Author: Siscentis Title: In Too Deep Part: 3 Summary: April finally comes clean to her little brother about the trouble she's in. But is Dwayne up to his part in her desperate plan? Keywords: inc, mf, cons Copyright by the Author, 2015 Find more of my stories at www.asstr.org/~Siscentis ------------------------------------ We were half way home, well away from the movie theatre, when I pulled the truck into a gas station, shutting off the engine. She knew we didn't need gas. "Why are we stopping?" I took a deep breath. "April, what's going on?" "What? Nothing. Let's go." My chin felt sticky from the partly dry medley of juices on it. I could still taste my sister's pussy on my lips. Something was going on, and I couldn't imagine how this ridiculous night had made anything better for anyone. If this kept up, it was going to come crashing down on both of us. As much as I wanted to help my sister, all I saw were actions that could ruin us. Without some sort of real explanation, I saw no other choice but to put a stop to my involvement, for her sake as much as my own. I ignored her deflection and continued to wait. She sighed, apparently realizing her old story wasn't going to cut it anymore with me. "Look, I...I can't tell you." "Can't or won't?" I spat out, frustrated. "It's better if you're not involved in this." "Not involved?" I said, voice cracking. I wanted to follow it up with "April, I just ate out your pussy!" but couldn't get the words out. "I'm sorry. I know it's hard to trust me." I stared out the window blankly. I didn't see another move. I couldn't force her to tell me. The only thing I saw left to do was walk away. "Okay," I said, defeated, and lifted my hand to the ignition. "It's Shannon's brother," April spurt out. "What?" "His name is Percy Hughes." She looked away, not wanting to meet my gaze, and took a deep breath. "You know a year and a half ago, I got busted at Target. The police sent it up to the DA, and they and Target eventually decided not to press charges." She paused a moment. If she was bringing up that, she was being more serious that I'd ever seen her. She continued. "Well, Percy is Shannon's brother, but he's, like, ten years older or something. He went to law school but hasn't passed the bar or something, and is working as a legal aide or something at the DA's office. He must have found out about me there. "So one day, about a year ago, he calls me up out of the blue and asks me over to his house, or his parent's house, really. But anyway, even though I didn't know him he invites me over, and being stupid I accepted. I guess I thought he'd seen me at his sister's school or something, I don't know. I didn't know how he knew me or that he was in the DA office then. I was just flattered by his interest or something, I don't know. It seems so stupid now. "So I get to his parent's house, which you saw, it's huge, but then we don't do anything there. He shows me around, we talk a bit, and then he leaves me in, like, the library, and goes to talk to someone else. I'm just in there, all alone, wondering why the hell I'd come, and in there with a bunch of boring stuff, just like sitting on one shelf by itself, is this little statue figure. I look at it, and it's little, but, like, solid gold or something. So, of course, I put it in my pocket. After a minute, he comes back, we talk a little more and then he shows me out, just like that, and I leave, not sure why he'd wanted me there at all. Not really sure what else to do with it, I just keep the gold figure in my room. "Like a week later, he calls me up, sounding real serious, and says he needs to talk to me. I told him to fuck off and hung up, not taking his calls after that, 'cause he's had a weird vibe the first time. Then, one day, I come out of school, and he's, like, standing in the parking lot next to my car. Says we need to talk and shows me this picture. He'd somehow managed to take a photo of me taking the figure. "He says the figure is real valuable, some rare piece worth thousands, so I'm pretty freaked out. Then he says he's not going to turn me in, but that I have to do some things for him. " "So he set you up?" I asked. "Yeah, pretty much. So a few days later, phone rings again, and he says all I have to do is come over and party with him." As April spoke, disdain dripped from every word. "You mean..." I started. "Yeah, he expected me to have sex with him. Of course, I told him to fuck off again. After that, he started threatening to turn me in if I didn't go along with him, would call me up and kept insisting I come over to party with him or his friends, would tell me over the phone what he wanted me to do, real explicit, and offer me drugs." "Jesus. Couldn't you just, like, take the figure back?" She gave an angry sigh. "After the first few threats, I tried to. I drove to his house and threw the thing in his face, told him to leave me the fuck alone, wouldn't take his calls. He tracked me down again, told me it didn't change anything. He still had the photos and could just throw the figure away anytime he wanted and still get me busted. The bastard." "And he's been doing this for a year?" "Pretty much. For