Chapter 10
"Sssssshhhhhhh!" both Lyn and Frank whispered to the other as they heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Two sets of footsteps. That was good, it meant that Willie was with Joyce.
Frank and Lyn had watched the brother and sister leave the house earlier in the evening, then had gone up to the door. To Lyn's amazement, the key she had no longer worked on the front door. "That bitch. She's already taken over," she'd whispered.
Still, that had presented no problem. Lyn had entered the house the same way she'd left it, by climbing the tree and going along the roof. Then she'd let Frank in.
They were in the attic. Frank had bored a small hole in the ceiling over the bed and inserted a peephole. It was so small that it would be hard to notice, but it afforded an excellent view of the bed. And, a videotape camera was attached to the peephole.
The camera would work. They had already tested it. The mike that Frank had hidden would pick up everything said in the room and the camera would record all but the most peripheral action.
Lyn hoped they weren't too drunk to do anything. She wanted to settle the score with these two as soon as she could, which would be the day after she and Frank had a tape of Willie and Joyce fucking or doing some sort of sexual act with each other.
The pair entered the bedroom, flicking on the overhead lamp. As Willie sat on the bed and started to undress, Joyce stood before him, stripping, too.
Frank activated the camera, and squeezed Lyn's hand as she moved closer to him, so she could look through the view-finder, too. The videotape recorder with sound equipment belonged to a friend of Frank's. The reason they had had to wait until Friday to leave Brocton had been to borrow it from him. He hadn't asked any questions, just told Frank to get it back as soon as he was through with it. The afternoon before, they had tried it out, filming themselves in bed. It had been a real turn-on to Lyn to watch her image as she writhed beneath her uncle while he screwed her good. Their sex life was as intense as it had been before she'd been beaten and raped by her father.
"Willie?" Joyce asked as she unhooked her bra. "What're we going to do if the kid comes home?"
"Awwwwww, she ain't going to come home," Willie assured his sister. "If she was, she'd have been here by now."
"But Harry was sure he was going to find her," Joyce protested.
"Well, he didn't," Willie retorted, standing to take off his trousers and shorts. "I didn't think he would. What the hell would she be doing in that drinkwater town where he kicked off? He went up there on a wild goose chase and kicked off balling some whore he picked up.
"No," he continued, "if Lyn had heard he was dead, she'd have hightailed it back here to try to get even with us. I don't think we'll ever see her again."
"But," Joyce insisted, "what if she does show up?"
"Relax, will you?" Willie snarled. "We'll worry about that if it happens."
He watched as Joyce stepped out of her panties, then grabbed her and dragged her down on the bed, one of his hands going into her crotch as he caught her by the neck with the other hand and kissed her lewdly.
Joyce grabbed her brother's big cock and started stroking it. "I'm glad I don't have to fuck Harry any more," she whispered. "He never did anything for me in bed."
"Sure," Willie agreed, "he didn't know how to handle you. Not like I do."
Through the view-finder, Lyn could see that he had a couple of fingers in Joyce's pussy and another in her asshole. To her disgust, Joyce was wiggling her hips around as if she liked the dual invasion of her body.
"Willie," Joyce asked as she moved her hand sensually on his cock, "will you hurt me tonight?
Please? It's been so long since you hurt me."
Lyn wanted to be sick. But she managed to control herself.
Beneath her, Willie sighed as he reached to the bedside table and picked up a cigar. He propped his head up and lit the cigar as he looked at Joyce. Willie really got turned on by the pleading look in her eyes.
"Maybe," he teased, puffing on the cigar. "First, I want a good blow-job from you, Sis."
Joyce bent around and supported herself on one elbow. Her tongue slid out and touched the tip of her brother's cock. Joyce maneuvered herself around a little more and commenced licking the full length of her brother's cock while he continued to puff on the cigar and frig her twat and asshole.
God, Lyn thought, how can she look so happy while she's doing such a disgusting thing? Then she remembered that she enjoyed it when Frank ate her and that he didn't seem to think licking her hot snatch was disgusting. Maybe sucking off a guy if you really like him is different than getting fucked in the mouth or being forced to suck off some guy, Lyn conceded to herself. She stole a glance at her uncle, who was next to her, so they could take turns looking through the view-finder. Like her, he was dressed for the heated closeness of the attic: All he was wearing was a pair of cut-offs. Lyn was dressed almost as nakedly; she was wearing a bikini.
Frank had a hard cock.
Maybe, Lyn thought, I ought to try sucking Uncle Frank's cock. Maybe I'd like sucking his cock as much as Joyce seems to like sucking Willie's.
