but then something occurred to her.

	"Don't you go to school?"

	"I have a tutor. And I know everything you're doing at school. But I need to know more about your teacher, Mrs. Magruder, and the other kids and stuff."

	Over the following nights, Lia slipped into Genna's room and promptly into her bed. She disregarded her latex cat suit and hood, arriving naked while a similarly undressed and anxious Genna waited for her. After their sisterly sex, Genna added more details about her friends and school and even cautioned her about the panty-seeking antics of Brian and Howie.

	"Don't worry about them," Lia stated, nearly growling.

	Although they were twins, Genna noticed that Lia somehow seemed older in an undefined way despite the fact that she stayed home every day except for those business trips she took with Uncle Nevin. Somehow, she pictured Lia yanking the boys' pants down to show the rest of the school their underwear. Genna was normally horrified at the idea of getting in trouble, but this possibility seemed worth it.

	At Lia's suggestion, they decided to make their swap on the Thursday before Mackenzie's Saturday night sleepover. Genna was supposed to go to her friend's house after school that day but Lia didn't worry about that.

	On Wednesday night, Lia took Genna's hand after they had cum against each other once more. As she was led to an unfamiliar part of the mansion, Genna felt anxious yet thrilled. Both she and Lia were nude and the experience of skulking about like this was deliciously naughty for some reason.

	Once they were in Lia's bedroom, Genna looked around and thought it was rather barren. The furniture seemed nice but there weren't any wall decorations or photos. Aside from the bed, there was a desk and chair with a laptop, a book case, and, rather oddly, a huge black chest labeled "Toys" in blood red.

	She was curious about the contents of the chest but Lia tapped her on the shoulder. Seeing the black latex outfit, Genna understood although she felt some trepidation she couldn't explain. After Lia powdered her skin all over, Genna was assisted in donning the thing. It looked and felt like she had another layer of skin, this time black and shiny, that made her feel even more naked than being unclothed. After Lia put her hair in a tight pony tail with multiple bands along the length, Genna was subjected to the hood.

	"Now open your mouth and close your eyes and you will get a nice surprise," Lia chanted.

	Genna giggled and then did as she was told. She expected candy but then wondered if it would be Lia's tongue. But she heard Lia moved in behind her. Something hard and round touched her mouth, sealing it before Genna felt something being wrapped around her. Lia fiddled in the back and Genna found that she could not shut her mouth. The thing in there was rubber and although she tried to push it out with her tongue, it was strapped too securely.

	"Nnnnn!" she protested but Lia shushed her.

	"You have to look the part," she said calmly. "Now, I have some bracelets for you."

	One of Genna's hands was pulled back and she felt something on her wrist. Then her other hand was pulled behind her and with a click of metal, she found herself handcuffed.

	"Mmnnngg!"

	"I know, it is exciting and you look so sexy like that," Lia giggled. Then she paused and looked at her "toy box" as if considering something. Shaking her head, she led Genna to the bed and laid her down on her belly. Stroking her twin's latex-clad ass cheeks, she bade her good night and promised they would switch back tomorrow evening.

	Lying bound and gagged in the dark in a revealing costume, Genna didn't know what to think. Eventually, exhaustion overrode her whirling thoughts and her worries ceased for a few hours.

	Genna blinked in the brightness of her room. The lights were on and she heard her uncle exclaim about her state.

	"You horny little slut!" he laughed as he shook Genna's cuffed wrists. "How did you manage this by yourself? You weren't wearing them when we finished last night and the Mathises and the professor left for the airport right afterward."

	So Uncle Nevin was not upset - he found this funny. It took Genna a moment to realize that he thought she was Lia. So what was her sister doing with their uncle and his guests last night?

	"You're becoming quite clever," Nevin said as he gave Genna a pat on her rear. "It's starting to match your horniness. With all of the four-way action with our guests, I never got to cum in you and it would have been impolite to cut in. So I thought I'd drop by for a couple of fucks with you. And it looks like you want it rough and nasty from the effort you've put in to getting yourself ready. I'm game."

	Genna was surprised by her uncle's use of that bad word. She had heard it before when people were mad but never from her uncle. And he certainly didn't sound upset. She turned her head and saw that he had taken his robe off - and then swallowed when it became obvious that he had not been wearing anything underneath. He was rubbing something on his - oh no! - his penis. Yes, that's what it must be although she had only ever seen one before when Howie had showed her his - uninvited - a couple of years ago. But Howie's little dangling thing did not resemble the almost dangerous-looking rod in her uncle's hand.

	Apparently satisfied now that his penis was gleaming, Genna's uncle came to the bed and got on it behind her. Genna was relieved she couldn't see that strange thing anymore but then felt him roughly grab her hips and pull her to her knees while her face remained pressed against the blanket. The man pawed at her bottom before she felt air in a small place there. Genna remembered Lia's description of the two openings and her funny reaction when Genna thought they were for using the toilet.

	But now she felt a greasy touch as something pushed between her buttocks through the opening. Genna started as she thought it might be her uncle's penis in its strange state, but why would he do such an awful thing to touch her with it - especially back there?

	The latex-encased ten year-old whined through her gag as Nevin's prick nestled against her sphincter. Lia was playing the role well and Nevin was happy to indulge her.

	"Now I'm going to rape you, little girl," he announced in a light tone while his "victim" mewled questioningly.

	Slamming into his underage sex partner with vigor, Nevin abruptly opened Genna's untried anus. Although she tried to writhe, he held her slim hips fast as he worked his hard meat into her ass. Her insides hugged him as they were greased by the invading tool and all that the fourth grader could do was wail furiously as her anal virginity ended with each hammering thrust of adult cock in her rear chute.

