Date: Sun, 8 Oct 2006 06:22:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: LivingNude <mndad1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Web Cam Wet Dreams Chapter 9 (Bisexual Incest)

I know it has been a while since I wrote anything and
I'm sorry about that. You need to understand that I am
on the cusp of poverty.

When my computer met its demise it was difficult for
me to replace it and then I had to know I was
financially secure enough to afford the Internet
again.

I guess no matter how wealthy someone is hard times
must fall on all of us now and then. It may not be
about money, but I believe in nature and struggles are
an important aspect for a healthy life.

Anyway, for now at least the bitch is back and I am
going to strive to not only finish some of my work,
but also come up with some even better stories for you
to read.

Just be sure to keep your mouse free of Vaseline. It
screws up your mouse's balls.

Web Cam Wet Dreams
By
Boy Trainer

Chapter 9

Picking Up Strays

I knew that knock. I knew it had to be Nakita on his
break just as I had instructed him. Still I looked
through the peephole to be sure and yes it was Nakita,
but I caught a glimpse of someone moving around behind
him.

"Quick!" I hissed at the others. Get something on.

As they rushed off to get decent I shouted. "Just a
minute!" Then I too ran into the bedroom to find
something. Pete's discarded boxers would have to do
cause there was nothing else.  My imagination was
running wild at that point. Could it me a cop at the
door? Was it the hotel manager? I just didn't know,
but after the way I had been acting, I was expecting
some kind of hammer to fall and right on my foot.
(Good thing I'm a kid though.) I thought to myself.
Nonetheless I knew trouble was brewing.

Pete and our sisters were like trapped mice. They were
bumping into each other trying to fix themselves.

"Calm down!" I hushed them. "You guys just stay in
here and I'll go see what's up."

Wearing only a pair of boxers, which I never cared for
much I closed the bedroom door behind me and opened
the hall door.

There stood Nakita with a sheepish, but serious look
on his face. Behind him was a big burly woman holding
him by the back of his shirt collar. She looked me up
and down with a scowl and practically threw Nakita in
almost bowling me over with his body.

"So..." She barked. "You are the boy who killed my son?"
I couldn't help but notice the way she clicked her
lips with every word she spoke. It was like her lips
had a layer of glue on them and she had to pry them
apart to speak.

"What do you mean?" I asked shaking like a scared
puppy.

"Nakita. My son tells me that he like boys now. My son
is dead to me now. Here this body belongs to you. Do
as you wish." Then off she went leaving Nakita
standing there looking lost to the world.

"What the hell did you do?" I stammered after she was
gone.

"I told my mother. I wanted to be open with my family
like you are with yours." He shook. "Did not work the
way I hoped. Now I don't know what to do. I cannot go
home anymore. I should just kill myself." Then he slid
his index finger across his neck.

"Well come in and sit down." I said while the others
came out of the bedroom obviously knowing what just
happened.

When Nakita sat down all of his emotions came rushing
out. He just sat there with his face in his open hands
and cried.

I figured it would be best to just let him cry for a
while, so I picked up a box of tissue and held it
before him. "Here." I said.

He snatched up a few tissues and again pushed his
whole face in his tissue-covered hands just balling
like a baby. "What am I going to do? I have no home,
no family. I am alone!" He sobbed freely.

I felt real pity for him and fear like I had never
felt before. I could not escape the fact that I had
caused all of this through the monster I had become. I
never thought for a second that anything like this
could happen, but then again I just never thought. I
just let things happen like I was in a daze or
dreaming.

We were all huddled around him. Me sitting on the
coffee table, Pete sitting next to him and the girls
standing behind him both of them rubbing his shoulders
when suddenly our parents came in from the hall
laughing and giggling, till they saw us that is.

"What's going on?" Mark asked.

After we explained in fumbling words what happened my
dad asked Nakita. "Where is your mother?"

"In laundry room."

"She works here?" My mom asked.

"Yes."

"How can we go talk to her?" Mom asked. "We'll be the
ones in trouble."

Dad thought for a moment and then perked up. "Somehow
I don't think so." He said with an evil grin. "Nakita,
does your mother have a green card?"

"A what?" He asked perplexed.

"Thought so." Then he turned and walked out of the
room followed by the rest of our very confused looking
parents. "Russia isn't an asylum nation anymore. It's
like Mexico."

About an agonizing hour later they all came back, once
again laughing and giggling. "Well, it's all taken
care of." Dad said clapping his hands as if he had
just repaired the toaster.

"What is?" I asked.

"What happened?" Pete questioned.

"Nakita is now a part of our family." Mom said and
knelt down in front of him.

"Would you like to live with us?" She asked him.

"Live with you?"

"Yes." Dad answered with a smile. "You're going to
come with us to Disney World with us and then live
with us permanently."

Confused as hell Nakita pondered and then stammered.
"I'm sorry, my English is ok a little, but... Huh?"

Nobody acknowledged him as even being in the room. We
kids all just jumped around and hollered in giddy
glee.

Amongst all the jubilations everyone was expressing my
dad and mom both looked at me with sharp eyes and I
knew I wasn't out of the woods yet. "And you!" Dad
jolted while pointing directly at my chest. "Nakita is
now your personal responsibility. If he gets out of
line in any way it's all on you."

"What do you mean?" I asked really confused.

"Just as if you brought home a stray dog, Nakita
belongs to you. He's your property."

Then dad leaned down and lifted Nakita's chin with is
finger to look him directly in the eyes. "You
understand that Nakita?  You don't have a green card
either, so you are in the country illegally. That
means that if you want to stay here, you have to do
everything Aaron tells you to do. You belong to him
now. Do you agree to that?"

It took a moment for what my dad was saying to sink
in. That meaning not only Nakita, but me and I would
guess all of us kids. I had to really think about it.
Was he saying what I thought he was saying? People
didn't belong to other people, did they?

"Wait a minute." Pete interrupted. "I mean this ain't
fair. Why does Steven get to own him? ... I mean it was
both of us who..." He stopped short his comments. He
wasn't used to our newfound openness.

"That is true." Mark injected. "They did discover him
together.

Then Mark walked up to my dad and putting his arm
around his waist as if my dad was his girlfriend he
gently pulled him close.

My dad looked in his eyes they way I fine that Pete
and I often do and then dad gave Mark a quick kiss on
the lips. "You're right."

Dad turned to us still cuddling with mark and said.
"It seems that our two families have become more than
just friends and neighbors. We have a lot to sort out,
but for now Nakita belongs to both of you boys."

"Alright!" Pete shouted and jumped with his triumphant
fist in the air.

I have to admit my nose was more than a little out of
joint at that moment, but then I realized that Pete
was happy and that made me just as happy.

My dad leaned in for another kiss, but cut it off
midstream. "We'll give it a couple months and then
we'll report her to the INS."

Mark giggled and said. "We'll report this hotel." Then
they both dove in for a hell of a kiss.