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Jan V. - SISTERS - 9/16 (ff, incest, teen, romance)

This is the COMPLETE, REVISED version of "Sisters" and "Sisters-the 
Sequel" plus much more.
Enjoy

CHAPTER NINE:  Violence

Two weeks had elapsed since the girls left L.A. and they had no idea 
what Fred was doing about looking for them. They discussed what their 
father might have done when he found out they were gone, but each of 
them suggested something different. 

Linda's own view was downright pessimistic but she kept it to herself, 
knowing better than discourage her younger sisters. Nikki and Zoe had a 
more positive idea of what might be happening in L.A. They even laughed 
about a possible change of heart - Mom and Dad pleading on national TV 
for tehm to come back home, saying everything was forgiven and 
forgotten.

'Fat chance,' Linda thought, driving down the dirt road. After some 
grueling doubts and confabs, they decided that one of them had to go and 
buy some fresh food, especially fruit and vegetables. They tried to live 
on what they could find in the mountains but their survival skills had 
been, after all, overestimated. That was worrying… That meant they 
wouldn't last long up there and that sooner or later they would have to 
leave the cabin and find a better hiding place… and money.

Linda finally reached the main road and made a right turn to go 
downhill. She knew there was a small town thirty miles away where she 
could buy groceries and let someone repair the spare wheel. She knew the 
risks, but driving without a spare in the mountains was not too a good 
idea. To minimize the chances of being recognized, she wore shades, 
tucking her long hair under her baseball cap. She took a deep breath and 
hit the gas pedal.

The small town was Libertyville - population 2,530 according to the sign 
- had several stores for tourists, selling T-shirts and Indian 
handicrafts, which Linda noticed with some relief. She would be just 
another dumb tourist, looking for food, and with a spare wheel to be 
fixed.

Linda parked the Jeep in front of a grocery store, its windows plastered 
with posters screaming the current bargains. She waited for a moment 
before stepping out of the Jeep, sizing up the passersby as potential 
sources of danger. She caught a few stares but most of the people minded 
their own business. This reassurance allowed her to leave the Jeep and 
enter the store.

As Linda had guessed, she was not the only tourist in town. The store 
owner and a couple in their fifties were bent over an unfolded road map 
and chatting about the best road to take and how to make the best of the 
couple's two-week vacation. Cackling out loud and casting an 
affectionate look at her husband, the woman referred to their trip as a 
kind of second honeymoon.

Linda turned away and looked around the store for fruit and vegetables. 
Once done with her shopping, Linda waited nervously at the back of the 
store for the couple to leave. The cackling woman, though, was too 
talkative, recounting her wonderful stay in San Francisco and Monterey 
just a couple of weeks before.

'Come on,' Linda urged silently, staring at the woman through her 
shades. She waited for a while longer but the woman and the owner kept 
joking and laughing at each other's stories. Losing her patience, Linda 
came closer and said, "I'm sorry to interrupt you but I'm kind of in a 
hurry. Where can I pay for this?"

The couple and the owner looked at her with surprise. Then the woman 
smiled and said, "Why, the youth of these days's always in a hurry!"

"I know that," the store owner confirmed, scratching his puffy right 
cheek, "I have two kids of my own. Never stay two minutes in the same 
place, those two."

Linda ignored their remarks, licking her dry lips, almost sighing with 
frustration. She paid for the groceries and left, shaking and cursing 
the woman and the man with the puffy cheeks.

"Geez," she huffed as she started the engine and drove away.

It didn't take long before she spotted the gas station. She was grateful 
that this time she was the only customer and that a grinning, attractive 
young man - instead of a lecturing old geezer - closed in.

"How can I help you, Miss-?"

"Just fill 'er up, please," she replied, paying no attention to his 
curiosity. She was going to mention the spare when a sudden urge to go 
the bathroom came over her. She asked directions, which were promptly 
given, and left the Jeep. Before she reached the restroom, a poster on 
one of the windows caught her attention.

"Shit!" Linda caught her breath and looked back, just making sure that 
no one was staring at her. She examined the poster again. With huge 
printed letters, the poster trumpeted "MISSING, PROBABLY KIDNAPPED: 
Linda McDougall, Nicole McDougall, Zoe McDougall and Jeannie McDougall", 
followed by their descriptions, photos and the promise of a 
50,000-dollar reward for any information leading to their rescue. 
'Shit,' she repeated, hurrying into the restroom, her legs shaking from 
fear.

