Two years before, he discovered that his father was raping his sister Candy. She was twelve at the time. Since then he'd been plotting justice, but knew he was too young and knew he had to save her after he'd done the deed.

When Casey was twelve and she was nine, Candy used to come up in his tree house and let Casey lick her butthole so she could play in his preserve. Then they'd play checkers and later chess. Casey loved to lick Cathy's butt. He made her stay naked all the time and eventually got her to suck his immature prong. She liked that too. She was always a very sexual and uninhibited child, and when she began to grow breasts she showed them to Casey before she showed them to her girlfriends. That was when Casey stopped playing the game. But he never forgot the flavor of his sister's butthole, and dreamed of it nightly. Every night. His erections were so hard it almost made him cry. Even cumming didn't help.

He knew it was wrong, that's why he'd stopped.

Casey blew a gasket when he found out his Dad was raping her.

***

He opened the door very quietly, slowly. The yellow lamps cast an oddly soothing light but the scene was sordid. He could hear his sister whimpering, a subdued groaning, and sickly gurgly-drippy sounds. That, and the squeaking of bedsprings.

He could smell his father's liquor. And his rancid cologne, which once he'd loved, when Dad would come home after weeks at camp or maneuvers. Old Spice. After Mom died things had changed.

His father's drunken voice. It was difficult to pick out what he said. Candy spoke more clearly but her voice was tinged with hysteria. "Yes, please Daddy, fuck me, goddamn you Daddy fuck me harder!" she stortled, and Casey's heart broke. Then his mind clouded with rage.

"Harder, Daddy, FUCK me! Don't treat me like a doll, fuck me like a woman!" Candy begged and Casey choked on the pure falsity of what she said.

"BITCH!" their father snarled, his one coherent word, and then he moaned like an animal. "You make me do this!" he bellowed. "I don't WANNA DO THIS!" Lying sack of shit. "Yeah, Daddy, scream at me all you like, I need your cock, now ram it in me!" his little sister lied.

She grunted and allowed, "That's better, Daddy, that's it, that's it, make me cum, fill me up with your cum....." Then she shrieked, "Fuck me asshole, fuck me!"

Poor twisted sister, Casey thought, blinking tears, but steadying himself to be a man, do what he had to do.....

***

Casey had never had a girlfriend, and his Dad dug that fact into him sometimes like a fork in a boiled potato. "You a fruit?" Matt asked him once, his eyes oddly lucid for a change, despite all the booze. "No Dad!" Casey protested weakly, but he'd never had a girl

"Well, you better start dating," Matt snorted. "And you gotta learn to drive, boy. I'll teach ya. Your almost 16."

Well, his dad did teach him that, driving. Casey hated back-in parking and almost anything to do with city streets, but he purred on the highway. His dad was proud of him. When they did the driving lessons they were genuinely close.

***

Casey stepped up behind the king-size mahogany Mission-style bed, his stomach threatening to regurgitate at the sight of his father's hairy muscular ass as he lay over his 14 year old daughter, rutting her. Her father's cock was thick as Candy's wrist, ripping her apart. The poor kid's surprisingly mature legs were wide apart. She wiggled her toes against her father's calves. The drunken sire squeezed into his voluptuous but illegally young daughter, expelling his vile sperm into her abused vagina.

Casey raised the belt, and whir-whirred it around in his arm until it hummed and then slammed it on his father's pimply ass, drawing blood and curses from his lecherous old man. Again he slammed the wicked leather, and again.

***

"Dear Sir," Casey had written a year before in the e-mail, "I am a 23 year old student in central Ohio, and I love your web site. I have downloaded almost all the MPEG and AVI files, and wonder if, can I work for your site? Your actor Clint is a favorite of mine, he really makes large loads I watch them over and over I wish the camera were closer, and I have a very large penis too about ten inches, and I am mailing you a video I made masturbating. Be sure to watch my cumshot. I practiced hard. I will act with anyone you want, even guys. Please send a reply."

Casey shivered when he finally sent that. He squinted and tears rolled down his cheeks. He would really like to make love to a girl, but the site he'd found didn't have much to do with girls. But it did have a "hire" link and Casey would need money when he finished off his old man.

He needed to support Candy. The site was Canadian and Canada was pretty close. Casey was planning ahead. Next he had to get a drivers license that showed him older than he was, and one for Candy too, making her eighteen at least. New names. They would be boyfriend and girlfriend, he figured. Simpler than being brother and sister, and of course passing themselves off as father and daughter was hopeless. Oh yeah, dual citizenship, that would be best. There was a lot to work on. He toted up his savings in his head, set goals: lawn mowing, baby-sitting if he had to, deliveries for the regional Internet Grocery service. The immediate priority was to make money.

***

Matt Stuart rolled off his daughter, his penis hugely bloated, red and nauseating, looking like a mottled worm, white with his spend. His face was contorted into a savage snarl of a wounded animal, and he sucked in his still formidable gut and sat up and grabbed the belt as it flew at him again. Fast! It was like a shortstop doing a one-handed catch of a hard hit fastball. Matt pulled the strop out of his son's hand, nearly breaking his wrist, and the boy stumbled forward, falling to one knee......(cont)