Chapter 11
To Lyn's great surprise, the police didn't seem interested in the evidence she and Frank had obtained. In fact, they were actually indifferent. One policeman went so far as to say that Willie and Joyce could have her and Frank arrested for illegal entry.
"Into a house that I own?" Lyn demanded. "She's your father's wife," the policeman retorted.
"But his will leaves everything he owns to me," Lyn countered. "He never got around to leaving her a cent. Monday, I'm going to file the will and ask that she be enjoined from taking any money out of any account he put money into.
"And, right now we're going to the newspapers and TV stations and tell them that we have evidence of murder, that you aren't interested in investigating this, or any of the other crimes these people have committed."
"Who got killed?" the policeman asked. "Some guy named Charley Watkins, you said. In Pittsburg, you said. That's way out of our jurisdiction."
Just then a man dressed in plain clothes stopped. "Did you say Charley Watkins in Pittsburg? You're standing here saying you know he's dead and who killed him?"
"You've heard of this guy Watkins, Lieutenant?" the other policeman asked.
"I sure do," the other man replied. "He was one of Louie diAllio's sub-bosses. Practically ran all of Washington and Green counties. The story was that he disappeared, ran away with some girl. And a bunch of diAllio's money."
"Eighteen thousand dollars," Lyn said. "We have a tape of them talking about shooting him and dumping him over a bridge. From what they said, other people are dumped there, too."
"I started out in Pittsburg," the plainclothes cop said. "The crooks out there used to talk about 'taking somebody to the bridge', but nobody ever found out which bridge. Nobody that ever talked about it, that is."
"It's on route ten," Lyn told him. "They said that."
"I think I'd better take a look at this film of yours," the man said. "I'm Heinecker, State Police." He held out his hand and shook with Lyn and Frank.
After looking at the film, Lieutenant Heinecker put in a call to the local district attorney, advising him to come to the police station right away. Then he called the State Police in the western part of the state and suggested they get divers into the water under the bridge.
The district attorney watched the film with total attentiveness. After seeing it twice, he questioned Lyn for almost an hour about the events of the day she'd run away from home.
"We'll try them for raping and abusing you, and for kidnaping you," he offered. "But, you'll have to testify. If we ignore those charges, we still have enough to put them away for a long time."
Counting on his fingers, he listed the charges he was going to bring against Willie and Joyce. "Two counts each, incest; two counts each, sodomy; conspiracy to commit murder; conspiracy to imprison. That ought to net them about forty years in prison."
"You aren't going to charge them with murder?" Lyn asked, unable to believe it.
"That crime was allegedly committed in Pittsburg," the DA reminded her. "We will furnish the authorities there with a copy of this tape. But it'll be up to them to press the murder charge. And they may have a sticky problem there.
"The girl was fifteen when she helped her brother kill that man. They may have to try her under juvenile rules."
"Don't worry about it," Heinecker advised Lyn. "When Louie diAllio hears about this, and he'll hear about it by the end of the day, I wouldn't bet that they'd live to stand trial. If the word got around that somebody ripped Louie off for that much money and got away with it, somebody else might try it."
Thirty minutes later, the DA had his warrants.
"Want to go along when we arrest them?" he asked Lyn and Frank, both of whom did.
Lyn would never forget the look on Willie's face when he woke up to find himself handcuffed and staring at her. "What the hell?" he snarled. "What the fucking shit is going on?"
"You're under arrest," the district attorney told him, giving him his rights and announcing the charges.
"You're fucking crazy," Willie said. "You can't make any of those charges stick."
Lyn stepped up to the head of the bed and pulled out the microphone. "Everything you said last night was recorded. Everything you did is down on videotape."
"Willie, that means they know about Charlie!" Joyce exclaimed.
"Will you shut the fuck up?" Willie screamed at his sister. "I swear to God you're a dumb fucking bitch."
He was still cursing and screaming at Joyce when the two of them were led away. But before they left, Lyn got the keys to the new lock on the front door. "I don't want them coming in here again," she explained.
"I doubt if they'll be able to make bail," the DA said.
"Are you going to need us at the station today?" Frank asked.
The DA shook his head. "We'll have your statements typed up and we'd appreciate it if you'd come in tomorrow morning and sign them, but I can't think of any reason why we'd need you today. If the warrant for murder is issued in Pittsburg, we'll let you know," he added.
Lyn and Frank were both tired and went to bed. Since Lyn didn't want to sleep with him in the same bed that Willie and Joyce had used and since her bed was still soiled from the day she'd been raped in it, they each took one of the twin beds in the guest room. "I'll put new linen on the big bed and we can sleep in it from now on," Lyn told Frank. He was asleep and didn't hear her.
It was midaftemoon when they woke up. The first thing Lyn did was change the linen in the master bedroom; then she gathered up all of Joyce's belongings and stored them in the basement. She would have to talk to the DA about getting the clothes and things to Joyce; she didn't want them around the house.