She swallowed, her heart beating like crazy, wondering what to do and if 
that guy had recognized her. The cops would be there in no time if he 
had. Her fears seemed justified when she peeked at the Jeep around 
corner of the building where she stood. The guy was nowhere to be seen. 
She strained her ears but heard nothing either.

'Dammit… Now what?'

Taking off without paying could be one solution, she thought. She took a 
deep breath and sped  across to the Jeep. She looked for the keys but 
couldn't find them. Of course, the guy had them!

She glanced at the empty road, breathing anxiously. With desperation she 
hit the horn but no one appeared. She beeped a second time and in a 
moment the guy showed up at the entrance of the garage, wiping his hands 
with a white handkerchief. He grinned and apologized. A friend of his 
had called. They were going to shoot some pool that evening after work.

Preempting any "wanna come?" Linda asked how much she owed and paid him. 
Then she found she had the keys in her purse after all. Deciding not to 
do anything with the blown-out spare, Linda didn't look back as she 
raced her Jeep up the road.

'Kidnapped?' she said to herself, shaking her head. 'Kidnapped?!… How 
can he say we were kidnapped? That doesn't make any sense at all!'

* * *

A couple of weeks later, Linda began to sense her sisters' boredom. Zoe 
was more volatile than usual, Jeannie seemed down in the dumps... and 
Nikki wanted to make love all the time. It suited her fine to neck and 
pet with Nikki that often but the twins were making her anxious. Maybe 
all that sexual activity between Nikki and herself was having a negative 
effect on the younger sisters. Zoe and Jeannie had gotten into a 
catfight the afternoon before. Zoe had been vicious, drawing blood from 
Jeannie's breasts and arms. She had to hit Zoe and knock her down in 
order to break the two apart.

Linda asked Zoe and Jeannie why they were fighting but the twins 
wouldn't tell her. She had witnessed a lot of brawls between those two, 
but their last catfight had been the most violent by far. Linda recalled 
the horror she felt when she saw the wounds on Jeannie's breasts. It had 
made her feel  strange. It made her want to hit Zoe again, and that 
scared her. She never believed in being physical. Her quick wit and 
imposing presence were normally sufficient to avoid the worst. But those 
two... God...

"Let's go for a hike," Linda suggested. "I'll show you where I've been. 
We'll take water and some food. If we're lucky, maybe we'll find some 
mushrooms...Then I'll fix a nice soup when we get back. OK?"

"I think it's a good idea, Linda," Nikki agreed. "Anything to get the 
hell out of here."

Linda repressed her tears. She could feel Nikki's bottled-up 
frustration. Last night Nikki wanted to make love but she had warded off 
her sister's advances. Linda couldn't, knowing the twins were just a few 
feet away, and now potentially fractious.

They all climbed up the trail to the left. It was the trail with the 
most spectacular, breathtaking views. The mountain tops, so far away, 
blended with the blue of the sky and the wispy white of the scattered 
clouds. In spite of the beauty, Linda couldn't let her go of her 
anxiety. The twins didn't utter a word, keeping a visible distance 
between each other. Jeannie, the most fragile of her sisters, had her 
worried. Jeannie's eyes seemed oblivious to everything. They stared 
blankly at the horizon and glistened sometimes as if she were on the 
verge of tears. Linda hoped the hike would make Jeannie feel better.

A couple of hours later they stopped and sat down on some boulders. 
Silently Nikki handed out the food to the twins and Linda. Nikki watched 
them while they munched. Since they ran away she had never mentioned her 
doubts about the sanity of their "eloping". Enough unpleasantness and 
friction was already developing among them. She was convinced their 
situation was becoming unbearable. She loved Linda very dearly but 
sometimes Big Sis could be so distant... Nikki's heart almost missed a 
beat whenever the possibility that Linda didn't love her any more 
crossed her mind. She would kill herself first... No, she wouldn't. She 
was no coward... But it would hurt like hell.

Nikki stared at the twins. She felt sorry for them. Instead of finding 
love in each other's arms, it appeared they had found nothing but hate 
and distrust. And that was surprising... After all the four of them had 
run away because Mom had caught the twins in the act.

