Even though it was raining; it was a beautiful day to Lyn as she opened the front door and walked into the house. Any day that began with getting to go home from school was a wonderful day.
Lyn had expected to have the whole house to herself. Her stepmother had said something to her and her father at breakfast about going into Phaly to shop. Lynn had been overjoyed when she'd arrived at school and found that there had been a malfunction of the air-conditioning-system that had resulted in an inside temperature of 120 degrees. It had meant that she'd have all day to practice the piano. Joyce, her stepmother, couldn't stand classical music. If Lyn practiced for more than a half-hour at a time, Joyce accused her of trying to giver her a headache.
Before she got down to practicing, though, Lyn had to change clothes. She went upstairs and started down the hall to her room, then stopped dead in her tracks in front of the open door to the master bedroom. There, on the bed, was Joyce, completely naked, sucking on a man's cock.
Lyn stared, wide-eyed, at the lewd spectacle before her. She might have been a virgin, but she wasn't naive. She had had guys rub her pussy unto she'd creamed in her panties, and she had jacked off guys unto their hot, sticky Jim had spurted onto her cloth trig or skin.
Lyn had been dating for two years, and petting almost that long. That had been an she'd done-pet. She knew there were girls younger than she was that were doing more, that were giving head, or even tucking, but she hadn't done either of those things. The truth was that she hadn't met anybody that she wanted to do those things with yet. Petting was no big deal. Sometimes you petted with a guy when it wasn't even a date. But sucking a guy's cock, or letting him get inside of you-to Lyn, those were important things, things to be done only with somebody special. She could never be like Moly Ludlow, who'd suck off any guy that asked her to.
The transfixed teenager watched as her step-mother licked lewdly at the thick cock. From the way Joyce had her eyes squeezed shut and was over the equally naked man, Lyn assumed that he was using his mouth and tongue on Joyce's pussy. Whoever it was in bed with Joyce, it wasn't Lyn's father. She had inherited her red hair from in hint, and the hair around the balls of the man under Joyce's writhing body was blond.
Joyce popped the man's cock into her mouth and slid it deeper and deeper until it had completely disappeared inside of her oval lips.
She was jiggling his balls in her hand as she sucked lewdly on his cock.
Silently, Lyn moved away from the door. I will bet, the teenager thought, I take a picture of her ride him and then Daddy divorce her. Lyn thought Joyce was cheap. Cheap, uncultured and stupid. In a lot of ways, she was a perfect match for Lyn's father, but the girl couldn't stand to have Joyce in the house that her mother hid decorated so tastefully.
Picking up her camera, Lyn tiptoed back to the master bedroom. Even with the rainy, overcast sky, there was enough natural light for her to get a good picture without a flash to distract the couple on the bed. Lyn waited until it was clearly Joyce's face, then snapped the licentious picture of her stepmother with her mouth half-full of hard cock.
Joyce picked that moment to open her eyes.
"Ohhhhhhh, shit!" she exclaimed, rolling off the man. Lyn almost dropped the camera as she saw who it was-Willie Carter, Joyce's brother!
He took in the situation at a glance and leaped from the bed. "She's got our picture!" he exclaimed to his still-dazed sister. "We got to get it back from her or she'll blow the whole trip here for you."
Lyn turned and ran, hoping she could get into her room and get the door locked. Unfortunately, Willie caught her just as she was about to slam her door shut. She kicked at his bare shins and he began to hop around on one foot. He didn't let go of her arm, though, and he swung his other hand, slapping her hard enough that her head tamed.
"Kick me again, bitch," he invited, waving his doubled-up hand in front of her. "Kick me again."
She knew better. Willie was a weasel -ape dressed in what he thought were sharp clothes but which Lyn thought were only slightly modified pimp-clothes.
'What… what are we going to do?" Joyce whined as she caught up to them.
''The first thing is to get that camera open and expose the film," Willie barked. He snatched the camera from Lyn and handed it to Joyce. "What the hell are you doing home?" he snarled at Lyn.
"I thought you liked school too much to cut."
"I didn't cut," Lyn said as Joyce opened the, camera and ripped the film out. "They couldn't turn the furnace off and they sent us all home. I thought Joyce was going to Phaily to shop and 1 was going to practice.
"It's not going to do you any good to destroy the picture," she taunted them. "I'm still going to tell Daddy" She glared at him. "And then your precious sister'll be out on her ass. She'll be lucky if Daddy gives her clothes to wear to where ever she goes."
