Copyright © 1998, T. Allen Strange. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted by writing tallenstrange@mrdouble.com. WARNING!! THIS STORY DEPICTS SEXUAL INTERCOURSE BETWEEN AN ADULT AND A MINOR CHILD!! THE STORY IS ABOUT INCEST! IF THIS TYPE OF STORY OFFENDS YOU, THEN **READ NO FURTHER!!!** THIS MATERIAL IS NOT INTENDED FOR CHILDREN OR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN (18) YEARS OF AGE!! ALL PLACES, EVENTS, AND PERSONS DEPICTED IN THE STORY ARE FICTIONAL. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANY PERSONS, ALIVE OR DEAD, ARE COINCIDENCE, SELF-INDUCED DELUSION, AN OVER-ACTIVE IMAGINATION, OR WISHFUL THINKING!! ANY PERSONS **STILL** READING THIS STORY HAVE NO OBJECTIONS COMING TO THEM REGARDING THE CONTENTS OF THE SAME. m/f, mm/f, M/f, Mm/f, MF/f, m/F, con, non-con, S&M, B&D HOUSE OF SECRETS By T. Allen Strange CHAPTER THREE Thomas skidded his bike to a stop in front Pogo's and jumped off. He put down the kick stand and went inside. The familiar jingle of the little bells tinkling overhead as the door opened and closed still held a kind of magic charm for him. At first he didn't see anyone and thought briefly that the old store was empty, then old man Anderson's head peered at him from behind the counter, just barely visible over the top of the counter. "Oh, hello again Thomas," he called out raising up and planting his hands on the counter top. "What can I do for you today?" "I came by to get that other pack of film," he smiled as he walked up. Anderson looked surprised. "Already? I wasn't expecting you back so quick," he said with raised eyebrows. Thomas was about to say something about finding a lot of things to photograph when he saw a mop of brown hair behind the counter. All he could see was just a mass of brown, curly hair with a pair of light blue barrettes in the shape of bows on either side. Anderson saw his quizzical expression and chuckled. "Sherry, say hello to young master Thomas," he said. A pretty young girl of about seven or eight stuck her head up and smiled shyly. Beneath that mop of curly brown were a pair of the most mischievous blue eyes he'd ever seen, as well as the deepest dimples. A splattering of tiny freckles crossed her nose and he was suddenly struck by how much she favored Laura. "Sherry's my granddaughter," Anderson explained, "and she's spending the summer with us. Grandma's in town today visiting the doctor so Sherry's spending the day with me at the store." "You've got a terrific grandpa," he told her, smiling. "I know," she giggled. There was a musical quality to even her girlish giggle that appealed to him. "Now, now, you two will be making me blush!" Anderson laughed amiably. "Now what kind of film was that again?" "Polaroid 600." "Ah yes. Now where did I put that? I have it around here somewhere," he muttered rifling through the myriad of drawers and cubbyholes around him. Thomas leaned over the counter trying to see if he could help spot the wayward film pack. His gaze stopped on something pink on the floor nearly out of sight at the base of the counter. Leaning over further he saw it was a girls pink panty, trimmed with white lace. He looked more closely at Sherry. She had on a short baby-blue and white dress and white sneakers. There was nothing to indicate the panties belonged to her, yet Thomas was suddenly suspicious. Then he felt ashamed. If he weren't screwing around with Heather, he told himself, he wouldn't have even thought it. Anderson was walking by and he looked the other way not wanting him to see his guilt. Out of the corner of his eye he caught him trying to nudge the panty further under the counter with his shoe while still searching. When he'd finally got them out of sight he glanced furtively in his direction. Thomas pretended not to have noticed anything, staring off in the other direction. This seemed to relieve him. "Have you taken some sexy pictures of your sisters?" he asked jokingly. Thomas didn't flinch. He kept his voice steady and replied, "Uh-huh, but only of Heather. Lots of 'em." This time it was Mr. Anderson who looked around, startled. Then he laughed. "You got me that time, ol' bud! I wasn't expecting that. Bring them in and let me look at them." "Well, I really couldn't do that. They're kind of special," he grinned. "Why not? They aren't all that sexy, are they?" Anderson was trying to act nonchalant but Thomas could tell he'd gotten to him. And because he HAD gotten to him Thomas was also pretty sure those were Sherry's panties behind the counter! He wondered what he'd interrupted when he came in. He recalled Mr. Anderson had been out of sight behind there. "Sexy enough," he laughed. "Besides, Heather wouldn't like it if I showed them to anyone." "Oh, surely she wouldn't mind if you were to show ME her pictures," he insisted. Thomas didn't answer. Old man Anderson continued to search while casting furtive glances in his direction. "Ah, here we are!" he exclaimed producing the remaining film pack. He set it on the counter in front of him and scrutinized him. "Well what do you say?" he smiled. "Thank you Mr. Anderson," he replied politely. "No, no, I mean the pictures. All joking aside. I know there's nothing really sexy about them. I just happen to think your sisters are very pretty young ladies and I'd like to see some photographs of them." Thomas looked at him and smiled broadly. "I tell you what I'll do Mr. Anderson. I happen to think your granddaughter is also very pretty. You take some pictures of Sherry and show them to me the next time I come in. I'll take some of Heather just exactly like them and show you. Fair enough?" Anderson looked at him hard for a moment, obviously trying to determine if he was assessing Thomas's meaning correctly, then smiled. "Fair enough!" he said slapping him on the shoulder. He rang up the film and Thomas stole a glance at Sherry. She was staring at him still smiling. ************************************************ -- Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! www.mrdouble.com Be There.....