Chapter 7
Abe rolled onto his back and stretched. A bright shaft of morning sunshine struck his closed eyes and they blinked open. He turned to his side. It took several seconds for his mind to clear and the memories of the day and night before to filter into sharp focus. He smugly reached out to touch the limber body of Jane to once again caress the soft, firm flesh.
She was gone. Abe sat up with a start and stared around the room. Jane was gone. All he saw was Tim still tied to the chair, his head gently bobbing with fitful sleep. Abe came to his knees like a hunting beast and shook away the daze of his sleep. Where was she? The door was still locked, the windows closed, Abe's teeth ground together as he realized he'd made the same error he was warning Jerry about. In his satisfied state of sexual bliss he'd slipped up and trusted the little cunt.
He lumbered to his feet and went to the bedroom door. A peek inside told him everything was quiet in there. Beth was sprawled across the bed, one wrist tied to the bed frame, her legs wide apart and the hefty mound of her cunt sitting open between the silken skin of her thighs. Jerry was curled up next to her, his mouth open and eyes closed. He pulled the door shut.
Tim stirred, his head lifted and eyes blinked open. All he saw was the glaring, angry face of Abe. "Where's your fucking sister?" Abe snarled.
Tim closed his eyes, felt mucus rise in his throat. With a low growl he drew the spit into his mouth and let it go at Abe's face. Abe jumped back and cursed as he felt the wet spray, his fist came back quick, Tim braced himself.
"Don't!" Jane cried as she came from the bathroom and saw what was happening.
Abe's fist opened and he looked at her with shock. "Where the fuck were you?" he snapped.
"In the bathroom," she innocently said. "Is that all right with you?"
She stood with her hands on her hips, nude, totally beautiful and unabashed. Her nipples were soft again, pink, round, lush, with no evidence of the wrenching torture they'd been through the evening before. She glowed. Abe realized she had just showered her fresh, clean body.
"Oh," he mumbled.
Tim was staring at his sister with cool, unfaltering eyes, looking curiously at her large, firm breasts and nipples, exploring the grand sweep of her narrow waistline, inspecting the fluffed blond crotch hair. She wasn't embarrassed about standing nude in front of him, he wouldn't be embarrassed about enjoying the sight. No, his attitude toward Jane was different now, she was no longer the innocent he'd always believed ... she was just like any other well-built female. Hungry for sex, willing to do it even with a stranger-one who forced himself on her, a rapist.
Abe didn't miss it either. He saw Tim's hard stare, the way he surveyed his sister's anatomy. But the taste of the young punk's spit was still on Abe's lips; he frowned, then grinned.
"Your little brother spit on me," he said to Jane. "He should know better than that. He's going to pay for it."
Jane's eyes showed fearful concern. "No, please don't hurt Timmy! He didn't mean it!"
Abe scoffed and untied Tim's ankles from the chair legs. "What are you going to do!" Jane asked in a high-pitched voice.
Just then Tim kicked out, but Abe had expected it and caught his thrashing foot in his strong hand. He twisted until Tim writhed with pain ... but he refused to cry out. Abe giggled and reached for the belt and buttons holding Tim's pants closed.
"No ... don't...." Jane pleaded. She kneeled next to Abe and pressed her warm, well washed tits against his arm. "Punish me ... leave Timmy alone ... take it out on me ... "
He snorted and tore away at Tim's pants until the fly parted open and his white under-shorts were exposed. Abe grabbed the pants and underwear in his fist and jerked hard until they slid down to Tim's still struggling knees. Tim still refused to cry out or say one word.
His cock was half hard as it rolled free of the clothing and tilted sideways across his thigh. Jane stopped her pleading long enough to realize how fully mature, how limber and well-constructed her younger brother's pink member was.
"What are you going to do!" she finally asked.
As Abe forced the pants and under-shorts down to Tim's ankles he saw the crusted cream of the youth's orgasm of the night before. "Look!" he laughed. "The little punk creamed his pants last night while watching us! You must have really turned him on! Or was it me? Do you think he shot his wad looking at me!"