	Nevin was impressed. Lia was skilled at anal sex and could work her muscles to give anyone a lewd massage back there. But today she was seemingly resisting him but of course it was to no avail. If the young minx wanted to get it forced into her, so be it.

	The bound child was stunned as her anal sodomy continued in earnest. With her cries weakening to warbling grunts with every inward jolt inside her bruised young bowels, Genna took her uncle's thick cock in utter helplessness. She couldn't know that this painful assault provided such carnal pleasure as the man plundered her greasy, clinging rectum with heavy doses of turgid meat.

	When his fingers dug into her hips through the thin latex, Genna felt her ass being jerked up each time he drove into her body. This was becoming more frantic as Nevin's pace increased. Dizzy from the experience, Genna had no idea where this was heading until the first burst of hot man cream erupted inside her saved little ass. More of it followed, jetting forcefully as if trying to rape her more deeply.

	Defeated, she wondered what was next before her uncle pulled his dick from her and let her drop to her belly on the bed. The goo that had been pumped into her oozed out from her ravaged ass and Nevin sighed in satisfaction as he regarded the slender figure clad in her bondage suit.

	"That was perfectly wonderful," he told her. "I'll be back for more fun after some breakfast. Don't go anywhere."

	Genna couldn't be sure if her uncle had been gone for five minutes or an hour. But now he was back and lubricating his penis again. Her bottom throbbed in miserable anticipation but when he came to the bed this time, he rolled her onto her back.

	Groaning as the man's fingers opened the latex crotch to expose the bald puffiness of her snatch, Genna thought she would be spared that previous act in favor of some shameful touching. But when Nevin brought his prick to beat against the tiny slit, Genna's panic and useless squirming returned.

	Nevin plowed his cock into the child, feeling the brief resistance of her hymen before the membrane tore and gave him access to her virgin pussy. Momentarily caught in the carnal satisfaction of deflowering a young cunt, Nevin's realization struck him as he froze in mid-thrust. The black-sheathed figure stared at him with stunned, tearful eyes glimmering in the hood. Easing back, the man saw the blood seeping from the smoothness of her painfully spread labia.

	"Damn me," he croaked. "Genna?"

	The girl nodded and Nevin shut his eyes. For over a minute, he was still; hardly breathing. In spite of everything else, Genna had the awful idea that he might topple over dead on top of her. At last, his eyes opened.

	"It wasn't supposed to be like this," he sighed. "You were to be the innocent one, the child of sunlight while Lia served us in our debasements. She came to revel in it and I wondered who was serving whom at times. But why deny her the pleasures she earned?

	And now, here we are. Of course she knew of you but perhaps I am somewhat to blame for letting it come to this. She is even cleverer than I suspected - outright devious, it seems. And still..."

	Nevin's erection had partially subsided when he discovered the ruse but now with just the glans embedded past Genna's ruined maidenhead it was returning with a vengeance.

	"I suppose one cannot un-pop a cherry," he said to Genna. "But I will go easy on you - as easy as I can, considering."

	Genna mewled into the gag as her uncle entered her prepubescent cunt once more. He went deeper, going slowly as his thickness ground against the stretching walls of her twat. With her bound wrists trapped beneath her, the ten year-old sobbed in thick heaves while her unready pussy became thoroughly penetrated.

	"Did Lia take you?" Nevin asked once the girl's cervix stopped him. "Did she teach you about things your body could feel?"

	Genna turned her head to stare at the wall but weakly nodded. In response, Nevin pushed a finger against the clitoral hood that barely showed in the latex opening. He massaged it until he felt the rhythmic clenching of the little girl's cuntal tube as it tried to grab at its invader while already stretched mightily.

	He moved his cock again, slowly withdrawing before boring into the tightness of her childish twat. Fresh juices gurgled and seeped out with her virginal blood. Locking his eyes on Genna, Nevin silently forced the girl to acknowledge her own arousal. Fucking the captive fourth grader with slow, deliberate strokes, he enjoyed the exquisite tightness of her oozing twat. Lust increased his speed and the preteen's dripping snatch heated and demanded the waves of sperm that escaped in ball-clenching bursts.

	Again, Genna felt her body being taken by this liquid invasion. The fourth grader's unripe baby chamber was lustfully seeded and she shuddered as she was obscenely filled.

	Genna was on her side, curled in a ball while her newly opened sex outlets leaked the proof of their defilement onto Lia's bed. Sitting next to her, Nevin was absorbed in his own plans. For him and his circle of friends, there had always been the satisfaction of lusting for sweet, unsuspecting Genna while talking out their desires on her ravenous double.

	Ever resilient, it occurred to Nevin that he now had a perverse, hidden truth the others in his intimate network would never suspect. Gentle, virginal Genna was now secretly debauched by her keeper; the man she thought was her uncle. They would imagine her still pure while only Nevin knew the touch of her sex at the moment her innocence was sundered.

	But she was still an innocent in mind. Patting her on the cheek, Nevin spoke to her.

	"We can make it like it was before. I will not do this to you again and everything can be the same again. Would you like that?

	With desperation shining in her light blue eyes, the bound child nodded. Nevin wondered if things would really be that way but that was no immediate concern.

	"Good. Now whatever happens between you and Lia shall be your business. She is most remarkable in some ways - how much you are aware of I do not know. Let's keep that between sisters. But I will have to punish Lia tonight."

	There was concern in Genna's eyes that Nevin found touching and he stroked the latex-covered head fondly.

	"Despite her trickery, you care for your twin, don't you?"

	Genna nodded.

	"Well, I shouldn't worry if I were you - Lia enjoys being punished. But there is another concern you should have."

	Nevin paused while Genna regarded him quizzically.

	"I wonder," he continued. "What our very naughty Lia will be doing in your place today."


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