("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Anger - 3 by Ragsthetiger (ragsthetiger@netscape.net) *** J.L. and Terry take steps to bring Leah into their oddball little family. (M/f+, teens, reluc, inc, v, bd, tor) *** Part III: The process of Adoption "We need someplace with more room than your little apartment." I said for the fifth or sixth time. Terry glared at me, getting ready to launch back into the tirade she'd used the night before. She loved her little student rat hole, her own personal first home since leaving the oh-so-loving and confining prison our parents ran. I stood up, unbuttoned my pants and began undoing the buckle of my belt. I never moved my eyes away from my little sister's. "Don't go getting me pissed off, Baby, unless you're willing to deal with the consequences." The glare melted away, and the beginnings of an evil, wicked little grin began forming on her beautiful lips. "What makes you think that wasn't my plan the whole time?" she leered at me. My own sister leered at me. Can you imagine? "I wouldn't put it past you, lover. But there'll be plenty of time for that later. Right now we have other things to work out and the sooner the better for all of us." I re-buttoned my fly, secured my belt and sat back down. Terry gave me a mock pout. "Oh, fine. Be that way." "Baby, we are going to need more room if Leah's moving in with us. Housing on post for conventional families is damn hard to come by, and I don't think it would be a good idea for the three of us to be living in military housing even if I somehow got to the top of the list. Besides, the three of us living here in a one room apartment is eventually going to cause problems. We need to have some individual space. There will be times when any one, or maybe all three, of us wants to be alone, if only to keep from disemboweling the other two." Terry sighed. Hah! I'd won. That didn't happen very often anymore, what with me living with two females. "Also, there's been a bit of a snag on the adoption front." "What happened?" she was all ears and very serious now. Adopting Leah had become kind of an obsession. "In order to make this a legal adoption, we need one of two things. Permission, in the form of a Power of Attorney signed and authorized by her parents, that grants us full guardianship, or we have to create a complete new identity for her. And a new identity for a fifteen year old is not that easy to arrange, no matter how much money you throw at it. She isn't even old enough for a driver's license. If we give her an adult identity, then that eliminates the reason for adoption." "Hmmmmmm..." Terry was planning. Where I'm a tactician, she's a strategist. "Okay, I see what you're saying. It looks like the only good choice is to get her parents to give us a Power of Attorney." We were sitting in her tiny little living room on the loveseat, me in my desert BDUs, standard work uniform for me during the daylight hours, and Terry in jeans and a cutoff sweatshirt. It was a little after noon; I'd left work to come home and argue with my sister/lover/wife. Out of the bedroom emerged the subject of our current conversation. Leah's shoulder length black hair looked like it had recently been used as a bird's nest. She wore a baseball tee-shirt that hugged her small tits and came down only to her hips. Below the shirt she was as naked as the day she was born. Leah didn't like body hair and took every opportunity to remove what little she had. As she turned into the kitchen, still looking half-asleep, I could see that her tight little ass was bright red. "Well, I can see what you two have been doing while I was off keeping the world safe from democracy." Terry grinned. "She needs it from time to time. It makes her feel clean and lets her know she's loved. You aren't jealous, are you Jerry Lee?" "Hard not to be, the way I've seen you two going at it." "It's not the same kind of love I feel for you, Jerry Lee, it's really more... motherly." Leah came out of the kitchen, a little dribble of milk at the corner of her mouth, stumbled over and plopped her naked ass down on my lap and wiggled about till she got comfortable. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a brief hug and kissed me on the lips, a light, sweet, chaste little kiss. "Morning poppa." She yawned. I hugged her back, one arm around her ribs, one angled down across her back, a hand resting on her naked hip. "It's afternoon now, sweet pea, but good morning to you just the same. Been bad again, huh?" I asked, because by this time I knew she wanted me to. "Yes, but momma spanked me and now I feel better." "I'm glad you feel better. Leah, I need to talk to you about some things you might not want to talk about, but it's important." I could feel her tense up. I caressed her hip gently, lovingly and squeezed her closer to me with my other arm. "It's okay, honey. I won't let anything hurt you. Not even me." "Okay poppa. What things?" she said very softly. "I need to know about your mother and father. Where they live, their names, anything and everything you can think of to tell me about them." I could hear her start to cry, feel her body shake. I rocked her back and forth, holding her close to me and letting her get it out of her system. After about ten minutes the crying tapered off and she began to relax a little. Terry moved closer to me and laid her head on my shoulder. "My family name is DeSoles. My father's name is...Desmond. My mother's name is Rose. My father's brother is Howard. They're all the family I know of. We all lived in the same house, forty miles west of Tillman. Mother is my height, light brown hair, thirty two years old. Daddy is a big man, maybe six foot three, kinda fat but real strong. His hair is black and he is the same age as my mother. He's a farmer. Uncle Howard is as tall as Daddy, but not fat. He's thin and mean. He looks like a younger version of Daddy. I think he's twenty seven." I kept caressing her naked hip while she talked, and every so often I would give her a firm hug or a kiss on the head. "Thank