Joyce was working her whole mouth, not just her tongue, along her brother's cock. Ever since he'd started screwing her, when she'd been eleven, she'd been a hog for him. Willie had trained her well; she did whatever he told her to, and she did it with enthusiasm.
She licked, kissed and gnawed at his cock as she fondled his balls with her other hand. Willie's fingers continued to move slowly in and out of her twat and asshole, but even that would be enough to make her cum when she felt him shooting his jism into her mouth.
"You give the best head, Sis," Willie moaned.
"It's because I love my big brother so much," the girl replied as she continued to lick lewdly at his cock. In the attic, Frank and Lyn exchanged smiles. Not only was the relationship between the two evident in their features, but they were acknowledging the fact that they were related. The videotape that they had at the moment was more than enough to get Willie and Joyce locked up for a long time.
Joyce opened her mouth and popped the head of her brother's cock into it. Then she moved it around in her mouth while she sucked hard on the spongy knob. Lyn could see Joyce's cheeks hollow as she sucked and she was disgusted with herself for getting wet in the pussy as she watched the lewd spectacle below her.
Willie reached down and pushed his sister's head farther down over his cock. There were times when he liked her to give him a long, drawn-out blow-job, but tonight he had just decided he wanted her to suck him off fast.
Obediently, Joyce started bobbing her head over Willie's cock. Down, down, down went her head until the full length of the cock was embedded in her oral cavern. Her tongue slithered around the cock as she drew her head back slowly, her lips rubbing salaciously at the shaft as she raised her head until only the head of the cock was still in her mouth.
Up and down, up and down, Joyce's head bobbed steadily faster. Willie was straining, jabbing his cock into her mouth with little jerks of his hips as her head went down.
"OOOOHHHHH!" he cried. "OOOOHHHHH! SISSSSSSS! Suck it for me, Sis! Suck it! Suckitsuckitsuckit!"
She was bringing him closer and closer to the brink. As his jism boiled up his cock, Willie jammed the burning cigar against his sister's ass. Joyce gurgled with delight and took his load straight down her throat, swallowing convulsively as she poured her hot cunt juice over his fingers.
For a moment they rested there. Then Joyce lifted her face and began to kiss her brother's body as she twisted around to press her lips to his.
"On your hands and knees, Sis," Willie ordered, after letting his sister kiss him hungrily for a few moments. Joyce scrambled to obey, and Lyn, watching the action, gulped as she saw Willie spread the cheeks of his sister's ass. In the view-finder, the puckered rosette of Joyce's asshole opened obscenely, almost as if Willie were presenting it to the camera. Lyn turned away from the camera and let Frank's eye replace hers.
"Ohhhhhh, Willie! YESSSSSS!" Joyce cried, loudly enough to be heard in the attic. She liked sex any way she could get it, but there was a masochistic streak deep within her that insured that when she was buggered, she responded with as great a ferocity as she did when being fucked in a more conventional manner.
Willie drove his cock into his sister's asshole with one hard shove, then started pumping it in and out, driving it deeper with each thrust. Joyce bucked her ass back to him and wiggled it from side to side as he fucked her asshole savagely.
"Give it to me, Brother, fuck my ass," Joyce moaned.
It was evident from her tone of voice that she was thoroughly enjoying having his big cock running in and out of her ass, and Lyn shuddered.
Willie's hands were squeezing the flesh of Joyce's ass, digging in hard enough to leave marks when he shifted his hands. The girl shifted to support herself on one arm and reached under her body and started massaging her cunt. Christ, Lyn thought angrily, she likes being used. She'd have had a ball with those two truckers.
Still, Lyn couldn't deny that she was getting turned on watching the immoral couple below her. Willie and Joyce were cheap, but there was an animalness about their sex that was getting to Lyn. She wished that she could fuck Frank at that very minute.
Finally, Willie came again and the two collapsed on the bed. Lyn looked at the machine, meaning to turn it off, but Frank shook his head.
"Willie, what are we going to do if she comes back?"
"Why don't we fucking worry about that if it happens?" Willie snarled, plumping a pillow and fixing it under his head.
"No, we have to think of it now," Joyce insisted.
"Well," Willie said after a moment's thought, "I guess it'll depend on how she acts if she comes back. If she's all beat down, you know, hungry, bummed out, we'll let her stay here."
"Let her stay here? Willie, are you crazy?"
"Wouldn't you like having somebody like her around to do what you wanted to?" Willie asked, grinning evilly.
"You mean...?" Joyce whispered.
"Have her just like we did the day she ran away. Only without tying her up. I'll bet we could make her like it, if we worked on her."
"Suppose she won't go for that?" Joyce insisted.
"Then, I guess she'll fucking run away again," Willie said.
"No, what if she wants to cause trouble?"
