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Damned through Love
- Damned through Love -
Jeremiah Aston was in the difficult position of being a stay at home father and having to raise his two beautiful adopted daughters whilst his beloved wife Sylvia was at work, at the electronics company she worked for and designed innovative new products for. It was often, especially on the average weekday, quite hectic and yet to him it did never seem to be at all a bothersome thing because he actually longed for every and any opportunity to spend a bit of quality time alone with the two little girls, without his wife being present. There were reasons for this, and Sylvia may even have been aware of what actually was going on even if she never said anything, and so things proceeded much as they always did. On this particular summer day, it was late July and Jeremiah was entertaining the children by taking them out to the backyard for a bit of time at the swimming pool which the two parents had set up there. Both of the girls wore pretty looking one piece bathing suits. The younger girl, who was six years old and who had the name of Martha, was quite the adorable looking little thing. She had long curly red hair down to her lower back, just above her plump little butt, and the brightest hazel colored eyes in the whole world. At least, this was how Jeremiah would have described her, also remarking upon her cute freckled face and how much it pleased him to smile every time she smiled. Sometimes, Martha liked to wear her back in a long ponytail tied back with a pretty ribbon, and something about this look tended to bring out in her adopted father no small measure of arousal. Martha wore glasses normally, but for the trip out back to the pool she always put on a pair of swimming goggles. Her bathing suit was forest green and had a skirt. Her bare legs were a bit thicker than her sister's, for Martha was a somewhat chubby little girl but not in a way that made her look overweight. She was healthy for her age, and that was good. The older sister, who was ten years of age, was named Alison... Jeremiah always called her his “Alice” for short. Oft, he would call her his “Little Alice”, and that would be the precursor to things the child was sworn never to tell their adopted mother about. Things that passed between her and her father, things that if it were to be said the full truth of, would be of an intimate and highly sexual nature. Alice had hair of a bright strawberry blonde color, it was straight and she wore it long, sometimes doing like her sister did and tying it back into a long ponytail with a ribbon no less pretty than any her sister ever picked out to wear. Alice's hair was, like Martha's, down to her lower back. That was the farthest the two girls liked it, and their parents made sure to trim it back to where they liked it again when it started to get longer than was desired. Alice was more slender and less chubby than her sister, mostly because she was very intensely into gymnastics, dance, and athletics whereas Martha was more fond of reading storybooks, playing with her toys, and playing video games for many long hours on her Nintendo Switch gaming console. That is not say Martha never exercised, because she did, it was just that she did not have the same passion for physical activities that her sister possessed. Alice took gymnastics classes and ballet lessons, and she always looked quite stunningly radiant in her ever so soft light pink ballet leotard and whatever sheer tutu skirts she chose to pair with it. Alice had blue eyes more beautiful than the sky, the most angelic, cherubic features imaginable including sometimes pouting full lips that she often put to more carnal use when pleasuring her beloved father Jeremiah, and a gentleness and grace to her that it was certain was a strong indicator that one day she would grow to become quite a beautiful and elegant woman. Her bathing suit was sky blue in color, which went perfectly with her “baby blue” eyes as ever and always her parents called her eyes, and unlike Martha's more cute bathing suit... Alice's had a hint of sexiness to it that the girl actually cultivated to perfection. Martha was still the more innocent of the two girls, but her sister Alice was already her father's little slut and she rather like being this for him. It was just earlier that year when he finally took her virginity, and he had yet to do the same to Martha. In truth, Alice had enjoyed the experience even if she had pretended not to like it at first. She took a bit of perverse satisfaction in knowing that Martha was to be next, and oft fantasized about having quite wild threesomes involving her sister and her father who was also her lover. Alice was quite a perverted child!
At the pool, Alice posed on a reclining lawn chair in an overtly seductive and sexually suggestive way that was, she hoped, guaranteed to get the attention of her “naughty daddy” as she oft called him when the two were laying in each other's arms and she was close enough to his ear to whisper that into it. At present, however, he was busy playing with Martha who was splashing around in the pool... Jeremiah frolicking with her and looking every bit the dutiful and doting father. The back yard was surrounded on all sides by high trees and thick woods, and there were no neighbors for miles. The mansion the family lived in was out on the outskirts of town, where the countryside was rural and this made for a quiet and peaceful life, and also a very private one. There was the requisite wooden fence around the back yard, and around the front as well, so that the children would not rush off into the woods when they played and become lost. Usually, Jeremiah played with them as he did today and was able to make certain the two girls remained safe and sound no matter what. They were precious to him, sometimes even more so than his own wife was, because they were the epitome of all that he considered most beautiful and all that he found physically desirable in addition to them being just quirky and crazy enough to be a match for his own madness. Granted, he still liked adult women as well and he never failed to please his wife in every imaginable way, especially sexually... and it was probably a good thing that her husband was sterile even though he had no troubles getting his penis erect and fucking like a beast in bed, because of just how much sex the couple enjoyed indulging in together. Had he been able to produce a child, his wife likely would have had dozens of children by now, she often mused in silence with an amused and ever satisfied smile upon her face. But in all honestly, Jeremiah liked children a great deal more than he did adult women, especially ones such as his two adopted girls that he would see one day become very beautiful women in their own right... women who would, if things continued exactly as they were, be his mistresses, his lovers, his daughter-wives for the remainder of his life. Sylvia, much to her credit, suspected her husband was a pedophile and that he was doing things with their daughters that the law would say was highly illegal and wrong. Often, she dressed like a little girl for her husband and called him “daddy” when they had sex, and this aroused him tremendously and never failed to fully remind him of why it was he fell in love with such a “kinky bitch” (she she oft described herself to him) to start with. She was much younger than he was, her being exactly twenty eight years of age whilst Jeremiah was nearing fifty. He had a growing passion for young girls and young women alike, and in his life such as it was at present he had the best of both and everything precisely as he most liked it to be. Whereas most men by almost fifty might find their libidos and desires decreasing, Jeremiah's appetites and his ability to indulge in them only seemed to be increasing with age. Things he might have even perhaps thought twice about doing back when he was much, much younger he now did regularly and felt not a single moment's remorse for any of it. Life was too short for regrets, he decided one day, and he wanted to savor as much bliss and pleasure as possible before his time upon this world was over. So there Alice was, reclining like a miniature goddess and feeling somewhat jealous as she watched her father kissing her younger sister in the pool quite passionately whilst molesting the little redhead until she blushed and gasped... as Martha often did when Jeremiah decided to do naughty things with her unexpectedly. Jeremiah was wearing only a pair of black swimming trunks, and it was hard to disguise the erection he was beginning to sport. The two of them were in the shallow end of the big pool, since the children so were always warned never to go near the deep end, and before Alice knew it she was watching whilst her father was rubbing his crotch between Martha's legs in a bit of a dry hump whilst holding Martha so that she could not have broken free from this passionate embrace even if she wished to. He did this oft with her, and he always stopped short of fully raping the girl and depriving her of her virginity. Alice sighed as her father's cum got all over her little sister's crotch, which also always happened when he dry humped Martha, and the bits of his cum floated bout in the water following that. Alice was the one who always volunteered to clean the pool, after these trysts, and she did not mind having that responsibility.
Once he had done as he had with Martha, Jeremiah walked over to Alice and sat down next to her on a second lawn chair on the wooden deck of the pool. Alice cleared her throat then said to her father in a cold tone of voice: “Breaking the cutie in a bit more before the big fuck, are we?” It was not a question, but rather a statement, and the sort of thing that one would more expect to come from out of the mouth of a grown woman rather than that of a ten year old child. But Alison was pretty much as corrupted as a seasoned hooker... and twice as creative, especially in her imagination. She couldn't wait to watch when Martha's moment of complete defilement finally came, and part of her wished she could even take part in that defilement. Naturally, she never said a word of any of that to Martha but she had often said much of it to Jeremiah, who found it amusing. The man pulled his chair up so it was touching Alice's chair, so the two of them could confer quietly and not be overheard by Martha who was at the moment playing in the pool with a big beach ball and other pool toys. The very picture, of a normal child. He then said to his eldest daughter: “She really is very cute, I have to admit! I wonder if she will make cute noises the moment I pop her delicious virgin cherry.” Alice felt a tinge of excitement whenever her father talked so dirty and so diabolically fiendish like this, because she knew it meant he was going to do to her what he had yet to do to Martha. She leaned over and put her hand on the man's cock so she could stroke and play with it until it became hard and roused to action once again. As she did this, she hissed in a tone as low still so that Martha would not overhear anything: “I think she'll cry out like a whore! She'll take a bit of loosening up, but hey... I'm pretty loose now myself, so we both know she'll get used to it too. The kid's got to learn sometime! Better sooner, than later. Am I right?” It was like she was pushing Jeremiah to act now, to do this now, but he felt that Martha was simply not quite ready just yet for such a thing. It was a bit later and after a lot of fondling by Alice, that Jeremiah finally pulled the older sister off of her lawn chair, forced her legs upon, and wedged himself between them before finally pulling her bathing suit aside to expose her hairless pussy. He pulled his swimming trunks down and fucked the little girl whilst she giggled and savored the moment. Given her age, she was still as tight as one might expect... and her father always took that into account whenever he took her like this, being careful not to hurt her but not too careful of course since Alice did like it quite rough and he was inclined to accommodate her wishes to the utmost. Martha heard the commotion and saw her daddy ravishing her older sister like the beast he sometimes acted like, and she giggled herself and laughed crazily whilst trying to pretend she did not see what she was seeing. “We were just wrestling, is all it was.” Jeremiah always told Martha whenever she asked him what he and Alice were doing. The dry humping he did with Martha he called “play humping” and that was what Martha called it also because of that. She never connected that with the supposed wrestling that daddy always did with big sis, because she was still innocent enough that it was possible for her to believe whatever she was told by an adult without question. Alice backed up the lie by saying the same thing Jeremiah did, and so Martha was still wholly unaware that her father was in fact having ferocious sexual intercourse with her older sister. Alice cried out when her lover shot the full load of his orgasm up into her... his warmth intermingling with hers as she gave in tot he pleasure that at last overwhelmed her and robbed her of all self control. When he pulled his still hard dick out of his daughter, his back was covered in rather bloody scratches from the child's fingernails. She had been screaming: “Yes! Fuck me Daddy! Oh yes! Fuck me harder!” towards the end. Martha still did not at all know what the word fuck even meant, and she was told never to say it unless she was told it was okay to. But she always heard Alice screaming that word whenever she and daddy wrestled. Just a silly word and a silly game, she figured. Nothing for a kid her age to be thinking about too deeply. “Daddy! Come on back and play with me some more!” shouted Martha once Jeremiah was finished with Alice for the time being. “Duty calls, my love.” the man said to Alice quietly before kissing her passionately prior to heading over to do some genuinely innocent activities with Martha until it was time to head inside and get lunch ready. Supper was always a bit late, after Sylvia got home and could enjoy it with her family.