a while I thought he was just bluffing about it, but then he gave me a deadline. Said he'd wait until my eighteenth birthday, and if I didn't go along with it by then, he'd turn me in and claim it had just happened so it wouldn't just be a juvie thing. "I didn't know what to do, Dwayne. If I get convicted for major larceny, what the hell am I going to do with my life? I don't think he's bluffing, he says no one will believe me if I tell them about the blackmail, and he's in the DA's office, so I'm sure he's right. He keeps calling me and telling me all these things he wants me to do to him, but I swear to God I'll stab him in the throat before I ever touch his dick." I didn't doubt that she meant it. "Come on. There has to be something we can do." "I don't know. My first plan was to try to become friends with Shannon, hoped maybe that would be enough to get him to back down. But she's such a bitch it didn't work. Then I figured, maybe if he thought I had this badass boyfriend, he'd leave me alone. So I made one up, kept telling Shannon how tough and wild he was. I know it sounds stupid." "Do you think it's working at all?" "I don't know. He's at least talked to her about me; that's the only way she'd know about the thief thing. But I can't imagine she knows what he's doing, so I don't know how much she's told him. Kind of thought once I'd established you with Shannon, I could make threats at Percy on your behalf. I guess I didn't really think it would work, but it's the best plan I've had." "We need to come up with something else, too, then." "So you'll keep helping me?" "Of course. You're my sister, and this guy's a bastard." ****** "Are you ready?" I took a deep breath. "No." "C'mon, dweeb, you can do this." I wasn't used to non-sarcastic support from April, and the situation was surreal enough as it was. "I still think they'll be able to tell I'm your brother. The hair, the nose, the chin, the eyes..." Some siblings might be able to pass as strangers, but April and I looked remarkably similar, particularly in the face. "C'mon, we've been over this. No one will see your eyes. That scrubby beard is good enough for what we need, it hides the chin, and your hat will cover the rest of your hair. No one will know you, there will only be a few from our school there, and no one will be looking for you, or paying much attention anyway." "They'll be able to tell the beard is dyed." "Yeah, but they won't know what color it was before, so they'll have no reason to assume it's the same color as mine." We'd gone over it all before, but she reminded me of it all again with uncharacteristic patience. We sat in the old pick-up outside Shannon and Percy Hughes's house. It was New Year's, their parents were out of town, and they were throwing a party. April had heard about it both by overhearing Shannon at school and directly from Percy, who had called her up again. April had immediately seen it as an opportunity to sneak into their house to look for the pictures and anything else to use against Percy, and I'd agreed to come along to help her in the disguise of 'Jacob', her fake boyfriend, just in case. It was a decision I was regretting as we prepared to actually go into the party. The house had appeared to be swarming with people, all older and more intimidating than me. "Everything will work fine if you just follow my lead. Remember: we go in, scope the place out for a bit, find Percy's room and search it, get out. Easy as that." "What if Percy sees us?" "He won't be looking for us. We can do this, and I'll finally be rid of that bastard." I thought about what Percy had done and was still trying to do to my sister, and my anger steeled my resolve, and I took another deep breath. "Okay." "Good. Now, when we get in there, we need to find an out-of-the-way corner to hang out and scope things out. Considering what kind of party it is, our best chance of not drawing attention and being left alone is to be, well, a boyfriend and girlfriend, right?" "Got it." "You'll be more of the look-out, keeping track for Percy, but while you're doing that, we need to sell that we're a busy couple who don't want to be disturbed." "So making out again, got it." "Making out should be good most of the time, but don't hesitate to go farther if you think it'll help." Hearing her give me that kind of license only heightened my nerves. She continued, "The more you fake something, the faker it looks, and we want to make it look real. Just remember the night at the movie theatre, you did great then. It's kind of weird however we do it, but I think it worked before because we kind of, maybe let ourselves get into it? I mean, maybe I'm wrong, but it seemed like you did, then and, you know, before." The 'before' would be when she'd had me take picture of her sucking my dick. I'd have denied it out of course, but it was kind of hard to claim I hadn't been into it when she'd clearly made me shoot my load. "It's okay. I'm not ashamed to admit I kind of liked it, too," she continued, forcing some bravado. "You were pretty good, I think. At least it seemed to me. You know, despite what bitch Shannon said, I haven't actually done that