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 The Family Secret by Perry Jones (pounder801@gmail.com)

   Continued from Chapter 4



   Chapter Five



   When they walked out of the barn, Timmy was wearing just his jeans and
Tammy Sue was strolling along, holding his hand with her robe open.  Her
tits were warmed by the sunlight that fell on them.



   Ann watched them through the back kitchen window and wondered what had
happened out there.  Had both of her brothers fucked Tammy Sue?  Would she
now have to share Reeves with that little sexpot, as she had shared her
husband without even knowing it?  She could tell that Tammy Sue had been
changed by her experience in that barn.  There was something about her that
was more brazen and yet more cold, more mature.  Ann thought that she knew
just how her little sister felt at that moment.  She had felt much the same
way after her first morning with Reeves.  It was a combination of pride and
fearlessness and cold ruthlessness.  She understood it very well and she
knew that Tammy Sue, like her sister, would never be the same again.  The
cold and brutal quality would stay with her forever.



   The older sister and the mother had fixed breakfast for the whole bunch
while the men had been in the barn with Tammy Sue.  Ann and Melba had
walked around the kitchen, fixing breakfast, while Jill held the gun on
them and sang songs that no one in her right mind would ever memorize. 
They were old songs.  Melba recognized a couple of them, and they were all
about sadness and death and destruction.  The girl smiled as she sang them
and Melba thought that that crazy smile did not fit the songs at all.  A
singer should not smile while the song talks about the death of a mother
who cried for her son in prison.



   Later, when they all sat down to eat their breakfast, Reeves reached
across the table and slapped Jill in the face.



   "Shut the fuck up," he said coldly.  "It is bad luck to sing at the
table."



   She smiled at him rather bashfully and was quiet.



   Reeves mixed his grits in with his eggs and started telling stories.  He
wanted his family to know what he and Timmy had been up to during the last
decade.



   "Don't believe what you read about us in the papers," he said.  "The
papers don't know the half of it and sometimes they claim that we have done
something that we would never think of doing.  Why, I remember reading in
the Arkansas Gazette that the terrible Garrett gang had robbed a store in
Helena, Montana, a couple of years ago.  Funny thing was we were in
Louisiana when we were supposed to have robbed that store."



   He chewed on his food and swallowed and then continued talking.  His
family listened in silence, knowing that what he said would shock them and
make them feel as crazy as he was.



   "And they did not even give us credit for killing the preacher in Fort
Worth.  The papers said that the law did not know who did that, but they
knew.  They knew it was us."



   Reeves pointed his fork at his mother.



   "You will be interested in this story.  It was about five years ago and
Timmy was thirteen years old and we were in Fort Worth when this traveling
evangelist and faith-healer came through town.  Well, I was still sort of
young and innocent at the time and I had always thought that maybe Timmy
couldn't talk because of something in his mind.  So I took him to see that
preacher late one night.  The preacher was in a trailer next to the tent
where he held his meetings and I banged on the door of that trailer until I
woke him up.  He opened the door and Tie stood there in his pajams with his
fat gut hanging over his pajama bottoms.  That man was gray.  Gray all
over, it seemed like, and he wanted to know what I wanted.  He was mad
because I had gotten him out of bed.  It was nearly two o'clock in the
morning."



   The blonde stud took a sip of coffee and continued his story.



   "I told that preacher that my brother was a mute, that he had not spoken
a word or made a sound since the day that he was born, and I told him that
I wanted my brother healed.  Well, the preacher tried to get rid of us,
tried to tell us that we should come to one of his regular services, but I
would not take that for an answer.  I has just finished robbing a guy in
Dallas and I had more than five hundred dollars on me.  I pulled out that
wad of money and I told the preacher that I would give it all to him if he
would pray for my brother and make him speak words for the first time in
his life.  Well, the preacher's eyes got real big when he saw that money.
Nothing turns on a faith-healer like green stuff.  He reached out and
pulled Timmy to him and grabbed his throat.  Timmy was scared for a moment.
He thought that that preacher was trying to choke him or something.  But
then the preacher started praying, started asking God to give that boy his
voice.  He said that this boy would preach to the heathen if he could only
speak, which was,, of course, a lie.  Timmy never had no intention of
preaching at all, but the faith-healer thought that maybe God would not
know the difference, I figure."