But lunch was midday, every day, and Jeremiah prepared it whilst Alice helped him in the kitchen as Martha was upstairs in her room playing her Mario Kart racing video game. It was summer vacation, a fun time of the year for everyone, and the two little girls made certain that their father never felt lonely whilst mommy was busy working during the days. Sylvia had the weekends off, and they often took a lot of day trips on the weekend to parks and museums, and other places. Sylvia was planning to do as she always did and take at least one full week off sometime in early August so that they could plan a big family trip together that would be particularly memorable for everybody. One year they went to visit an aquarium in a neighboring state, and another year they took a trip out to Plymouth to see both Plymouth Rock and the other historical sites and locations there. Alice and Martha even got to see the rather more than famous Ocean Spray cranberry place in Plymouth, and a village where people still lived as if it was the days of the Pilgrims. Alice tried her best to get the Pilgrims to break character but as much as she so did her best to wear their patience thin, they remained steadfast in their dedication to live authentically as if it was still ye olden days. Plymouth Plantation, that village was called. One of the most memorable places the Aston family visited, and one of Alice's most fond childhood memories thus far. They lived in Massachusetts, in the Pioneer Valley, and for Jeremiah it was a dream come true because he had in his younger years lived in that state and for various reasons had to leave it for the Midwest. He hated living in the Midwest, especially the state of Iowa, and after meeting his wife Sylvia through an online dating service the two of them got married shortly afterwards and planned to move back out east, back to Massachusetts where they were both from originally. Once there, they purchased the mansion where they now lived and adopted the two girls after the move, wishing to start a family. Jeremiah used to be a somewhat traditional freelance artist who did quality commission work for private individuals. It payed decently enough due to his clients oft being wealthy families who could afford to hire private artists to create paintings and portraits for them, and he had been doing that up until the adoption was finalized. Once the children were a part of their life, he and his wife agreed that he should stay home to take care of the girls and to home school them so that they might never experience the bullying that so oft comes with the territory of attending school outside the home. Since Jeremiah had suffered that kind of awful bullying as a child, he never wanted his daughters to ever have to go through the same thing. Sylvia did agree with this as being wise, and she earned enough with her job that she could afford to provide for her family with no difficulties. Plus, Jeremiah had enough money saved up from his years as an artist so that they always had money in reserve to fall back should that ever become necessary. So, this was the circumstances in which this story takes place. The sound of Martha's video game echoed from upstairs, along with her shouting an occasional swear that Alice found amusing to hear her little sister utter. This was several hours after Alice drained the pool, cleaned the bottom of it, and filled it up with new water. None of which took all that long to do in and of itself. Jeremiah and Martha had been inside washing up and getting their clothes changed prior to the man starting lunch whilst his youngest daughter went off to immerse herself in video games and childlike imaginings typical for a six year old girl. Alice finally came inside, took a cool shower, and changed into a pretty white maxi dress with a red floral pattern on it before coming downstairs to help her beloved father with preparing the meal. Her hair was up in her favorite ponytail style, and she was wearing a red ribbon in her hair that went perfectly with the color of her dress's pattern. When nobody else was around, she called her father “hubby” and actually had begun to see herself as his true wife. He was making tuna salad sandwiches and there were french fries in the oven, the scent of the delicious food making her mouth water anxiously. He didn't seem to need help on this occasion, and so Alice walked over and threw her arms around his waist, saying: “Hey, handsome hubby mine! I love you like crazy.” He said to her lovingly: “I love you too, angel. Even crazier!” and she smiled happily to hear him say that. She felt so jealous whenever he had to spend a night pleasing Sylvia, always wishing he could instead spend it with her. A part of Alice so wanted him all to herself.
She sat down at the kitchen table and watched her father prepare the food, smiling contentedly. Then, she said something unexpected. “Do you ever wish that Mommy was my age?” she asked him, and he replied: “Why do you ask me that, sweetie?” to which she answered: “So she wouldn't have to pretend to be a little girl to make you happy. Oh, wait! Did I really just say that out loud?” She had spied upon her mother and father one night and saw what they got up to together when she looked into her parents' bedroom through the keyhole when they thought that she was asleep upstairs in her room across the hall from Martha's. Finally, she said what she had been thinking for a very long time now. And there was no way to unsay it now that she had done so. He explained to Alice: “Sometimes, but I also realize that we need her to be a grownup so that we can pay the bills... and I love her for other reasons that are different from the reasons why I love you and Martha.” Suddenly, the ten year old girl grew furious and slammed her fist on the table whilst shouting: “Bullshit! And Fuck Martha. I wanna know when the hell you are gonna call me your wife, hubby mine. I love you so much! And I always call you my hubby, but you... you never call me your wife, and I hate that so much. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!” She was unable to be able to contain her rage any longer, and finally this verbal and emotional explosion was the result. Her father stopped what he was doing and sat down next to Alice after washing his hands. He took her hand in his, kissed it, and said to her: “You are my true wife, Alice! Martha is fun to mess around with, and Sylvia is a good fuck, sure... but deep down in my heart I love you the most of anyone in the world. I... I am sorry I never had the courage to admit this openly, or to say it out loud, until right now. But I hope it is a case of better late than never? Let's kiss and make up, darling.” And, they kissed passionately in the exact same way that a husband and wife might after having an argument. This calmed Alice down and made her feel better. She smiled with visible satisfaction, and apologized for her outburst. The man so said to her after that: “You have nothing to be sorry about, my love! I was remiss in my duties as your husband, and I apologize deeply for that. From now on, I will call you my wife all the time except for when we are in public places where there are a lot of people around or whenever your mother is around. Do we have a deal, my beloved beautiful little wife?” Alice was happy with that arrangement, and said to Jeremiah: “Deal! Let's kiss on it.” and their lips met in a passionate lovers' kiss hotter and more truly intense perhaps than any they had engaged in before. After that, her father... her lover... prepared lunch and set it out on the table for himself, Alice and Martha to enjoy. Alice ran upstairs to get Martha, and the two little girls ran back downstairs and sat at the kitchen table to enjoy their sandwiches and french fries. They all had orange juice to drink, and everyone felt happy and in bright spirits. Martha sat next to her father, and Alice sat across from him. During the meal, Alice noticed Martha put her hand over and unto her father's lap. She must have done something naughty, because the man said to her in a firm but not angry tone of voice: “Not now, sweetie pie! Maybe later we can play that game but for now it's lunchtime.” Martha cheered at what the six year old child viewed as a promise, whilst her older sister thought to herself silently: “Seriously, Martha! You're really gonna play with his pecker right here and now at the table? Bitch, you're even sicker than I am!” But she refrained from saying a word of what she was thinking out loud. Her father noticed though, and he asked her: “Darling, is everything okay? You look like there is something on your mind.” But Alice shook her head and said only: “Nope, not a thing hubby! It's all good. Supper tastes great, by the way, I love tuna sandwiches.” Martha then asked Jeremiah: “Wanna come upstairs with me after and play some Mario Kart, Daddy?” He glanced over at Alice, who so said to him: “Sure, go ahead babe! I'll be in the playroom practicing my ballet for a while before heading up to my room to work on my arts and crafts projects.” She enjoyed arts and crafts very much, it was a good way to express her budding creativity, and sometimes she liked to do a bit of finger painting as well since she found that to be a fantastic outlet for her imagination. Plus, Martha needed to have some time with her father as well, so it was only fair all the way around and Alice understood as much. The man agreed to do as Martha, asked but only after he cleaned up any messes in the kitchen.