"Well, then," Willie told her with smirk, "I guess you ought to have a good story to tell him.
Like you can tell him I did this."
Before Lyn could ask what he meant, he reached out and grabbed the front of her dress, then yanked hard. Buttons flew everywhere, but the dress opened to her waist, where it was belted.
"Christ, look at those tits," he breathed. "I've been wanting to play with them ever since I laid a eyes on you, kid do. Now I'm going to get my wish. Lyn tried to slap him, but he caught her hand before she could. "Get me something to tie her up with, he snared to Joyce. A moment later the still-naked blonde returned with a stocking.
"Yeah," Willie said. He forced Lyn's hands down to her slides, then pushed them behind her. His naked body was pressing tightly to hers as he told Joyce. "Well, don't just stand there, you idiot; tie her hands."
"Please," Lyn whimpered, "I won't ten Daddy, I swear I won't."
"Shut up," Willie snared, m a way that scared her. She started to cry then, but the evil pair ignored her. Joyce wrapped the stocking around her wrists and tied it so tightly that Lyn couldn't move her hands at an. Stepping back from her, Willie undid the belt of her dress, then ripped it open entirely.
"Tear this rag off of her," he told Joyce as he closed his rough hands over Lyn's tits, which were encased in a lacy half-bra. Harshly, he squeezed the terrified id's tits as Joyce yanked and pulled at the remnants of her dress, untie her underwear, shoes and socks were an that Lyn had on.
"Nnnnooooo!" she moaned as she felt Joyce unhooking the straps of bet bra. This couldn't be happening to her, she thought. Her stepmother's brother couldn't be about to rape her in her own bedroom. Lyn blinked her eyes. Willie didn't go away.
He lifted his hands away from her tits and pulled he bra off them, then closed his fingers over the big jugs again. "Go ahead," he told Joyce, "get her stripped."
"Willie?" Joyce whispered.
"Don't worry," he assured her, "I know what fucking I am doing." Joyce dropped to her knees behind Lyn and shoved the girl's panties down her legs, lifting each foot in turn to take the panties off. She slipped Lyn's feet out of her moccasins and stripped her socks off, leaving Lyn completely naked.
Tears veers falling down the girl's face as Willie stared at her, an evil leer on his face. "You're choice ass, Lyn," he told her. "Yes, indeed, you're going to be one luck I'm going to remember for a long time."
"Don't, please don t!" Lyn sobbed. "I never have. Never!"
"Yeah?" Willie asked, his eyebrows going up.
"That's right? I haven't busted a cherry in years. I know I'm going to remember you, baby." He reached up and squeezed one of her tits harshly as he slid his other hand between her thighs and commenced to probe her pussy.
"Willie?" Joyce questioned again.
"will you be cool," he snarled at his sister.
If the truth were known, Joyce wasn't very bright. But she was sleeked like a brick-shithouse, so she didn't need much in the way of brains.
Busty, beautiful blondes could always get by.
Particuliarfiy if they were only nineteen, which is what Joyce was. That was another reason Lyn hated her she wasn't anything more than a teenager herself.
"I just don't want you to get locked up again,"
Joyce said fearfully.
"I ain't gonna get locked up," Willie assured her.
"I'm going to keep the brat from blowing your trip here, that's what I'm going to fucking do His fingers pressed and probed in Lyn's cunt, rubbing the dry flesh, pushing into her virginal twat. He was still squeezing and mauling her tit and she was dancing on tiptoes to avoid the anger he was forcing into the tightness of her dry cunt.
"What're you going to do, Willie?" Joyce asked.
She was still on her knees beside them.
"I'm gonna give the kid such a story to tell that her old man'll be sure she's lying when he hears it.
Particufiady when you tell him another story first."
The greasy-haired man looked at Lyn and sneered. "Stuck-up bitch. Swishing around like Joyce and I ain't fit to be on the same fucking planet as you. I'm Gonna teach you a thing or two, bitch. And I'm Gonna make sure you can't do anything to queer my sister's deal here." He leaned forward and fastened his mouth on one of her plump tits, biting cruelly at the nipple.
"Nnnnmmgggghhhhh!" Lyn moaned. She could scream at the top of her lungs, she knew, without it doing any good. There was a house nearby, but three was no one living in it. The closest neighbors were a quarter of a mile away, and their house was as massive as the Holmes. With both houses shut up during the rain, no one would hear her if she screamed.