Tim's head was averted and he bit into his lip with fury. His wrists strained against the cords holding them to the chair, but the only result was a throbbing, dull pain much worse than the day before.
"God, why can't you leave him alone!" Jane pleaded. But her eyes couldn't leave the vulnerable and manly cock of her young brother.
Abe wrapped his fingers around the rubbery pecker and stroked it while grinning up at Tim's closed eyes. A shudder of repulsion and hatred ran through the boy as he felt the hot hand engulfing his helpless root.
"Nice little prick," Abe whispered. "You know what would happen to a young boy like you in prison? There'd be a raffle ... a raffle for first place. First place up your ass. Then another raffle for your first head job. Then one for the first to suck you off. By the time the raffles were over you'd be selling your cock for a cigarette to us cons ... for a favor from the guards ... "
Jane grabbed Abe's arm and tried to pull his hand off the red cock of Tim. "Stop! Don't do this to him!" she begged. "Fuck me! Put it in my ass! Please...."
Abe's hand jerked away from the almost hard prick and ripped into the soft gold hair of Jane's head. He twisted and forced her over Tim's outstretched thigh. Then he pulled at Tim's feet until the young man slid forward in the chair, until his legs were straight and his cock was propped up high.
"Okay! Cunt! You want to protect your little brother from the dirty old man? Then do it yourself! Suck him off! See how your brother's cock tastes in your hot-lipped mouth!"
"Uhhhh! No! No! Please don't make me do that" Jane sobbed.
"Hah! It's you or me! Make up your mind!" His free hand slid down Jane's back and cupped into her jutting ass, she felt his finger gouging at her anus.
Her lips trembled and she sniffed back tears while staring at the splendidly formed penis before her face. It was a long straight prick with a mushroom-like head on top of all the extreme hardness. Tim was hard, stiffer than he'd ever been in his life, his guts were convulsing with the conflict of wanting her to get away but also wanting to feel her mouth.
Jane knew Abe was fully capable of molesting Tim and realized she was the only way to stop it. Her mouth opened into a soft-lipped ring and she lowered down until the pulpy cockhead touched her softness. Tim's groin shuddered as she let her mouth collapse gently over the glans, as her wet heat buried his prickhead with swirling pleasure.
Tim tried to force the pleasure away but it was impossible. He kept his eyes closed and tried to imagine it was the mouth of the girl on the beach. Some stranger, someone other than ... other than his sister. Her tongue washed slowly over his pulsating stick and he groaned, that too was impossible ... It was Jane, his sister, his beautiful, lusty sister sucking his cock. It was just who he wanted to do it ... Jane ... her lovely mouth drawing on his petrified, hot stick of muscle.
"That's the girl," Abe was whispering. "Eat his young cock for breakfast. Suck his sausage and enjoy it. He looks like he is. I'm doing him a big favor ... teaching his sister to suck his prick ... making it very convenient for him."
His hands were now digging into the cheeks of her ass. She felt his hard fingers rubbing against her clitoris, driving heat into her nude body, making her pussy flow with wanton juice. The slick cock filled her mouth with the taste of mustiness from the night it had spent sleeping in a pool of sperm. She too tried to drive the fact that this was her brother's cock from her mind ... she couldn't do it. It was Tim's prick, his beautiful, tasty cock.
Her mouth slid far down on the deep-reaching spike as Abe's fingers drove her cunt and ass into twisting heaves of passion. The wetness dribbled down the inside of her clean thighs, the clitoris was smashing her box with jolts of excitement. Abe opened his own pants and crawled behind the offered ass and creamy slit.
Tim's heaving breath was rapid as he felt Jane's hand wrap about the base of his soaking prick. She lifted up and used her wet, energetic tongue to lash barber-pole swirls around the flared head and boiling erectness. When Abe's enlarged cock touched at her twat Jane's head plunged down hard to engulf Tim's sweltering pecker, to drive it completely inside until the head squeezed deep into the comfort of her throat.
Abe's cock pressed into the sloshing lips of her begging cunt and quickly became buried in twisting, drooling flesh. Jane shoved back to clamp her thrilled twat down solidly onto the pleasing pole, to make sure she got everything, every wonderful inch of stretching hardness.