The three of them brushed their teeth after the kitchen was cleaned up, and Alice went down into the playroom in the basement whilst Martha led her daddy by the hand up to her room where she had that video game still going on the television. Jeremiah sat on the floor next to his youngest daughter and he picked up the video game controller and waiting for Martha to pick up hers before they started to play their silly Mario Kart racing game. After about an hour of playing, Martha once again reached her hand to her father's privates and give his dick a bit of a squeeze. He was wearing a pair of knee length forest green shorts, and a matching tank top. Martha herself was wearing a pair of soft and silky red bloomer shorts, very puffy and cute looking on her, with a deep blue camisole top tucked into them. Her father had to admit, he always found her very attractive and sexy looking in such outfits. “Now, Daddy?” she asked him, and he finally agreed: “Yes, baby! Now for sure.” She got to work getting him hard with her hand, doing with his penis exactly as he had taught her the year previous. She had been five years old when she learned how to give her first hand job and blowjob to her father, and now that she was six she had become quite skillful with how to please him to the utmost. “That feel good, Daddy?” she asked in her sweet, innocent sounding voice. He laid back upon the floor with his arms behind his head before at last deciding to put a pillow behind his head instead, since that would be far more comfortable. Then, he let her do her sensuous thing until he was fully aroused. And never had he been more aroused for her than right now! She had her hair long and wild, and there was something mischievous about her smile and way it was that she was smiling. She was stroking him so very, very perfectly, that his mind became filled with visions of pulling off her clothes and thrusting himself into her, breaking her in fully at last. It was time, he said to himself silently. Time to break the little cutie in! He had her sit upon his lap with her legs spread, and he instructed her to grind upon him whilst he jabbed his bulge into her crotch. This was how they often dry humped... but today, he realized it was time to go all the way and fuck her fully. He held her waist as she wiggled and did did grind against him, which normally led to her feeling very interesting between her legs and him cumming after some time of this. But suddenly... he took her into his arms, picked her up, and carried her over to her bed where he sat her down. He told her to get unto her back, which she did. Then, he pulled her shorts off of her, followed by her panties. He kissed her passionately after that, forcing his tongue into her mouth and this finally caused him to reach the peak of his erection. He told her to spread her legs, as he got between them and proceeded to put his erect cock into her virgin pussy. Just the head of his dick at first, slowly and carefully, since she was small, tight, and had never had sex before. He did what came next carefully, expertly, and before long he had as much of his penis inside her as could be inserted into one so young safely so as not to harm her. He was fucking her, and this being her first time there was the expected tearing and blood from her cherry being popped. Her hymen hadn't been very thick, so it was easy enough for her father to break it as he screwed her with all his heart. She had not been prepared for the pain of this experience, and so she did actually begin to scream quite loudly. Her father covered her mouth when she did that and told her not to scream or cry out too loudly, however, because if she did scream like that then that would mean she was being a very bad girl. He explained: “And you want to make me happy, my little sweetie pie! You don't want to be a bad little girl for Daddy, do you?” She shook her head in a “no” motion, as her eyes filled with tears. He then said to her: “Good! Then when I remove my hand from your mouth, you need to be good and not scream. You can moan or even cry if you wish, but do not scream. I know this hurts, and once we are finished I will explain to you why it does and why I did not do this to you to hurt you. Understand?” She nodded her head in a “yes” motion, and after that Jeremiah took his hand away from off of his daughter's mouth. She cried and moaned, but was careful not to scream after that, whilst still her father kept pushing his hard dick into her and pulling it out of her, moving in and out of her with an increasing speed until at last she could feel his cum squirting and shooting up inside of her, hot and wet. Her body reacted in ways she did not expect it to, and she was helpless as her father basically raped her.
Alice heard the sounds of her little sister's scream before it fell silent, and she rushed upstairs whilst wearing her favorite ballet leotard that she had changed into for her ballet practice. She listened at her sister's bedroom door, and heard her father fucking her whilst the little girl whimpered, wept and kept moaning. It had been exactly the same way with Alice, and she realized finally her father was delivering Martha of the burden of her virginity. She called into the room: “Just go with it, Martha! It's actually a good thing, Daddy will explain it to you after.” Alice smiled in a highly sinister manner as she went on back downstairs to resume her ballet practice. “Finally, the little twat is getting her hole filled.” she did mutter to herself under her breath once she was well and fully out of everybody's earshot. Jeremiah and Martha had not heard Alice at the door, so intensely engaged were they in their sexual activities, and it was not long following his climax and full orgasm into his youngest daughter's plump and pretty body that things finally quieted down somewhat upstairs. Whilst Jeremiah explained to Martha everything he had neglected to tell her about sex thus far in her young life, he brought in a washcloth and towel from out of the upstairs bathroom, and some soap, and whilst he spoke with her and began to explain things in a thorough fashion, being both gentle and careful with his words and how he said things, he set about getting both Martha and her bed cleaned up to the best of his abilities. The blanket and topmost sheets would need to be washed in the washing machine in the basement, and thrown into the dryer after that. The man checked his daughter between her legs and found she was indeed unharmed save for the loss of her virginity, and he was relieved that he had not injured her during the act itself. She was sore, and crying, and could be bleeding for a bit more, so he had also fetched some clean cloths that she could put in her panties to absorb any remaining blood for a bit until it fully stopped flowing. Once she was fully dressed once more and had calmed down reasonably, Jeremiah took the soiled sheets and blanket down to be washed and then came back upstairs to spend some time consoling Martha and helping her to be fully away that he loved her and that none of this was to her detriment. Alice left the pair alone and did remain the basement doing her ballet and blasting classical music from a compact disc player that was down there. The older girl was in her own little world at the moment, whilst her father and little sister had some very real world things to get sorted between them. Martha finally came to understand things, and she stopped crying completely once she comprehended why her father had done what he did to her. It was out of love and passion, and now finally she knew what passion was in its' entirety. In time, her body would become accustomed to having sexual intercourse with her father, and she would be just like Alice in the years to come, accepting of her role as her father's mistress even as Alice played the role of a dutiful wife for her beloved Jeremiah. That was the nature of their relationship, the three of them, and it pleased them greatly. The trick, as ever, was to make certain that Sylvia never learned of what really was going on between them. At least, for as long as possible, until she could be made to understand and fully accept that this was the way things were and had to be. What the three of them never realized, was that Sylvia suspected already and did not care in the least. In her mind, it made it easier for her to please her husband if he was getting his wildest fantasies fulfilled by their daughters. She knew he would keep the two little girls to himself, and never allow them to date... they would be his concubines until the day he died, and after that they would be free to do whatsoever they pleased in life. The religion they all did follow, a religion of Jeremiah's own creation, allowed for such relationships and arrangements as this to be possible. He was a prophet, and his word was divinely inspired so that there was no contradicting it. To be sure, his word always made sense, and always rang true, and he managed to always be able to so deliver proofs for pretty much everything he claimed. Proofs, that were so perfect... they could not ever be denied. It was a facet of their spiritual beliefs that pretty much any woman or child whom Jeremiah claimed as his chosen bride was guaranteed to become a goddess at his side in the paradise that was the afterlife he promised to all those who believed in what he had to teach and preach. And he could have many brides, if he had a mind and the desire for many. As many he could love and take care of properly.
For his part, he always tried to make his wife Sylvia believe that although he could claim a child as a bride within the rights his religion granted him, he wouldn't because it was wrong in the eyes of the law. He always told her that there was man's law and then there was divine law. According to the laws of the divine, all love was permissible, even passionate sexual love between an adult and a child. He fervently maintained that man's law was wrong to restrict and deny this, and that the world would be a far better place if the only laws that were followed were those of the divine and those of a person's heart. Those and no other laws at all! But, always, he tried to make her to believe that he would never do anything contrary to man's law even so... because he was secretly afraid to his core that she would leave him if she ever learned he was a pedophile. Even though, she willingly accepted and agreed with his beliefs, which justified fully that passionate sexual love between adults and children was not wrong or wicked in any capacity. She accepted that the laws of mankind are wrong and flawed, and thus when she finally began to suspect what was going on between her husband and their daughters... she was all too happy to allow the man have his fun, and for their daughters to learn from him all that love so had to offer them. The love of a father as well as romantic love and sexual love. Better for them to experience happiness, and bliss, with him... with a gentle, spiritual, and goodly man... than for them to learn such things from a stranger when they got older only to discover as far too many girls do that many men in this word are horrid and evil minded and unworthy of what such beautiful girls might have to offer them. Let them be his brides, and be with him for as long as they wish to and desire to! Such was for the best, for everyone concerned, and man's law would never need to learn of any of this. When Sylvia got home later in that evening... she came home from work early after getting a gut feeling that something had happened, and that she needed to get home and be there as quickly as she could. Her car pulled up in the driveway at about nine at night, an hour and a half earlier than usual, and as she got out and walked up towards the front porch without bothering to pull the car into the garage. She could hear the classical music that was playing all the way downstairs in the basement, and she knew that Alice was down there practicing her ballet since that was the only time such a noise ever came up from down there. It was much louder than usual, and once she unlocked the front door and walked into the foyer she shouted for Alice to turn the music down. Unsurprisingly, Alice couldn't hear her over the music so Sylvia had to go downstairs to tell her in person to turn the music down. Alice saw her mother coming down the stairs and telling her to keep the noise down, so she rushed over to the compact disc player and shut it off completely. She then rushed over, game her mother a big hug and smiled as she said delightedly: “Mommy! It's early... you're home early tonight! I'm so happy, it's so great to have you home with us.” Sylvia was a beautiful woman, and a rather tall one too. She was five foot nine in her height, she had light blonde hair that she wore in a rather girlish twin ponytails style, and she was slender and well built with very nice breasts of a goodly size... not too large but not too small for a woman of her age and body type... and more than a rather fine ass, which was a compliment her husband always paid her that delighted her to hear. With it appealing to her more strictly naughty side, which always came out strongly in the bedroom whenever they were alone together for a night of lovemaking. She had blue eyes, and a pretty face, and looked rather a bit like a sexy librarian or hot teacher type. She was wearing a pair of black silky dress pants with a white long sleeved blouse tucked into them that was buttoned in the front. She looked ready for business, but at the moment she was just all about being a good and devoted mother. Her husband was shorter than her, with Jeremiah being five foot eight in his height, and she found it immensely amusing that she was taller than him and yet always played the child whenever they made love. She was his “big girl” as opposed to the two little girls who also had his heart. As has been mentioned, she did not find that to be at all distasteful, either. “Hey there, sweetie! So Alice, where's your father and sister? I had a feeling to come home early, and was a little bit worried.” Alice chuckled and said: “Oh Mom, there's no reason to worry! Daddy's upstairs with my little sis... and they're probably still playing games together.”