before. Or, you know, had it done to me. Whatever." She was flustered, which didn't help my nerves; I just kept sitting quietly. "Anyway, I think that's the way we have to go again. I mean, if you're okay with it." I just nodded without looking at her, trying to calm my tension and at the same time having mixed feelings about the erection I felt developing. "Okay, well, the longer we sit here, the more nervous we'll get. So let's go." She flung open her door and stepped out. It was now or never. I reminded myself of the position she was in, and forced my hand to open the door and my legs to step out onto the ground. We walked up the street a little way toward the house, staying across the street from the lamppost. "I'm not sure exactly what will happen in there, so just try and stay loose and follow my lead. Think like James Bond." "Sure," I said, having no idea how to do that. I could hear the music from outside as we started to approach. "Shit," April said, holding me back just a second. Great; not even through the door yet, and already trouble. "It's Lena at the door." I could see a girl at the door, talking to the couple who had just walked up. We couldn't let Shannon's friend see April at the party. "You distract her; I'll slip in behind the other two." She sped up to get there before the other two went in. My heart racing, I walked straight up the Lena, making sure she saw me coming and feeling very exposed. It was unlikely she'd recognize, even without my disguise, but my nerves sure didn't seem to know that. Under her heavy make-up, I recognized her pretty, high-school-girl face from having seen April with her before, but reminded myself she'd never really paid any attention to me. She'd only seen my dick in April's face. No reason to feel uncomfortable. "I need your keys," she said. "What?" I replied. I was pretty slow on the uptake. She held up a glass bin full of keys, shaking it. "Don't want anyone driving out of here all shit-faced and having it get back they were here. You can get them back later if you're sober enough to remember." I glanced over and saw no sign of April; she'd managed to get through the door unseen. Not having the composure to talk my way out of it, I simply obeyed and stuck my hand in my pocket, pulling out the car keys. By the time I'd realized what I'd done, the keys were in the bin and sitting on the table just inside the door. I scurried into the house, not wanting to linger with Lena. The entry room was big, with several sofas and tables and swarmed with people. It was loud and strangely lit, with strobes and black lights and a random assortment of other odd lighting here and there, music blaring to the point it hurt my eyes and ears. I stood and looked around for April in the madness of noise and people, and just as I was about to start panicking, a hand landed on my shoulder. I nearly jumped out of my skin. "It's me," April said, coming up behind me, speaking loudly but still barely audible a foot away. "Come on." She pulled me from the entry way. I had never been remotely cool enough to be invited to a party that was anything like this before, and I was completely intimidated. Of the people I could get a good view of, only few were even high schoolers, and none as young as me, even if I went by my fake age. We found a spot and stood a minute while April looked around. Though it was hard to get a sense of what was happening all around, I realized that the noise and lighting would also help keep us pretty well hidden. A guy, drunk at the very least, came up and hit on April, which she brushed off quickly. "See anything yet?" I asked, not really sure what she was even looking for. "No. It may take a while to scope out. We need to find a corner somewhere out of the way so we're not bothered." Seeming to know where she was going, she pulled me into an adjacent room, which appeared to be a sitting room of some sort with several entrances, a little less active than the other. Several couches and chairs were occupied, but in the corner was an arm chair with our name on it. She pushed me down into it first and sat down on my lap, immediately pressing her lips to mine. I squirmed to get comfortable in the chair with her on top of me. "We need to keep an eye out for Percy. I haven't seen him yet, and we need to know where he is. Do you remember what he looked like?" She said into my ear. "Kinda." "He's tall, bigger than most of the guys here. Look for big guys." We sat looking around a minute, noticing that the other people in the room were at least noticing us. Soon, one guy came over with a glass. "Who want something?" He said, gesturing with the glass toward my sister. "No thanks, we're good," April called back, smiling until he left. She leaned back to me. "If they see we're busy they'll leave us alone," she said. Before I really had time to mentally prepare myself, her lips our lips were together again. I thought about what she'd said earlier about making it look real. Still, with the level of distraction around, I wondered how much 'real' was really necessary. Should we hold some back for the sake of decency because we could, or just go for it and make sure no one