Chapter 5
Somehow, Rachel's paw, Jack, had acquired the use of an old panel truck. Not that he used it for much, though he was able to make it run on the alcohol he distilled himself, so he didn't have to bother buying gasoline.
When the man came home the following day, after spending the entire afternoon with his sons, fishing at the creek, he discovered his wife and his daughters were gone. He was roaring mad, and when Rachel came from school, he insisted she get in the truck with him and help him look for her mother and sisters. He was already half-drunk and muttering to himself how Susan and his two other daughters were too valuable to lose. He continued muttering as he drove along the winding broken trails through the hilly country, going aimlessly one way and then another, and Rachel soon understood he intended selling the bodies of herself and her two sisters along with her mother when the time was right. He would sell them again and again, intent on making himself lots of money. What was more, if they had children as a result of all this fucking, and they were girls, when the children grew up, he'd put them to work along with his wife and daughters.
The man had no idea where he was going. He headed in all four directions for a distance of twenty miles each way, and when he found no sign of his wife and daughters, he was angrier than hell. Shee-itt! He had intended giving Susan another good, solid fuck.
Now he stopped the truck behind some high rocks off the side of the road, and Rachel asked, "Why are we stopping, paw?"
"Radiator's a might overheated," he told her. "Gotta wait until it cools down."
But it was obvious from the way he was looking at her, liquored up as he was from the same stuff he used to drive the truck, that he had more in mind than waiting for the radiator to cool.
"We oughtta be gittin' home," Rachel insisted.
"We'll be gittin' home." the man grunted, eyeing her, realizing he had already waited too long, and now was as good a time as any to teach her what it was like to fuck.
Shee-itt! As far as he was concerned, he had no doubt she had probably rolled in the hay with some schoolboys already. Good! It'd save him the trouble of hearing her scream when he fucked her. At least it'd same him the trouble of a messy cherry-popping. He hated having blood all over him when he fucked.
"Well," Rachel said, eyeing him suspiciously, "iff n you want to wait until the truck has cooled down some, mebbee I'd better go get some water from the creek and pour it into the radiator."
The man didn't say anything at that point. Instead, he suddenly seized the lovely girl and hurled her violently against the back of the seat. The feel of her smooth white shoulders under her gingham dress against his perspiring dirty palms aroused him that much more, and he began panting, breathing that much more heavily, his hard cock throbbing as it grew inside his overalls. Inch by inch it seemed to swell all the larger as the man realized how delightful his daughter had grown.
He knew they wouldn't be disturbed by any other cars or trucks that might pass on the nearby road, and almost no one came walking. It was long past time for him to crawl into Rachel, and that was precisely what he intended doing. This was a good time fer her to git used to her old man's cock, 'specially since she was the only cunt left.