Alice was visibly nervous, and this did not bode well. “Upstairs, huh? Okay, I'll just pop up and say hello then! It'll be a fun surprise, I think.” Alice then hugged her mother tightly and said: “Oh Mom, I love you so much!” and it was clear she was trying to stall her mother from going upstairs. Sylvia was used to such tactics whenever something was going on that Alice didn't want her to know about, so she pat the little girl on her head, pulled free from the borderline bear hug, and started to head upstairs. She would have to start supper afterwards, but first she wanted to check in with Jeremiah and Martha just to make certain everything was alright. In Martha's bedroom, she and her father had fallen sleep together after talking until both of them were exhausted to the point where they both fell asleep. It had been a very long time since Jeremiah had slept in the same bed with Martha, and it felt good to hold her as he drifted off into beautiful and pleasant dreams. Sylvia walked in and noticed the two of them together in Martha's bed... which was small but big enough to accommodate her and Jeremiah. They were, both of them, breathing softly and looked extremely peaceful. “I'll just call them when supper is ready, or have Alice come fetch them.” she thought to herself, as she closed the bedroom door to let them rest. “Must have been one heck of a busy day for those two!” she said aloud, talking to herself as she sometimes so did in order to sort her thoughts. She headed off to the kitchen and began to prepare the evening meal. She always found the sight of her husband to be quite a handsome one! He kept his head and eyebrows shaved, which was perhaps a bit unusual, but that was simply his way and she found it attractive in an unusual but appealing sort of manner. He had grayish blue eyes, an aquiline nose that looked almost on the regal side, somewhat pronounced cheekbones due to being part Native American from over on his late grandmother's side of his family, and an overall average build to match his perhaps below average height. What he lacked in height he made up for by having a large heart. He had a rather round face that looked almost on the slightly feminine side, and long eyelashes that would be the envy of any woman. He had slender, artistic fingers and a soft soothing voice that sounded almost like the voice of a boy in his late teens whose voice just changed but which did not go deep yet did not remain light any longer. The years were beginning to show in his features, but he remained handsome always. That was how it was that Sylvia thought about her beloved husband, for she was still as deeply in love with him as she had been when first they had met for their very first date. Although she liked his looks a great deal, it was his caring heart, occasionally brilliant mind, and sometimes childlike heart that endeared him the most to her. For a man his age, he also had a tremendous amount of energy and lust for life and living, and the fact that he was great in the sack did not hurt matters any either. Sylvia decided to cook some pasta and sauce tonight, with meatballs, onions, peppers, tomatoes and garlic all thrown into the mix, along with some other tasty spices. Her mother had been fully Italian and her father had been of English ancestry, so she could cook Italian very well which always pleased Jeremiah since he had also grown up enjoying a lot of Italian cooking. One of his favorite restaurants to go to was Olive Garden, in fact, and it was there that they went... being certain to take the kids with them... every year, on their anniversary. And sometimes on Jeremiah's birthday as well. Alice always liked to be the one to sit next to her father, and for her part Sylvia was not stupid about things. She knew Alice was his favorite of the two girls and that there was something intensely intimate between them. Which is why, she mused for just a minute, it was so strange that he was with Martha right now and not with Alice. “I mean... I know he's fucking Alice! Oh, I see... maybe he's fucking Martha now too. Damn! I could see that coming for a while now. Doesn't matter, he's entitled to do what he likes with them, so long as he's gentle and loves them like he loves me. I've never been the jealous type anyway... what kind of mother or wife would I even be, if I couldn't share my husband's love with our daughters?” She put the thought out of her head and got all the things she needed out in order to start cooking. In that moment, the prophet Jeremiah Aston gained three wives, two of which were his adopted daughters, for even though he did not know it yet, he had Sylvia's full blessing in that regard and later on she would tell him as much so none of them had to lie.
Perhaps his title better should have been that of dark prophet, given that in fact he was an ancient and perhaps even demonic spirit that had been in the world in various incarnations pretty much ever since the earliest days of mankind on Earth. Or, maybe he was simply possessed! In any case, like a powerful incubus he required a great deal of sexual pleasure... and the energy he absorbed from it, partly in order to maintain his supernatural energies at their highest potency and partly because he was if truth be told rather more than addicted to it. Children had the highest spiritual energy of all, and when he partook of their energy during his sexual activities with them it invigorated and empowered him like nothing else in existence could even come close to. But, he genuinely loved his two adopted daughters! He loved all of the children he had ever been intimate with, since the dawn of time itself. He still remembered all of the names of every child bride he ever took, and he could conjure up their faces and forms in the depths of his memory as if he had just met them recently. He talked off to his wife, to Sylvia, about his ancient memories and she knew he was telling the truth for during lovemaking with him she at times found his mind was connecting with hers and in the instance of that mental conjoining she glimpsed all he was... and all he was to one day become. She knew him perhaps better than he knew himself at times, and she was oft keeping him mindful of that fact. She saw herself as his dark acolyte, his unholy companion in devilry. This excited her, for she was ever and always even in her youth a rebellious and willful child of the sort that one had to respect since her individuality and sense of self-determination was admirable in every way. Only she knew that darkness rather than light attracted her and appealed to that sense of not going with the masses, of doing her own thing in her own way, on her own terms. It was not, honestly, her husband who had seduced her to darkness but rather she had been drawn to it from the beginning of all her days, and she was of it in spirit. Supper went well that night, and Sylvia did not complain nor so much as bat an eyelash when Jeremiah sat at the table next to Martha whilst Alice sat next to her ever so understanding mother. She did not object, when Martha put her hand in Jeremiah's and when it was evident the two of them kept gazing into each other's eyes with their faces smiling with evident delight. They were deeply in love now, the ancient spirit clad in the flesh of a man and his redheaded child bride who could imagine no greater love than that which she was basking in at present. Something more than simply sexual had passed between them, and Alice felt no jealousy in the face of it. Sylvia accepted this wordlessly, without verbalizing anything out loud, but at one point she simply had nodded her head in understanding whilst she made form eye contact with her husband, and she so mouthed to him without saying it aloud: “I understand.” He nodded his head back, and Alice saw that all was well. Jeremiah was relieved that he no longer had to hide from his wife the things he had been doing with their daughters. Later that night, Sylvia decided she would allow Jeremiah to sleep with Martha if he wished to. But she had no doubt the pair would be up late tonight. On summer nights, this was alright since there was not any home schooling to be done during the day. Martha said at one point during the meal: “I love you so much, Daddy.” and Sylvia answered her by saying: “Your father loves you very much indeed, Martha! You are a very lucky little girl to have touched his heart so deeply.” Alice then said in answer to that: “I am likewise lucky, Mommy. He touched my heart the same way.” Jeremiah then took a chance by out loud stating in a somewhat joking manner: “Well, let's be honest here! It was more than just your heart. With both of you.” Sylvia took that opportunity to chuckle a bit before exclaiming: “Alright, alright! I'll tell you what... how about just for tonight I sleep in the spare bedroom and the two of you girls can both share your father's and my bed. Whatever you three decide to get up to, just know you have my full and complete blessing. So have fun, you literally crazy kids!” Alice had always fantasized about having this sort of a poly-amorous relationship between herself, her sister, and her father. She intended to show her little sister a thing or two, and could not wait to see how much this would excite Daddy. This was quite the depraved little family, but Jeremiah needed what he needed and loved what he loved... so there was finally the best sort of arrangement by which everyone could be satisfied and happy with the situation.
Sylvia joined in on some nights as well, never realizing before how much enjoyment she could take in the further corruption of her adopted children. Jeremiah whispered to her during one of those nights: “I believe I will make all three of you into succubi if truly none of you delightful ladies objects of course.” Sylvia, from studying the darker side of the occult and more than a bit of demonology back when she was a teenager, knew precisely what a succubus was, and explained it in detail to the two children, who both found the thought much to their liking. They all voiced their approval, and the man who was not a man in truth at all said unto his three brides: “Very well, then! I will bestow some of my own spiritual essence unto each of you during the course of our lovemaking, and when that painless procedure has at the last been completed... you will awaken after your next slumber as something far more than human. And our next night of lovemaking will be quite interesting indeed!” So did all of this come to pass, and indeed their next night of wild, unholy passion and unbridled lust find itself filled with passion so hot it may as well have been the fires and flames and heat of Hell itself that enveloped the four of them. For her part, Sylvia became nigh insatiable but she remained faithful to her husband and no one outside of their home ever noticed anything different about her whatsoever. The two little girls had become simply voracious in their sexual appetites, and often when the two children played together by themselves it so did culminate in them kissing each other passionately and indulging in whatsoever crossed their twisted little minds regarding what each might be inclined or moved to do unto the other. Whatever was most pleasurable for them to do together, they thus did, and even though everyone knew perfectly well that Martha was Daddy's favorite now... there was no displeasure shown at all. Everyone had changed, and yet everyone remained still as they had been, with many deliciously decadent improvements. At last, the dark prophet Jeremiah was able to amass enough spiritual energy to make himself immortal and finally he found that he would be able to maintain his current host body nigh eternally. Or, at least for so long as the world continued to exist! He then bestowed identical immortality upon his brides, who became through this forbidden gift every bit as undying as he now was. Alice was fourteen years old by then... Martha was ten... and Sylvia was thirty two, she being still as young and still as beautiful as one could please. The children would never need to worry about the concerns of becoming adults, and would get to appreciate an eternal childhood without end. For, even though they were quite twisted and depraved little monsters, the two girls still were at their hearts very much children. In total... this had taken a full four years to accomplish but it had been worth the effort to see it through. The sexual energy generated by their nightly poly-amorous orgies continued to build within them, and sometimes that energy would go forth unseen and unable to be glimpsed by physical sight into the night, and wheresoever energy of that variety might be drawn. Typically to people most easily influenced... and corrupted... by such dark and potent demonic forces. Perhaps to a loving father who had never acted on whatever subconscious desires he might have possessed in life, driving him to assault his daughter sexually and with the sort of unrestrained lust that could be said to be nigh unto animal-like in its' ferociousness. Or perhaps even the energy might be drawn to corrupt the heart of a brother who had never previously entertained the notion of raping his sister... but who had subconsciously had it within him to do so, and thus now he so acted upon this hunger he never realized he possessed. Much to his sister's terror and his family's dark shame! Yet still, the energy might come upon a priest who had never molested a child in his life, only to now be driven to do so without ever once realizing that doing this had made any vows of celibacy he had sworn a mockery. It was not always males who were affected by this energy either... a faithful and goodly wife of purest devotion might be corrupted by it to become a wanton whore to the point where she could not longer be constrained to a single lover for very long. Just as a well behaved little girl so affected by this energy might be driven to acts the likes of which would make a hardened prostitute to blush. Either with her father or older brother, who in turn became affected by the energy within her. So it was, that the demonic family of four went on to damn many previously pure souls... all through love.
