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

   Continued from Chapter 6: Please read all previous chapters or this will
make no sense to you.  Thanks for reading.



   Chapter Seven



   Ann was sitting alone on the living room couch when she heard her mother
call out when she heard her mother beg her son to fuck her to death.  The
sister shivered when she heard those words, for she knew that that meant
that nothing could stop Reeves now nothing could destroy his control over
this house.



   Tim, sitting in the kitchen, heard the words too and he could see Ann
bow her head when she heard the words.  He grinned.  He wondered what this
sister was like.



   In the past few hours, Timmy had gone through a wonderful change, and it
had all started when he had fucked his first sister.  He understood why
Reeves had such a god-like presence now.  He understood that it all came
from sister-fucking, that special fucking that not many men can experience
in their lives.



   Now that Timmy had experienced one sister, he wanted the other one.  He
wanted to try out this older sister, this new, young widow.  He remembered
that this sister had been the one who had given the godliness to Reeves. 
Perhaps, he thought, there was something very special about her.



   The mute boy stood up and walked into the living room and looked at his
sister.  Ann was still wearing her robe, and she looked very sexy sitting
there.  She looked up at him and he could see the tears in her eyes.  Then
she spoke to him with a soft and tender voice.



   "You are not stupid, Timmy," she said.  "People think that, just because
you cannot speak, you are stupid.  I know that you are very smart."



   Timmy grinned and wished that he had had his pistol with him.  Reeves
had taken the pistol into his mother's bedroom, and Timmy now yearned to
have the gun in his hand.  He wanted to take his older sister outside and
show her what a good shot he was.  That would make her admire him even
more, he thought.



   The mute boy raised his hand and pressed his finger back as if he were
shooting Ann.  She jumped when he did that, and he laughed his silent
laugh.



   Then he walked to the couch and sat down next to her.



   "I know that you are very smart, Timmy," she said as her little,
dark-haired brother moved close to her on that couch.



   He wanted to agree with her, but he could not speak.  For the first time
in a long time, Timmy regretted his muteness.  He wanted to speak to his
sister.  He wanted to do more than just shoot her.  In fact, he thought, he
did not want to shoot her at all.



   All morning long, he had been thinking that he wanted to take Tammy Sue
with him when he and Reeves and Jill left this house.  But now he was not
so sure.  He sensed that Ann had something that Tammy Sue did not have, and
he remembered that she had been the one who had given something special to
Reeves and made him what he was today.



   Now, he wanted to take Ann-not Tammy Sue-with him when he left.



   But he could not base his judgment on nothing, he thought.  He had
fucked his little sister.  He would have to fuck his older sister too and
then decide which one he wanted to take with him.



   He was certain that Reeves would let him have either one of them-either
one that he desired.  His brother would not refuse him something so
elemental as a sister to fuck.



   Timmy reached out and opened his older sister's robes and looked at
those big tits.  She did not try to fight him.  Ann knew that it would be
no use.  Timmy had arrived with Reeves, had traveled with Reeves for a
deacde, she thought, and she was certain that her dark-haired, mute
brother, too, had the power over women that Reeves had.



   Timmy handed those tits and then moved even closer to his sister and put
his mouth on her neck and tasted her sweet dampness there.  She sat on the
couch like a statue, still and accepting, knowing that she could not resist
him.



   The mute boy put his hand on the side of her face and turned her head
and kissed her slightly opened lips.  Again, the sister gave into him.  She
opened her mouth wide and let her dark-haired brother take her in his arms
and hold her tight against his own body.



   Timmy was beside himself as he kissed her.  Never before had he so
wanted to speak.  He wanted to tell his sister that if she fucked him well,
she would be the one who would be honored, who would get to leave with him
and Reeves and Jill.  He wanted her to know what was at stake for her with
this fucking.  But he could not tell her.  So he just kissed her with
passion and all the power that he could muster in his young, male body.



   As her younger brother kissed her, the sister moved her hands over the
cord that held her robe closed and loosened it and let the robe fall open.
Her brother moved his hands inside that robe and felt her firm, strong body
and her soft skin.  He held her body as she heaved with desire.  He ran his
fingers between her legs and felt her warm, wet place.  He felt also that
coarse, heavy, black hair that grew there.  This girl did seem to have more
power than the blonde girl, the younger one.  As he continued to touch her,
Timmy began to make up his mind that this girl would be the one who would
go with him and Reeves to new adventures in new places.



