ALL IN THE FAMILY - Sex Stories

ALL IN THE FAMILY

... his hands, and his head bobbing up and down. Ruth took a peek out of the door - wouldn't want any of busybodies spreading her business; no one would understand. This was between Otis, herself, and the Lord. But the three of them had company. Another set of eyes witnessed the whole thing. Vicky's Way Out Vicky still didn't have an escape plan. And time was running out. She was due back at the university in one week. If she hadn't come up with a plan by then, she would spend another year in hell hating herself. She had the money; that part was easy. Her father had been skimming from the church for years. And true to his hillbilly roots, he distrusted anybody outside his bloodlines; church personnel were predominately kin and kin of kin. But when it came to money, the only family pastor Billy trusted were his oldest daughter, Vicky, and his head of security, big brother Jesse. But donations had gone from trickle to flood so fast the pastor was overwhelmed; he couldn't keep track of it all. Vicky just skimmed from the skim. Money was not a problem. Vicky needed a place to hide. No way her father was going to let her go. Vicky was the church's cash cow. A whole generation had grown up with Little Miss Vicky, the child with spiritual wisdom way beyond her years. From the day her father brought her up to the pulpit on Children's Sunday she was a hit. The church went from a store front to a ten acre compound in ten years. Radio and television were bringing in donations by the ...

... millions. Little Miss Vicky's winsom love of the Lord captivated christian parents everywhere. And they hoped that love would rub off on their own children. They had no way of knowing that at night pastor Billy would climb into Little Miss Vicky's bed and do some rubbing of his own. Vicky once thought college would be her salvation. At least she'd be away from her father most of the year. But pastor Billy insisted on a christian university, which turned out to be an even worse environmnent. The school's lecherous professors and school administrators were like animals. The prospect of nailing Little Miss Vicky sent them into heat. Reliving her freshman year was making Vicky nauseous but she fought through it. She had work to finish for pastor Billy. The pastor was impatiently awaiting a report on the video surveillance. Pastor Billy believed in hiring family but couldn't abide being taken advantage of. The church had a huge payroll but nobody seemed to be doing any work. This had to stop. Uncle Jesse hired a company to secretly install cameras in every area of the church except his office, Vicky's, and the pastor's. Vicky was given the thankless task of editing the thousands of hours of tape and providing written performance reports to uncle Jesse. She was down to the last half dozen, thank God. She was just starting on Otis. "OH MY GOD!" clanged around in Vicky's skull like a church bell. What the hell is she thinking? Otis? Daddy and uncle Jesse won't think twice about killing her ...