Pedophiles at Peace

©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.

As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.

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Note: This is the fifth story in the sequence, following "Pedophiles at Sea," "Pedophiles at Play," "Pedophiles at Church" and "Pedophiles at School." It refers to characters and situations in the previous stories.

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Part 1

It was the second Wednesday of December. Frank, Ginny, Frankie and Mickey were gathered about the dining room table getting the Christmas cards ready to send with assembly line efficiency. Ginny wrote the message on each card, then handed it to Mickey, who standing naked on his chair, stuffed it in an envelope and handed it to Frankie, who (likewise naked) kneeling on his chair sealed the envelope, put on the stamp and return label, and passed it to his father who wrote the address. Meanwhile they kept murdering the lyrics to all the carols they could recall.

Frank looked at his oldest son. "In the old days, Son, we had to lick the stamps! They tasted awful."

"Ewww. I can think of something I'd much rather be licking, Dad!"

"Hold on to that thought, Frankie, 'til I get you in bed tonight."

"Hey," yelled Mickey. "Tonight's my turn to fuck with you, Dad!"

"Oops, Sorry, Kiddo. I forgot the rotation."

Ginny added, "Speaking of which, Boys, you two were sure making a lot of noise last night when your father and I were trying to sleep."

"Well, not sleep exactly," mumbled Frank, remembering the muffled chattering down the hall interjected with boyish shrieks. "Yeah, what were you two doing in your room?"

"Oh, nothin," they said in unison and started giggling.

The card this year was a family portrait Reynard had taken for them. Mark was in his school uniform, the other brothers in their Sunday church clothes, and Mom and Dad arrayed in matching red sweaters. It was the first year in almost a decade that Grandpa wasn't on their Christmas card. But they tried to ignore his absence and think of happier things. Most of the families in the network sent cards with family pictures. Even though they saw one another every month, it was fun to take out the old cards and see how the kids had changed from year to year. The pictures were G rated of course. If just one network member was caught receiving pictures of naked children, all the families would be in jeopardy.

The Wilsons had already received cards from the Boones and McNultys. Jane Boone was 10 now, and Carla almost 9, and though they had on beautiful matching blouses and jumpers, Frank had no trouble imagining their darling little hairless cunts. Tommy McNulty at 17 and his sister Sophie at 12 were both now too old for Ginny's and Frank's respective AoA's, but the card still reminded both Wilson parents of many satisfying fucks.

With Mark away at school all week, Frankie and Mickey had grown close, despite their six year difference in age. Throughout the day, and at least on Tuesdays, throughout the night, they entertained each other. Lately they seemed to be very covert about their activity. They still loved to wrestle of course, and chase each other naked from room to room, and suck each other's dicks, but Frank and Ginny sensed there was some new activity they were enjoying. The parents didn't know Frankie had begun to tell his brother all the scary stories that Grandpa told him on their annual fishing trip. Stories he'd heard every year since he was six. Stories Mickey would never have a chance to hear Grandpa tell. The stories all followed a pattern: the hero, a young boy, encounters some terrifying creature,--a bear or wolf, a strange man in the woods, an alien, mythological beast or ghost,--who pursues him with the sole purpose of devouring his dick. In each case the boy eludes the villain, sometimes through swiftness of foot, sometimes through extraordinary strength or magic, but most often through cunning wits. The clever lad always escapes with his boyhood unscathed.

Oddly, though, several times recently Mickey appeared in the kitchen and asked his mother what he could do. He said Frankie wanted to be alone. Ginny and Mickey would then hear her eldest busily typing on the computer. When they didn't hear him pecking the keyboard, he was furtively drawing.

After they finished the Christmas cards, they decided to reward themselves with dinner from McDonalds. As the boys put some clothes on, Ginny looked for the discount coupons and Frank sorted the cards by zip. They'd drop them at the post office on the way to Mickey D's. Mickey liked when they called it that. He felt he owned the whole chain.

Back home later as they sat around the same table, this time with french fries in their hands instead of envelopes, Frankie announced to his mother, "I need a new notebook."

"What happened to your old one?"

"I need a new one for a special project."

"I'll get you one at the 99cent store tomorrow. Do you want another dinosaur on the cover or a Superman this time?"

"No, it has to be that kind, you know, where I can use my own picture on the cover."

Frank spoke up, "That's called a presentation binder." He opened his attaché case and took out a proposal he'd been working on for a client. "You mean one like this, right, Son?"

"Yeah, just like that, Dad!"

Ginny shook her head. "I'll have to drive over to Staples to get one like that. I won't have time tomorrow. How soon do you need it?"

Frank could tell his son was disappointed. He seemed anxious to get this. "That's all right, Ginny. I'll take one from the supply room tomorrow when I go to work."

"Wow, really, Dad? That'll be super. Oh, I need a three hole punch also. Take one of those too."

"Don't push it, Big Boy! OK, I'll 'borrow' one of those."

Mickey asked his brother, "What you want that stuff for, Frankie?"

"Shhhh! It's a secret, little brother."

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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.