   Timmy pushed the robe back from Ann's shoulders and the girl let it
fall. She worked her arms out of the sleeves as her mute brother continued
to kiss her face and throat and run his hands over her body.  His touches
made her feverish.  Why not?  That was the question that she continued to
ask herself.  She had let



   Reeves fuck her and she had eaten out that crazy, blonde girl.  It
seemed only right to fuck her other brother too, the other member of the
outlaw band.



   Ann began to move back on the couch and lay down there as Timmy moved
with her.  When the young woman was lying on her back, her little brother
moved his lips down to her breasts and kissed both of them before he
quickly picked out one nipple and moved his lips close to it to suck on
that pink swirl.



   The mute boy ran his tongue around the nipple slowly, wetting it and
making his sister shiver with passion.  Then he clamped his mouth on the
tit and started to suck with an easy lust.



   He was still fully dressed, and Ann thought that that was rather kinky,
since she, his sister, lay naked there on the couch.  She ran his fingers
through Timmy's dark hair as he sucked on her nipple and she purred to him,
letting him know that she was surrendering her will to him as she had
surrendered her will to Reeves.



   "Good, Timmy," she said softly, "very good."



   Just as she said that, the door to her mother's bedroom opened and her
naked brother her other brother-walked into the living room.  He stood at
that door for a moment before he finally shut the door behind him, and he
kept his eyes on the action that was taking place on the couch as he did
that.



   "Yes," he finally said, "that is very good, Timmy."



   The mute boy jerked his head up and looked at Reeves.  He could see that
his brother's cock was already half-erect again, growing again, even though
the blonde stud had just finished fucking his own mother.  Timmy "knew that
Reeves could fuck three or four or even live times a day without letting
up, without tiring out.



   A few hours earlier, he would have grinned and laughed as his brother's
compliment, as Reeves' admonition that he was very good, but now Timmy felt
anger directed at his brother.  Why couldn't Reeves leave him alone with at
least one sister?  The blonde bandit always seemed to want to be in on
stuff, even if he was just going to watch.  Timmy suddenly did not like
that.  He had not barged in to watch Reeves with their mother.  He had
respected his brother's privacy.  But Reeves still treated him as if he
were a little boy.



   The mute boy lay there on his sister's naked body and shook with anger.
He wanted to say something to Reeves, to tell his brother that he was busy
with Ann so that he would be able to make his decision as to which sister
to take with him when they all left the house.  He wanted to tell his
brother to get lost for a little while.  But he could not speak.  He could
not make a sound.



   If only he could snarl at his brother, the mute thought, he would be
able to show Reeves that he did not want him here at this time.  But
nothing came out of his throat.  Nothing had ever come out.



   Then Timmy decided that the only way that he would be able to defeat his
brother would be to get this fucking started as soon as possible.  He
quickly moved his finger into Ann's twat and began to move his finger
around in there.  She winced.



   "Not so hard, Timmy," she said.



   "Be gentle with her, Timmy," his brother warned him.



   And that made him hate Reeves "all the more.



   Timmy slipped his finger out of his sister's cunt and started to take
off his own clothes.  He tore his shirt open in his zeal and his need to
get undressed in a hurry.



   "Don't rush it, Timmy," the blonde brother said.



   More words of wisdom from the great stud.  The mute frowned at his
brother.  He hated Reeves more at that moment than he had ever hated him
before.  For so many years, he had worshipped his brother and protected him
and shot people for him, and now Reeves would not leave him alone for a few
minutes to fuck a sister.



   Timmy took off his shirt and stood up and loosened his trousers and
pushed them down.  He looked down.  His cock was not even hard.  He was
sure that it had been hard before, when he had aimed his finger at Ann and
made the young woman jump.  His brother had ruined his erection, he
thought. He looked up at Reeves and frowned again, trying to let his blonde
brother know that he hated him.



   And then Timmy wondered where his pistol was.  Reeves had carried it
into his mother's bedroom but he did not have it with him now.  That made
Timmy even more angry.  Reeves had, no doubt, left the pistol lying in
there in that bedroom where anyone could touch it.  It was Timmy's pistol
and he felt that his brother had broken some sort of sacred trust by not
bringing that gun back and giving it back it his mute comrade.



   Timmy tried to snarl, tried to do something that would show his brother
that he was angry with him, but Reeves just stood there by the door and
grinned like some kind of fool.



   He thought that Timmy was mad because he did not have an erection, a
stiff cock with which he could fuck his sister.



   "Don't worry, Timmy," the brother said.



   "Let Ann suck on it for a few seconds and it will get big and hard, just
like mine gets when she sucks on it."