"She won't cause no fucking trouble," Willie assured his sister as he idly rubbed her cunt. "'She'll either put out, or get out."
"But if she does cause trouble?" Joyce persisted.
"There's lots of rivers around here," Willie told her. "They never found old Charley Watkins, did they? And that was the boys doing the looking. I'll bet they still think he took off with you and that money."
Joyce chuckled. "That fat old man actually thought I was in love with him. He couldn't believe it when I shot him. Hey, Willie, you remember what he kept saying? 'You're only fifteen, you shouldn't be killing people.' All the time he was sliding down that wall, he kept saying that."
"Maybe we'll take Lyn over to that bridge and drop her in the same hole Old Charley's in," Willie laughed. "We could start our own business, the Route Ten Bridge Body Disposal Company. Our motto: We Splash for Cash."
Both of them laughed. "Do you really think Lyn'd do what we wanted?" Joyce finally asked.
"Sure," Willie answered. "After I got through with her, she'd crawl on her knees for a chance to lick my shit. Give me three weeks with her and she'll be just like you were after a year, when I finally got you wised up."
"I'd like that, Willie," Joyce murmured. "I'd like having her around to eat any time I wanted."
"Or to eat you when you wanted that, eh?" Willie asked.
"Yeah, that, too," Joyce acknowledged.
"She liked it, you know," Joyce said a few minutes later. "I know she did. I can tell. I had all those women eating my box when we were in Atlanta, and I know when they were doing it because they liked it and when they were doing it just to turn some guy on."
"I told you," Willie assured her. "We'll make a first-class whore out of her if she comes back and wants to hang around. Otherwise, she just hangs," he added.
"I think she'll want to be with us if she comes back," Joyce mused.
I wouldn't, Lyn swore to herself, I wouldn't! And I didn't like eating your pussy.
But the fifteen-year-old girl had to question that. Maybe she had been upset by the circumstances, but how did she know she wouldn't enjoy eating pussy under different circumstances? She didn't. She had thought, not once, but twice, that she'd never enjoy sex of any sort again, but Frank had fucked that nonsense out of her both times.
Maybe, Lyn thought, with the right girl, somebody I really liked, I could eat pussy without it bothering me. Particularly if Frank was there. On one of the days that Frank had been at work, Lyn had discovered a whole box of paperback books in his closet. The pages that were dog-eared and showing signs of rereading had all dealt with a man and two females. So had the magazines she'd found, magazines that had actual pictures of people fucking!
"Willie?" Joyce murmured. "Do you think the people in Pittsburg are looking for us still?"
"Joyce, they were never fucking looking for us," he answered. "They don't know we exist. They know old Charley was crazy over some young gash, but they don't know who she was. They think he took that eighteen thousand and split with her. They're still looking for him, I'll fucking bet, but they ain't never gonna find him. None of them is gonna think of looking for him where they ditch their own stiffs."
He chuckled. "You know, that old fucker was still alive when we dumped him off the bridge. I'll bet he fucking flipped when he realized we were getting rid of him where he fucking got rid of the people he knocked off."
Lyn was suddenly scared. Willie and Joyce had killed somebody! And they'd kill her if they had to. If they caught her and Frank, they could kill both of them and nobody would ever know about it.
Below them, Willie and Joyce settled in for the night. Frank and Lyn waited an hour after they had begun picking up the first snores from the room below them before they began a cautious retreat from the attic.
Still, they made it out of the attic without noise. Quietly, they made their way down the hall. Lyn's throat was dry and her heart almost leaped into it when Willie mumbled something, but he went on sleeping and she and Frank were able to get out of the house without difficulty.
As they crossed the lawn, moving towards the stand of trees where they had hidden the car, Lyn was acutely aware that Frank's cock was still hard. Of course, he had been looking at Joyce's naked body as she'd lain sprawled on her back asleep. Joyce had the kind of body that could give a man a hard cock if he looked at her clothed.
Of course, the fact that they had watched Joyce suck Willie's cock and then take his prick up her asshole had contributed to Frank's hard-on. It had also caused an itching in Lyn's cunt that had not abated.
They passed a clump of bushes and Lyn stepped behind them. "Frank," she whispered. He turned and she took off the top of her bikini, then peeled the bottom off. "Put that thing down and fuck me," she pleaded.
He set the videotape camera on the ground, then shucked his cut-offs as she lowered herself to a reclining position and spread her legs wide.
"Don't play with me," she whispered. "Just stick your cock in and fuck me. I need it so bad."
Frank lowered himself to her writhing form and slid his cock deep into her twat. She was so wet and excited by the thoughts that had been playing through her head as they'd hidden in the attic that she came before his prick was even completely inside her cunt.