While Lyn was cleaning up the bedroom, Frank surprised her by washing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. From all appearances, Joyce hadn't lifted a finger around the house since Harry had gone to Brocton. Lyn wasn't surprised; Joyce hadn't been much of a housekeeper when her father had been around, so there was little wonder she had let the house get filthy in his absence.
"What do you think will happen to them?" Lyn asked Frank later on in the day.
He shrugged. "They'll go to prison for a long time, maybe for the rest of their lives. But even if they don't, I don't think you have to worry about them. If the gangster doesn't get to them, they'll be so scared that he'll try that they'll run as far away as they can."
In the evening, they went to the best place in town, and had a relaxing time.
Back at the house, Frank asked if she wanted to watch TV and Lyn said no. "I want to go to bed, with you," she told him.
He smiled. "Sure, honey," he said, reaching out his hand to her. She surged into his arms and kissed him hungrily as he cupped her ass and fondled it through her dress. Lyn could feel his cock growing hard as they kissed, and she patted it lovingly, then molded her hand to it and stroked the length of the growing cock.
"Let's go upstairs," he suggested.
In the bedroom, they hurried to get out of their clothes. Then Frank was stretched out on the bed, watching her as she eased her panties down from her thighs.
"Do I really turn you on that much?" Lyn asked, looking at his stiff and rampant cock.
"You turn me on more than anybody I ever met," he replied.
The way he said it made her sure he was telling her the truth. Lyn threw herself upon him, kissing him wantonly as he cupped his hands under her tits and jiggled them, brushing her swelling nipples against the hair on his chest as she squeezed one of his thighs between hers and rubbed her pussy against the thick leg. Frank was sucking on her tongue and Lyn was getting hotter by the second.
She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock, then began skimming her hand up and down the thick shaft. As she did so, Frank maneuvered her onto her back and came half over her. He continued to massage and caress her tits and Lyn ground her pussy against his leg as she continued kissing him hungrily.
He pulled his mouth from hers and shifted it to her heaving tits as he slid a hand down her body and started exploring the upper part of her snatch. Lyn threw her legs apart and sighed happily as he began flicking his finger at her swelling clit.
Frank's mouth was sucking hungrily at her tits, his tongue whipping across her hardened nipples. The fifteen-year-old's head rolled back and forth on the pillow and her hand ceased to move on his cock as he strummed her pussy in a way that had shivers coursing through her, racking her body with spasms of delight.
When he hooked a finger into her twat, ne found it juicy. Lyn moaned and pushed at his shoulders, urging him to use his mouth on her cunt. Frank didn't need much urging. He swung himself between her legs and crouched over her, one of his hands still massaging her tits, the other caressing her dripping pussy, as his mouth trailed over her flat belly and moved onto her thigh.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!" Lyn sighed as her uncle nipped at the firm flesh of her leg.
Slowly, he shifted his oral attention to her cunt itself. His tongue probed between her cunt-lips, locating her swollen clit with ease. As his knowing tongue slithered around the erect nubbin, Lyn drew her knees back until they were resting on her tits.
"Eat me good," she whispered. "Oooohhhhhh, Frank! Eat me good!"
Her instructions were unnecessary, but Frank didn't mind. He liked it when the woman he was with begged him to satisfy her, and he considered Lyn a woman, despite her tender years. Any female who was built the way Lyn was and who had the thatch of cunt hairs that she had was a woman as far as he was concerned. His tongue slithered up and down her cuntal furrow as he shifted his hands and cupped her squirming ass, then lifted her midsection off the bed to get a better opportunity to lick her pussy without difficulty.
The more ardently Frank ate her cunt, the stronger grew Lyn's resolve to carry out the experiment she had decided upon in the wee hours of the morning when she and Frank had hidden above this very room and watched Joyce and Willie.
Lyn's clit was as swollen and sensitive as it had ever been and Frank was working his whole mouth against it, using his lips, tongue, teeth and suction to stimulate her. Lyn knew she was going to cum, she always did when Frank sucked her cunt.
She was getting closer and closer to that point. Frank sensed her impending climax and eased a thumb into her twat, then sawed it back and forth as he chewed lightly at the upper part of her pussy.
"OOOOOOOOHH!" Lyn squealed, pressing his eager mouth to her heated cunt.
When he eased his thumb out of her twat, she knew what to expect. He shifted his mouth and drilled his tongue into her gash, then commenced fucking her with his tongue. Lyn rubbed her cunt across his face as he tongue-fucked her aching twat and, for a moment, she thought of pulling him over her so she could have her cunt-hole filled to the utmost by his big cock.
That wasn't what she wanted to do, however, and she resisted the impulse to change her plans at the last moment.
Frank was alternating between running his tongue into her twat and sucking at it, drawing the rapidly developing fluids out and into his mouth. It must be okay, Lyn thought, he likes it so much.
