Indeed his mouth against her own to silence her. Until he was certain that his brother was out and not just groggy it waould serve him well to keep her as silent as possible so they didn't have a 6 year old spectator wondering what they were getting up to.

His hands fell either side of her, his eues squeezing shut as she tightened around him. That moist heat all his to play with as he came at her hard and fast. The wet sounds of their joined bodies falling against her as he raced inside that tight passage.

She was still clothed, so was he but all their important bits lined up. Her sounds muffled against his mouth as his tongue eased against her own, flickering against it as he battled against it.

Full, deep thrusts pressed into the heated core of her body! It felt so good and already the friction was getting the better of him. He didn't want to come but at the back of his mind the option to hurry was a strong one.

Thus he pressed inside her quicker, harder, flowing though that tight passage as he groaned into her mouth feeling her hands circle him.

But as he utters those words to her he feels her tightn against him. She asked him to continue but as she professed her love he was wearing a goofy smile. Though coninuing was something that she would have to wait for later on as he emptied inside her, the tightness of her body just to much for him to bare as he fired inside the depths of her body, that trembling warmth expanding given rise to more of a need to get a hold of those pills though letting go like this was so awesome!

He rested against her rather than pulling out so each glob of his essence pressed inside the core of her body.

Vikky had no experience with this form of aggressive penetration. Some part of her had wanted to be taken like this. Another part of her was panicking. The truth was with each one of the fierce penetrations Vikky quivered from the bottom of her existence due to the confused pleasure pressing its way through her body. Small yelps tried to escape with each press. So hot. So tight she was making herself. So fierce. Pressing in and out of her, Vikky’s body serving to pleasure the young man before he went out on the trip. When then Vikky would be waiting when he came home. The dick… the dick…! Smashing itself against her wet sex, drawing itself so deep…

The pause had felt long, but it really was only a few moments of them breaking their kiss momentarily and confessing their love for one another again. It felt good. So good. Vikky’s arms still bound in a hug around Vilmer at the time. But.. at her words wanting him to continue he merely came inside her. Merely.

“Ah…!” Vikky gasped aloud as the sperm freed itself from the cock deep inside her and streamed into her deeper sanctums. Her eyes widened additionally with an expression of dull chock and her grip on her boyfriend tightened at both places. She had prepared herself mentally, but… the feeling was difficult to properly prepare for. On one side she was satisfied that she had made her boyfriend cum so fast, on the other she was worried about how willing he was to fill her insides with his juices of procreation… Vikky just held on to Vilmer as her lower lips drank happily of the male energies spilled throughout her hole… Slurp, slurp, slurp…

He was cumming in waves with each thrust into the heated core of her body. They were joined now and while he did not want to see her fall pregnant until they were both situated . At the back of his mind he had considered getting her with child, if she fell pregnant then she would have to drop out of school and if she did that she was likely to stay that but that would have ruined her life and his, they were still both young and had plenty of time for that sort of thing later. Well it would mess up their lives he was willing to do just that for a second the thought occurred to him that was how badly he wished for her to stay.

Still he throbbed that hot release inside her core all too eager to fill her. He came quick, he had been that ready for her to receive him, moist yet warm muscles wrapped around him making her body an unbareable treasure trove all his to play with!

He was aware that he had cum to quickly to bestow an orgasm to on her her tshe hough keeping her on the edge. He pulled away slightly then kissed her lips softlywith his own.

Vilmer was still instead her for a moment longer as he basked in that sensation that radiated outward from herself as he felt the glow of her body sweeping over him.

She felt so good againsthim as he slowly drew out of her, a stark smile on his features as he did so.

“Alirght, I guess I'll have to run to get those pills now ...”

