Chapter 8

When they all sat down for supper that evening, it was quite obvious that Martha was still angry with Ben. She directed all her conversation to the children and ignored her husband completely, even to refusing to answer his questions. Toward the end of the meal, Martha snapped her fingers suddenly and turned to Cindy.

"I almost forgot. Your Uncle Matt's attorney called me today. He has to have an inventory of everything in their house. I brought a clipboard and some paper home from the store. Do you suppose you could take care of that tomorrow?"

"I suppose so," Cindy replied.

"I'll help you, honey," Ben said. "I've had enough experience with inventories to know exactly what they want."

Martha snorted. "That's a laugh. You haven't done it in so long you've probably forgotten how."

Ben ignored his wife. "We can do it this evening, Cindy. When we're through with supper we'll go on over. It shouldn't take us too long. The house isn't that big."

"Okay," Cindy looked back and forth at the two adults nervously. "I'd appreciate that. I really wouldn't know what to do."

Martha sighed and stood up, pushing her chair under the table. "You can go ahead when you're ready, dear. If you can keep him sober, he might be able to do it. Tina, you and I will do the dishes tonight."

Cindy toyed with her food until Ben was through, then they both got up. "I'm ready any time you are," she said.

"Let's go then. Martha, where did you put that clipboard?"

"It's in the car. Pick it up on the way out."

Cindy followed Ben out the back door to the car, then they walked out the driveway and across the street. When they reached the door, she inserted the key and opened it, switching on the light inside.

"I've never been in here before," Ben said, following her through the doorway. "I only met your uncle once. Saw him in the liquor store one time."

"Oh?" Cindy looked around and shrugged. "Where do you want to start? The living room?"

"Might as well." He went around and turned on the lights, then pulled a pen from his pocket and began writing down the articles in the room. "Why don't you fix me a drink, honey? Make it bourbon and water, will you?"

"Okay." Cindy went into the kitchen and got out the bourbon and ice cubes. She had never mixed a drink before, and she didn't know how much to put in, so she guessed at it. She carried the glass back to the living room and handed it over shyly. "I hope that's all right."

Ben sipped it and smacked his lips. "That's fine." He took several gulps, then resumed writing. "Nice furniture. Pretty expensive stuff."

"Well, they didn't have a lot of money, so it couldn't have cost too much."

"Uh-huh." He was preoccupied with his note-taking as he walked around the room, inspecting the pictures, lamps and other things.

Cindy remembered that she wanted to get her clock and went back to her bedroom, switching on the lights in the other rooms on the way. She unplugged her clock, wrapped the cord around it, then set it by the door so she wouldn't forget it. She was returning to the living room when she heard Ben in the kitchen making another drink.

As they went through the rest of the rooms one by one, Ben began fixing himself drinks more and more frequently. By the time they got to Cindy's old room, he had consumed almost half a fifth of bourbon.

"That's where he got it, huh?" Ben said, gesturing at the chalk outline surrounding the stain on Cindy's rug. "Your aunt sure didn't stop to ask any questions, I guess."

"Do you know what happened?" Cindy asked. "Really, I mean?"

"Only what I heard. Nothing official." He set his glass on the dresser. "Now, let's see. One bed, double."

"Would you tell me about it, Ben? Would you tell me what you heard?"

He shook his head and continued to write. "Nope. I think it's better that you don't know. As a matter-of-fact, I hope you never remember."

"Oh, please, Ben. Tell me. I feel so weird not knowing. It's really awful you know. Having something like that happen and not being able to remember it."

Ben dropped his arms to his sides and looked at her quizzically. Then he moved over to the dresser, put the clipboard and pen on the top, and picked up his drink. "Honey, I don't think you should know. It's not very nice."

Cindy was desperate. The nagging despair of not being able to recall what must have been a tragic incident was almost unbearable. She was sure that if she knew what had happened, she wouldn't feel so bad.

"Please, Ben. I'll do anything you say if you'll tell me. Honest I will."

"Oh, you will, will you?" He gazed at her young, lush body thoughtfully. "Martha says you were a virgin up 'til that night. Is that right?" Cindy blushed and lowered her eyes. "Yes."

"You mean you never did anything? You never let the boys feel you up?"

"Well, some," she murmured. "But I never went all the way." She raised her head and looked at him. "What difference does that make?"

"Not much, I guess. Just that your Uncle Matt, must have been a horny bastard." He took a swallow of his drink. "Do you remember what you were doing before it happened?"

"Not really. I remember coming in here, and that's all."

"Were you getting ready for bed?"

"I don't know. I suppose so. I guess it was late."

"You were naked when they found you. You didn't have a stitch on."

"Well, I guess I was then." Cindy shook her head. "I just don't remember. What was I doing? How did they find me?"