Jeremiah Aston was in the difficult position of being a stay at home father and having to raise his two beautiful adopted daughters whilst his beloved wife Sylvia was at work, at the electronics company she worked for and designed innovative new products for. It was often, especially on the average weekday, quite hectic and yet to him it did never seem to be at all a bothersome thing because he actually longed for every and any opportunity to spend a bit of quality time alone with the two little girls, without his wife being present. There were reasons for this, and Sylvia may even have been aware of what actually was going on even if she never said anything, and so things proceeded much as they always did. On this particular summer day, it was late July and Jeremiah was entertaining the children by taking them out to the backyard for a bit of time at the swimming pool which the two parents had set up there. Both of the girls wore pretty looking one piece bathing suits. The younger girl, who was six years old and who had the name of Martha, was quite the adorable looking little thing. She had long curly red hair down to her lower back, just above her plump little butt, and the brightest hazel colored eyes in the whole world. At least, this was how Jeremiah would have described her, also remarking upon her cute freckled face and how much it pleased him to smile every time she smiled. Sometimes, Martha liked to wear her back in a long ponytail tied back with a pretty ribbon, and something about this look tended to bring out in her adopted father no small measure of arousal. Martha wore glasses normally, but for the trip out back to the pool she always put on a pair of swimming goggles. Her bathing suit was forest green and had a skirt. Her bare legs were a bit thicker than her sister's, for Martha was a somewhat chubby little girl but not in a way that made her look overweight. She was healthy for her age, and that was good. The older sister, who was ten years of age, was named Alison... Jeremiah always called her his “Alice” for short. Oft, he would call her his “Little Alice”, and that would be the precursor to things the child was sworn never to tell their adopted mother about. Things that passed between her and her father, things that if it were to be said the full truth of, would be of an intimate and highly sexual nature. Alice had hair of a bright strawberry blonde color, it was straight and she wore it long, sometimes doing like her sister did and tying it back into a long ponytail with a ribbon no less pretty than any her sister ever picked out to wear. Alice's hair was, like Martha's, down to her lower back. That was the farthest the two girls liked it, and their parents made sure to trim it back to where they liked it again when it started to get longer than was desired. Alice was more slender and less chubby than her sister, mostly because she was very intensely into gymnastics, dance, and athletics whereas Martha was more fond of reading storybooks, playing with her toys, and playing video games for many long hours on her Nintendo Switch gaming console. That is not say Martha never exercised, because she did, it was just that she did not have the same passion for physical activities that her sister possessed. Alice took gymnastics classes and ballet lessons, and she always looked quite stunningly radiant in her ever so soft light pink ballet leotard and whatever sheer tutu skirts she chose to pair with it. Alice had blue eyes more beautiful than the sky, the most angelic, cherubic features imaginable including sometimes pouting full lips that she often put to more carnal use when pleasuring her beloved father Jeremiah, and a gentleness and grace to her that it was certain was a strong indicator that one day she would grow to become quite a beautiful and elegant woman. Her bathing suit was sky blue in color, which went perfectly with her “baby blue” eyes as ever and always her parents called her eyes, and unlike Martha's more cute bathing suit... Alice's had a hint of sexiness to it that the girl actually cultivated to perfection. Martha was still the more innocent of the two girls, but her sister Alice was already her father's little slut and she rather like being this for him. It was just earlier that year when he finally took her virginity, and he had yet to do the same to Martha. In truth, Alice had enjoyed the experience even if she had pretended not to like it at first. She took a bit of perverse satisfaction in knowing that Martha was to be next, and oft fantasized about having quite wild threesomes involving her sister and her father who was also her lover. Alice was quite a perverted child!
At the pool, Alice posed on a reclining lawn chair in an overtly seductive and sexually suggestive way that was, she hoped, guaranteed to get the attention of her “naughty daddy” as she oft called him when the two were laying in each other's arms and she was close enough to his ear to whisper that into it. At present, however, he was busy playing with Martha who was splashing around in the pool... Jeremiah frolicking with her and looking every bit the dutiful and doting father. The back yard was surrounded on all sides by high trees and thick woods, and there were no neighbors for miles. The mansion the family lived in was out on the outskirts of town, where the countryside was rural and this made for a quiet and peaceful life, and also a very private one. There was the requisite wooden fence around the back yard, and around the front as well, so that the children would not rush off into the woods when they played and become lost. Usually, Jeremiah played with them as he did today and was able to make certain the two girls remained safe and sound no matter what. They were precious to him, sometimes even more so than his own wife was, because they were the epitome of all that he considered most beautiful and all that he found physically desirable in addition to them being just quirky and crazy enough to be a match for his own madness. Granted, he still liked adult women as well and he never failed to please his wife in every imaginable way, especially sexually... and it was probably a good thing that her husband was sterile even though he had no troubles getting his penis erect and fucking like a beast in bed, because of just how much sex the couple enjoyed indulging in together. Had he been able to produce a child, his wife likely would have had dozens of children by now, she often mused in silence with an amused and ever satisfied smile upon her face. But in all honestly, Jeremiah liked children a great deal more than he did adult women, especially ones such as his two adopted girls that he would see one day become very beautiful women in their own right... women who would, if things continued exactly as they were, be his mistresses, his lovers, his daughter-wives for the remainder of his life. Sylvia, much to her credit, suspected her husband was a pedophile and that he was doing things with their daughters that the law would say was highly illegal and wrong. Often, she dressed like a little girl for her husband and called him “daddy” when they had sex, and this aroused him tremendously and never failed to fully remind him of why it was he fell in love with such a “kinky bitch” (she she oft described herself to him) to start with. She was much younger than he was, her being exactly twenty eight years of age whilst Jeremiah was nearing fifty. He had a growing passion for young girls and young women alike, and in his life such as it was at present he had the best of both and everything precisely as he most liked it to be. Whereas most men by almost fifty might find their libidos and desires decreasing, Jeremiah's appetites and his ability to indulge in them only seemed to be increasing with age. Things he might have even perhaps thought twice about doing back when he was much, much younger he now did regularly and felt not a single moment's remorse for any of it. Life was too short for regrets, he decided one day, and he wanted to savor as much bliss and pleasure as possible before his time upon this world was over. So there Alice was, reclining like a miniature goddess and feeling somewhat jealous as she watched her father kissing her younger sister in the pool quite passionately whilst molesting the little redhead until she blushed and gasped... as Martha often did when Jeremiah decided to do naughty things with her unexpectedly. Jeremiah was wearing only a pair of black swimming trunks, and it was hard to disguise the erection he was beginning to sport. The two of them were in the shallow end of the big pool, since the children so were always warned never to go near the deep end, and before Alice knew it she was watching whilst her father was rubbing his crotch between Martha's legs in a bit of a dry hump whilst holding Martha so that she could not have broken free from this passionate embrace even if she wished to. He did this oft with her, and he always stopped short of fully raping the girl and depriving her of her virginity. Alice sighed as her father's cum got all over her little sister's crotch, which also always happened when he dry humped Martha, and the bits of his cum floated bout in the water following that. Alice was the one who always volunteered to clean the pool, after these trysts, and she did not mind having that responsibility.
Once he had done as he had with Martha, Jeremiah walked over to Alice and sat down next to her on a second lawn chair on the wooden deck of the pool. Alice cleared her throat then said to her father in a cold tone of voice: “Breaking the cutie in a bit more before the big fuck, are we?” It was not a question, but rather a statement, and the sort of thing that one would more expect to come from out of the mouth of a grown woman rather than that of a ten year old child. But Alison was pretty much as corrupted as a seasoned hooker... and twice as creative, especially in her imagination. She couldn't wait to watch when Martha's moment of complete defilement finally came, and part of her wished she could even take part in that defilement. Naturally, she never said a word of any of that to Martha but she had often said much of it to Jeremiah, who found it amusing. The man pulled his chair up so it was touching Alice's chair, so the two of them could confer quietly and not be overheard by Martha who was at the moment playing in the pool with a big beach ball and other pool toys. The very picture, of a normal child. He then said to his eldest daughter: “She really is very cute, I have to admit! I wonder if she will make cute noises the moment I pop her delicious virgin cherry.” Alice felt a tinge of excitement whenever her father talked so dirty and so diabolically fiendish like this, because she knew it meant he was going to do to her what he had yet to do to Martha. She leaned over and put her hand on the man's cock so she could stroke and play with it until it became hard and roused to action once again. As she did this, she hissed in a tone as low still so that Martha would not overhear anything: “I think she'll cry out like a whore! She'll take a bit of loosening up, but hey... I'm pretty loose now myself, so we both know she'll get used to it too. The kid's got to learn sometime! Better sooner, than later. Am I right?” It was like she was pushing Jeremiah to act now, to do this now, but he felt that Martha was simply not quite ready just yet for such a thing. It was a bit later and after a lot of fondling by Alice, that Jeremiah finally pulled the older sister off of her lawn chair, forced her legs upon, and wedged himself between them before finally pulling her bathing suit aside to expose her hairless pussy. He pulled his swimming trunks down and fucked the little girl whilst she giggled and savored the moment. Given her age, she was still as tight as one might expect... and her father always took that into account whenever he took her like this, being careful not to hurt her but not too careful of course since Alice did like it quite rough and he was inclined to accommodate her wishes to the utmost. Martha heard the commotion and saw her daddy ravishing her older sister like the beast he sometimes acted like, and she giggled herself and laughed crazily whilst trying to pretend she did not see what she was seeing. “We were just wrestling, is all it was.” Jeremiah always told Martha whenever she asked him what he and Alice were doing. The dry humping he did with Martha he called “play humping” and that was what Martha called it also because of that. She never connected that with the supposed wrestling that daddy always did with big sis, because she was still innocent enough that it was possible for her to believe whatever she was told by an adult without question. Alice backed up the lie by saying the same thing Jeremiah did, and so Martha was still wholly unaware that her father was in fact having ferocious sexual intercourse with her older sister. Alice cried out when her lover shot the full load of his orgasm up into her... his warmth intermingling with hers as she gave in tot he pleasure that at last overwhelmed her and robbed her of all self control. When he pulled his still hard dick out of his daughter, his back was covered in rather bloody scratches from the child's fingernails. She had been screaming: “Yes! Fuck me Daddy! Oh yes! Fuck me harder!” towards the end. Martha still did not at all know what the word fuck even meant, and she was told never to say it unless she was told it was okay to. But she always heard Alice screaming that word whenever she and daddy wrestled. Just a silly word and a silly game, she figured. Nothing for a kid her age to be thinking about too deeply. “Daddy! Come on back and play with me some more!” shouted Martha once Jeremiah was finished with Alice for the time being. “Duty calls, my love.” the man said to Alice quietly before kissing her passionately prior to heading over to do some genuinely innocent activities with Martha until it was time to head inside and get lunch ready. Supper was always a bit late, after Sylvia got home and could enjoy it with her family.
