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While peer group pressure and others outside the home exert an important influence over today’s youth, parents and family still exercise a paramount authority over their children. By the same token, the example of the former is a great determining factor in the character development of the latter.
Thus, if a teenager sees abuse of one parent by another, continual drunkenness by mother or father or both, sexual aberrations of the most violent kind, infidelity as the rule rather than the exception, if all these are treated as the norm and are flaunted before the very young and impressionable, then is it any wonder that a son or daughter will take on these characteristics as their own and develop a like personality?
Carl McNarey and his sister Mona are middle-aged, attractive, wealthy, and see no need to hide their relationship from their young and impressionable daughter, Vicky. Carl’s oldest son, Howell, is a habitual drunk, who follows his father’s example. Vicky soon finds herself an unwilling partner in the family’s games.
THE FAMILY SECRET — a work of fiction, or possibly the story of the girl next door.
The pilot’s voice had just come through the intercom saying something about perfect flying weather and night time temperatures at the airport where they’d be landing. But Vicky wasn’t really paying much attention. Her pink tongue stuck a little ways out of her mouth as she bit down on it and her blue eyes fluttered half open. She’d turned off her reading light long ago and pulled her windbreaker across her lap. The plane wasn’t crowded and she had the whole seat to herself.
“Nnnnnn… ohhhhh… it is going in!” she breathed to herself, wiggling her middle finger back and forth. The dainty folds of her slit felt so soft… so velvety warm. And she was wet, too. Wet and slippery where her juices had flooded out. She spread her bare feet on the floor under the seat in front and pointed her toes. As her calf muscles bulged and the strands along the insides of her thighs stiffened, she felt the tension build too. Her finger seemed suddenly to penetrate some delicate baffler and she let herself moan louder than she should’ve. But it was exciting! Her middle finger was sliding easily now, going in all the way to the last knuckle.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number PP-8049 in the original publications (a duplicate).