Chapter 2
Amos Jensen scanned the clear blue sunlit water of Crystal Lake from the porch of a rustic cabin deep in a cove at the far north end. Amos was the oldest and the largest of the three brothers, their undisputed leader, who looked like a hairy mountain with arms. His long black frizzy hair fluttered in the afternoon breeze.
"Damn!" he roared. "There ain't been a damn boat on the whole fucking lake all day except old man Conners out fishin' for bass."
"Word must be gettin' around," the middle brother Enos said. He was built long and lean under a shaggy mop of rust-colored hair. When he laughed, he showed a mouthful of crooked, broken teeth.
Willie, the youngest and best looking of the three, slouched in a slant-back chair that he had propped against the cabin wall. He had bright blue eyes and tousled, sun-streaked sandy-colored hair.
"I don't see what's so dang funny, Enos. If ole cousin Lie weren't the sheriff around here, we'd all be doin' hard time for what we done." Willie shook his head.
"Boy, don't you bitch! You done as much as Enos an me, an' I think you enjoyed it more!" Amos said, glaring with eyes as hard and black as lumps of coal.
Enos laughed again and spit a slimy charge of tobacco juice ten feet into the woods around the cabin. "We know fer sure them ladies liked it more . . . little Willie being so dang good-lookin' an' all . . . jus' like old Tab what's-his-name? You know, he used to be in the movies. Handsome devil . . . 'course he weren't near the size of Willie."
Little Willie weighed two hundred and thirty pounds, stood six-foot-four in his stocking feet, and there wasn't a man anywhere around Crystal Lake who could take him . . . except Amos, who was two inches taller and twenty pounds heavier.
Amos said, "I don't think his looks had a damn thing to do with pleasin' them city bitches. It's that blonde-haired pecker of his." He hunched his enormous shoulders. "Goddamn, but that boy is hung! In a family full of big cocks, that kid is the king!"
"Mine's as long!" Enos said sharply.
"But not half so big around," Amos said with a sneer. "Question is, what we gonna do with three fine cocks and no ladies out on the lake?"
"Some'll show on the weekend," Willie said.
"the weekend? Fuck, boy . . . this is Tuesday! What are we gonna do, jack-off until Friday night?"
"I don't know about you two, but I'm takin' the dugout down to Stillwater Cove."
"What's there besides the Ryan's cabin?" Amos wanted to know.
"Just the cabin," Willie said, " . . . which has been rented to the new school teacher."
"What new school teacher?" Enos thought he knew everything that went on round Crystal Lake.
"Miss Amy McCoy," Willie told them. "Just hired on to teach third grade a real pretty little gal with fire-red hair long enough to kiss her cute little ass. I met her that year I went to the junior college down in the valley. Today, I figure I'll really get to know her . . . if you know what I mean."
"Well, hot shill An honest to God redhead?" Amos said with a leering, gap-toothed grin. "You jus' hang on, boy. . . Enos and me are goin' with you.
"You'll piss in a panther's ear first!" Willie said. "This little lady is mine. All mine!"
Amos curled his lip and said flatly, "There's ain't nuthin' around here what's all yours. We share an' share alike!"
"I'm not sharin' her, Amos! You want her, you gotta go through me first!"
"Boy, don't talk that way to me. It'd be a pure shame to smash all them shiney bright teeth of yours...
Willie came up out of the chair like the seat had been set cm fire.
"You sonuvabitch!" Willie roared, charging head down toward his brother like a ram.
Enos stuck out one lanky leg and tripped him. Amos side-stepped Willie's charge and launched a vicious uppercut from the floor of the porch. He caught Willie on the point of his chin, snapped his head back and sent him tumbling to the ground. Willie hit flat on his face, both arms hanging limp. He rolled over; once, moaning, and then lay still, his glazed blue eyes staring blankly at the sky.
"Load the boy in the boat," Amos said. "Least we can do is let him have thirds when he wakes up.' Then his hairy barrel of a chest heaved with a gale laughter. "'While you're at it . . . load a few coils of rope and some of that log chain too. Those educated ladies aren't always as obliging as they might be!"