   Timmy did not like that.  He did not want to be just like his brother
any longer.  His brother was a fool who would not leave him alone, who left
Timmy's pistol lying around where anyone could touch.  the damned thing. 
The mute boy pulled up his trousers and fastened them and came toward his
brother.  He pushed Reeves aside and opened the door to his mother's
bedroom.



   He went in and he was shocked by what he saw.



   His mother was sitting naked on the bed, holding the pistol, Timmy's
pistol, with the barrel aimed at her head.  She was trying to work up the
courage to do it herself, to save Reeves the trouble and the thrill of
killing her.



   She looked up when she saw her younger son standing there, scowling at
her.



   "Timmy," she said.



   The dark-haired boy reached out and jerked the pistol out of her hands
and held it close to his thin, boyish chest.  He held it like a mother
would hold a baby, Melba thought, like she had once held him.



   Suddenly, Melba felt very sorry for her mute son.  She had ignored him
for several hours because Reeves had been the most important person in the
house to her.  Now she did not want to ignore him any longer.  She felt a
new guilt come to her because she had once considered this mute boy to be
some sort of curse that God had put upon her head.  She did not like
thinking about Timmy because he reminded her of the other baby, the baby
that she never had, the baby that she had aborted because she was afraid
that that child would turn out even worse than her mute son.



   "I am sorry," she said softly, looking into Timmy's dark eyes.  "I am
sorry that I never treated you like I should."



   Timmy just stood there and stared at her.



   Then Melba thought of a way that she could repay her son for all of
those years that she had avoided his dark and silent gaze.  She had done it
for Reeves, she thought.  She owed it to Timmy too, if he wanted it.  She
lay back on the bed and spread her legs and grinned at him.



   "Do you want to fuck me, Timmy?" she asked.



   The mute boy began to shake.



   "It is all right," Melba tried to reassure her son.  "Your brother
fucked me and I enjoyed it.  I will admit it.  I enjoyed it a great deal.
If you want to fuck me too, I am sure that I will enjoy your cock in my
pussy."



   Timmy opened his mouth and tried to make some sound, to show his anger
and his disgust in some way.  But he could not do it.  So he just turned
and opened the bedroom door and walked out.



   And looked at Reeves and Ann.



   His blonde brother had taken his place again.



   Reeves was standing next to the couch, his naked, muscled body arched
and his hands on his buttocks as Ann, his sister, Timmy's sister, sucked on
his cock.  The mute boy watched them for a moment, watched as Ann moved her
face close to Reeves' body.  She was taking all of his cock into her mouth
and down her throat and she looked as if her mouth was being stuffed by her
brother's manly meat.  She moved back and forth on the cock with a relish
and she took her mouth off the cock from time to time to kiss the head of
the prick and stick out her tongue and lick the pink tip of the organ.



   Ann lifted the rod with her hand and ran her quick, feminine tongue down
the underside of the shaft.  She licked the balls and found them tasty and
smooth and filled with gism.  When she heard her blonde brother moan, she
moved her mouth back to the tip of the cock and opened her lips a bit.  She
kept her face about an inch from her brother's body as she moved the skin
of the rod back and forth and listen to Reeves moan and growl with ecstasy.



   Reeves and Timmy and Ann all knew that the blonde brother would be
coming soon.  And they all knew that Ann would accept his goo as it sprang
from the tip of his prick and covered her face and mouth.



   Timmy held the pistol next to his thin chest and watched with a strange
sense of admiration for his brother-strange because it was mixed with
terrible anger, a cold anger at the blonde, muscled youth who had taken his
place with Ann.



   The buttocks of the blonde outlaw tensed and he aimed his loins at his
sister's face as she played with his cock and then he came.



   In Timmy's mind, the semen seemed to spring out in slow motion, like
white threads of fine fabric in the hot air of the room.  The threads fell
on Ann's face as she continued to move the skin of the prick back and forth
and continued to keep her mouth open.  She accepted the threads, the
terrible white threads that bound her to her brother, Timmy thought.  They
bound her to Reeves, not to him, and they kept coming out.  They landed on
Ann's cheeks and chin and on her lips and in her hair and she milked the
cock for all of the threads that her brother had in him.



   When Reeves was empty, when the threads finally stopped coming, Timmy
saw his older sister run her tongue over her lips and taste the gism that
was there.



   Then Ann turned her face to Timmy and she smiled.



   Reeves turned to his mute brother and smiled too, smiled even as Ann
still held his cock, smiled with a certain sense of triumph in his
expression.



   "See, Timmy?" he said.  "That is the way that she-likes it."



   Reeves looked down at his naked sister.