He thrust. He thrust while he was cumming. Several times. Vikky looked almost scared as she looked down at the place they were joined. So… much. Vilmer was… inside her. Coloring her. Leaving his mark and his essence within her. If he was not intending on starting something inside her it was not obvious, with this amount which he came inside her. Vikky shivered as she received his cock pressing into her an additional number of times, pressing the cum deeper into her. Vikky had not been able to cum herself, but that wasn’t the purpose of this time they had sex. She… had offered herself as a cup which Vilmer could dump his excess cum inside. Vikky was as guilty of this as he was…

He approached her face with his, making her look up again. He approached and kissed her, and Vikky closed her eyes and responded slowly letting herself relax in the kiss. The hands hugging him lost their grip and fell to her sides. The two of them both enjoyed their little union, their lips against lips, cock inside slit, cum inside girl kind of union. Then Vilmer broke and slowly pulled himself out. Reacting instinctively Vikky brought down her hands to catch any semen flowing out, but… none came out. Vikky stared down in surprise until she had to conclude… her vagina had drunk it all. All of it. Despite what happened, she looked so clean down there. It was all… inside her… hunting for her womb…

“Y-yeah…” Vikky slowly lifted her decidedly dry not-covered-in-semen hands and stared in dull surprise at them and then down at her stomach, which now contained the essence. “You… should. I’ll… uh… keep an eye out here and… wait for you to come back.” She placed her hands against her stomach, as if trying to feel the foreign essence of Vilmer invading deeper into her. She looked up at Vilmer, putting her faith in him.

“Have a safe trip.” She managed a small kind smile, which she hoped made her look sufficiently happy.

He smiled at her, stuffing himself back into his pants as he had a look at her still glistening folds. No mess, not this time though from earlier they would have to flip the cushion over. He smile at her though. She was so delicious looking at her. He checked on his brother first finding that Ren was already a sleep and thus as he came back he smiled at her again sweeping her up in a kiss.

“All right, no panties this time,” he grinned making it obvious of his intent ensuring that he had his phone on her.

There was a brief delay while at the door where he kissed her again and his finger flicked beneath her skirt at her clit reminding her off all the fun they would still have.

He took off then.





He was on his way home when he saw the kid jogging down the street and thought not much of it as he turned onto the street that he lived on as he leisurely drove to the end of it. The street dead ended and his house was at the end. The boy's across the street from his from what he remembered though he could see lights on downstairs the kids parents car had been gone and there were no others.

He considered, the lack of other cars and the fact that the closet store was already closed so he did not know that the boy was heading to his job, however.

But then he caught somehing! Movement as a girl rushed across the street from his house to Vilmer's encouraged by the lights on downtairs.

But he figured that she house was empty now as he just saw Vilmer and at least one of his folks were out … his father/s car was missing from the driveway so perhaps the misses was still in.

But that little tramp had made it to the door, half naked and all as she slammed her fist into the door he sped up though if there were anyone there they would anwer before he got to the end of the street.

Oh, Vilmer looked so pleased with this… Though… Vikky guessed he had a girl who had willingly offered herself to him… That would be enough to boost the ego of quite a few boys, wouldn’t it…? In that case, it was fine. As long as it was her that caused it, fine. There was no problem. She smiled back, still feeling embarrassed for being looked at in this exposed state. But if it was him… it was alright. Vilmer went up to check on his little brother for a little moment. This moment Vikky spent merely dazing off where she was, staring down at her lower lips wondering if gravity was going to cause dripping anytime soon. Then… he showed up again, lifting her to her feet only to kiss her on a standing level. Vikky never ceased to be slightly surprised every time she was kissed. But… he loved her. Vilmer could kiss her anytime.