But lunch was midday, every day, and Jeremiah prepared it whilst Alice helped him in the kitchen as Martha was upstairs in her room playing her Mario Kart racing video game. It was summer vacation, a fun time of the year for everyone, and the two little girls made certain that their father never felt lonely whilst mommy was busy working during the days. Sylvia had the weekends off, and they often took a lot of day trips on the weekend to parks and museums, and other places. Sylvia was planning to do as she always did and take at least one full week off sometime in early August so that they could plan a big family trip together that would be particularly memorable for everybody. One year they went to visit an aquarium in a neighboring state, and another year they took a trip out to Plymouth to see both Plymouth Rock and the other historical sites and locations there. Alice and Martha even got to see the rather more than famous Ocean Spray cranberry place in Plymouth, and a village where people still lived as if it was the days of the Pilgrims. Alice tried her best to get the Pilgrims to break character but as much as she so did her best to wear their patience thin, they remained steadfast in their dedication to live authentically as if it was still ye olden days. Plymouth Plantation, that village was called. One of the most memorable places the Aston family visited, and one of Alice's most fond childhood memories thus far. They lived in Massachusetts, in the Pioneer Valley, and for Jeremiah it was a dream come true because he had in his younger years lived in that state and for various reasons had to leave it for the Midwest. He hated living in the Midwest, especially the state of Iowa, and after meeting his wife Sylvia through an online dating service the two of them got married shortly afterwards and planned to move back out east, back to Massachusetts where they were both from originally. Once there, they purchased the mansion where they now lived and adopted the two girls after the move, wishing to start a family. Jeremiah used to be a somewhat traditional freelance artist who did quality commission work for private individuals. It payed decently enough due to his clients oft being wealthy families who could afford to hire private artists to create paintings and portraits for them, and he had been doing that up until the adoption was finalized. Once the children were a part of their life, he and his wife agreed that he should stay home to take care of the girls and to home school them so that they might never experience the bullying that so oft comes with the territory of attending school outside the home. Since Jeremiah had suffered that kind of awful bullying as a child, he never wanted his daughters to ever have to go through the same thing. Sylvia did agree with this as being wise, and she earned enough with her job that she could afford to provide for her family with no difficulties. Plus, Jeremiah had enough money saved up from his years as an artist so that they always had money in reserve to fall back should that ever become necessary. So, this was the circumstances in which this story takes place. The sound of Martha's video game echoed from upstairs, along with her shouting an occasional swear that Alice found amusing to hear her little sister utter. This was several hours after Alice drained the pool, cleaned the bottom of it, and filled it up with new water. None of which took all that long to do in and of itself. Jeremiah and Martha had been inside washing up and getting their clothes changed prior to the man starting lunch whilst his youngest daughter went off to immerse herself in video games and childlike imaginings typical for a six year old girl. Alice finally came inside, took a cool shower, and changed into a pretty white maxi dress with a red floral pattern on it before coming downstairs to help her beloved father with preparing the meal. Her hair was up in her favorite ponytail style, and she was wearing a red ribbon in her hair that went perfectly with the color of her dress's pattern. When nobody else was around, she called her father “hubby” and actually had begun to see herself as his true wife. He was making tuna salad sandwiches and there were french fries in the oven, the scent of the delicious food making her mouth water anxiously. He didn't seem to need help on this occasion, and so Alice walked over and threw her arms around his waist, saying: “Hey, handsome hubby mine! I love you like crazy.” He said to her lovingly: “I love you too, angel. Even crazier!” and she smiled happily to hear him say that. She felt so jealous whenever he had to spend a night pleasing Sylvia, always wishing he could instead spend it with her. A part of Alice so wanted him all to herself.
She sat down at the kitchen table and watched her father prepare the food, smiling contentedly. Then, she said something unexpected. “Do you ever wish that Mommy was my age?” she asked him, and he replied: “Why do you ask me that, sweetie?” to which she answered: “So she wouldn't have to pretend to be a little girl to make you happy. Oh, wait! Did I really just say that out loud?” She had spied upon her mother and father one night and saw what they got up to together when she looked into her parents' bedroom through the keyhole when they thought that she was asleep upstairs in her room across the hall from Martha's. Finally, she said what she had been thinking for a very long time now. And there was no way to unsay it now that she had done so. He explained to Alice: “Sometimes, but I also realize that we need her to be a grownup so that we can pay the bills... and I love her for other reasons that are different from the reasons why I love you and Martha.” Suddenly, the ten year old girl grew furious and slammed her fist on the table whilst shouting: “Bullshit! And Fuck Martha. I wanna know when the hell you are gonna call me your wife, hubby mine. I love you so much! And I always call you my hubby, but you... you never call me your wife, and I hate that so much. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!” She was unable to be able to contain her rage any longer, and finally this verbal and emotional explosion was the result. Her father stopped what he was doing and sat down next to Alice after washing his hands. He took her hand in his, kissed it, and said to her: “You are my true wife, Alice! Martha is fun to mess around with, and Sylvia is a good fuck, sure... but deep down in my heart I love you the most of anyone in the world. I... I am sorry I never had the courage to admit this openly, or to say it out loud, until right now. But I hope it is a case of better late than never? Let's kiss and make up, darling.” And, they kissed passionately in the exact same way that a husband and wife might after having an argument. This calmed Alice down and made her feel better. She smiled with visible satisfaction, and apologized for her outburst. The man so said to her after that: “You have nothing to be sorry about, my love! I was remiss in my duties as your husband, and I apologize deeply for that. From now on, I will call you my wife all the time except for when we are in public places where there are a lot of people around or whenever your mother is around. Do we have a deal, my beloved beautiful little wife?” Alice was happy with that arrangement, and said to Jeremiah: “Deal! Let's kiss on it.” and their lips met in a passionate lovers' kiss hotter and more truly intense perhaps than any they had engaged in before. After that, her father... her lover... prepared lunch and set it out on the table for himself, Alice and Martha to enjoy. Alice ran upstairs to get Martha, and the two little girls ran back downstairs and sat at the kitchen table to enjoy their sandwiches and french fries. They all had orange juice to drink, and everyone felt happy and in bright spirits. Martha sat next to her father, and Alice sat across from him. During the meal, Alice noticed Martha put her hand over and unto her father's lap. She must have done something naughty, because the man said to her in a firm but not angry tone of voice: “Not now, sweetie pie! Maybe later we can play that game but for now it's lunchtime.” Martha cheered at what the six year old child viewed as a promise, whilst her older sister thought to herself silently: “Seriously, Martha! You're really gonna play with his pecker right here and now at the table? Bitch, you're even sicker than I am!” But she refrained from saying a word of what she was thinking out loud. Her father noticed though, and he asked her: “Darling, is everything okay? You look like there is something on your mind.” But Alice shook her head and said only: “Nope, not a thing hubby! It's all good. Supper tastes great, by the way, I love tuna sandwiches.” Martha then asked Jeremiah: “Wanna come upstairs with me after and play some Mario Kart, Daddy?” He glanced over at Alice, who so said to him: “Sure, go ahead babe! I'll be in the playroom practicing my ballet for a while before heading up to my room to work on my arts and crafts projects.” She enjoyed arts and crafts very much, it was a good way to express her budding creativity, and sometimes she liked to do a bit of finger painting as well since she found that to be a fantastic outlet for her imagination. Plus, Martha needed to have some time with her father as well, so it was only fair all the way around and Alice understood as much. The man agreed to do as Martha, asked but only after he cleaned up any messes in the kitchen.