   Ann looked across the table at her young, dark brother.  The boy was
grinning as Reeves told the story.



   "That preacher prayed for damned near fifteen minutes.  He prayed with
his hand on Timmy's throat and his eyes pointed right up at the stars in
heaven.  And then he took his hand off Timmy's throat and he announced to
me that the boy was healed.  He told the boy to speak, to praise Jesus with
his beautiful voice.  Well, Timmy tried to speak.  He opened his mouth and
tried to make some sort of sound but nothing came out.  He was still not
healed.  The preacher stood there and looked at him and kept telling him to
praise Jesus with his voice and Timmy kept trying to say something but
nothing came out.  Finally, Timmy got so angry at the man that he whipped
out his gun and shot the sucker dead right there on the steps to the
trailer.  Timmy was a good shot even then."



   Reeves laughed and Jill laughed and Timmy made the motions of laughing
and the other members of the family just sat there.  Tammy Sue, with her
robe still open and her tits still bare at the table, looked at her brother
and thought that he had killed a preacher.  But she had fucked him anyway.
She had done it to bury Moses Turner.



   When Reeves finished the story about the preacher and the attempt at
healing, he turned to Jill.



   "Now this little girl is crazy," he said to his family, "but she drives
a car real well and she sucks cock real well too.  You should see this girl
suck a prick.  It is something to behold."



   Melba felt her face heat up with all of this talk about sucking cocks.
She knew that she was blushing.



   "Only other girl I ever knowed who sucked a cock as well," Reeves said,
"was Zit Sally Richmond.  Remember her, Timmy?"



   Timmy grinned and nodded his head.  Now that he had fucked a sister, now
that he had started his life in the same way that his brother had started
his, the mute boy was no longer ashamed when his brother talked about
fucking and sucking.  And he did remember Zit Sally Richmond.  He would
always remember that strange girl.



   "Zit Sally was pretty enough," Reeves said thoughtfully, "though you can
imagine that she did not get her name because she was a beauty contestant.
But she was pretty enough.  There was just one thing wrong with Zit Sally.
She did not have any arms."



   Ann gasped.  Reeves stopped talking for a second and grinned at her.



   "She reminded me something of you, Ann," he said.  "She had nice, big,
soft tits, but she had been in some kind of accident when she was a little
girl and both of her arms had been cut off at the shoulders.  Naturally,
she could not drive a car worth shit, and that is what this girl here,
Jill, is especially good at.  Zit Sally could not drive a car or shoot a
gun, but I kept her around for six months because she could suck cock like
nobody's business.  I mean to tell you, people, that girl had a mouth made
of soft, pure gold.  Pure fucking and sucking gold.  She used to slither
over to me on the bed just like she was a snake and she had only her mouth
to work with.  Naturally, she couldn't lift my cock up and hold it because
she did not have no hands and no arms.  But she would work her mouth under
my cock and sort of suck it into her mouth with a little pop and she would
lie there and move her whole, armless body with my cock as I started to
hard.  Pretty soon, it was like she was fixed to that cock.  She was
sucking on it and raising herself up as my cock came up and it was like she
and that cock were one creature, one armless, sucking, snake-like
creature."



   Ann was getting sick to her stomach just thinking about a girl with no
arms who sucked on her brother's cock.  She pushed her plate away and
looked down at the floor.  When she felt a hand on her face, she jerked and
looked up.  Reeves was touching her.



   "Yes, Ann," he said softly, looking into his sister's eyes, "she
reminded me a lot of you.  I guess that is one reason why I kept her around
as long as I did.  Do you know what happened to her, Ann?  Do you want me
to tell you what happened to her?"



   The young woman did not answer him, but she knew that her brother would
tell her what had happened to the girl with no arms.