They were ready to go in tell minutes flat. Enos steered the dugout, and Amos sat in the bow and brooded. Amos was a mean man, who had become meaner when the mill had closed down. With housing prices shooting up and interest rates soaring, few people could afford new homes. Carpenters got laid off, builders went broke. Not much lumber was being used, and so the mill at Crystal Lake closed down. That meant no logging jobs for the Jensen brothers. With nothing to do but cash weekly unemployment checks, their powerful bodies got restless.
Enos ran the hundred-horse outboard from the rear seat of their long cedar dugout canoe, his sinewy right hand wrapped hard around the vibrating throttle handle,
Amos' dark eyes sweeped the bright water ahead, catching beads of spray that gleamed in his scruffy beard.
Willie lay unconscious in the middle of the dugout, unaware of the engine's roar, the stinging spray, or the lazy black buzzards circling idly overhead.
"Cut the engine," Amos shouted as they neared the mouth of Stillwater Cove. "Just glide the big fucker in no sense announcin' our arrival sooner than we need."
Women around Crystal Lake were all jittery because of what they'd heard. Nothing official, the sheriff had taken care of that. Nothing in the weekly paper, and nothing on TV beamed in from the relay tower on Crystal Peak. But they all knew. Word traveled fast in tins' backwoods towns.
Amy McCoy kept the latch chain on when she heard a knock on her cabin doors and the business end of a double-barreled twelve-gauge poked out the narrow crack before she asked, "Who is it?"
Willie Jensen stepped around where she could see him, his sandy hair still dripping after Amos had dunked his head in the lake to wake him up. "Hi, Amy. . . it's Willie!" Her green eyes flashed brightly.
Willie Jensen was a big handsome bastard, and Amy had. heard rumors around the junior college they'd both attended, rumors about the size of his cock wild rumors that made her red-furred pussy itch.
"You're all wet!" she said, withdrawing the lethal muzzle of the gun and undoing the latch chain.
"I sort of fell in the lake," he started to explain.
Then Amos kicked the door with one booted foot and knocked it half off its hinges.
"Shit!" Amy screamed, stumbling back, trying to raise the deadly twelve gauge and thumb the hammers back.
Amos came through the door first, nearly filling the frame. Amy tripped on the edge of a braided rug and pitched backward. The gun went off as she slammed against the floor, both barrels spitting fire and a double load of buckshot blowing a jagged big hole in the shingle roof.
Amos wrenched the smoking gun from her trembling hands and threw lit across the room. Enos sneaked through the door then, hunching over to keep from bumping his head.
Amy's frightened eyes flicked from one to the other and she gasped in a voice choked with fear. What d-do you want?"
She'd heard of the other two Jensen brothers too. People in the town of Crystal Springs talked a lot about them, always behind their backs. Like why were the three brothers so different in looks and attitude? Some snickered and said it was because their mother bad been none too fussy about who she slept with when the old man was away.
"We heard you was the new teacher, and we come to get some learnin'," Amos said, leering and licking his thick lips.
"I-I don't start teaching until next week," Amy said, drawing herself up on hands and knees, unaware as yet that she was being teased.
"Well," Amos said in his roaring deep voice, "my brothers and me ain't waitin' until next week. We figure to start right now." One of his ham-sized hands clenched her silky red hair and jerked the trembling girl to her feet, holding her so that her dangling toes could barely reach The floor.
"Aaagggh, you bastard!" The red nails of her right hand flashed toward his eyes like the claws of a cat.
Amos flicked the slashing blow aside with his other hand and grabbed her wrist, wrenching her arm in a painful position behind her back. "Now you listen, you little bitch. . . if you try to scratch me again I'll break your Goddamned arm off at the shoulder and fuck your cunt with the bloody stump!"
Amy's soft features twisted in writhing pain. Bright tears welled up and flooded from her eyes. Her full red lips quivered in fear. "All right . . . all right! Let me down, please. You're hurting me!"
Enos laughed. "Honey, we ain't hardly started yet!"
"Pull her pants off," Amos said. "I been wonderin' a lot about what comes under them fancy jeans. You think maybe she's got some Frenchman's name stamped on her ass the way it is on the back of her pants?"
"Let us see!" Enos tore at her belt 'with his leathery hands, pulling on the open front of her tight-fitting jeans until they dropped in a heap beneath her dangling feet. "Hoooooo-weeeeeee! Would you look at them little black bikini panties . . . ain't hardly big enough to cover her cunt hair!"