"Mmmmmmm," she hummed on her brothers quaking shaft.
"Oh...." Tim sighed with resignation.
"Yeah...." Abe mumbled. His fat cock was slamming, peppering her gash with blurring strokes of fire-inciting cock. The snatch was oven-hot and cooking his loaf-like pecker.
"Mmmm," Jane cried as she felt the head of Tim's sweet prick flare out, as his hips uncontrollably lurched up at her sucking, cock-licking face. He was going to cream and she desperately wanted Abe to climax too. The thought of two men climaxing at once inside her was very exciting, one in her cunt, the other in her mouth. She could think of nothing more pleasing.
While laughing Abe hurled himself against the round, soft ass and embedded his big stick. Yes, he was close ... very close. With two more deep-driving strokes his breath caught, he closed his eyes, the press of her gyrating ass did the rest. His cunt-packed cockhead vomited hot semen inside the swirling chasm.
"Uhhhhhh ..." she sighed, as her lips drew tight and sucked with great power.
Tim's hips lifted off the chair and he speared his dick totally into her drawing mouth. A wracking tremble ripped through his stomach as the steaming juice foamed from his cock like it was a can of pressurized whipped cream. It frosted the pastry of her throat and backed up to fill her collapsed, twisting cheeks.
"Ummmmmm ... Jane groaned as she felt semen leaking from her mouth and cunt, as she felt the overwhelming fill of oozing batter being whipped inside her. She swallowed her cunt contracted, a climax rumbled from her cunt to her mouth ... it was the greatest ecstasy she'd ever felt.
Abe slid his dripping pole out of her cream-soaked snatch and sat on the floor, Jane was licking Tim's fine prick, lapping up all the delicious sperm her tongue could find. He saw his own juice streaming down her legs, puddling on the floor between her knees. Tim's cock was still stiff, Abe's was already drawing back to relaxed smallness.
"Fuck him," Abe said. "Sit on the cock and make it shrink up. Fuck him."
It was an order that didn't have to be repeated. Jane climbed up to straddle the out stretched body of her brother in the chair. His long, erect pecker was as good as ever as she steered it into the sloshing cream of her red-lipped slit. It moved inside with a tight stretching shove. Jane grinned, Tim was bigger than Abe, he was at least as big as Jerry ... and just as good.
Jane recognized how excited she was to be feeling her brother's cock inside her cunt. Her whole body tingled with anticipation, she could hardly breathe. Through glazed eyes she smiled at him and he bravely smiled back. Yes, she was sure of it, he was enjoying this as much as she was.
His hips rose up and drove the long cock deep inside the tight suction of her bouncing pussy. Tim had never felt anything so good in his life, anything ... his sister's hole was the perfect fit for his pulsating dong, they were always compared by aunts and uncles for the similarity in their eyes, mouths, noses ... never for anything as well-matched as this.
Tim only wished his hands weren't tied because he was dying to reach up and squeeze her massive breasts, to feel those wonderful balls of swinging meat and tender nipples in his hot hands. But he knew down deep he would eventually feel them, this was their first time and it was by outside force ... but a time would come when they could do this alone, by their own impulse and desire to again feel themselves matching so well.
Jane's arms circled his neck and held tight as her round ass blurred with speed on the delightful stabbing of his hot, youthful column of meat. Tim's hips heaved up to meet her rapid-fire bounces onto him. Their bodies whipped together with a meaty slap of flesh which repeated without stop as Abe stared in awe. His own cream was now nothing but a ring of white froth inside her ass crack and on her wide-stretched thighs. Her pussy lips were a brilliant red ring, like a rubber band, around the plunging rod. Tim's balls were tossing from side to side as the organs washed into each other like converging waves.
She fell forward and smashed her warm, hard-nippled jugs into Tim's heaving chest as the climax grabbed at her cunt. He pitched up and embedded the cock to full depth and felt her snatch tremble happily all over it. Tim wasn't close to another climax, but the feel of her clamping box was pleasure enough. He had done well, she was satisfied, he was a man.