   "One afternoon, some cops cornered me and Timmy in a motel room in New
Mexico and Zit Sally was with us.  While Timmy and I ran out the back way,
she ran out the front.  I looked at her run out the door before I left the
room.  She was drawing their fire and protecting me and Timmy that way. 
She always ran real funny because she didn't have any arms.  And she had
had to open the door with her teeth.  She had trained herself to do that.
Well, anyway, she ran out the front way and she was shot full of holes. 
But she kept running as long as she could as the cops blazed away at her
and hit her with more than a hundred bullets.  I read about it the next day
in the papers.  They said that the cops had not been able to identify her
and they wondered what a girl with no arms would be doing in that motel
room with a couple of killers and robbers like Timmy and me.  I guess the
cops just did not understand anything about love.  She loved me, Ann, just
like you love me, and she gave up her life for me because she knew that I
could never really love a girl who did not have any arms."



   "Don't sell Daddy any more whiskey," the blonde, crazy, skinny girl
started to sing.



   Reeves reached out and slapped.



   "Shut up," he said as he kept his eyes on his sister.  "You got arms. 
Shut up."



   Ann recognized the expression on her brother's face.  He had looked at
her the same way on that morning many years before, on that morning when he
had used his power to get her to take off her dress and come to him as he
sat naked there on the bed.  It was a cold, knowing look, a look that was
filled with masculine power.  She shivered but she could not take her eyes
away from his as he smiled at her.



   "You got arms too, Ann," he said.



   And that statement-which seemed to make no sense at all-made a great
deal of sense to Ann.  The girl knew that her brother had told that story
about the girl with no arms for good reason.  He had told the story in
order to inform his sister that a girl had died to prove her love to Reeves
Garrett.  Would she be willing to die?  That is what her brother was asking
her now.  Would she be willing to run into the bullets of the lawmen and
feel them cut through her womanly flesh, to feel the light of her brain
being snuffed out and turned into nothingness?  Somehow, Ann thought, she
would not be worthy of her brother's love unless she was willing to die to
save him from the law.



   She knew that Reeves thought that.  She knew that her brother was crazy,
and crazy men demanded a lot from their women.



   Melba and Tammy Sue sat quietly and looked at Reeves and Ann.  They
watched as the blonde outlaw reached out and touched his sister's bare arm.



   "You got really pretty arms, Ann," he said.



   What did he intend to do?  Melba had a vision: Reeves would jump from
the table and get a long knife and hack off his sister's arm so that he
could show her that he wanted her to be his lover too.



   The whole thing was sick, was crazy, but Melba could not blame anyone
else, not even Reeves.  She knew that she was the core of the family
sickness.  She was the one who had brought all of those children into the
world.  Now with her two sons and her two daughters around her, with the
family reunited, Melba thought that she was sinking into a whirlpool of
sickness and disease, the pool that she had made herself with her fat,
heavy pregnancies.  All of her children had been extensions of her disease
and her filth.  If she were gone, she thought, at least one of them might
still be saved.



   But the mother could not figure out which one would be saved.  Even
Tammy Sue seemed very accepting now that Reeves and Timmy were there.  She
had changed too.  The youthful zest had left her and Melba could already
see the first glint of cold, dead acceptance in her eyes.



   If she were gone-if she were dead-maybe Tammy Sue would again come to
life.  The mother almost burst into tears as she looked around the table at
her crazy family.



   Holding his sister's arm in his grasp, the blonde outlaw stood up.  Ann
stood up with him, and she kept her eyes on his eyes, his blue, mad,
powerful eyes.  She would do anything for him.  She knew that then.  She
would even die for him.  She would have run into a hail of bullets for her
lover, her brother.  She knew just how the girl with no arms had felt.  She
knew what had driven her out into those bullets.  She had been driven by
love, pure and simple love that she could not even understand herself.



   Standing at the table, Reeves held Ann's arm and then turned to the
crazy blonde girl who traveled with him.



   "Jill," he said, "stand up and take off your clothes."



   "Don't sell Daddy any more whiskey."



   "Shut up and get those fucking clothes off, you crazy bitch!" the outlaw
yelled.



