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A repost of one of my personal faves.
Note: This is fiction and is intended for mature audiences.
JAKE & JACK
c. 1994, by Rhett Dreams
Chapter Twelve - "Dear Sweet Angela"
"We've got trouble," said Sophie of the phone. I could tell
immediately from the tone of her voice that she was angry.
"What?"
"The little bitch saw us," she said.
"The little--"
"Angela," she spat the name out. "Dear sweet fuckin' Angela... she
came home early two weekends ago when you and I were with mom."
"Oh, shit!" I said. "Has she told anybody?"
"No, but she's threatening to... says she'll tell dad if we don't give
her what she wants."
"What does she want?" I asked.
"She wont tell me but I can guess, 'cause she'll only tell the two of
us, together."
"Oh?" I said.
"Don't give me that 'Oh?" shit, Jake O'Leary. You know she wants
you."
"Oh." I said. "She wants me to---"
"To pop her fuckin' cherry," said Sophie.
"Calm down, Sophie. Let's see... meet me at the park, near your
house. We'll talk."
- o -
"Even if I wanted to, I couldn't," I said to Sophie when we met.
We were sitting on the park bench and Sophie had her arms folded across
her chest. She was not happy.
"*If* you wanted to!" she said.
"I'm sure I would enjoy fucking Angela, okay. That's not the point.
I wouldn't do it without your knowledge and approval. Second, I've
promised Joan I wouldn't let Angela seduce me."
"You promised my mother?" said Sophie.
"Yeh. This was after you fell asleep that night. We were in the
living room, ah, talking---"
"You were fucking her brains out," said Sophie.
"Well, yes," I said. "I was telling Joan how Angela came on to me
when I dropped her off at her friends house."
"You didn't tell me," she said.
"She kissed me, that's all," I said, defensively. "Well, that's not all,
she... put her hand down here, and felt me."
"Were you hard?"
"Yes," I admitted. "I'm sixteen. It's an affliction."
"Shit," said Sophie.
"We have to bring this to your mom," I said.
- o -
We shared the details with Joan later that afternoon. Sophie's anger
was back on display. I thought to myself, "maybe there's something to the
adage about red-heads and hot tempers."
"Sophie," said her mother, "look at Jake for a minute."
Sophie stared at me, her hands on her hips.
"Is he a good looking guy?" asked Joan.
"Yeah," said Sophie. "He's okay."
"Bullshit. He's a hunk," said Joan.
I blushed and Sophie chuckled.
"Okay," said Sophie.
"And he's smart... caring... sweet..."
"Yeh yeh yeh," said Sophie. "And great in the sack. So?"
"Can you look at him and really blame Angela?"
Sophie was silent for a few moments, then said, "I guess not. But
the little bitch is blackmailing us, to steal my boyfriend!"
"That she is," said Joan. "But it won't work."
"No?" said Sophie and I at the same time.
Joan turned to me and said, "Your older sister baby-sits, right?
This isn't much notice but could you call her and see if she could sit for
Angela and Ralph. You, me, Sophie and Bill are going out to dinner."
I felt a big knot in my stomach as I considered this.
"Are you sure?"
She patted me on the hand and said. "Everything will be fine.
Don't worry."
- o -
We took a booth in the back of the nearly empty restaurant. I was
extremely tense about what I believed Joan Patterson was going to do, and
what Bill's reaction would be.
"Have you told Jake?" asked Bill of Joan after the waitress had
brought our drinks and left.
"No, I haven't," said Joan.
She turned to me and said, "I'm pregnant, Jake. If everything goes
well, I'm going to have your baby."
My mouth dropped open and I sat there numb and speechless.
"What!" cried Sophie, and every head in the restaurant turned to
look in our direction. Her father put his hand over hers and shushed her.
"You're sure it's... mine," I asked, and blushed. It was suddenly
clear to me that Bill Patterson knew all about my relations with his wife.
"We're sure," said Bill. "I got a viral infection shortly after Angela
was born. The only permanent damage is my sperm count. I'm shootin'
blanks."
Joan guessed at my discomfort and added, "I told Bill about us,
Jake. He knows that it was you who arranged for his weekend with
Carolyn."