Ben drained his drink and put it down, then walked over to her and put his hands on her! shoulders. "Honey, let's forget about it, shall we? I It's not going to do any good to bring it up now." He slipped his arms around her back and pulled her closer. "It doesn't make any difference, baby. You've got a whole life ahead of you."

Before Cindy knew what was happening, he had pressed his lips against hers and pushed his tongue into her mouth. As he gripped her tightly, she could feel his prick hardening against her belly. She started to push away, but then realized that she enjoyed it. She wrapped her arms around him and held him as she returned his kiss passionately.

"Damn, baby!" he said, breathing heavily. "You're really something! How would you really like to make it with a man?"

"Oh, Ben!" she whimpered. "We shouldn't! Martha might come over. Or Tina."

"No, they won't," he said gruffly, pushing his swelling cock against her. "They're probably taking care of John. What d'you say, baby? Would you like to feel something real good inside you?"

"Ooohhh!" she groaned, feeling his cock throb in his pants. She remembered vividly what it looked like. It would even be better than John's. "Ben, I don't know! I'm scared!"

"Don't be." He kissed her again, swirling his tongue in her mouth. His hands slid down to grip her asscheeks. "Baby! I know you want it! Take your clothes off!"

When he released her and backed away, Cindy stared down at the huge mound in his pants. Her chest tightened and she could feel her cunt twitching. Having a real man fuck her would be far out. She whimpered softly as she unbuttoned her blouse while Ben began undoing his shirt.

"You're gonna like it, kid!" he said huskily. "I'm a helluva lot better than John can ever think of being."

He was naked to the waist and began undoing his pants. Kicking off his shoes, he pulled his trousers down with his shorts, exposing the huge shaft that jutted out from his pelvis.

"Oh, God!" Cindy was taking her bra off and stopped to stare at the thick, hairy, pulsing cock before her eyes. Then she turned away and finished undressing, almost afraid to look at Ben's fantastic prick.

"C'mon, baby! Let's get on the bed!"

Ben crawled up and lay on his back with his huge dick jerking so hard it jiggled his nuts. His burning eyes were focused on Cindy as she swung around to walk toward the bed with her tits swaying. When she crawled up next to him, he threw his arms around her and pulled her close, pressing their naked bodies together.

"Oh, Ben!" she groaned happily. "God! I never dreamed you'd do this!"

"Neither did I!" he whispered, his face buried in the hollow of her throat. His hand was forcing her legs apart and he was touching her hot, tender pussy, caressing it lightly and separating the lips of her gash. "Oh, baby! Baby!"

Cindy was inhaling his manly odor as she spread her thighs wide to let him at her cunt. Then she reached down and curled her fingers around his shaft, feeling the mighty tool pulse in her grip. She was quivering all over, anticipating what was going to happen. "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! Ben! Ben! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"

"Easy, honey!" he gasped. "Take it slow! Your pussy is all wet! You wanted this, didn't you? God, what a fantastic cunt!" His fingers were sliding up and down her gash, tickling her clit and teasing the opening that was getting larger by the second. "Baby! Damn!"

"Oh, Ben!" she whimpered. "Ben! Your hand feels so good!" She squeezed his cock. "And you're so hard! I can't believe your cock is so big! It's going to hurt me when you put it in! OOOHHH!"

"UUUNNNGGGHHH! It won't hurt, honey! I'll get you ready first! Rub my balls! AAAGGGHHH! That's it, honey! Jesus! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"

"KISS ME, BEN! KISS ME!" As he placed his lips on hers, she began running her hand all over his crotch, fondling his nuts and caressing his dick lightly. He was a man! A real man! When he pulled his mouth away she sobbed. "Please, Ben! Not too long! I'm awful hot already! Don't make me cum before you put it in!"

"It's all right, kid! Do it! Cum! You can always do it again!" He slid a wet finger into her milk-filled cunt and began swirling it around inside her. "God, baby! Jesus! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"

"BEN! GOD, THAT FEELS GOOD! YOU TICKLE INSIDE! AAARRRGGGHHH! OH, BEN! JEEZ! AAARRRGGGHHH!"

"Hang on, baby!" he rasped. "Go ahead and cum!" He scooted down until his face was even with her chest. Then he took one of her nipples in his mouth and began sucking on it wetly as he pumped his finger in and out of her twat. "UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUNNNFFF!"

"AAARRRGGGHHH! BEN! OH, GOD!" She was writhing and squirming with ecstasy. 'Climax was building quickly in her twat. She lowered her head and watched him suck on her tit for a moment, then gazed at his hand as he stabbed his finger repeatedly into her dewy hold. "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! BEN! JESUS! OH, GOD! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM!"

"UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! UUUMMM!" He sucked hungrily on the smooth firm cone. She had gripped his cock again and he was hunching into her fist. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!"

"AAAGGGHHH! BEN! GOD! NOW! OH, JESUS! UUUNNNGGGHHH!" She lifted off the bed, balanced on her shoulders and heels, and began hunching at his fucking finger as climax surged through her body. She twitched and jerked, then fell back with a heavy sigh. "OOOHHH, MY GOD!"

He lifted his face from her tit and moved up to kiss her, with his finger still stuck in her cunt. "That's just the beginning, baby!" he whispered hoarsely. "Now, you're going to get a fuck you'll never forget. I'm going to stick my dick in you and fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

"DO IT!" she shrieked. "DO IT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH, PLEASE, BEN! STICK IT IN!"

"Take it easy, kid! No hurry!" He pulled his finger from her snatch and licked it off. "You're good and hot, now. You're ready. How do you want it?"

"I CAN'T WAIT!" she yelled in agony. "OH, BEN! GOD!" She rolled over on top of him and struggled to her knees. "PLEASE, BEN! PLEASE!"

"I'll get on top, kid! Wait a minute!" he grabbed at her and rolled over, but they were too close to the side of the bed. They fell to the floor with a crash, and Ben landed on top of her. He saw that Cindy had a look of anguish on her face, and hadn't seemed to realize that they fell. "Sorry, kid. We'll have to do it here."

"I DON'T CARE!" she shouted. "STICK IT IN! GOD! HURRY, BEN! HURRY!"

"Damn, Cindy! Damn!" He probed for her hole with his cock. It wasn't hard to find. Then he lunged upward, thrusting his shaft into her cunt with one quick movement. "AAARRRGGGHHH! Oh, God! AAARRRGGGHHH!"

"AAAGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH!" As the huge shaft penetrated her cunt, Cindy felt his stubbly cheek scratching against hers. The heavy weight on top of her and the gigantic dick in her cunt triggered something in her mind. "STOP! DON'T!"

"Jesus, Cindy!" he gasped. "I've wanted to fuck you since I first saw you! UUUNNNGGGHHH! You're fantastic! Oh, fuck! FUCK!"

"PLEASE! GOD! DON'T!" Cindy knew something was wrong. The big poker plunging into her pussy wasn't Ben's! It was someone else's! "STOP! PLEASE!"

"Take it easy, kid!" he grunted. "You'll like that big pecker! Don't struggle! Just fuck! FUCK! Oh, God! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"

The words! She remembered the words! And the scratching on her cheek. "MATT! DON'T, MATT! OH, GOD! STOP!"

Ben didn't hear her. His hands gripped her shoulders as he hunched quickly, cramming his aching cock into the hot, wet cunt. "FUCK, BABY! FUCK! UUUNNNGGGHHH! OH, GOD, YOU'RE TIGHT! DO IT, CINDY! AAARRRGGGHHH!"

"MATT! STOP!" she shrieked. "don't! AUNT EMMA! SHE'S GOING TO CATCH US! MATT! AAAGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH! OH, PLEASE, MATT! STOP!"

"HANG ... IN ... THERE ... BABY!" he grunted. "OH, FUCK! WHAT A PIECE OF ASS! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"

"STOP!" She began hitting him with her fists and kicking with her legs. "DON'T! AUNT EMMA WILL KILL YOU! DON'T, MATT! OH, GOD! STOP! STOP!"

"I ... CAN'T ... STOP! FUCK! FFFUUUCCC-KKK! AAARRRGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! OH, JESUS! I'M CUMMING! HOLD ON, CINDY! I'M GONNA BLOW OFF! BAAABBBYYY! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"

"AAAGGGHHH!" She felt the hot liquid erupt in her cunt. It shot in jets against her womb, filling her tube. She looked up past his shoulder and saw her Aunt Emma standing there, grinning evilly, scissors gleaming in her hand.

"OH, NO!" she screamed. "NNNOOO!" Then she fainted.

"Hey, kid! Wake up! Wake up!"

Cindy opened her eyes slowly. Ben was bending over her, washing her face with a cold, damp cloth. She blinked several times, waiting for her spinning mind to come to a halt. Then she sat up quickly, brushing his hand away.

"Ben! I remember! I remember what happened!"

"So that's what it was!" He heaved a sigh of relief. "Jesus Christ, Cindy! You passed out on me! You had me scared to death for a second there!"

Cindy covered her face with her hands and shuddered. "It was terrible. God! I even saw Aunt Emma. She was going to ... to stab you!"

He put his hand on her shoulder and spoke to her soothingly. "There wasn't anybody here except us, honey. It was all your imagination."