   The singer did stand up and she started to take off her shirt.  Again,
she wished that she had tits.  All the women around this table had tits,
had nice tits, and that was why they were country singing stars, the crazy
girl thought.  Country audiences liked to hear their songs come up from big
tits.  She knew that, and she knew that she would never be a real big star
because her breasts were so small, almost non-existent.  But, perhaps, she
thought hopefully, perhaps she would be able to convince one of these great
singing stars around the table to put her on the stage anyway.  If she
could just sing with one of these stars, if she could just be introduced to
the audience by one of these accepted stars, she would then be able to make
the audience listen to her.



   She would be accepted then.



   Jill stood there for a moment with her shirt off and felt her nipples,
her little things that grew flat on her chest.



   "Sorry," she said softly.  "Sorry I don't have no tits for you folks."



   "Get your fucking clothes off," Reeves hissed.



   The girl sat down in her chair and pushed it back from the table.  She
raised one foot and took off one of her boots.  Then she raised the other
one and took off the other boot.  She slipped off her socks and let them
drop on the floor.  But she felt that she had to explain, that she had to
let them know why she did not have tits.  She did not know herself, but she
thought that she could convince them that she could sing even without tits.



   "I sure do wish I had some tits for you folks to look at," she said,
standing up and loosening her jeans, "but nature just was not kind to me in
that way.  But I can still sing pretty good even without tits.  I have a
low voice and maybe that is because I don't have nothing in the way between
my throat and my stomach.  I think maybe that my voice comes right out of
my stomach."



   She pulled the jeans off and then pushed her panties down her legs.



   "I like the old songs, don't you?  I think that they are good songs, sad
songs.  I think that they say more about life that the new songs can say."



   When she was naked, she looked right at Ann.



   "I sure do like your recording of 'Wildwood Flower.'" she said with a
bashful grin.



   Reeves raised his hand and pointed at the naked, skinny girl.



   "She got arms.  See.  She got arms.  But she ain't got no tits."



   Again, he looked at Ann.



   "You got tits and arms.  You are damned near perfect, sister dear."



   Aim glanced at the naked girl who stood on the other side of the table
and blushed when her brother complimented her.  She did not care if he was
crazy.  It made her feel good and proud of herself when Reeves said that
she was damned near perfect.  So what if he was mad?  At that moment, Ann
felt more a little mad herself, and she knew that that naked girl across
the table was so crazy that she could not even tell what reality was.  Ann
was almost certain that she herself had a hold on reality, but she did not
know how long she would be able to keep it in this company.



   The sister was still wearing that robe.  Reeves reached down and untied
the sash around her waist and opened it.



   "Take it off, Ann," he said softly, almost tenderly.



   The girl took off her robe.  She let it drop on the floor and stood
there naked, as naked as the skinny girl across the table, and she looked
at her mother and her sister and her mute brother.  All of them were
staring at her.



   Reeves walked around the table and moved his hand down Jill's thin body.



   "She ain't got tits," he said, slipping his hand down over her chest and
her stomach, "but she has got a snatch."



   When he said that he touched the little hole between the girl's legs. 
Jill spread her legs slightly and moaned a little as Reeves' finger went
into her pussy.



   "Wnen I first saw her, I did not know if she was a girl or just one of
them hippie boys with long hair.  So I made her take off her clothes.  Sure
enough, she had a snatch, a cunt, a pussy, and hole.  And it is the
sweetest little hole you ever did taste, Ann, the sweetest in the world."



   Reeves took his finger out of the girl's pussy and leaned over the table
and knocked the dishes and plates off the table with his arms.  Food fell
in the floor and in people's laps, but no one at the table seemed to mind.
They were all too intent in trying to figure out what Reeves was going to
do with these two naked girls and the kitchen table.



   "Get up here, Jill," the blonde stud said, pointing to the table, "and
don't you start none of your fucking singing either."



   The blonde girl was silent as she climbed onto the table and lay there,
among the remains of grits and eggs and coffee.



   She was sorry that Reeves had told her not to sing.  She wanted to sing
for the naked country star who had recorded "Wildwood Flower." She wanted
to let that woman know just how good her voice was.  But she had to do what
Reeves told her to do.  Jill was almost sure that Reeves would be able to
get her into the Grand Ole Opry.  She knew that Reeves had power and he
would lead her in the right direction and that direction would lead her
right to the stage with the bright lights shining and her little, purple
cowgirl outfit making people in the crowd swoon with delight.