got suspicious? As if to answer my inward question, April forced her tongue past my lips, pushing my own around my mouth. I realized I felt relieved; at this point kissing my sister was much less nerve-wracking than worrying about getting found out. As she explored the front of my mouth, I knew I'd have to go along, and met her tongue with mine. She pushed against it back and forth, curling around it and pushing it, and I tried to match form, at least wanting to meet her half-way. Suddenly she pulled back. "Keep your eyes open," she said, though not as reproachfully as I felt. I'd let myself get a little too distracted and my eyes had drifted shut. I kept my eyes open after that, but couldn't see much around us with her head right up on mine. When people weren't going by, I couldn't help but notice the other two couples in the room similar to us, one on the couch and the other in a matching chair across the room. "See anything?" April asked during a pause. "No. I don't think so; no one that's gone by seemed that tall. I don't know. It's hard to see." "I need to watch myself. We'll have to do something different." She shifted in the chair so that our sides were together with her legs going across mine, her on my left. She put her left hand on my chest idly. "Touch my tits and kiss my neck." I obeyed, leaning my head down and reaching my arm across to her. Very timidly, I put my hand on her near breast and kissed her neck. Moaning, though no one else would hear it, she nestled against me and rubbed my chest, grabbing it a little. I took the hint. I grabbed her breast a little more convincingly, not having a good feel of it through the top of her dress. I was glad, at least for the moment, that her leg wasn't quite across the part of my lap where my dick was stifling in my jeans. April spread her legs apart, leaving her left one across mine, and started rubbing her butt up and down my leg, getting so high that I felt it just start to press my dick through my pants. I continued feeling her tits and kissing her neck, but found myself stopping occasionally, as the act seemed to be growing a bit stale. I knew if I just repeated the same motion over and over, it would quickly look artificial. I realized I had no idea how to touch a woman's breast properly over an extended period. I wished I had more experience in the field, but then that wish was nothing new. My dick jerked in its confines as her ass hit it again, and I reminded myself what April had told me in the car. Feeling a bit of courage, I determined to take a small risk and let my hand drift down to her belly, and then her skirt. She leaned her head into me as my hand made slight contact with her crotch. I grabbed her thigh below her skirt, trying to look tough and dominant, and feeling emboldened by her body language, let it slide up until my finger reached her panties. For a time, I was contented simply by the proximity, and kept gripping her thigh as I kissed her neck. Suddenly she stiffened, turning in more toward me and closing her legs. My head jerked back and I pulled my hand away, worried I'd gone too far. "There he is," she whispered in my ear, turning her head into me closely. "Where?" I asked, but soon figured it out for myself, as one guy clearly towered over the rest. "Keep an eye on him and let me know if he moves," she said, tucking her head almost behind my ear. I held her to me, almost too easily placing my hand on her ass to hold her. I stared at Percy. He stood in a doorway leading farther back in the house, talking to someone who seemed to have just arrived. He was gesturing back into the hallway he'd just come from, saying something and laughing. I hated him. A sudden, intense, burning hate. I mean, I'd hated him already, from the moment April told me who he was, but until that moment, it had been an almost academic hatred. Now I felt it deep in my stomach. The way he stood, the way he laughed, the way he moved, just filling me with deep loathing. He leaned back against the door frame, working a drink, chatting and laughing. "He's staying there for now," I whispered. April pulled her head out enough to say, "I'm pretty sure where we need to go is back behind him there. Let me know when he moves away." And so with my blood boiling, we had to just sit and wait. Managing to take my eyes off of him for a minute, I looked back to the couple on the couch, who had gotten more heavily engaged. The girl was practically on top of her boyfriend, her shirt up past her chest, tits somewhat exposed as they made out and rubbed on each other. I'd wondered if we'd been over doing it, but if anything, we hadn't been keeping up with the room average. Another guy in the room had taken notice of us, looking our way, and I realized we'd gotten still enough it looked odd. April was sideways on the chair, legs again across mine, with my hand now stuffed between her butt and the chair arm. I started moving my hand around her ass, feeling the fabric of her dress move with me. Picking up on it quickly, April sat up a little, giving me a little more space to work without moving her head from behind mine. She put her hand on my stomach, rubbing and