"Willie?" Joyce said plaintively.
"Now what the fuck do you want?" he snarled.
"Can… can I play with her, too?" Joyce begged, stroking the younger kid's trim haunches in a way that made Lyn shudder. She had heard of dykes, of lesbians, of bisexuals, but she had never, as far as she knew, met any. Now it appeared that she was in the hands of such a person.
The hoodlum smiled at his sister. "Sure, go ahead," he said. "But let's get her on the bed first.
Then you can get her cunt wet enough for me to fuck her."
"What're you going to do while I do that?"
Joyce asked. Lyn shuddered as she heard the safiacious curiosity in the older id's voice. Joyce on was just as penetrated as her brother, Lyn decided. on "I'm gonna get my cock sucked," Willie replied.
"Little Miss Snot-nose here is Gonna suck my cock."
"I am not!" Lyn declared emphatically:
"No?" Willie asked, twisting her tit harshly.
"That's what you think. But you just watch.
You're Gonna blow me, baby."
They forced her backward until she was against the bed, then manhandled her into it. Joyce sat between her tits and stroked Lyn's pussy as Willie retained to the hall. When he came back, he was tearing her dress apart even more.
"This is a new dress," he told Joyce. "You go out and buy another before her old man talks to her-if he talks to her. The story we tell him, he may just belt her around and not even listen."
"What are you going to ten him?" Lyn demanded apprehendvely.
"Don't you worry about that," Willie told her coldly.
He caught one of her ankles and bent her leg back over her torso, then tied a long section of her dress around the ankle. A moment later and the other end of the strip of fabric was tied to the headboard of the bed. Swiftly, Willie repeated the operation with the teenager's other leg, leaving her completely helpless.
Not only was she unable to move, she was positioned in the most obscene manner she could imagine. Her pussy was spread to the utmost, her tits were available if they wanted to play with them even her asshole was exposed to their sights Joyce squatted below her and scratched at Lyn's tender inner thighs. "If you've got any sense," she warned the young girl, you'll do like Willie tells you to. Otherwise she giggled, "he'll hurt you.
Willie knows a lot about hurting people. He can make you scream and scream and there won't be anything to show that he even touched you in ten or fifteen minutes after-he's finished." Again Joyce giggled. "1 hope you're dumb," she told the helpless girl. "I'd love to see Willie work on you.
He can make you hurt so much you start liking it."
Lyn shuddered at the words. She had no choice but to obey she was helpless, she knew that. She would have to endure whatever indigmties they performed in her, then hope that her father would believe her story in opposition to whatever lie they told him. waive retained to the bed carrying a thick belt.
"You Gonna do what we tell you," he snarled, "or do you want me to beat your ass?" He flicked the belt casualty, but the tip snapped directly against her ass hole.
"Hhhhhhiiiieeee!!" Lyn screamed as the most incredible pain she'd ever felt coursed through her. "I'll do it! I'll do what you want!" she cried. She couldn't stand it if he hit her again.
With a grin, Willie climbed onto the bed and positioned himself over her. His slippery cock waved in the air just above her tear-streaked face.
"Lick it, bitch," he ordered, catching her head and lifting it. The stream on her neck bothered her, even after he stuffed a pillow under it. "Lick my cock, I said," he snarled.
With a grimac, Lyn extended her tongue and slid it along the underside-of his cock. If that was all he wanted, it wouldn't be so bad. She didn't like licking his cock, but she didn't hate it.
It was something she could do, though, something that she could endure.
He shifted, moving a little higher in the bed.
"Lick it good," he ordered. "Lick it all, even my balls."
Lyn gulped but started to comply. Her dainty tongue slithered along the underside of his cock, swept over his balls again and again, until they were wet with her saliva. His crotch was musky-smelling but Lyn teamed to ignore the rank odor as she worked her tongue against his cock.
"Nnnnnooooo!" Lyn screamed suddenly as she felt a hot tongue slide into her gaped snatch. It had to be Joyce eating her cunt, and Lyn didn't want that. She didn't want any part of any of this, but at least with Willie, it was normal. Having Joyce eat her cunt was penertrate "Please," she whimpered, "don't!" Her plea was ignored. Joyce's tongue slithered along the hot, dry length of the bound teenager's pussy, swirling across the depths of her cuntal furrow as Joyce dug her angers into Lyn's resilient ass.