“… No panties?” Vikky actually grinned back at him. “Is that a fetish of yours, Vilmer?” … So, how many hours in the future would she now spend panty-less…? But she nodded and smiled kindly to him. “Gee, I guess I have to if it is for you~” Vikky giggled a bit and the panties were left temporarily forgotten somewhere. Probably hidden somewhere in Vilmer’s room later. They went over to the door where the two of them kissed good-bye, like a real husband and wife… then he took a move on her naked clit under her skirt with a finger, entirely unlike a husband and wife unless they are really perverted. Vikky flinched from the sudden sensation, gave him a glance that wondered what mischief he was planning for later, and then happily saw him off…


Phew. That was done with. Vikky was now alone, going commando, in Vilmer’s home. She silently went upstairs and checked quietly so the sleeping kid really was asleep. Confirming he was, she went down and cleaned up the visible signs that they had sex there. Due to her hungry slit eating everything it was easier than it might have been, but that had been no problem anyway. After that… she just had to wait. Moving up to Vilmer’s room… looking around it just because… she decided to wait right there. It was undoubtedly there they’d continue. So she just sat down, her naked butt-cheeks planting themselves on a chair of Vilmer’s, relaxing waiting for change…

The hard knocks on the door surprised Vikky and made her flinch. The urgency of the knocks… those were not knocks. Someone was slamming their fists at the door. G-gee! The door isn’t locked! Swedish society is viewed as safe enough to skip such details, so if it is so urgent, you could just…! Vikky grumbled about that as she leapt to her feet and hurried, hoping the boy hadn’t been awoken by the noise. It wasn’t really optimal that she was the one to open the door to this house, as the person probably wanted something with Vilmer or his family, but… Gee!

Vikky hurried down the stair, conscious that she was not wearing anything underneath her skirt and it would be awkward if someone noticed, before stopping in front of the door and opening it in a hurry to see what it was that was worthy of making so much noise at this time. Vikky didn’t really expect… what was on the other side…

“A fesish?” Vilmer grinned. “Well you wouldn't do it earlier and I figured that you'd have less of an excuse now with no one else but Ren around and he's out now and will be for several hours.

He had her considering what he had in store for her later on though as they kiss (God he loved kissing her) then playful flicked her clit with a hand to give her something to thing about later.





An upstairs light came on. Damn. The mother was home! This would make it decidedly more difficult though he was atop of things. Grinning to himself he had considered Vilmer's mother for a moment. She didn't meet his criteria exactly but she was a MILF in her own right. That little bitch made things a little interesting though … How had the girl gotten out? He locked the cellar door and the window was too small or so he thought not realizing that his victim was so damn flexible.

She got to the door, it was still unlocked and as she got to it, opening it there had been a young girl there about her age. She had been turned around as if getting ready to check another home but she whipped her attention back as the door opened. She was smeared with dirt, her cheeks wet with tears and the school uniform torn in places.

Vikky had recognized her from the news feed that she saw not too long ago, the girls forehead lacerated with dried blood on part of her face, her brain addled by the blow and find the basement door locked perhaps she assumed that Vilmer's door was locked or seeking to get attention, to seek out safety with another rather than locking herself in a deserted house.

As the door opened she practically pushed her way passed Vikky, slamming and locking the door.

“We got to call the police! I don;t know how long he's gone for so we got to call the cops!”

She locked and bolted the door, peaked out the window as if checking if she were followed as absurd as it was the young girl was not thinking straight with that injury to her head. That and she totally missed the parked car just out of sight as he got out of the car scramble to the house, a grin on his features as he considered the little bitch trying to escape. Fortunately he was able to knock off a bit early tonight but he urgently rushed to that house now knowing that he wouldn't have long as he unfolded his knife as he took it from his front pocket.

When the door opened, on the other side was a young girl with blond hair was on the other side. She had just stopped knocking, as if giving up on getting an answer, and was on the way somewhere else. However, hearing the door open behind her she spun around again, and she… Vikky blinked. It was the girl on TV earlier. But…

“Oh, gosh… what happened to you…” She looked so… opposite of what had just happened to Vikky. The uniform was torn and muddy (and apparently school-uniforms have been reinstated in the Shokushu future Sweden), while her face… her cheeks were red from crying, and blood… blood… on her face. She hadn’t been treated well… that was for sure. Vikky stepped aside as the girl ran inside, slammed the door shut and locked it.