   Reeves looked into Ann's eyes again and he knew that he could get his
sister to do it.  He knew that she had no power of her own.  He grinned and
he spoke to her softly, like a lover.



   "Jill has got a real sweet snatch, Ann.  You taste it and see if I ain't
telling you the God's honest truth."



   Melba gasped when he suggested it and she felt her heart almost stop
when she saw her older daughter move around the table, heading toward the
area between the crazy girl's spread legs.



   Ann was going to do it!



   She was going to go down on that girl!



   Melba could not believe that her daughter would ever do that, in front
of everyone.  But she knew that Reeves had power over Ann, power that no
person could ever define.  And she knew that she would have done it too, if
Reeves had ordered her to eat that pussy.  She knew that her son had a
similar strange power over her, just as he had power over her daughter.



   The crazy girl spread her legs wide as Ann crawled onto the table, among
the spots of food, and peered down on the light-colored pussy hair between
the blonde's legs.  She smelled the aroma that came up to her from that
spot.  She lowered her face even more and took a deep breath and took in
"even more of that aroma, that smell that seemed to come from the deepest,
darkest sea in the world.



   Ann looked up at her brother and Reeves nodded his head.  He did not
have to give the young woman an order.  He knew that she was his sister and
she would do anything that he wanted her to do without protest.



   As the family looked on, the big-titted, young widow moved her face into
the snatch of the crazy girl.



   "I got arms!" Jill cried out as she felt the woman's face and lips on
her pussy.  And, as if to prove her point, she lifted her arms high and
aimed them toward the ceiling.



   "I got fucking arms!"



   And Ann had arms too.  She curled those arms around the girl's skinny
legs and pulled them even further apart.  For her brother, for Reeves, she
would have broken that girl in two like a wishbone.  But she did not have
to break the girl in two.  Jill gave in easily to Ann's arms and the sister
ran her tongue around the damp, salty pussy lips of the crazy girl.



   Jill reached down and put her fingers on her cunt and spread her pink
pussy lips wide to help the widow out.  Ann's tongue went in between those
lips and she tasted the deep sweetness of the girl.



   Reeves was right, Ann thought.  The girl was sweet, and she was very
tender too.  Her flesh seemed to respond to every move that Ann made with
her tongue and the girl started to moan.



   Her whole family was watching her, the sister thought, but that did not
matter.  What did matter was that her brother was watching, the brother who
had fucked her so many years before, the brother who would fuck her again
in just a few hours.  Ann was certain of that.  She knew that Reeves had
come back for her-especially for her.



   She glanced up at the blonde young man who stood at the head of the
table, the man of the family.  She knew that she was doing things just as
he willed her to do them.  And then she moved her tongue into the girl more
deeply.



   The country star's tongue was so hard and so soft at the same time that
Jill did not know how to feel or what to do.  She just knew that this
tongue was the tongue that formed words sung on the stage, under the
lights. This was the tongue that had made "Wildwood Flower" a hit and this
tongue would give her stardom too.  Jill moaned as the tongue moved deep
into her cunt and tried to make her moan sound like a song.  She wanted to
impress this country star with her singing ability.  She wanted this star
to know that she loved the old songs, just as she loved the way that that
tongue felt in her hot, wet pussey.



   The sweetness of the cunt seemed to explode in Ann's head, and, finally,
she could take no more of the sweetness.  She had never eaten a pussy
before.  She had never even considered it.  But she knew now that the
sweetness was almost too much to bear and she wondered if her own pussy was
just as sweet.  If it was that sweet, she thought, she wondered how her
husband and those other men who had eaten her could stand to have that much
sweetness on their tongues.



   Ann pulled her tongue out of the hole and looked down at the clit, the
throbbing, quivering piece of meat that hung there on the skinny girl's
body.  She knew that she had liked it when Moses had sucked on her clit. 
She knew that he had often sucked her to orgasm.  This girl would be no
different, Ann thought.  She was crazy, but she was still female and
females were much the same the world over.