"That screaming getting on my nerves," Willie said coldly. "1 guess I better stick my cock in your mouth so you can't scream any more."
Lyn turned her to avoid that but Willie caught her chin in his hand, displaying considerable strength. He grinned cruelly at her as he reached down with his other hand and clamped her nose shut.
Lyn tried to breathe through tightly clenched teeth but she was unsuccessful. When she was forced to open her mouth to suck in air, Willie jammed his cock into her mouth and released her nose.
"Now, you suck my cock good," he ordered.
"And don't even think of biting me. That'd be the worse mistake you ever made in your life."
Something in Lyn's mind told her he was speaking the truth. She obeyed his instructions, licking and sucking at the cock that he sawed back and forth in her mouth. Joyce was licking at her pussy as if she were possessed.
Despite herself, Lyn felt her cunt growing wet with more than Joyce's saliva.
Willie fucked his cock deeper into her mouth, until she almost gagged.
"How is she, Sis?" he snickered. "She got a tasty pussy?"
Joyce answered with an obscene gurgling as she fastened her mouth on Lyn's clitoris and started sucking at it, making it swell against the girl's wishes.
The fat cock rode in and out of Lyn's mouth as Willie swung his hips to and fro, fucking into her mouth easily. Joyce sucked at the swelling clit and jammed a thumb into Lyn's dilated cunt-hole, then began trigging it. The room was filled with the sound of Willie's harsh breathing and the slurping noises of bin sister as she sucked and licked at their captive's match.
Lyn lost track of time. An there was the tongue in her cunt and the cock in her mouth and Willie's obscene comments about whit she was doing to him. Her hands ached and she was tortured by them being untie the small of her back. But there was nothing she could do about amy of it except pray for it to be over soon.
"Aaaaiihhhh!" Willie moaned, tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling her mouth farther over his cock.
Lyn felt his prick swell and pulsate, then he was jetting his hot cam into her mouth. Gob after gob of the sticky, salt-flavored jism burst into the frightened gin's mouth.
"Swallow it, you whore!" Willie rasped, caching down and squeezing one of her tits as harshly as he could. Lyn was too scared not to obey, although she thought she was going to vomit as the sticky strands of Jism down her throat.
Joyce's tongue and mouth were getting to her.
There was no way she could advent her body from reacting. The fifteen-year-old girl shuddered violently as Joyce sucked and fucked her to a climax.
Willie puked his still hard cock from Lyn's mouth and swung away from her. For a moment, the depraved man watched his sister as she licked and mouthed the captive teenager's cunt. Finally, Joyce raised her pussy juice smeared face and licked her tongue over her lips.
'-She good and juicy for me?" Willie asked Joyce.
Joyce nodded. "What about me?" she asked. "I needle cam, too."
"Go sit on her face," Willie ordered.
Noo!" Lyn screamed.
She just couldn't stand that. Lick Joyce's pussy?
She'd ether die first! Then Willie swung the belt, smashing the end artfully against Lyn's erect and throbbing clit.
"Hhhhhaaaaa!" Lyn shrieked as her body shook in pain.
"See, doll," Willie smirked, "you don't have any real choice. You can do it now, or after I beat you a little, but you're going to eat Joyce's box out.
You understand?"
He dew back the belt to strike her again and Lyn broke. "I… Ah right, I'll do it," she whimpered, her voice as filled with tears as her eyes wet. The evil brother and sister smiled at each other as Joyce walked up the bed and stood over Lyn's face. Lewdly, she bent her knees, opening her cunt.
"Look at her cunt," Willie snarled.
Lyn forced her eyes open. Joyce's cunt was just above her face. The teenager could actually see the droplets of moisture that had formed on the slick surface. Joyce reached down between her legs and spread the puffy labes obscenely apart.
"You better lick her cunt good," Willie marled as he knelt between Lyn's legs. He reached out and laced his hand down the wet surface of her pussy, then stabbed a finger into her twat.
"I could beat you, or fuck you in the ass," Willie reminded her. As he spoke, he drove the finger that had been in her twat deep into her ass hole.
"Hhhhhiliiieeeee!" Lyn screamed in agony.
Joyce squatted over her face, enveloping the teenager's nose and mouth in the wet folds of her match. She tingled her angers in Lyn's hair and pressed her face even tighter to the slippery cunt.
"Lick it. Lick my cunt," Joyce moaned.
