Copyright © 1998, T. Allen Strange. ALL Rights Reserved
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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.
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