The three of them brushed their teeth after the kitchen was cleaned up, and Alice went down into the playroom in the basement whilst Martha led her daddy by the hand up to her room where she had that video game still going on the television. Jeremiah sat on the floor next to his youngest daughter and he picked up the video game controller and waiting for Martha to pick up hers before they started to play their silly Mario Kart racing game. After about an hour of playing, Martha once again reached her hand to her father's privates and give his dick a bit of a squeeze. He was wearing a pair of knee length forest green shorts, and a matching tank top. Martha herself was wearing a pair of soft and silky red bloomer shorts, very puffy and cute looking on her, with a deep blue camisole top tucked into them. Her father had to admit, he always found her very attractive and sexy looking in such outfits. “Now, Daddy?” she asked him, and he finally agreed: “Yes, baby! Now for sure.” She got to work getting him hard with her hand, doing with his penis exactly as he had taught her the year previous. She had been five years old when she learned how to give her first hand job and blowjob to her father, and now that she was six she had become quite skillful with how to please him to the utmost. “That feel good, Daddy?” she asked in her sweet, innocent sounding voice. He laid back upon the floor with his arms behind his head before at last deciding to put a pillow behind his head instead, since that would be far more comfortable. Then, he let her do her sensuous thing until he was fully aroused. And never had he been more aroused for her than right now! She had her hair long and wild, and there was something mischievous about her smile and way it was that she was smiling. She was stroking him so very, very perfectly, that his mind became filled with visions of pulling off her clothes and thrusting himself into her, breaking her in fully at last. It was time, he said to himself silently. Time to break the little cutie in! He had her sit upon his lap with her legs spread, and he instructed her to grind upon him whilst he jabbed his bulge into her crotch. This was how they often dry humped... but today, he realized it was time to go all the way and fuck her fully. He held her waist as she wiggled and did did grind against him, which normally led to her feeling very interesting between her legs and him cumming after some time of this. But suddenly... he took her into his arms, picked her up, and carried her over to her bed where he sat her down. He told her to get unto her back, which she did. Then, he pulled her shorts off of her, followed by her panties. He kissed her passionately after that, forcing his tongue into her mouth and this finally caused him to reach the peak of his erection. He told her to spread her legs, as he got between them and proceeded to put his erect cock into her virgin pussy. Just the head of his dick at first, slowly and carefully, since she was small, tight, and had never had sex before. He did what came next carefully, expertly, and before long he had as much of his penis inside her as could be inserted into one so young safely so as not to harm her. He was fucking her, and this being her first time there was the expected tearing and blood from her cherry being popped. Her hymen hadn't been very thick, so it was easy enough for her father to break it as he screwed her with all his heart. She had not been prepared for the pain of this experience, and so she did actually begin to scream quite loudly. Her father covered her mouth when she did that and told her not to scream or cry out too loudly, however, because if she did scream like that then that would mean she was being a very bad girl. He explained: “And you want to make me happy, my little sweetie pie! You don't want to be a bad little girl for Daddy, do you?” She shook her head in a “no” motion, as her eyes filled with tears. He then said to her: “Good! Then when I remove my hand from your mouth, you need to be good and not scream. You can moan or even cry if you wish, but do not scream. I know this hurts, and once we are finished I will explain to you why it does and why I did not do this to you to hurt you. Understand?” She nodded her head in a “yes” motion, and after that Jeremiah took his hand away from off of his daughter's mouth. She cried and moaned, but was careful not to scream after that, whilst still her father kept pushing his hard dick into her and pulling it out of her, moving in and out of her with an increasing speed until at last she could feel his cum squirting and shooting up inside of her, hot and wet. Her body reacted in ways she did not expect it to, and she was helpless as her father basically raped her.
Alice heard the sounds of her little sister's scream before it fell silent, and she rushed upstairs whilst wearing her favorite ballet leotard that she had changed into for her ballet practice. She listened at her sister's bedroom door, and heard her father fucking her whilst the little girl whimpered, wept and kept moaning. It had been exactly the same way with Alice, and she realized finally her father was delivering Martha of the burden of her virginity. She called into the room: “Just go with it, Martha! It's actually a good thing, Daddy will explain it to you after.” Alice smiled in a highly sinister manner as she went on back downstairs to resume her ballet practice. “Finally, the little twat is getting her hole filled.” she did mutter to herself under her breath once she was well and fully out of everybody's earshot. Jeremiah and Martha had not heard Alice at the door, so intensely engaged were they in their sexual activities, and it was not long following his climax and full orgasm into his youngest daughter's plump and pretty body that things finally quieted down somewhat upstairs. Whilst Jeremiah explained to Martha everything he had neglected to tell her about sex thus far in her young life, he brought in a washcloth and towel from out of the upstairs bathroom, and some soap, and whilst he spoke with her and began to explain things in a thorough fashion, being both gentle and careful with his words and how he said things, he set about getting both Martha and her bed cleaned up to the best of his abilities. The blanket and topmost sheets would need to be washed in the washing machine in the basement, and thrown into the dryer after that. The man checked his daughter between her legs and found she was indeed unharmed save for the loss of her virginity, and he was relieved that he had not injured her during the act itself. She was sore, and crying, and could be bleeding for a bit more, so he had also fetched some clean cloths that she could put in her panties to absorb any remaining blood for a bit until it fully stopped flowing. Once she was fully dressed once more and had calmed down reasonably, Jeremiah took the soiled sheets and blanket down to be washed and then came back upstairs to spend some time consoling Martha and helping her to be fully away that he loved her and that none of this was to her detriment. Alice left the pair alone and did remain the basement doing her ballet and blasting classical music from a compact disc player that was down there. The older girl was in her own little world at the moment, whilst her father and little sister had some very real world things to get sorted between them. Martha finally came to understand things, and she stopped crying completely once she comprehended why her father had done what he did to her. It was out of love and passion, and now finally she knew what passion was in its' entirety. In time, her body would become accustomed to having sexual intercourse with her father, and she would be just like Alice in the years to come, accepting of her role as her father's mistress even as Alice played the role of a dutiful wife for her beloved Jeremiah. That was the nature of their relationship, the three of them, and it pleased them greatly. The trick, as ever, was to make certain that Sylvia never learned of what really was going on between them. At least, for as long as possible, until she could be made to understand and fully accept that this was the way things were and had to be. What the three of them never realized, was that Sylvia suspected already and did not care in the least. In her mind, it made it easier for her to please her husband if he was getting his wildest fantasies fulfilled by their daughters. She knew he would keep the two little girls to himself, and never allow them to date... they would be his concubines until the day he died, and after that they would be free to do whatsoever they pleased in life. The religion they all did follow, a religion of Jeremiah's own creation, allowed for such relationships and arrangements as this to be possible. He was a prophet, and his word was divinely inspired so that there was no contradicting it. To be sure, his word always made sense, and always rang true, and he managed to always be able to so deliver proofs for pretty much everything he claimed. Proofs, that were so perfect... they could not ever be denied. It was a facet of their spiritual beliefs that pretty much any woman or child whom Jeremiah claimed as his chosen bride was guaranteed to become a goddess at his side in the paradise that was the afterlife he promised to all those who believed in what he had to teach and preach. And he could have many brides, if he had a mind and the desire for many. As many he could love and take care of properly.
For his part, he always tried to make his wife Sylvia believe that although he could claim a child as a bride within the rights his religion granted him, he wouldn't because it was wrong in the eyes of the law. He always told her that there was man's law and then there was divine law. According to the laws of the divine, all love was permissible, even passionate sexual love between an adult and a child. He fervently maintained that man's law was wrong to restrict and deny this, and that the world would be a far better place if the only laws that were followed were those of the divine and those of a person's heart. Those and no other laws at all! But, always, he tried to make her to believe that he would never do anything contrary to man's law even so... because he was secretly afraid to his core that she would leave him if she ever learned he was a pedophile. Even though, she willingly accepted and agreed with his beliefs, which justified fully that passionate sexual love between adults and children was not wrong or wicked in any capacity. She accepted that the laws of mankind are wrong and flawed, and thus when she finally began to suspect what was going on between her husband and their daughters... she was all too happy to allow the man have his fun, and for their daughters to learn from him all that love so had to offer them. The love of a father as well as romantic love and sexual love. Better for them to experience happiness, and bliss, with him... with a gentle, spiritual, and goodly man... than for them to learn such things from a stranger when they got older only to discover as far too many girls do that many men in this word are horrid and evil minded and unworthy of what such beautiful girls might have to offer them. Let them be his brides, and be with him for as long as they wish to and desire to! Such was for the best, for everyone concerned, and man's law would never need to learn of any of this. When Sylvia got home later in that evening... she came home from work early after getting a gut feeling that something had happened, and that she needed to get home and be there as quickly as she could. Her car pulled up in the driveway at about nine at night, an hour and a half earlier than usual, and as she got out and walked up towards the front porch without bothering to pull the car into the garage. She could hear the classical music that was playing all the way downstairs in the basement, and she knew that Alice was down there practicing her ballet since that was the only time such a noise ever came up from down there. It was much louder than usual, and once she unlocked the front door and walked into the foyer she shouted for Alice to turn the music down. Unsurprisingly, Alice couldn't hear her over the music so Sylvia had to go downstairs to tell her in person to turn the music down. Alice saw her mother coming down the stairs and telling her to keep the noise down, so she rushed over to the compact disc player and shut it off completely. She then rushed over, game her mother a big hug and smiled as she said delightedly: “Mommy! It's early... you're home early tonight! I'm so happy, it's so great to have you home with us.” Sylvia was a beautiful woman, and a rather tall one too. She was five foot nine in her height, she had light blonde hair that she wore in a rather girlish twin ponytails style, and she was slender and well built with very nice breasts of a goodly size... not too large but not too small for a woman of her age and body type... and more than a rather fine ass, which was a compliment her husband always paid her that delighted her to hear. With it appealing to her more strictly naughty side, which always came out strongly in the bedroom whenever they were alone together for a night of lovemaking. She had blue eyes, and a pretty face, and looked rather a bit like a sexy librarian or hot teacher type. She was wearing a pair of black silky dress pants with a white long sleeved blouse tucked into them that was buttoned in the front. She looked ready for business, but at the moment she was just all about being a good and devoted mother. Her husband was shorter than her, with Jeremiah being five foot eight in his height, and she found it immensely amusing that she was taller than him and yet always played the child whenever they made love. She was his “big girl” as opposed to the two little girls who also had his heart. As has been mentioned, she did not find that to be at all distasteful, either. “Hey there, sweetie! So Alice, where's your father and sister? I had a feeling to come home early, and was a little bit worried.” Alice chuckled and said: “Oh Mom, there's no reason to worry! Daddy's upstairs with my little sis... and they're probably still playing games together.”