Lyn was going to refuse, until Willie eked his fingernail along the sensitive membranes of her ass hole. "Do as she says," he warned the terrified young girl. Lyn was too seared not to obey.
"Aaaahhhh!" Joyce cried as she felt the younger girl's tongue snake its way into her cunt.
Lyn whipped her tongue around in the sloppy snatch, determined to get this degradation over with as soon as she could. All she wanted to do was get away from the evil pair that seemed bent on destroying; her nicely ordered world.
Willie grinned as he heard his sister moaning with pleasure. He pulled his finger from Lyn's ass hole, making a popping sound that embarrassed the teenager as much as anything else that they had done to her.
She wanted to scream when she felt Willie start rubbing the head of his cock up and down the length of her cuntal furrow. But her screams seemed to serve no purpose except to excite them, so she remained silent, although her flesh crawled with revulsion.
Joyce's fingernails were digging into her scalp as she hunched her cunt back and forth over Lyn's face. The crying teenager an her tongue along the cuntal furrow, hating it, but knowing that if she did not comply, what would happen to her could be worse than what was already happening.
The cock-head slithered around in the outer part of her. cunt, then rested against the dilated entrance to her twat. Lyn moaned as she sensed Willie was tormenting her even further by delaying.
There was nothing short of a miracle that could keep her from getting fucked for the first time.
And Lyn didn't believe in miracles.
With a savage thrust, Willie drove his cock halfway into the tightness of her virgin cunt.
"Hhhhhaaaaa!" Lyn screamed involuntarily as the hard cock ripped through her cherry. She could feel nothing but pain.
Lyn had, actually, been looking forward to her first fuck. But she hadn't expected it to come 'dice this. She had assumed that she wou'id give her cherry to some guy that she liked, some guy that she had been dating and making out with. She certainly hadn't expected to lose her cherry to her stepmother's brother, to be raped.
Willie jammed his cock farther into her cunt-hole. Lyn was crying harder than ever, but she didn't let her tears interfere with her licking of Joyce's cunt. She knew that the evil pair were able of anything if she didn't comply with their demands, there was no telling what they might do to her.
"Yessssss!" Joyce hissed as Lyn's tongue fluttered agianst her swollen clit. "There! There!" she moaned. Lyn kept her tongue working against the engorged clit. The sooner she satisfied Joyce, the sooner Joyce would leave her alone.
Willie was slamming his cock into her tortured twat, pulling it almost out, then driving it to the very opening of her cervix. Each time he thrust into her cunt it was a little easier, for her body was betraying her, her cunt growing wetter and wetter. Lyn knew it was a pudgy physical reaction to what had been done to her, but she still could not help but feel ashamed. She shouldn't be finding any enjoyment in the perverted things they were doing to her, yet she was.
"Suck it, suck it, suck it!" Joyce chanted.
Lyn gulped, but drew the swollen clit into her mouth. She slashed her tongue across the clit nob in trying to end the awful things that were happening to her before she came. That would be the ultimate in her degradation, to climax while they were abusing her.
As Willie raped her, he reached up and closed his hands over the generous mounds of her tits, mawling them havely. As if he knew how humiliating would be to her if she came, he ground his loins into her each time he jammed his cock into her twat. His pelvic bone rubbed against her clitoris and Lyn, to her disgust, felt her hips try to respond to the savage invasion of her cunt.
"Jesus Christ," Willie barked, "she's fucking me back! I shoulder gotten this little slut a long time ago. She tucks like it's all she's good for."
He drove his cock in and out of her steadily, plowing it to the bottom of Lyn's cunthole with n eke inward thrust of his hips. The red-headed n teenager continued to cry, but she couldn't deny what he was saying. Her hips were straining upward when he was withdrawig from her twat they were twisting and squirming around as he slid his dick back into her hole. Although it disgusted her the dry knew she was gaing a small amount of pleasure from being fucked.
She could feel her chin growing wetter and knew that Joyce had to be leaking cunt juice as a result of Lyn's sucking on her clit. The harsh, egged quality of Willie's breathing told her that he, too, was on the verge of cumming. Lyn had heard too many guys breathing the same way when she'd jerked them off not to know what it meant.
Joyce shifted, pressing her swollen twat to Lyn's mouth. "Put your tongue in my hole," the older woman moaned. "Fuck me with your tongue."
Lyn shuddered at the thought. But she eased her tongue into the clammy recesses of Joyce's cunt.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" Joyce screamed as Lyn began tongue-fucking her twat. There was something about forcing the younger girl to eat her out that was driving Joyce wilder than she had been in a long time.