   The sister lowered her mouth to the clit and sucked the meat into her as
the blonde, crazy, skinny girl twisted and turned in the food that had been
spilled on the table.  She lifted her food-stained arms and put her hands
on Ann's head and rubbed the young widow's dark hair to let her know that
she was enjoying this.



   Her clit felt like it was about to explode with a passionate fury.  Her
clit felt so tender and so wild at that moment.  She moaned again, tried to
moan "Wildwood Flower." But the song got lost in the heated passion that
filled her head and her body at that moment.



   The skinny girl raised her legs and lay them over Ann's shoulders and
pressed down hard on the young widow as she lifted her pussy high and tried
to force the girl to chew on all of her private parts.  She started to fuck
Ann's face as if a cock were growing out of that pretty face, a cock that
was embedded in her pussy.  Ann held on and sucked on the clit and knew
that the crazy girl would be coming very soon, very soon indeed.



   And then the girl came.  She groaned and thrashed about on the table and
came with a grand and glorious orgasm, the kind that only a star could
have. She cried out with her coming.



   "Don't sell Daddy any more whiskey!"



   And she tensed her body as Ann held onto her and sucked all of the
juices out of her clit.



   When the orgasm was over, Ann looked up at her brother.  Her head felt
empty, but she knew that her face was covered with the juices that had
flowed from the crazy blonde's pussy.



   "There," she said softly, "I did it.  Will you fuck me now?"



   She heard her mother gasp when she asked her brother that question.  But
she noticed that Tammy Sue did not react to the question at all.  She
glanced at the little blonde.  She knew that her sister had the same idea.
She wanted to fuck her blonde, stud brother too, but Ann did not want her
to do that for she did not want to share her brother with any woman, not
even her little sister.  She had a right to him, she thought, a terrible
right because she had fucked him first.  She had been his first woman, and
that made her more important than even the girl with no arms.  She felt her
importance grow when she saw her brother smile at her.



   "Not right now, Ann," he said softly, "but I will fuck you very soon."



   "Make it soon," she said and she felt her own pussy quiver with delight
as she felt the expectation of the fucking in her spirit.



   .  Ann moved off the table and walked naked into the living room.  From
there, she walked into her bedroom.  She lay down on the bed and she
thought that the last time she had been in this bed, her husband had been
here with her, fucking her and sucking her clit just as she had just sucked
that crazy blonde's clit.



   But that memory quickly died in the tired woman's body and she thought
about another time in this bedroom, a time that was much more important to
her, the time that her brother had fucked her for the last time.



   It had been in the early morning, before sun-up, and Ann had just gone
to bed.  The house had been filled for most of the night because of the
tragedy.  Her father had been found dead the night before in the woods back
behind the field.  He had been shot in the head and everyone assumed that
some hunter had killed him by mistake and had run when he found out that he
had shot another man.  No one had ever found her father's murderer, but Ann
somehow knew that that murderer was somewhere in Alma and, as she lay in
the bed that night, she knew that she would see that murderer many times
during her life.  She knew that she would search every man's face to see if
she could see that sign of guilt in him, but she would never know for sure.
She would never know who had killed J.  D.  Garrett.



   Before sun-up, when the house was finally quiet, Reeves had come into
her bedroom and had stood by the door in his undershorts.  He had looked
down on her with sadness in his eyes, but she saw something else too when
she looked at him as he stood there in the moonlight that shined in through
the window.  She saw the hard bulge in his shorts and she knew that he had
come for something special.  He had come to her with the intention of
fucking her again.



   They had not fucked since that first time a few months before.  Reeves
had never seemed to be interested in fucking her after he had her that
first time.  But Ann had been interested, so interested that she had
considered at times walking up to him and asking what was wrong, why he had
not come to her in the night as he was doing right now.  She would gladly
have fucked him anytime that he wanted to do it.



   But she had not approached him and they had remained apart until that
night, that special night, the night that seemed all wrong to Ann because
they were supposedly mourning her father.  She tried to say something, to
tell him that this was not the right time, but the words would not come
from her mouth.  She knew in her heart that any time was the right time if
her brother willed her to fuck him.