“Y-you’re Kimberly… the girl who disappeared…” Vikky stared in dazed chock at her for a moment as she screamed at her to call the cops. It seemed so unreal. The girl she might have encountered if she had gone out there… the girl Vikky associated with her own potential fate… was now here. It was… so unreal. But if she’s here, that means she’s safe, right? That means… Vikky suddenly realized what her hurry could mean. “C-calm down! W-we need to be rational about this! Was he after you right now, or was he…” … What was she thinking? This was anything but the time to be rational! The rapist could be after her! The rapist could be… Vikky never thought she’d feel threatened in the house of her own boyfriend.

“H-hide. Bathroom. Top floor.” She had no idea if that was a brilliant or a blatantly stupid idea, but it should hold him off… right? In the meantime, Vikky ran for the kitchen where she knew a stationary phone was placed. If she got there safely she’d grab it and quickly attempt to dial the emergency number…

“Yeah … I'm Kim ...” in a hazy fog she heard her name and while it had only been yesterday that she heard it last it seemed so unfamilar to her.

My little Kimmie … you didn't want me then, a piety … but now you are all mine!

She shuddered at the chilling words that Stein used, words that chilled her before … before …

He had always been a sweet boy but she had no ways of nowing that the constant rejections, the teasing of his peers slowly ate away at the fiber of his being. “No he's out! He's not out there.”

But as instructed the private school student rushed to the stairs hurrying upstairs to look for the bathroom, to hide …

Left or right? She dashed left and opened the first door she encounterd … bedroom not it. She moved to the second and encountered a problem – bedroom, occupied!

Vikky picked up the hand set in the kitchen, her heart hammering against her chest though she got no dial tone! The line had been cut! And Vilmer had his cell phone on him so she didn't have that option. Did she have her phone on her? If so that would have indeed been a lucky brake though if not then things were looking rather grim.

The girl… she had seemed harmed. She followed the command… who knows if it was smart of foolish… but she did. Vikky knew to move fast, so she did. She had ran to the kitchen, where she had grabbed the phone, inputted the number and directed the phone to her ear…

… No… tone!? This… this couldn’t be happening. Vikky didn’t even know what needed to be done to cut the phone-line from a house. How close you needed to be or what equipment was necessary. But… this confirmed. He was here.

She had her phone. And if she hadn’t had a phone, her mom would have given her one before she went to Vilmer. Fear had taken a hold of her heart as Vikky tried picking up the phone and clicking the fastest number she knew. The one to mom. While directing the phone to her ear she slowly turned around to look at the windows, hoping there was nobody standing there intending to stop her… Mom, answer, please… Josefin Nyberg, I need you to… Your daughter is in danger…

It was almost like watching a bad movie where the killer shows up and the phone goes dead or the car won't start she hurried back to grab her phone seeing the door knob to the front door turn, someone was trying to get admittance!

Fortunately the door was locked and would not open. The door knob relaxed suddenly as Vikky called her mother. One ring, two, three …

“Hello, Vikky. Don't tell me your already the show hasn't even been on twenty minutes now.” Her mother answered quite oblivious to the situation.

Meanwhile, after freezing upstairs for a few seconds while peering into that occupied befroom. She then went to the bathroom refraining in turning on a light she climbed into the tube after grabbing a curling iron that had been sitting out on the sink. If Stein came here she was going to clock him! She climbed into the tube drawing the curtain a little as her heart slammed against her chest.

… Why was there a direct route from where she was standing to the door? It seemed so unnecessary to her. If he entered, she’d be directly in his line of sight, and he in hers… She stared in utter terror as the door-knob turned to reveal the door to be locked. … Then he’d simply gain admittance with other means. And it would be so easy for him, too. Vikky shivered as the knob turned… then unturned… all to the sound of beeps in her ear. Then… her mother answered.