soon pushing it under my shirt. Feeling my motions growing stale again, I let my hand go lower around her ass, pushing underneath her. My thought had been to just keep touching around her butt and thighs, but she slid down a little, off my thigh into the small area of chair beside me, holding my hand beneath her, my fingertips right on her pussy and the thigh next to it. Her fingers moved down my stomach to the edge of my jeans, finding enough room to slip under the waist band. It would certainly be a convincing place to put her hand. As my heart raced, her fingertips kept sliding down, through the pubic hair until one finally made contact with my dick. She fumbled at it a moment, as it was stuffed in and bent a little awkwardly, but finally she seemed to find her bearings and she gently straightened it out, pointing up. Then, carefully in the narrow space allowed in my jeans, she worked her hand until it was wrapped around my dick. With her body resting against me, she didn't quite feel like the brazen, angry, desperate girl who'd brought me this far, but more vulnerable, even scared. Her grip on my dick wasn't tight or commanding as I might have expected from her character so far, but more careful, like she was making sure it didn't blow away in a strong wind. Feeling an urge to somehow reciprocate, I pushed my hand a little farther under her, rubbing my fingers across her panties and feeling the outlines of her pussy. There was a line of noticeable dampness down the middle of her panties. I tried to use a light, gentle touch to start, but had trouble moving smoothly in the tight quarters. I let my hand simply relax, my fingers and palm cradling and holding her mound. In my own horny way, I hoped it would help ease some of the tension I could feel in her body. And we sat like that, pressed against each other and holding each other in our hands, waiting a little longer. Percy's friend went past him, and with a final comment from Percy and gesture down the hallway, the guy was off to whatever was down there. Percy took one last slow drink and looked around, his eyes even passing over us. Then with a bit of a jerk off the doorframe he'd been leaning on, he walked off into the party. "He's gone," I whispered to April, moving my hand from under her. She pulled her head out and looked around, locating him in the next room. She took a deep breath, squeezing my dick just a little harder for a moment. Then she pulled her hand from my pants and stood up. "Come on," she said. We headed toward the doorway. We turned and were in a hallway, out of view of the other room, and were thankfully alone. Several doors lined both sides. "You check that side," she said. The first door I came to was open a crack, and I peeked in. It was a bedroom, looked to be a guest room from the plain decor. On the bed was a girl, completely naked, legs spread and arms stretched out to the top of the bed. On the bed with her was a guy, touching around her pussy. It was the guy who'd been talking to Percy just a moment ago. He took down his pants and climbed on the bed near her head, holding his dick in his hand and grabbing her head to adjust it with the other. She seemed out of it as if passed out drunk, except her eyes were open and fairly blank, as if she were in a daze. "What is it?" April whispered behind me. Having seen plenty already, I moved aside to let her look. She peered inside a few seconds silently, then turned away stony-faced. "Keep looking," she said, the tension in her voice having given way to something sterner. The next doors for me were a small closet and a bathroom. Two doors down on her side, April found a locked door, which she took to be significant. "Hold on, it's not a real lock." She fiddled at it a second, sticking something into it, and it popped open. The door creaked slightly as it opened into a bedroom. "This is it," she said, looking in. "Stay out here and keep watch. This should only take a minute." She disappeared within. Shaking a little, I looked after her, then turned back to watch the hallway, feeling very exposed. I could hear the music and other sounds of the party, and strained for any indication that someone might be coming. After a small eternity, I jumped as I heard the door creak behind me again. "Well?" I asked. She pushed me back down the hall a bit. "Hold on," she said, sticking her head into a different room. "Keep watching, I'll be right back." Her eyes were darting around; she was flustered and on high alert. I could only assume she was having trouble finding what she was looking for, and I started to doubt that it was even here. She ducked into the second room, closing the door behind her. I stood in the hall again, waiting, time creeping past. I tried to calm myself, as it seemed the ordeal was almost over, one way or another. Then I turned my head and there he was. Walking right up to me was Percy himself. I was almost too stunned to be afraid. I raced to prepare a cover story. Percy stopped inches away from me, towering over me and looking down sternly. "What are you doing here?" "Man, this is a great par-" "Who are you?" Just as I was about to shit myself, I felt air move