Carolyn was the name Cathy had used for her weekend with Bill.
"You're okay with that?" I asked Bill.
"I'm thrilled. You've done my marriage an incredible service."
"You're gonna have the baby?" asked Sophie.
"Oh, yes," said Joan. "We would have had more children if not for
Bill's problem. I'm still young. I'm delighted. I was kinda hoping Jake
would knock me up."
"Shit," I said, "I'm gonna be a father."
"Well, Jake, that's one of the reasons we're here," said Bill. "You
will be the genetic father, obviously. But we'd like to raise this child as
one
of our own. We can't see any other way but to pretend that I'm the father
and treat the child no differently than we would the others."
"Yes," I said. "I understand."
"That means that you'll have a child, Jake, but wont be able to
acknowledge it, ever. For the child's sake. Never."
I thought about it for a few minutes and concluded that they were
right. It hurt a little bit, knowing that my child would be born but I
couldn't care for it, and he or she might never know about me.
"I couldn't imagine having better parents for my... this child, than
the two of you. But could I ask a favor?"
"Sure," said Joan.
"If it's a girl, would you consider naming her Melinda, after my
mom?"
Joan's eyes teared, and she and Sophie pulled out tissues and blew
their noses and dabbed their eyes. The waitress came with salads and we
were silent until she left.
"What's this about Angela," asked Bill.
Between bites of salad, Joan explained Angela's crush on me, and
that she witnessed some part of the sex between Sophie, me and her. She
went on to explain our suspicions about the goal of her blackmail.
"Smart little cookie, isn't she?" said Bill, smiling. This brought a
snort of disgust from Sophie.
"She isn't ready," said Joan. "She's only thirteen."
"Do you mean she isn't ready, like not physically or mentally
prepared for sex? Or do you mean she isn't prepared, like on the pill or
something?"
"Both," said Joan. "She's just a kid, Bill."
"Nonsense," said Bill, gently. "She's a young woman. She's been
menstruating for over eighteen months. Her body is developing. She's
quite capable of having sex."
"We can't let the bitch get away with this," was Sophie's
contribution.
"Would you stop calling her that... but she's right, Bill," said Joan.
"Okay," said Bill. "Let's say Sophie and Jake talk to her and
confirm our suspicions of what she wants. They say, "Go ahead, tell your
father." She comes to me and I say, "I already know all about this Angela.
She's gonna grow up thinking that marital infidelity is the rule rather than
the exception. And given that she's decided she's ready for sex, even if we
believe otherwise, I worry that she go out and find someone other than
Jake to have sex with. Then others. In this day and age, it worries me no
end to think of my thirteen year-old girl out trolling for partners."
"And as soon as we break the news that you're pregnant, Joan, she's
likely to put two and two together and concluded that Jake is the father.
We're gonna have one messed up kid on our hands."
"So what do you suggest?" said Joan.
The waitress cleared the salad plates and brought our main courses.
Bill was silent for several minutes.
"I think we should tell her... no, I should tell her that I'm not
capable of fathering a child anymore, and that we wanted another child and
selected Jake for that purpose."
We ate some of our food and thought over his proposal. I agreed
with him that Angela could read a calendar and would suspect or guess that
I was the father of the baby. It was better to acknowledge it up front and
swear her to silence, for the benefit of the child if for no other reason.
"I guess that's best," said Joan.
We ate the rest of our dinner mostly in silence.
"I still think the little bitch should be punished," said Sophie,
peevishly.
Her father put his napkin down on the table and stared at his oldest
daughter, his expression stern. "You leave that to Jake and me," he said.
"And for ignoring your mother's request that you stop calling your sister a
bitch, I want you in the basement ten minutes after we get home. You're
gonna get a little taste of Angela's punishment."
"Bill!" said Joan. I looked at her and noticed that her face was red.
It took me a moment to realize that it was embarrassment rather than anger
that caused the color.
"Zip it, Joan," he said.
The ride home was uncomfortably silent. Joan wouldn't look at Bill
and Sophie sat next to me in the back seat, pouting.
Bill paid Cathy and sent her home, saying that I'd be along later.