   Reeves stood at the door and looked down at the floor.



   "I am leaving tonight, Ann," he said softly, sadly.



   "What?"



   The girl sat up on the bed and looked at her handsome, young brother.



   "I am leaving tonight and I am taking Timmy with me."



   "But Timmy is only eight years old," the girl said.  She stared at her
brother, trying to figure out why he was making such plans, why he wanted
to leave, but, when he explained himself, his explanation did not make
sense to her.



   "This is no place for a male," he muttered.  "Mother would not allow
it."



   "What?"



   Then Reeves looked up and tried to grin at her, but the grin would not
come.  He was too depressed, too filled with gloom to grin.



   "I want to fuck you one last time before I leave," he said.



   Again, the girl tried to tell her brother that this was not the time,
that she was mourning the death of her father and that he should be doing
the same thing, but, when she looked at her brother, the boy who stood
there and showed her the bulge in his trousers, she knew that she could not
resist him.



   "All right," Ann heard herself say.



   She moved on the bed and pulled off her nightgown and sat there naked.
She waited for her brother to approach her and take what was his.  She had
already decided that a special part of her belonged to Reeves and only to
Reeves.



   But he did not move right away.  He just looked at her, stared at her.
She moved on the bed, raised up on her knees and tried to hold her breasts
out.  She wanted to look just as sexy as she could for Reeves.  She wanted
to excite him so much that he would fuck her with relish.  That way, Ann
thought, they would both be able to forget their sorrow for a while.



   Reeves stepped out of his shorts and his young, clean cock sprang up and
pointed at Ann.  She knew that he was looking and acting more like a man
every day and she knew that he was a man.  He was a man because she had mad
him a man with that first fucking that she had given him.  Then, it had
been her idea.  But now Reeves seemed to have all the control, even from
the start.  She had no will of her own when it came to fucking and she knew
in her spirit that she would never have any will of her own any longer.



   Then her brother hissed at her.



   "Fucking bitch, fucking woman."



   And he dashed toward her and raised his hands over his head and curled
them into fits.  He hit her shoulders and drove her down onto the bed as if
she were something that he was driving into the ground.  She lay there and
wanted to cry out but she knew that she could not do that.  She did not
want to rouse her mother or anyone else in the house.  She would not have
been able to explain why she and her brother were naked in her bedroom.



   So Ann just took his blows on her body and felt the tears come to her
eyes and waited for the pain to be over, the harsh pain that he gave her
with his beating.  She did not hate Reeves for striking her.  For some
reason, some reason that she could not understand, she realized that she
deserved this beating because she was female, as her mother and her sister
were female.  For some reason, Reeves seemed to think that the females in
the family had hurt him, that they were trying to do away with the males.
She could not understand his reasoning, but she sensed some sort of truth,
higher truth in the blows that he was giving to her.



   Then Reeves suddenly stopped beating her and she looked up through her
tears to see her brother move on the bed, move around on the bed until he
was positioned between her outstretched legs with his boyish cock, his good
and noble and proud male cock, pointed at her pussy.



   Reeves lifted her battered body up and drove his cock into her like a
ram, a pole.  He fucked her as if he were trying to knock something down
inside her, as if he were trying to fuck all of her insides out.



   But, now, as she remembered it, Ann thought that that had been fun.  She
had felt as her brother fucked her in that way that that was the kind of
fucking that she deserved, crazy fucking, the fucking of a lost soul, hard
and brutal and without tenderness, because her brother was a man and he had
been hurt by the women in the family.



   Even now, ten years later, lying on her bed and thinking about what her
brother had just made her do, Ann thought that she deserved it.  She
deserved everything that her brother forced on her, because he knew best
what demons populated her feminine flesh.  He knew best what she needed to
feel, to have passion.



   But she still wondered why he had left the house on that night ten years
ago, why he had suddenly hated women, the women of his family, more than
anything else.  He had taken Timmy with him and they left in the .middle of
the night.  They did not even stay for their father's funeral.



   It was just as well, Ann thought now.  They did not open the casket at
the funeral.  Her father had been shot in the face.







   To Be Continued











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