Alice was visibly nervous, and this did not bode well. “Upstairs, huh? Okay, I'll just pop up and say hello then! It'll be a fun surprise, I think.” Alice then hugged her mother tightly and said: “Oh Mom, I love you so much!” and it was clear she was trying to stall her mother from going upstairs. Sylvia was used to such tactics whenever something was going on that Alice didn't want her to know about, so she pat the little girl on her head, pulled free from the borderline bear hug, and started to head upstairs. She would have to start supper afterwards, but first she wanted to check in with Jeremiah and Martha just to make certain everything was alright. In Martha's bedroom, she and her father had fallen sleep together after talking until both of them were exhausted to the point where they both fell asleep. It had been a very long time since Jeremiah had slept in the same bed with Martha, and it felt good to hold her as he drifted off into beautiful and pleasant dreams. Sylvia walked in and noticed the two of them together in Martha's bed... which was small but big enough to accommodate her and Jeremiah. They were, both of them, breathing softly and looked extremely peaceful. “I'll just call them when supper is ready, or have Alice come fetch them.” she thought to herself, as she closed the bedroom door to let them rest. “Must have been one heck of a busy day for those two!” she said aloud, talking to herself as she sometimes so did in order to sort her thoughts. She headed off to the kitchen and began to prepare the evening meal. She always found the sight of her husband to be quite a handsome one! He kept his head and eyebrows shaved, which was perhaps a bit unusual, but that was simply his way and she found it attractive in an unusual but appealing sort of manner. He had grayish blue eyes, an aquiline nose that looked almost on the regal side, somewhat pronounced cheekbones due to being part Native American from over on his late grandmother's side of his family, and an overall average build to match his perhaps below average height. What he lacked in height he made up for by having a large heart. He had a rather round face that looked almost on the slightly feminine side, and long eyelashes that would be the envy of any woman. He had slender, artistic fingers and a soft soothing voice that sounded almost like the voice of a boy in his late teens whose voice just changed but which did not go deep yet did not remain light any longer. The years were beginning to show in his features, but he remained handsome always. That was how it was that Sylvia thought about her beloved husband, for she was still as deeply in love with him as she had been when first they had met for their very first date. Although she liked his looks a great deal, it was his caring heart, occasionally brilliant mind, and sometimes childlike heart that endeared him the most to her. For a man his age, he also had a tremendous amount of energy and lust for life and living, and the fact that he was great in the sack did not hurt matters any either. Sylvia decided to cook some pasta and sauce tonight, with meatballs, onions, peppers, tomatoes and garlic all thrown into the mix, along with some other tasty spices. Her mother had been fully Italian and her father had been of English ancestry, so she could cook Italian very well which always pleased Jeremiah since he had also grown up enjoying a lot of Italian cooking. One of his favorite restaurants to go to was Olive Garden, in fact, and it was there that they went... being certain to take the kids with them... every year, on their anniversary. And sometimes on Jeremiah's birthday as well. Alice always liked to be the one to sit next to her father, and for her part Sylvia was not stupid about things. She knew Alice was his favorite of the two girls and that there was something intensely intimate between them. Which is why, she mused for just a minute, it was so strange that he was with Martha right now and not with Alice. “I mean... I know he's fucking Alice! Oh, I see... maybe he's fucking Martha now too. Damn! I could see that coming for a while now. Doesn't matter, he's entitled to do what he likes with them, so long as he's gentle and loves them like he loves me. I've never been the jealous type anyway... what kind of mother or wife would I even be, if I couldn't share my husband's love with our daughters?” She put the thought out of her head and got all the things she needed out in order to start cooking. In that moment, the prophet Jeremiah Aston gained three wives, two of which were his adopted daughters, for even though he did not know it yet, he had Sylvia's full blessing in that regard and later on she would tell him as much so none of them had to lie.
Perhaps his title better should have been that of dark prophet, given that in fact he was an ancient and perhaps even demonic spirit that had been in the world in various incarnations pretty much ever since the earliest days of mankind on Earth. Or, maybe he was simply possessed! In any case, like a powerful incubus he required a great deal of sexual pleasure... and the energy he absorbed from it, partly in order to maintain his supernatural energies at their highest potency and partly because he was if truth be told rather more than addicted to it. Children had the highest spiritual energy of all, and when he partook of their energy during his sexual activities with them it invigorated and empowered him like nothing else in existence could even come close to. But, he genuinely loved his two adopted daughters! He loved all of the children he had ever been intimate with, since the dawn of time itself. He still remembered all of the names of every child bride he ever took, and he could conjure up their faces and forms in the depths of his memory as if he had just met them recently. He talked off to his wife, to Sylvia, about his ancient memories and she knew he was telling the truth for during lovemaking with him she at times found his mind was connecting with hers and in the instance of that mental conjoining she glimpsed all he was... and all he was to one day become. She knew him perhaps better than he knew himself at times, and she was oft keeping him mindful of that fact. She saw herself as his dark acolyte, his unholy companion in devilry. This excited her, for she was ever and always even in her youth a rebellious and willful child of the sort that one had to respect since her individuality and sense of self-determination was admirable in every way. Only she knew that darkness rather than light attracted her and appealed to that sense of not going with the masses, of doing her own thing in her own way, on her own terms. It was not, honestly, her husband who had seduced her to darkness but rather she had been drawn to it from the beginning of all her days, and she was of it in spirit. Supper went well that night, and Sylvia did not complain nor so much as bat an eyelash when Jeremiah sat at the table next to Martha whilst Alice sat next to her ever so understanding mother. She did not object, when Martha put her hand in Jeremiah's and when it was evident the two of them kept gazing into each other's eyes with their faces smiling with evident delight. They were deeply in love now, the ancient spirit clad in the flesh of a man and his redheaded child bride who could imagine no greater love than that which she was basking in at present. Something more than simply sexual had passed between them, and Alice felt no jealousy in the face of it. Sylvia accepted this wordlessly, without verbalizing anything out loud, but at one point she simply had nodded her head in understanding whilst she made form eye contact with her husband, and she so mouthed to him without saying it aloud: “I understand.” He nodded his head back, and Alice saw that all was well. Jeremiah was relieved that he no longer had to hide from his wife the things he had been doing with their daughters. Later that night, Sylvia decided she would allow Jeremiah to sleep with Martha if he wished to. But she had no doubt the pair would be up late tonight. On summer nights, this was alright since there was not any home schooling to be done during the day. Martha said at one point during the meal: “I love you so much, Daddy.” and Sylvia answered her by saying: “Your father loves you very much indeed, Martha! You are a very lucky little girl to have touched his heart so deeply.” Alice then said in answer to that: “I am likewise lucky, Mommy. He touched my heart the same way.” Jeremiah then took a chance by out loud stating in a somewhat joking manner: “Well, let's be honest here! It was more than just your heart. With both of you.” Sylvia took that opportunity to chuckle a bit before exclaiming: “Alright, alright! I'll tell you what... how about just for tonight I sleep in the spare bedroom and the two of you girls can both share your father's and my bed. Whatever you three decide to get up to, just know you have my full and complete blessing. So have fun, you literally crazy kids!” Alice had always fantasized about having this sort of a poly-amorous relationship between herself, her sister, and her father. She intended to show her little sister a thing or two, and could not wait to see how much this would excite Daddy. This was quite the depraved little family, but Jeremiah needed what he needed and loved what he loved... so there was finally the best sort of arrangement by which everyone could be satisfied and happy with the situation.
Sylvia joined in on some nights as well, never realizing before how much enjoyment she could take in the further corruption of her adopted children. Jeremiah whispered to her during one of those nights: “I believe I will make all three of you into succubi if truly none of you delightful ladies objects of course.” Sylvia, from studying the darker side of the occult and more than a bit of demonology back when she was a teenager, knew precisely what a succubus was, and explained it in detail to the two children, who both found the thought much to their liking. They all voiced their approval, and the man who was not a man in truth at all said unto his three brides: “Very well, then! I will bestow some of my own spiritual essence unto each of you during the course of our lovemaking, and when that painless procedure has at the last been completed... you will awaken after your next slumber as something far more than human. And our next night of lovemaking will be quite interesting indeed!” So did all of this come to pass, and indeed their next night of wild, unholy passion and unbridled lust find itself filled with passion so hot it may as well have been the fires and flames and heat of Hell itself that enveloped the four of them. For her part, Sylvia became nigh insatiable but she remained faithful to her husband and no one outside of their home ever noticed anything different about her whatsoever. The two little girls had become simply voracious in their sexual appetites, and often when the two children played together by themselves it so did culminate in them kissing each other passionately and indulging in whatsoever crossed their twisted little minds regarding what each might be inclined or moved to do unto the other. Whatever was most pleasurable for them to do together, they thus did, and even though everyone knew perfectly well that Martha was Daddy's favorite now... there was no displeasure shown at all. Everyone had changed, and yet everyone remained still as they had been, with many deliciously decadent improvements. At last, the dark prophet Jeremiah was able to amass enough spiritual energy to make himself immortal and finally he found that he would be able to maintain his current host body nigh eternally. Or, at least for so long as the world continued to exist! He then bestowed identical immortality upon his brides, who became through this forbidden gift every bit as undying as he now was. Alice was fourteen years old by then... Martha was ten... and Sylvia was thirty two, she being still as young and still as beautiful as one could please. The children would never need to worry about the concerns of becoming adults, and would get to appreciate an eternal childhood without end. For, even though they were quite twisted and depraved little monsters, the two girls still were at their hearts very much children. In total... this had taken a full four years to accomplish but it had been worth the effort to see it through. The sexual energy generated by their nightly poly-amorous orgies continued to build within them, and sometimes that energy would go forth unseen and unable to be glimpsed by physical sight into the night, and wheresoever energy of that variety might be drawn. Typically to people most easily influenced... and corrupted... by such dark and potent demonic forces. Perhaps to a loving father who had never acted on whatever subconscious desires he might have possessed in life, driving him to assault his daughter sexually and with the sort of unrestrained lust that could be said to be nigh unto animal-like in its' ferociousness. Or perhaps even the energy might be drawn to corrupt the heart of a brother who had never previously entertained the notion of raping his sister... but who had subconsciously had it within him to do so, and thus now he so acted upon this hunger he never realized he possessed. Much to his sister's terror and his family's dark shame! Yet still, the energy might come upon a priest who had never molested a child in his life, only to now be driven to do so without ever once realizing that doing this had made any vows of celibacy he had sworn a mockery. It was not always males who were affected by this energy either... a faithful and goodly wife of purest devotion might be corrupted by it to become a wanton whore to the point where she could not longer be constrained to a single lover for very long. Just as a well behaved little girl so affected by this energy might be driven to acts the likes of which would make a hardened prostitute to blush. Either with her father or older brother, who in turn became affected by the energy within her. So it was, that the demonic family of four went on to damn many previously pure souls... all through love.
Published 26th Mar 2024
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