Nikki's gaze wandered to her beloved, older sister. Linda, so beautiful 
but so sad... The violent behavior of the twins was ruining their 
relationship. 'Maybe that's why people avoid incest,' she thought. 'It 
can be a very beautiful thing, but if it goes wrong... it can really be 
a living hell. You can ditch a lover, but a family member... is for 
life. No matter what.'

Suddenly a pebble came rolling down the mountain side. They looked up. A 
man toting a shotgun was coming their way.

"Quick," Linda said, jumping to her feet, " let's go."

They all ran to the trees, praying the man hadn't seen them. Maybe he 
was looking for them. In no time they would have the cops all over the 
place.

"Linda," Nikki uttered, "he saw us. He's coming this way."

"Dammit," Linda cursed. "Dammit! Let's run. You, Nikki, go first. I'll 
stay behind and cover the twins. Come on, Zoe... MOVE IT!" A rush of 
incredible fear shot through Linda. "Come on... COME ON!"

As fast as they could the four sisters tore down the mountainside, but 
running off the trail was not easy. Sometimes one of them slid in the 
dirt and fell. Then they'd all have to stop and wait. That was costing 
too many precious seconds. The man was chasing them and gaining ground. 
Out of nowhere the terrifying sound of a gunshot rang out, followed by 
an excruciating scream... Linda couldn't believe her eyes. Jeannie had 
been shot... She toppled over and slid down several feet until she 
stopped, blood all over her.

"JEANNIE!" Linda screamed. "JEANNIE... Oh, God..." Tears streamed down 
her face, her throat hurting... A tight knot prevented her from 
screaming again. In a moment she was next to her sister. Jeannie was 
lying on the dirt, crying convulsively and screaming from pain.

"Linda... Linda, help me... Please..."

"Stay quiet, baby. Don't move... I'm gonna help you, even if it's the 
last thing I do."

To Linda's despair, Zoe and Nikki joined them. They should have kept 
running. They should have tried to find help. Linda was about to say it 
out loud when the man was upon them.

"So, you thought you're gonna escape, huh?" he said, showing his yellow 
teeth. Linda flinched…This mountain redneck in his checkered red flannel 
shirt was obviously drunk. He reeked of cheap booze. His eyes shone with 
wicked pleasure while his free hand scratched his nose. "But no one, I 
mean... No one escapes from-"

"Are you fucking nuts?" Linda shouted, rising to her feet. "Why did you 
shoot, goddam it? You hurt my sister, you fucking asshole."

"You calling me asshole, bitch?" he said, his smirk growing wider, his 
hands aiming the shotgun at her. Seconds tickedby, the redneck still 
threatening Linda. "Maybe you should suck my dick, bitch."

"When hell freezes over," Linda spat.

"Oh yeah? I'll kill your sister if you don't." The redneck pointed the 
barrel of his gun toward Jeannie. Jeannie was losing blood, Linda 
realized. Jeannie would die if she didn't find a way to thwart this 
lunatic.

"OK, I'll do it," she said, swallowing.

"Aw right," he exclaimed. 

The moment he lowered his gun and began to unbutton his baggy, smudged 
pants, Linda kicked him in the balls, hard.. "You fucking bitch," he 
hollered at the top of hisvoice. He tumbled to the ground, his hands 
holding his privates.. "You FUCKING bitch..."

Linda took hold of the gun right away, aiming it at her raging opponent. 
But she didn't know what to do. She only knew she hated guns. Suddenly, 
the redneck grabbed the barrel, trying to snatch back the gun. Then, the 
shot happened... The redneck fell down, clutching his belly and yelling 
blue murder, as blood spurted all over his shirt, his clothes and the 
ground. Then the yells quieted down and became just sullen, agonized 
groans, as he writhed in the dirt. Soon even these sounds and writhings 
slackened, and the redneck just lay there like a dead animal...

"Oh God," Linda cried, stepping back, her hands covering her face. "I 
killed him." 

Something caught her feet. She stumbled and fell. And then nothing... 
Only darkness... and voices, far away voices that called her name... 
Linda... LINDA!!! Then nothing again...







NEXT: Chapter TEN:  Love and hate

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