“Mom. I’m in danger. Kimberly Hart, the disappeared girl, came to Vilmer’s house for shelter. Her kidnapper has come to take her back. Call the police. I’ll… hold him off…” Assuming she was allowed to finish that sentence, Vikky would start scanning the surroundings for weapons. This was a kitchen, there were plenty of cooking-knives and frying pans which to threaten an enemy… Vikky would grab the largest meat-knife available with her free hand and look towards the door and windows again. She was panicked, but some small part of her brain was happy… she was putting herself in the line of fire to defend another… it was a thrilling feeling… for all the wrong reasons…

“What?” Josephine attempted to comprehend all that but her insticts kick in. “Hang in there.” Then she hung up to call the police. Kimberly Hart, kidnapper, Vilmer's house. That was simple enough and well, at least Vilmer was there right?

She managed to grab a knife from the kitchen but it was not the front door that opend, it was the back, the one less likely to attract any attention if he had to brake it down. Stein entered into the house, the ground floor had been lit up nicely and with the way the house was laid out he could see straight across to the front door. Stein could see through most of the living room and even could see that there was a light on in the kitchen. He went their first only because he could hear someone there. He licked his lips knowing that dealing with the phone line was a minor invonvience at best these days with cell phones being so common so he had to be quick.

He had what, five minutes before the police got here so he had what? Three if he were going to get Kim back across the street. He had to assume that the police had been called at this state and he was screwed if he couldn't get Kim back or silence her at least … he had to make this quick!

Her mother had reacted as expected. Now it no longer mattered if Vikky was rendered unable to call anyone, help was on its way. The phone hung up. With that… Vikky could hear the man entering the back-door. She had to assume… it was him. Alright. By at all existing, Vikky was currently an obstacle to him. In what might have been the most idiotic move of the century, Vikky let her phone drop to the floor, the sound of the phone hitting the ground openly announcing her location. Then she kicked it under the table. If the man didn’t know he had a time-limit, he wouldn’t hurry as much. Vikky took a step or so back, worriedly glancing at where the man should be showing up.

Vikky wasn’t preparing any ambush. No attempt to increase her chances. She just held her knife with determination and hesitation at the same time. She made sure there was distance between her and the corner, so any unwelcome surprise would come on a little longer distance. Really, who was she fooling? She had never been in this kind of danger before! This scenario was unthinkable earlier in her life! What if he had a gun!? What if he was a trained fighter!? What if she was a dangerous enough threat just by being alive for him to… kill… her…? N-no… Don’t you… You’ll grow up happily and live with Vilmer, you won’t die. He came inside you. You are to be mother to his children later in life. You can’t… be killed…

… But her newest line of thought about what might happen to her was very, very frightening. Her breathing became slightly ragged and irregular, there was no muscle in her body that wasn’t shaking and her eyes were fixed on where the symbol of fear for her would appear any second…

Stein had been going by a few assumptions as it was. He expected the cops to have been called by now but he wasn't expecting Vikky but rather a house wife he could easily intimidate. She was looking towards the doorway of the kitchen, she was waiting and she was armed.

Stein was a young man, blond hair, blue eyes and a charming smile that he used now. Her knife was bigger than his thought his little more than a switch blade though her was grinning.

He had seen this little bitch before! But where, it was recent – of course she was that prick detective's kid he assumed. He had seen her in the halls of the hospital. Ironic that he worked in the same place as the detective he shot but his smile broadened as he could see her body shaking. Clearly she was battle against fear as well.

As his smile deepened he addressed her, “Your Nyberg's kid. Excellent!” Remembering that time was of the essence her he reached back to his back untucking his shirt to get at the very gun he shot her father with. No sense closing their position though it seemed that she brough a knife to a gun fight.

“Where's that little bitch? I saw her come in here. You have about three seconds to tell me or I start shooting. I know you already called the cops so me firing off a few rounds won't hasten them in getting here any sooner. I'll start with the legs, then the arms, feet then hands until you tell me. So are you going to start talking or are you going to start bleeding?”