Willie continued to hammer away at her snatch, slamming his cock into Lyn's hole harder and faster. She was aware of the squishy sound of her juice being forced out of her twat by his driving cock, and the sound excited her. There was no longer any doubt in the troubled teenager's mind that, no matter what happened with her and these evil two, she was not going to stop fucking.
"Hhhuuhhh! Hhhhuuuhhh! Huuuhhhhh!"
Joyce cried, hunching her snatch back and forth against Lyn's wet face.
The older teenager rubbed her swollen flit against Lyn's nose as the younger girl continued to saw her tongue in and out of the other girl's twat, unconsciously duplicating the rhythm that Willie's cock was following as it rode in and out of her own wet twat.
From the way he was digging his fingers into her resilient tits, Lyn was sure Willie was about to cam.
Joyce was surely on the verge of cumming her fluids were pouring out of her cunt m ever increasing abundant. Lyn was forced to swallow the slightly salty juice occasionally, just to keep her mouth clear. To her amazement, Joyce's pussy cream wasn't distasteful.
That was the terrible thing about the whole episode: If it weren't for the fact that she west being forced to perform the acts she was, if it weren't for the fact that she had no choice in the matter, Lyn might have found a great deal of pleasure in everything that was happening to her.
Even eating Joyce's pussy, an act that Lyn was sure she'd never again perform, wasn't as bad as she'd imagined it was going to be when she'd first been forced to sack her tongue into the older girl's snatch.
"Aaamahhhhhh!" Joyce screamed. Her n juice gushed out of her pussy, almost flooding Lyn s mouth. The tormented dry had to swallow her mouth was too full for her to do otherwise.
Lyn felt Willie's cock swell even more in her twat. Then his come was jetting into her cunt as he ground his loins against hers. He squeezed her throbbing nipples unmercifully as he rode his pelvic bone against her throbbing clit.
"Mmmmpppmfi" Lyn moaned against Joyce's soggy cunt. She was cumming herself, In hating herself for doing it but sall shuddering as hard as she ever had when some guy had rubbed her pussy anal she'd creamed.
"Shhhiiiltit!" Willie cried as he felt the hot little teenager's cunt muscles constrict around his cock. He sent gob after gob of hot jism spurting into her twat and his come started oozing out around his cock and trickling down her ass to soak his balls.
Joyce toppled away from Lyn's face and Willie collapsed over the bound teenager. "Jesus, Jesus!" he gasped as Lyn's cunt muscles continued to constrict and relax, grasping his cock and then letting go of it, only to grasp it again.
"I don't suppose you want to forget the whole thing, do you?" Willie asked, after he'd recovered and pulled away from Lyn.
She just stared at him in amazement. Did he really think she would let him and his evil sister get away with what they had done to her?
"No," he said. "I didn't think so." He rose from the bed and looked at Joyce. "Leave her tid up until I come back," he said.
It was almost an hour later before Willie retained. In one hand, he had a dress that was an exact duplicate of the dress they had torn from her body.
"Willie, what are we going to do?" Joyce asked.
She had showered and dressed and Lyn felt twice as vulnerable, sticky with their fluids and exposed entirely to their eyes as she was.
"Oh, it's simple," Willie answered. "She's Gonna go to her old man and tell him what we did to her.
You just have to get to him first and tell him that she's Gonna give him the story, that she's Gonna claim that we did everything we've done."
"What?" Joyce yelped. "Tell him what we've done to her?"
"Nawwwww," Wiilie explained. "Tell him that she's going to say that we did all these things to her. Make him think that it's all a lie she's going to tell, to try to keep him from believing the rest of what you're going to tell him "
"What's that?" Joyce demanded, gazing at her brother adoringly. If anybody could figure out how to rape and abuse a girl and get away with it, Willie could.
"Wen, you went into Philly like you said you were going to," Wince explained. "Only, you got a headache and you came home. And you found little hot-pants here fucking some guy. When you started raising hell with him for screwing a girl that's underaged, he said he didn't know how old she was but he figured if she was old enough to sell her ass, she was old enough to have it bought.
"Naturally, you didn't believe him. Even though Lyn was acting snotty, you thought he was just trying to get out of trouble. But then you found out Lyn didn't even know him, that he was just passing through the area. And you searched her room and found the money."
"what money?" Joyce asked.