He clearly didn't recognize Cathy as the girl who had fucked his brains out
two weeks earlier. At the same time he wasn't oblivious to her good looks
and body. Cathy colored a bit when he handed her the baby-sitting money
and I guessed that she was recalling when this same man had paid her for
another service.
Joan went upstairs to check on the kids, and Bill asked me to join
him in the basement. Two-thirds of the basement was like ours at home:
Cement floor, exposed heating and plumbing pipes and a washer and dryer.
One corner was filled with a serious collection of hand and power tools.
Looking at the impressive wood shop I remembered Joan's call of two
weeks before when she told me Bill was working on something in the
basement and wanted her down here, sans clothes. My pulse quickened.
He led me to a door, unlocked it and said, "This was here when we
bought the house ten years ago. Probably was supposed to be a rec room
or something, but I've made some improvements."
I noticed that the door was of exterior quality and weight and was
very thoroughly insulated. The room was about twelve by fifteen. At one
end of the room was a reclining easy chair and a small table next to it. The
other end had a wooden contraption, with lots of straps and gears. The
wall in front of this strange device, that looked like something from a
torture chamber, had a floor-to-ceiling mirror. Above it two chains hung
down from sturdy hooks in the ceiling.
"Wonder board," said Bill, taping the walls. "Much better
insulation that standard wall board."
"Yes, but---"
"You'll see what that's all about when Sophie joins us."
I walked around the room while we waited, stopping at a large
metal storage cabinet. I opened a drawer and my pulse quickened as I saw I
neatly organized collection of dildos, vibrators, lubricants, paddles and
other stuff that I couldn't identify. I picked up something that that was
made of leather and Velcro, and had a D-ring attached to the middle. After
studying it for a minute I concluded that it was the right size and shape to
fit around someone's neck and that the D-ring could be attached to... I
looked again and saw a leash, the kind you'd use for a dog.
"You've been a busy man," I said.
"And it's all your fault," he said and chuckled.
"I feel... just terrible," I said and grinned at him.
We heard the faint sound of a knock and he opened the door. In
stepped Sophie, her expression concerned and her eyes wide as she took in
the room, quite obviously for the first time as it now was.
Bill closed the door and locked it and Sophie's eyes darted to him
when she heard the click of the lock.
"Strip," said her father.
"Dad!" she cried and her eyes darted between Bill and me.
Bill strolled over to the chair and picked up something long and thin
that was leaning up against one side. It was a riding crop, and he tapped it
against his palm as he approached Sophie.
"I'd do what he says," I said.
Sophie looked over, pleading with me with her eyes but soon
realized she had no option. She took her clothes off with a resigned and
embarrassed expression on her face, stopping when she was down to her
bra and panties. She looked hopefully at her father.
"Everything," be barked.
Her clothes in a pile on the floor, Sophie stood awkwardly, her
hands demurely covering her pussy and as much of her breasts as she
could. Bill left her there and went over to the wooden contraption and
made some adjustments to a wooden plank at the bottom.
"Come here, Sophie," he said.
He had her step onto the plank and then fastened straps around one
ankle, then the next. The straps were made of leather and Velcro, and
fastened quite snugly around her ankles, but could, I suspected, be
unfastened by the bound girl with enough sustained effort. Sophie had to
spread her legs wide to reach the second foothold and Bill quickly fastened
her in place. Bill got up and came over to where I was standing and got
two leather straps from the open drawer. He whispered to me, "You might
want to get out of those clothes, Jake."
I went over and sat in the room's only chair to remove my shoes
and socks. Bill went back to Sophie and wrapped the straps around her
wrists, one at a time. He then nudged her forward and her body titled
forward until her lower belly rested against an upholstered part of his
invention. He then raised her arms and clipped the D-ring on each wrist
restraint to the ends of the chains hanging down from the ceiling.
Naked and sporting a raging erection, I approached the bound
Sophie. Bill pointed out a few levers that would allow me to raise or lower
the position of the girl, depending on her height, my height and, I quickly
figured, which hole one intended to use. He whispered some instructions
in my ear then moved around the contraption, between Sophie and the
mirror.