She dropped her hands from her face and looked at him sorrowfully. "She killed him, didn't she, Ben? She killed him while he was ... fucking me."

"That's right, kid," he said, nodding his head. "She sure did. I'm sorry that what we did made you remember."

"I don't know whether I am or not," she said, almost in a whisper. "I wanted to know, but now I'm scared. Real scared!"

He stood up, still naked, and tossed the washcloth on the dresser. "While you were out I went down and got some whiskey, I thought it might help." He handed her a glass half-full of amber liquid. "Toss it down, kid. It'll make you feel better."

She took it from him numbly and lifted it to her lips. It burned her throat all the way down. She gagged and coughed and sputtered. "Jesus!" she gasped. "That's awful!"

He laughed. "I guess it is the first time. C'mon. Let's get our clothes on and get back." He walked over to his pile of clothes on the floor and began dressing.

"How long was I out, Ben?" Cindy asked as she got up on shaky legs. "Very long?"

"Nan. Only about ten minutes, I guess." He stopped pulling his pants on when he saw her reel across the room. "Hey! You all right now?"

"I ... I think so. I'll let you know when I get my clothes on."

When she had finished dressing, Cindy took the washcloth back to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her eyes. She was still shaking as she dried her face off. She looked at herself in the mirror.

I still can't believe she did it! she thought. God! She stabbed him to death! All because of me!

Blinking back tears, Cindy returned to the bedroom, and found it empty. Ben must have gone to the other part of the house. She switched out the lights, picked up her clock, and walked to the living room. Ben was leaning against the front door with the clipboard in his hand.

"Think you can make it now?" he asked.

"Yes, I think so." She turned off the lights in the living room, then went out with Ben, locking the door behind her.

As they crossed the street, Cindy felt even stronger pains of grief and guilt than she had when she first heard that her uncle was dead. Thinking back on it, she realized that she had unintentionally teased the old man half out of his mind. Without knowing it, she had practically asked him to rape her. It was a terrible thought to live with.

They continued silently up the sidewalk to the Baker front door. Ben opened it, ushered her in, then followed. Cindy was totally unprepared for the outburst that greeted them.

"YOU BASTARD!" Martha screamed from the kitchen. "YOU DIRTY BASTARD!"

"What the hell are you talking about now?" Ben asked in amazement.

Martha came storming into the room, her eyes flashing angrily. "YOU DIRTY CHILD-DICKING SONOFABITCH!"

Cindy was scared to death. She saw Tina sitting on the couch and moved over to drop down next to her, getting out of the way of the storm she knew was going to follow.

"Will you calm down, for Christ sake?" Ben threw the clipboard on the table and slumped into a chair. "What the hell's eating you, anyway?"

"I sent Tina over to find out what was taking you so long! She saw you both naked in that bedroom! Jesus Christ! Ben! A girl! A little girl!"

Martha's face twisted with rage. She grabbed a heavy ceramic ashtray off an end table and hurled it at Ben's head. He ducked, and the ashtray sailed out through a window, spraying broken glass out into the front yard.

"KNOCK IT OFF, GODDAMNIT!" Ben shouted. "YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR MIND, YOU FUCKIN' BITCH! YOU'RE CRAZY!" He got up and walked past her, shoving her out of the way. "I'm gonna have a drink. Sit down and shut your fuckin' mouth!"

"GODDAMN YOU!" Martha shrieked. She grabbed up a lamp and threw it at him just as he went through the doorway. It crashed against the wall and fell in pieces. "IT WASN'T ENOUGH WITH THE OTHER WOMEN! YOU HAD TO HAVE CINDY, TOO!"

Cindy shook with terror as she watched the woman follow her husband into the kitchen. Then she heard the wail of a siren. She looked at Tina quickly. "Who called the cops?"

Tina was shaking, too. "I don't know! Maybe we better get out of here!"

They had just gotten up to run When John stumbled into the room in his robe, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Hey, what's going on here? Who's breakin' stuff?"

"C'mon, John," Tina said urgently. "We've gotta run. The cops are coming." She grabbed the boy's hand and the three youngsters started for the door.

They didn't make it. Before Cindy could reach for the knob, the police car with the flashing red light pulled up in front. They heard running footsteps come up the sidewalk, then there was a pounding on the door.

OPEN UP! POLICE!

"This is a weird setup," the officer said to his partner as he returned to the living room. He jerked his thumb toward the hallway. "The poor kid back there hasn't got all his marbles. He says he was in an accident a while back." He turned to Ben. "Is that right?"

Ben nodded slowly. "Yes. He's ... retarded."

The officer shook his head and looked at the other policeman. "He wasn't retarded enough to tell me what's been going on around here. The neighbors were right. I think we'd better take these people down to the station and have a nice long talk."