Her brother reached into his pocket and pulled out a bill. "This money," he answered, tossing the roll into the air. "Old Harry might not care much for me, he might believe the worst of me, but he's not Gonna believe I threw away four hundred dollars to frame his daughter. No, he'll believe that she's runing a game on him with her story of us raping her, because she figured it'd make him not believe you when you tell him that she's a whore."
Joyce grinned. "And by telling him all of the things she's going to tell him, I make it look like she made up everything and told me she was Gonna he if I told him about what I caught her doing."
"That's right," Willie agreed. "He will believe you when he finds that I've got three people that'll swear I've been with them an day, since I got up this moming And I'm gonna can you-know-who and tell her to say you were in her shop this morning "You see, baby cakes," he said to Lyn, an evil smirk on his face. "We had you, and we got you. The least that's Gonna happen is that your old man is Gonna beat your ass. He might do more than that."
Lyn knew Willies was telling the truth. She and her father had not been getting along since the death of her mother, and the hard feelings had continued to develop after Harry's remarriage.
Her mother had been an alcoholic, driven to drink by a husband who neglected her in favor of his business or the girls he ran around with. Lyn blamed her father for hit mother's death and didn't hesitate to let him know that.
He might believe that she was selling herself. If he did, he might lock her up, put her in a hospitals He had threatened to put her mother in a hospital there was no reason why he wouldn't do it to her.
"Oh, Willie, it's perfect!" Joyce exclaimed, clapping her hands.
He nodded. "I know guys like old Harry too well," he explained. "He'll buy the story. I just wish I could be here to see what he does to this stuck-up little bitch. But," he added philosophically, "you can't have everything."
"What about Lyn?" Joyce asked.
"Oh, you locked her in her room when you went to find him to tell him the bad news," Willie explained.
He took a knife from his pocket and cut the cloth holding Lyn's feet to the bed, then rolled her onto her belly to cut the stocking that was binding her hands. Lyn was too stiff from her tormented position to do more than let her hands fall away amp;om each other. By the ame she hid regained some strength in her limbs, they had left her room and she'd heard the door locked from the outside.
Lyn was sure her father felt guilty about neglecang his first wife. That was one of the reasons why he was so attenave to Joyce. She also knew that he resented her being around, for she reminded him of her mother. lock me up in a hospital Lyn thought. I Bet me of his sight so I don't remind him of Momma, and he won't have me reminding him how much Momma worked to fix this place up. He then let Joyce fuck the place up with all of her silly ideas.
The girl rose and paced the floor. As she thought, it seemed clearer and clearer to her that there were only two things she could do. She could stay and hope that her father would believe her instead of Joyce, which she didn't think he would do. Or she could run away.
She knew that, if she did the latter, her father would think it was a sign that she had done what Joyce was going to claim, but she didn't care. At least she would be free. She wouldn't end up in a mental hospital.
And she did have a place to go. Her mother had a brother who lived in Massachusetts. Lyn had never met her uncle Wayne, because her father disliked him intensely and had forbidden her mother to have him at the house. But he and her mother had corresponded, and Lyn did have his address. She could go to him and he'd protect bet amp;rom her father. Her father wouldn't know where she was if she went to Uncle Wayne's.
She didn't know how much ame she had before her father got home, but she was sure she couldn't delay any longer. She dragged herself from the bed and slipped back into bet underwear, sheen added a sweatshirt that covered her upper torso and tits, but which left her midriff exposed. Lyn had listened to other giris talk about hitchhiking and knew that the sexier she looked, the better her
chances of get an a ride. She donned a pair of shorts, then slipped her feet into ankle boots.
Hurriedly, she dragged her old Girl Scout pack from the top of the closet and fined it with clothing At the last moment, she took ail of her mother's jewelry and stuffed it into the bee Willie and Joyce thought that locking her in the room was going to keep her there. Lyn smiled as she thought of how Joya was going to explain her disappearance. What she did was go into the bathroom and wiggle out the window, then make her way along the roof anal she was at the back of the house. There was a tree there she climbed down easily. Lyn hadn't learned the means of getang in and out that way herself a boy had climbed into her room one night on a bet. She had ъ chased him away, of course, but only after he had waved to his friends from her bedroom window while she stood beside him. Good old Timmy, she thought. He wasn't around any longer, his folks had moved. For the first ame, Lyn missed him.
Tiredly, she started waikin6 Massachuseits was a long way away.