Her snatch kept twisting, writhing, wringing the prick unmercifully until the waves of ecstasy passed. Then Jane lifted her cream and sweat-drenched crotch away from the still hard pillar of red to kneel before it and suck again. Abe watched the loving care as her lips circled the head and kissed. He grunted and stood up.
"Okay get in the kitchen and start some breakfast!" he loudly ordered. "Leave the kid alone!"
When Jane unwillingly stood up, she saw Jerry. He was standing in the bedroom doorway, staring, not believing what he had Just witnessed. Beyond him, on the bed and completely nude, was her mother'. Beth's eyes were wide with horror, she also saw them, saw her children in their act of love.
"Noooo!" Beth screamed. "You promised! You dirty bastards promised me!"
Jerry slammed the door shut to drown out her cries and silently walked to the bathroom as Abe guffawed with delight. "What's she so damned upset about?" he laughed. "Can't you keep her happy? Huh, Geraldo?"
Jerry stopped and turned, his face was threatening. "Raping her is one thing, forcing her to screw her brother is another, Abe. You went too far."
"Too far? Bullshit! Didn't you see how they were eating each other up? They loved it! I did them the biggest favor of their young lives!" Abe bellowed.
"Yeah, I saw," Jerry quietly said. His stare moved to Jane and she saw his contempt.
Jane held her head high, she had nothing to be ashamed of in front of them. Who were they to judge? Criminals, escaped convicts, terrorists, rapists ... they could rot in hell. But her pride began to melt when she heard Abe's next remark.
"You ain't seen nothing, Geraldo. Just wait until after breakfast when I unleash this young boy an his mother's snatch."
Jane spun around and blurted, "No! Not that!"
"What'sa matter?" Abe chided. "You afraid he might like her more than you?"
"You sick creep, you perverted...." she hissed.
"Look who's talking! I saw how you loved fucking your brother! Incest is sick! You're just as perverted as I am!" Abe barked.
"Dammit!" Jerry yelled. "Everybody shut up!" His eyes went narrow and he fumed, "No one's doing anything, because we're getting the hell outta here, Abe. It's time to split."
Tim's head bobbed up, his eyes showed relief. Jane gave each man a puzzled stare as they eyed each other. "Horseshit," Abe said in a low voice. "You can go right now if you want but I'm sticking around. I ain't had so much fun in years."
"It might be your last," Jerry reasoned. "If we stay in one place too long they're bound to catch up with us."
"Not here. Not way up in the middle of nowhere. This is the safest place we can be ... and the most enjoyable too."
"Do what you want," Jerry flatly stated. "But after I eat I'm leaving." He turned to go to the bathroom.
"Just eat? Breakfast, or your little cunt here?" Abe mumbled with amusement. Jerry closed the bathroom door.
Jane silently turned to the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of eggs. A feeling of dread was coming over her, for some reason she couldn't put her finger on she was scared more than ever. Now that they were going to be alone with Abe it seemed different; Jerry had a restraining influence on the gross animal. What would Abe do once he had them all to himself?
Timothy stared down at his now limp cock, splatters of cream from Jane's thrilling pussy were on his red pubic hair, Abe's sperm, Abe's filthy jism. Then he felt the chair moving as Abe tugged it over to the table. The big man tied Tim's ankles back to the chair legs then undid his gag.
"I'm going to undo your arms, boy. So you can eat. But I'll keep your legs tied and this noose around your neck just in case you decide to be a hero."
Abe looped cord around Tim's throat and tied it to the back of the chair. When he undid Tim's arms it was possible for him to eat but impossible to stand without choking. Tim stayed silent as he intently watched his nude sister labor at the stove. She prepared a breakfast for her mother and handed it to Abe.
"This is for my mom. Don't you think you should let her eat and go to the bathroom at least?"
"Uh ... Oh?" Abe hadn't considered such niceties for Beth, but he decided Jane was right. He looked at the bedroom door, then said "Put it on the table. I'll take care of everything."
Abe waited until Jerry came out of the bathroom then said. "You keep your eyes on these two while I let mommy piss."