   "Isn't that the way that you like it, Ann?"



   "Yes, Reeves," she murmured, looking up at her stud brother as if she
worshipped him with all of her heart, "that is just the way that I like it.
I like everything that you do for me."



   The dark-haired, mute brother was infuriated by her admission and by
Reeves' smug look of conquest.  He knew that Reeves was not only showing
that he had control over the girl.  He was also showing that he had control
over Timmy too.  The mute hated the young man who had raised him.



   Reeves turned to smile at Timmy again and that smile, that terrible,
stud smile on his brother's lips, made all the difference to the boy.  It
told him that he would always be second-best, as long as Reeves lived.



   Timmy pulled the gun away from his chest and raised it and aimed it
carefully.  Reeves continued to smile, even as Timmy pointed the gun at
him. The shot had a hollow sound in Timmy's ears.



   Ann jerked her hand away from Reeves' cock as the blonde stud fell
backwards.  Timmy had aimed true.  There was a dark hole between the
brother's eyes, and a little bit of blood began to fill that hole, as if it
were rushing to fill a vacuum.



   Reeves fell back and back until he was forced against the wall and then
he slid down that wall and sat there on the floor, like a shocked little
boy.  His eyes were wide open and his mouth gaped.  But no breath came from
his body.  Timmy had killed him just as he had' killed so many others
before.



   Soon the room was filled with females.  Jill came running from the back
of the house and Tammy Sue came from the back yard and Melba opened the
door to her bedroom and stood there and sighed and leaned against the door
when she saw her son, her favorite stud son, sitting so shocked against the
wall with the blood running down between his wide, blue eyes.



   And Timmy was shocked too, shocked by what he had done.  He dropped his
arm to his side and held onto the smoking gun and tried again to speak to
Reeves, to tell his brother that he was sorry.  But, as usual, as always,
no sound came from the boy's throat.



   There was a silence in the room for a few seconds and then all of the
females opened up with terrible wails, wails that sounded like some
terrible chant, some heart-rending music that came from hell itself.



   Timmy could not stand it.  He could make no sound, could not join in the
wail and he could not stand being there and listening to the women cry out
for the dead brother.  When the naked Ann moved from the couch and threw
herself on her brother's dead body, Timmy knew that he had lost her for
sure.



   He turned to Tammy Sue, his second sister, his second choice for a
comrade in crime.  She was wailing too.  She lifted her face to the ceiling
and cried out with a strange, chanting language of grief.



   Even Jill, the crazy girl, cried out.



   But, as he looked, at the weeping Jill, Timmy knew that he needed her,
just as his brother had needed her before him.  He reached for her and
grabbed her hand and started to drag her toward the door.  They would
leave, the mute decided.  He did not want to stay there any longer.



   But his mother was grabbing at him.



   "Reeves promised," Melba moaned.  "He promised to kill me, to blow my
head off.  You will have to do it now, Timmy.  Before you leave me forever,
kill me."



   The dark boy looked at his naked mother as she fell to her knees at his
side and held the hand that still held the pistol in it.  She was begging
for death, for some final show of love from the son that she had avoided
all of these years.



   But he would not kill her.  Reeves had promised to do it, but Timmy
would not do it for his dead brother.  He was not at all like Reeves.



   The mute boy shook his head and jerked his hand and the pistol from his
mother's grasp and pulled Jill with him as they headed for the door.



   Outside, he ran down the front steps and toward the back of the house.
Jill began to sing her silly song as they ran for the car that they had
left in the back of the house.



   "Brighten the corner where you are."



   Timmy remembered the times that Reeves had hit the skinny girl and had
told her to shut the fuck up.



   He wanted to do the same tiling, to take his brother's place, but he
could not.



   Certainly, he thought as he ran down the path with Jill following him
and singing, he could hit her, but he could not tell her to shut up.  No
words would come to him.  They had never come and they never would.



   When they got into the car, Jill climbed in behind the steering wheel
and looked at Timmy.  She wanted to know where they were going, where she
should head as she drove the car at break-neck speed.



   Timmy could not answer her.  He just shrugged his thin shoulders.



   Jill started the motor and pulled out of the field and drove down the
road.  She drove very fast, but she did not know where' she was going. 
Neither did Timmy, and, even if he had known, he would not have been able
to tell her.



   As she drove, she sang.



   "Hide it under a bushel, no.  I'm gonna let it shine.  Hide it under a
bushel, no, I'm gonna let it shine.  Let it shine.  Let is shine.  Let it
shine."



   Timmy listened to her song and held the gun against his chest and missed
his stud brother already.







   The End











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