as the door opened behind me. Percy looked back. A disgusting smile crept over his face. "April. So you decided to come after all, huh?" April came up behind me, and I felt her tugged at the tail of my jacket. Percy leaned in a bit, towering over me. "Is this twerp with you?" "This is my boyfriend, Percy," April replied snidely. "Whatever. Get lost. I have business to discuss with April here." "We have nothing to talk about." "Oh, yeah, then what are you doing here, if we have nothing to talk about? Looking for another gold statuette to steal?" "It's a party. I thought I was invited." "You know what you were invited for, and casing my house isn't it. But if you want to stay, we can talk." I really wished we could just take off then, but Percy had put himself right in the middle of the hallway, blocking us. "This doesn't concern you," Percy continued, looking at me. He laughed snidely at me once. "Tell you what. You look like a cool guy," he said with a rude smirk. "Trust me, this one's more trouble than she's worth. How about this? I got a hundred bucks right here if you leave now." He reached into his pocket and pulled some cash out. I said nothing. "Okay, one-fifty. All you got to do is walk away. How's that sound?" Even as he offered, he puffed up a little more, further showing his size advantage. What I did next surprised me as much as it did him. Despite his extra seven inches and eighty pounds over me, I just reared back and smacked him across the jaw. I'd never been in a fight before, never even punched anyone. This was not a glorious first attempt. My form was terrible and it had little power behind it, glancing off his chin. All it did was catch him off guard. Unfortunately, I was too stunned myself to make use of the opportunity. His wits quickly returned and he looked down on me with great rage. I took a step back, forcing April back with me, and kept retreating from him. He advanced, and then jerked my direction, making me flinch. Then, he really hit me. His fist went right across my face, making my head jerk sideways, and I fell to the ground. "You little shit," he said, standing over me. April jumped to my side. "Leave him alone, Percy," she demanded. "Shut up. Why don't you get up and try that again, asshole?" April helped me up. "Look, you win, Percy. Just let me get him out of here." She put my arm over her shoulder and we managed to get by Percy. We walked out into the party and to the door, Percy following behind us, everyone probably just assuming I was drunk if the bothered noticing at all. Once we were clear of the house, Percy started up. "It's about time you came to your senses, April. It's much better this way. It'll be fun, you'll see. You'll wonder why you ever fought it." "Okay," April said, sounding defeated. "Tell you what, we'll start off nice and slow tonight, you and me. We'll go back in, get a drink, get you out of the dress, and by the time I'm done you'll wonder why you ever bothered with this cunt." We made it to the truck, with April opening the door for me. I'd assumed April had something else up her sleeve, but realized that April wasn't carrying anything with her and didn't exactly have deep pockets on her dress to hold any files of pictures. As I got in the truck and Percy slammed to door behind me, I grew sharply concerned, rolling down the window. "He's fine. C'mon," Percy said, responding to whatever April had said after the door shut. "It'll just be a minute," April pleaded, stepping back to the window. Percy huffed a few paces away. "What are you doing? Don't go back in there," I whispered to her. "It's alright. It's for the best, really," April responded, loud enough to be heard. April took a step back from the car, about to go. My head swam in panic. I started fumbling at the handle, ready to go back out and jump on Percy, even if he did beat the shit out of me. But they didn't start walking off, instead pausing for something. It was only then I registered the sound that had been getting louder over the last few seconds. Sirens. They stopped abruptly as the cop car turned the corner, lights still flashing brightly down the dark street. The car pulled up in front of Percy's house, a little down from where we were parked. "What the hell is this?" Percy said angrily. "Uh, maybe we should postpone?" April said. I detected a hint of something in her voice. "No, don't go anywhere," he said, giving her a sharp point. "I know this guy; this should only take a minute. Probably some asshole neighbor called in a noise violation. Go back inside and I'll find you when he's gone." Percy walked off, stomping toward the cop car. April lingered where she was a moment waiting until Percy was a house down the road before skittering over and hopping in the passenger seat. "Oh, thank God," I sighed breathlessly. "I can't believe you were actually going to go back with him, April." She said nothing, watching Percy approaching the police officer that stepped out of the car. I was ready to get her the hell out of there. "Oh, shit, April! I don't have the keys! I had to give them to the girl at the door. I didn't know what else to do. Oh geez, I'm sorry April. I really