Her uncle did, indeed, like to eat her pussy; there had been mornings when she had awakened to find her uncle's face in her crotch and his tongue in her snatch. And, as she thought of those times, she remembered that she hadn't been disturbed by the taste she'd encountered when she'd licked her juices from Frank's face as he'd fucked her.
"I ... I ... OOHHHHHH!" Lyn cried. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pressed his face even closer to her aching cunt. "EEEAAATTT MEEEEEE! I'M CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!"
He sucked and tongued her cunt furiously, driving her excitement higher with each moment. Lyn hunched her cunt against his face as he kneaded the taut flesh of her trim ass and drove his tongue deep into her fuck-hole, withdrawing it to savor the heated juices of her teenaged twat.
Finally, Lyn pushed his head away from her pussy. "No more," she whispered.
Frank smiled at her and started to stretch out atop her. Lyn shifted and pressed against him, forcing him onto his back. He thought she wanted to fuck him and allowed her to maneuver him into the position she wanted him in.
First, she kissed him, snaking her tongue into his mouth. At the same time, she grabbed the head of his cock and squeezed lightly as she rubbed her hard nipples over his chest. Frank slid his hands up and down her back as she started stroking his cock.
Slowly, Lyn moved her mouth down his body. She seized one of his nipples in her teeth and tugged at it as she cupped his tightly sacked balls in her hand and fondled them. Frank moaned under her sensual treatment, but tried to get her to cover his body with hers, since he still thought she was going to sit over his cock.
It was only when her mouth reached his belly and started to move lower that he realized what she intended.
"Lyn?" he asked. Then added: "What're you doing?"
"Getting ready to blow you," she answered as she flicked the tip of her tongue against the end of his cock.
"You don't have to do that, honey," he told her.
"I know I don't have to," Lyn replied, "but I want to. Joyce seemed to like it so much the other night. I want to see if I like it when I decide to do it, rather than have somebody make me do it."
Frank ceased his objecting. He wouldn't have asked Lyn to go down on him, not after the way Willie and the policeman had forced her to suck them off. But if she wanted to try it, he was willing to let her. He did like getting head, and he had a feeling that Lyn, unless she got turned off by her associations, would prove to be a good cock-sucker.
Sensing that he was going to allow her to do what she wanted, Lyn twisted a little more, until her head was directly over his crotch and his hard cock. Her tongue slid along the underside of the thick tool and Frank sighed at the touch.
Hearing his pleased reaction enboldened the girl and she licked with greater enthusiasm at her uncle's cock. It really wasn't at all bad, she told herself as her tongue swept up and down the underside of his thick cock.
Holding the massive cock in the air, Lyn licked and kissed every inch of the shaft. Then she set her tongue to circling the swollen head. Frank moaned in anticipation and reached under her to cup one of her tits. As she licked at the head of his cock, he rolled her hard nipple about between his thumb and forefinger, making Lyn sigh with delight.
Slowly, she pushed her mouth over the bulbous knob and commenced to suck, as she used her hand to move the cock-head about in her lewd mouth. Frank shifted a little and eased a hand between her legs from behind and Lyn sucked harder as he started fondling her cunt.
His dick was leaking fluid and Lyn tasted it, then decided the taste was something she could live with easily. She might even get to like it. But she was sure she'd have no difficulty when he shot off into her mouth. She hadn't gotten sick blowing either Willie or the policeman. She certainly wouldn't get sick taking Frank's load.
Thinking about it made her want it to happen. Her head began to bob over her uncle's cock, her lips rubbing the hard shaft as her tongue continued to lick at the massive shaft.
"Goddddddd!" Frank moaned when Lyn stopped her descent with only half of his cock in her mouth, then used her jaws to make the head churn around within her wantonly sucking mouth. For a girl who was giving head freely for the first time, she was doing an incredible job.
Frank tried to hold back. But Lyn's untutored mouth proved to be too instinctively knowing. Before long, Frank was panting and aware that he was about to cum. Sooner or later, he knew, he'd tell Lyn that she ought to stop when he reached this point, give him a chance to cool off, then resume sucking; but that point wasn't now. Now all he wanted was to unload his balls into her sweet, fifteen-year-old mouth.
Then he was doing just that. Lyn caught the first gob and swirled it around in her mouth, testing the flavor, until he spurted again. At that, she swallowed, emptying her mouth in time to get another gob of the hot, slightly salty jizz.
Frank could feel her cheeks hollow as she sucked on his spurting cock. A good three-fourths of the shaft was embedded in her mouth and Lyn was squeezing and stroking the remainder, as if trying to get more cum out of him. Frank obliged her by blasting her mouth full of cum again.
Finally, he could cum no longer. He lay there, panting, as Lyn reversed herself and cuddled next to him.
"Was I good?" she whispered.
"You were great, honey," he answered. "A few more tries and you ought to be fantastic."
Lyn shivered with pride at the words. As he rolled atop her, she spread her legs farther apart and received him.
"AAAAAAAHH!" they chorused as his cock slid deep into her cunt.
He surprised her by fucking her twice that night before they got to sleep.