"Lemme see." Amos lifted her feet clear off the floor and turned the struggling girl to face him. "Sombitch, Enos . . . you're right. There's a little red fox in these woods we knew nuthin' about. Pull off her blouse too. Let's see if she got tits. Hate to think she might be one of them rubber-padded city bitches t hat hangs their cans on the bedpost overnight."
Enos tore open her blouse, scattering buttons like teeth in a barroom brawl. "No, by God looks like what she's got is all hers under that lacy black bra. She ain't got as much as some we've seen, but her titties sure are nice and pointy-sharp."
"Rip off all that elastic, wire and nylon slit and let's see how sharp those little knockers really are!" Enos kept glaring and wetting his lips. "Nuthin' I like better 'an firm young titty. If you sag, sweetheart, ole Amos is gonna throw your ass outside to get fucked by our dog."
"Oooh, God!" Amy had almost fainted from the pain shooting down from her scalp and up from her badly twisted shoulder. Her eyes rolled, lids fluttering, and her mind refused to believe any of this was real.
She heard the snap when Enos broke the clasp on her bra, felt the jerking grasp of his rough hands, then felt her creamy tits burst free. She sucked in a frightened gasp that swelled her tits and made them jut out proudly.
"You re in luck, little lady . . . you got a nice firm pair of titties. Look how her nipples point up, Enos thick and dark like ripe berries, and just as juicy sweet, I'll bet."
Amos lifted her higher, increasing the sharp pain of the arm bent cruelly, behind her back. Amy could feel his foul breath on her tits. The stench of him burned her nose, and the idea of being touched by this hairy ape made her tender flesh ripple with goose-bumps.
"What do you think, boys?" Amos released her arm and spun her around by the hair, her feet dangling a good foot off the floor. "If this here was a side of beef, how would you grade it? Is she choice, or is she prime?"
"I'd say, prime!" Enos was already pulling down his pants to free his swelling cock.
"And I'd say, put her down!" Willie's head had completely cleared. He barged through the broken door, carrying a gleaming double-headed axe he'd found on the woodpile under the porch. "I mean it, Amos. Put her down! If either of you touch Amy, I'll cut your cocks off and fry them for breakfast like link sausage."
"Enos, what do you think?" the older brother asked, his dark eyes still feasting on Amy's ripe curves.
"Amos, I think you'd better do like Willie says. I don't think the boy is foolin' not the way he's holdin' that axe. I sure would hate to end up cockless this weekend when there's gonna' be city women out on the lake."
"You're right," Amos agreed. His rough face broke into a grin and he lowered the trembling redhead gently to the floor.
"Now clear out, both of you!" Willie said. He made another threatening gesture with the double-edged ax.
"We're going, we're going!" Amos said, and he followed his taller brother out the door.
"Oh, Willie. . . oh, God!" Amy collapsed into his strong arms. Willie dropped the axe and stroked her silky red hair, feeling the warmth of her firm tits pressing hard against his chest.
"It's all right," he said, fingers running lightly down her back. "It's all right . . . I'll take care of you."
Her soft lips quivered. "Fuck me!"
"What?"
"Fuck me, Willie. Please . . . do it now! Ooooooooh," Amy said with a shiver. "I got so damned scared and so damned excited when I was hanging there, having my clothes ripped off. Fuck me, do it hard ... I want all of your big cock!"
"Well, all right. All right!" He gathered Amy in his arms and dumped the shivering redhead on the bed in the far corner of the room.
Outside of Amy's cabin, Amos and Enos contained their laughter until they reached their boat beached on the lakeshore. Then they both doubled over, powerful arms clutching their sides.
"Don't that beat all?" Amos roared. He tried to imitate Amy's shrill voice. "Fuck me, Willie. Please . . . do it now!"
The roar of their laughter was louder than the outboard motor that Enos had just started up.
"Ain't it nice how we made a her outta that boy?" Enos grinned.
"Shit, yes he'd been a whole week talkin' that little redhead outta her jeans," Amos replied.
Amy's shrill cry carried clear to the lake shore, a long wail of pain that ended in sharp gasps of sheer delight.
"Sounds like the little red fox just found out how big that boy's prick really is." Enos said with an evil grin.
"Sounds like," Amos agreed. "I jus hope she's done with it by Friday night. I'd hate to have our little brother miss the last big weekend of the houseboat season!"