"So Sophie, you think we should punish Angela for blackmailing
you and Jake?"
"Yes," she said.
"But you don't want her punishment to be this---" he said and
nodded to me. I was behind Sophie, my cock at the ready, and at his signal
I drove it to the hilt in Sophie's cunt.
"Ohhhh," cried Sophie as I bottomed out. "Jesus Christ, Jake!"
Her father held up his hand for quiet and said, "Don't you think it
would be a punishing experience for Angela to have Jake's cock rammed
into her tight, virgin snatch?"
He signaled me again and I withdrew my cock and slammed it back
home. Then again, and again, until he signaled me to stop after a dozen
brutal thrusts.
"What about it, Sophie. Would "the little bitch" as you're so fond
of calling her, enjoy this treatment?"
"N--No," said Sophie, breathing hard.
"But you do, don't you Sophie?" he asked, pulling her nipples, then
twisting them hard.
"Yes!" she cried.
Bill went back to the cabinet and retrieved two metallic things,
which I didn't recognize until he clamped them on to each of Sophie's
nipples and tightened them until she winced. Bill walked around to me and
said, "Fuck her, Jake."
I didn't need to be asked a second time. Sophie's cunt was tight,
wet and warm around my cock as I began fucking her. I could see her
reflection perfectly in the mirror. Her face, showing an erotic mixture of
pain and pleasure and her melon-sized breasts hanging free, jiggling as I
rutted into her, the clamps hanging painfully from her long, thick nipples.
Sophie came first and the action of her cunt pulsing and throbbing around
my cock sent me over the edge and I blasted my cum deep in her cunt.
After several moments spent enjoying the aftereffects of this
amazing fuck I withdrew my cock from Sophie. Bill Patterson, I now
noticed, was also nude and his seven-inch cock was fully erect and shiny
from a coating of lubricant. I fell into the chair and watched as Bill took
my place behind Sophie. He adjusted the height lever, ratcheting Sophie
down a few inches. He had the riding crop in his right hand.
"You need to be punished too, Sophie, for calling your sister a
bitch. I want you to count with me, to twelve."
Whack! He didn't hit her that hard but the sound was quite loud
and Sophie winced.
"One," she said, her voice brittle.
"Thank me," he said.
"Thank you, father."
Whack!
"T---Two... thank you, father."
This went on until he had lashed her twelve times. I could see that
her ass was quite pink and her eyes wet when he finished.
"Now, Sophie, I want you to remember the punishment you just
received before you answer my next question. Oh, and remember who was
the root cause of your punishment."
Bill let the crop fall to the floor and stepped closer to Sophie. His
hands gripped her ass cheeks and she winced as he spread them and
positioned the greasy head of his cock against her anus. I got out of the
chair and approached to get a better view.
"When we punish Angela," he said, looking into his daughter's eyes
in the mirror, "should we stop after Jake rapes her virgin cunt?"
Sophie's eyes widened and I watched Bill ease his cock slowly into
his daughter's ass.
"Oh, Gawwwwd," cried Sophie as her father corked her until his
front was fully up against her cheeks, his cock buried in her ass.
He pulled his cock out and paused. "I need an answer Sophie," he
said as he drove his cock to the hilt in one steady thrust. Bill wasn't as
large as I but his cock wasn't small either, and I was pretty sure from
watching Sophie's face that she was feeling this fuck in every nerve in her
body.
"Ohhhh," cried Sophie. "Yes... no, I mean---"
Bill eased his cock back and corked her again, then again. "Tell
Jake and I what you think we should do to punish Angela," he said. Each
time she seemed to catch her breath he corked her again, faster. He was
soon fucking her steadily and I could see his hand wrap around one thigh
and reach for Sophie's sex.
"Oh, God..." said Sophie. "I think Jake... should fuck her... rape
the bitch's cunt... oh.... oh... and you... should.... daddy, you... should...
ahhhhh... fuck her slut ass!"
Sophie came in great gasps and tremors while her father calmly,
steadily fucked her ass. I was amazed that he didn't cum. Instead, he
continued sodomizing his daughter for another ten minutes, cuming at last
when Sophie cried out with her third orgasm of the night.
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