screwed it up tonight. I just kept panicking and fucking up, and now..." I was about in tears when the back of April's hand hit my chest. "Please. Had those nabbed back almost as soon as they were in the bowl." In her hand were the keys. Eyes getting big, I immediately started fumbling to get them in the ignition. April put her hand on mine. "Wait a minute," she said, watching out the window. Confused, I looked up at her, and then followed her line of sight out to the cop car. Through the blinding flashes of blue and red, I saw the cop taking up an aggressive posture to Percy. Then I saw the other cop coming from the other side of the car. Percy seemed to be talking hard, but the police seemed little interested. The second put his hand firmly on Percy's shoulder, while the first walked past him into the house. The house was already emptying like a sinking ship, people scurrying out the front until the cop went in, and some coming from around the sides where they slipped out other exits. I wonder how much of the crowd was gone at that point. "What do you think's going on?" I asked April. "Wait," she said simply, seemingly expecting something. We sat there another couple minutes, Percy being kept close to the cop. Suddenly another cop car came around the corner, lights flashing, followed seconds later by a third. April laughed. "Okay, let's go," she said, almost giddy. Relieved, I started the car and headed the other way down the street. "Not home yet, I'm too geared up to go home. Turn left." After a few more directed turns, we ended up a few miles away, stopping in a lot in the deep back of a large neighborhood park. "So, what was that?" I asked. "What were the cops doing?" "Oh, probably responding to a 911 call that came from the house a few minutes ago, that went something like 'Hello? Help me, please. I'm not sure where I am anymore. My name is Naomi Wilcox. Percy will be back any moment. He's making me take drugs and says he's going to tie me up and fuck me. Please help me, please stop him!' I called them when I was in Shannon's room." I stared at her. "That girl you saw on the bed when we went down the hall? Did you not notice she was handcuffed there?" "Oh, shit," I said. "But, won't they just have let her loose before the cops go in? Or say it was just a game?" "Maybe. Except that I bet Percy had the key to the cuffs, and she was too strung out to go anywhere anyway." "Whoa. So you think they'll arrest Percy?" "Well, if they weren't sure about it, when they peek in Percy's door, I think they will be. Cause someone might have left his little baggies of crack lying out on the floor, and several pictures and papers he had of Ms. Naomi Wilcox sitting out, too." "Really?" "Oh, yeah. Percy's been busy, not just with me. He'll have a hard time talking his way out of that." "What about the pictures of you?" "Ahem." Smirking, she nodded at my back, and I suddenly remembered her tugging on me in the hallway. Standing underneath Percy at the time, I hadn't put two and two together. I leaned forward and she reached back, lifting my shirt and pulling the little folder out. She flitting through them a moment, then flung them on the floor of the truck. I saw car lights pass on the nearby road through the trees, but they vanished without a sound. "He actually had her drugged and handcuffed to a bed? Jesus. Do you think that's what he wanted to do...?" "I'm pretty sure that was his plan. Get 'em hooked on the crack then own them." "Jesus." "I know. That...mother fucker. God!" "Thank God it's over." "Yeah it is." She paused and stared out the window, I could see her tearing up just a bit. "You know, I've never hated...God! What a nightmare." She was whirling a mile a minute. "I wanted to hurt him so bad. Fucker. You know, I actually got on the pill, just in case. I actually thought I might have to give in to him. The asshole actually made me doubt myself. Fuck him! Go to jail, fucker! I hope they rape him. Every day, right up the ass, over and over for years. That piece of shit." She was hollering and thrusting her finger at nothing, animated as I'd ever seen her. "I'm just glad it's over." "Yep. No more weird requests from me. You're free too." "I'm just glad I didn't screw it up. I was convinced I'd botched everything tonight. I was so freaked out." She scooted closer and put her arm around me. "Nah, you were great. Perfect. Seriously, I never could have done it without you. I don't think I'd have been brave enough to go in alone. And all that other stuff... it's not every brother who'd do that." I was abashed. "Well..." "And, oh my God, when you actually hit Percy, smacked him right across the face..." she bent over laughing. "Priceless." Laughing a bit, our eyes met, and we smiled at each other. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it, lingering in her hold. Sitting with her, feeling her dress on the back of my hand, I flashed to sitting in the chair with her earlier. It had probably been less than thirty minutes earlier, but seemed like hours. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and our eyes held again. "You know, I'm sure this is the wrong thing to do, but right now, I don't care." She leaned in again, planting her lips on mine. She hesitated only a moment with a strong lip kiss before thrusting her tongue through to find mine. As our tongues tangled together, her hand came across onto my lap, groping just a moment before finding the hard bump. She grabbed in and squeezed, feeling out its position. She was nearly frenzied, turning her chest into mine to press the kiss even harder and deeper while her hand began yanking to open my pants. Getting the button and fly open, she slapped them apart hard, cramming her hand in my underwear and adjusting my dick up, wrapping her hand around it. She was so frenetic I wasn't sure I could stop her if I wanted to. But I knew I didn't want to. After that first week, I knew I'd go along with anything. 'Pretend' or not, the blowjob had been too much for my teenage brain to get around, and despite the terrifying situation, it hadn't been the fear that had stuck with me after eating her out. I wasn't strong enough to overcome the hormones, even before this night happened. She disengaged the kiss the grab at my pants, and with my cooperation wiggled them down, with her taking the extra step of pushing them past my knees to my ankles. She grabbed my dick in her hand, smiling seductively at me, and then dropped her head down, cramming half my dick into her mouth before peeling her lips back off again. She immediately thrust in again, repeating several times. I could feel her tongue pushing from the side each time. On one upswing, she paused at the head and began flicking her tongue rapidly across it. It felt very intense and I gasped a little, and I heard her laugh on my dick. She continued with more dramatic bobs, not as deeply as the first but with flare. It felt strange, not quite hitting the right spots as she made a scene of the action. As keyed up as I was anyway, it was just as well. She pulled her legs up on the seat, knees under her as she remained in my lap, and yanked up the bottom of her dress past her waist. Grabbing my near arm, she pushed it to her back as best she could with my dick in her mouth. I grabbed her ass, squeezing through her panties, and she moaned a little. She arched her back down some, thrusting her tail higher in the higher for me to reach, and increased to outright slobbering on my cock. My memories of feeling her while in the chair just a short while ago took over, and reaching, I slid my hand over her ass between her thighs. Her panties seemed ever wetter than when I'd left them before. I slid my fingers up and down along her damp slit, getting bolder and pressing harder with each passing second. Soon her breathing grew heavier, and she paused on the blowjob, having trouble getting enough air with my cock in her mouth. "Fuck it." She sat up next to me. Holding her legs up high, she peeled off her panties, tossing them as soon as they were clear of her feet, so that they landed right on top of the dash board by the windshield. She threw one leg across me, straddling me. Her pussy came down right on my shaft, pressing it down onto my stomach. She was so warm and wet; I could practically feel her dripping onto me. We shifted awkwardly a few inches to the middle, getting clear of the steering wheel, and she dove onto my face, kissing my lips, chin and neck with abandon, thrusting her hips and sliding along my dick. "Mm," she exhaled hard. Wasting no more time, she reached one hand down, grabbed my cock and positioned it at her hole. She pushed down and, despite her slippery wetness, I soon felt some resistance. She eased on as I pushed back, my dick squeezing up inside her. She let out a moan when she reached bottom, taking my whole length inside her. She held there, her weight pressing down on my hips, and took a few slow breaths with her eyes closed. She put her hands on my shoulders, squeezing them for leverage. As she started lifting up, she looked at me and smiled. Her second time down was easier, and with a third and fourth go, she'd already picked up the pace considerably. Soon we were going hard, and I could tell the truck was rocking with us in the dark, empty park. I grabbed her at the hips, and then ass, and she leaned into my chest. Her bouncing became more of a wild grinding, and I thrust harder and harder to try to keep up. Her fingers started digging deep into my shoulders and she pressed against me harder, whispering "Oh, God," over and over. I squeezed her ass to me and soon, almost against my will, could feel myself cumming. I instinctively thrust as deep as I could into her, feeling too much intensity as my sister continued her wild grinding. She kept going for a minute after I came, her motions gradually getting slower and stiffer, her face scrunching, until she just tensed tight and held still on me, her hips firm and her grip almost painful. When we'd both finished, she just melted on top of me, not bothering to rise off my cock. Her hands continued to grip my shoulders, even after her breathing returned to normal, and I kept my arms wrapped around her waist. We sat together like that in the truck in that dark parking lot for some time; I can't say I even remember the drive home.