Jerry nodded. Abe entered the bedroom. After several minutes the door opened and Beth came walking out with Abe behind her. She glanced with sadness at her children, tears filled her eyes. But Abe shoved her and she stumbled forward, Tim tried to jump up and the choker tore at his throat.
"Sit down!" Abe snarled.
Beth sobbed then whimpered to Jane and Tim, "I'm sorry ..."
Their faces were ashen as they saw their mother herded like a pitiful lamb across the room. Then they saw Abe's guarantee that she didn't try to run, he held a broomstick in his hand and kept prodding her ass, sticking her when she slowed, goosing her while snickering happily to himself.
"Can't you stop him?" Jane asked Jerry after Abe entered the bathroom with Beth.
Until now Jerry had seen little concern for Beth in Jane's eyes or actions. But it was obvious she did care, she had been hiding it to keep them from turning it on her. He shrugged. "What can I do? Get in a fight with him over a bunch of strangers?"
"Strangers?" Jane cried. "After what we did? After the way I treated you? You know something real crazy, real stupid? I liked you! I really tried to understand your problems and not judge you too harshly! I thought you were a man!"
"Aw, cut it out ..."
"But you're not! You're less of a man than that fat friend of yours! He's sick and disgusting but at least he doesn't crawl off with his tail between his legs when things aren't going his way!"
Jerry's fist pounded down on the table. "That's just it! Things are going his way! And I don't want to go along! He's dumb! He thinks he's out of prison for good, that they'll never catch him again! That's bullshit! They'll get him and they'll get me too! It's only a matter of time!"
"So" she asked. "What does that mean!"
"It means I have things I want to do before they get me. I can't waste any more time playing around here! He believes he has all the time in the world ... who am I to stop him? If he wants to be stupid that's fine with me. As long as I get done what I have to do."
Her brow furrowed. "What's that? What's so important that you have to get done?"
Jerry frowned and scratched his head. Then said softly, "I have to kill a man."
"What?" she breathlessly asked. "Why?"
Tim was staring at Jerry, wondering, questioning. What was driving this seemingly compassionate man, this man with his mission of murder?
"Because he's the man who made me kill my wife. The sonofabitch who turned her into a common whore"
Jane sat down and pushed the hair from her face as Jerry continued with his story. "I was in the service ... hell, I was gone less than a year. I got leave a couple of times and saw the changes in her. I didn't like it but what could I do?"
"Was she having an affair?" Jane asked.
"Hah! If it was just that! An affair I could have handled. No, it was more than that, much more."
"More?"
"The bastard was feeding her dope, stringing her out ... it didn't take much time to hook her, apparently she loved the stuff. Then he turned the tables on her. If she wanted her stuff she had to screw for it ... not just him ... but anybody he told her to. He used her as a prostitute, put her to work, changed her from the wonderful girl I married into a hollow-eyed streetwalker in less than a year."
"How terrible," Jane said.
His eyes closed with pain and Jerry replied, "It was."
"Couldn't you help her? Wasn't there any thing you could do?"
"I tried. But I was fighting something stronger than both of us. One night she attacked me in a rage. I killed her ... I didn't want anyone, especially that bastard, to ever touch her poor, ruined body again."
There was a long, heavy silence before Tim spoke up. "You got sent to prison for that?"
"I got life."
"But you were right," Tim's words made Jane look at her younger brother with a new kind of respect.
"No, I wasn't. But this time I will be. I'm gonna finish my job ... I'm gonna get that filthy creep and make sure everyone else's wife is safe."
"You better eat," Jane said. "And there are some of my father's clothes in the closet ... you can change into them."
"And take my car," Tim offered. "It's hard to drive but it really flies when you want to go fast."
Jerry smiled at the compassionate kids, but before he could answer them the bathroom door flew open and Abe prodded Beth to the table. She sat down and kept her eyes on the floor.
"Okay, folks," Abe announced. "Right now we'll have ourselves a little family-style breakfast." He looked around and saw the serious faces, felt the heavy stillness. With a grunt he sat down and snorted, "Let's go! Get the food on the table! We need nourishment before the family-style games!"