you, sweet pea. That helps a lot. See momma and I have a little problem getting the paperwork completed to permanently adopt you, so I'm going to talk with your folks and get them to sign guardianship of you over to us." "NO! Don't go there, they'll find out where I am and come after me!" she began flailing and thrashing. Holding on to her was like trying to stuff a pissed off bobcat into your front pocket. I ended up having to be a little rougher with her than I wanted to, but it was that or risk serious injury. I latched onto her small body hard with both arms and rolled the both of us off the loveseat onto the floor. I grabbed her wrists in my hands and forced them down hard and pinned her legs by forcing my lower body tight and hard against her and locked my legs around hers, clamping them in place. "LEAH!" I snarled, "Stop this right NOW!" She went limp, her big violet eyes staring up into my pale gray orbs. "I will go and talk with them. They will never, ever find out where you are. Do you understand me? Never... ever. I will not allow them to find you or hurt you. Believe it, little girl. Nobody messes with what's mine. Okay?" There was a pause while she searched my eyes and my face. "Okay. I believe you." "You aren't just saying that 'cause I'm squashing you like a bug?" She giggled, exactly like the young girl she was supposed to be. "No...it feels pretty good." She actually blushed. "I feel really, really safe with you on top of me." I released her arms and unlocked my legs. As soon as I let go, she tilted her hips, wrapping her long lean legs around my hips and her arms around my neck. Now I was the one being secured. I did an awkward pushup and got to my knees. Cupping one bare butt cheek in each hand to help support the added weight I'd just gained, I rose unsteadily to my feet and turned to my little sister who was still sitting on the loveseat. She had an amused smile on her face. "Help!" I said plaintively. "I'm being seduced by a fifteen year old sex kitten." Both of them started giggling, but I could sense a strained, forced feel to Terry's giggles. Leah tightened her grip on my waist, clenching her legs even harder and actually managed to wiggle her ass in my hands. She pulled back her head, sighted on her target and then pressed her lips against mine with a passion I hadn't seen in her since our very first night together. Her hungry lips mashed chewed on mine, her tongue thrust into my mouth and I think went looking for gold fillings to loot. Eventually I had to pull back to get some air. I looked down at Terry. "Do you ever get jealous?" I asked. It wasn't a taunting kind of question. At least I didn't intend it to be. I really did wonder, especially since it was my sweet little sister who introduced a third party into our ménage a` dieux. "Yeah, a little. Why do you think Leah spends so much time getting her ass spanked and reamed? She's been lusting after you like crazy ever since that first night in the Pony, and confessing it to me almost nightly. This little display just now is going to earn her some real sittin' down pain, believe me." Terry grinned wolfishly. I've worn that face a time or two myself, and it didn't bode well for Leah's tight little bottom, which I could feel getting warmer and wetter in my hands. "This is getting sooooo weird." I said. I was playing a tricky game and I had no idea what the rules were. I think Terry and Leah were making them up when I wasn't there and then changing them around while I was asleep. "Yeah," Terry grinned, "and it's just gonna get weirder. Isn't it great?" All I could do was shake my head in surrender. I've never lost a fight, but I can tell when I'm beaten. "Umm, how 'bout a little help here. I need to get back to work." Leah wasn't letting go...in fact she had begun grinding her pelvis against me during my conversation with Terry. My midsection was stained with her secretions. Terry got up and walked around the two of us, examining, murmuring, muttering to herself. "I don't think she's gonna let go till you fuck her." She concluded. Leah was busy licking and kissing my neck and face, but took the time to mumble, "Got that right." Terry got on her knees before me, her head just under Leah's cupped ass, and unbuckled and unbuttoned my BDU pants and lowered them, along with my shorts, to my ankles. My cock was hard and ready. Terry held it steady and aimed for me as I lowered Leah down, gradually sliding inside her wet and warm cunt. "Oh...poppa! Mmmmmmm..." I began a combination of thrusting into Leah and lifting her body and dropping it back down. Terry got up and went into the bedroom. Leah's tongue once again invaded my mouth and an oral battle for supremacy began. My tongue fenced with hers, my teeth made a frontal assault, but failed to capture her. Terry came out of the bedroom, once again wearing only that leather contraption with the monster dildo attached. It gleamed with the oil Terry slathered all over it. Leah's cunt walls gripped my cock tighter and tighter as she tightened her legs around my waist and hips. She was so warm and wet and energetic. Terry came up in front of me, and behind Leah. My little sister grinned her hungry wolf's grin. "Uh-oh sweet pea." I said. "W-what, poppa?" she gasped as I lowered her body down to my waist and thrust my cock deeper into her. "Momma's back and I don't think she's any too happy with you riding my cock." Terry lined up the head of that damn big dick with Leah's wide spread ass and jammed it in. "Auuugghhh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Momma I'm sorry!" she screamed in my ear. I could feel the thick rubber shaft pushing deeper and deeper into Leah's ass, thru the thin membrane that separated her lower intestine from her vagina. Terry and I began to alternate strokes into Leah's body. "Leah." I whispered into her ear. "Hmmmm?" "Play with your clit, sweetie. Make yourself cum. Don't worry about falling. I've got you." She smiled into my neck and gave me a little butterfly kiss. Her right arm released it's strangle hold on my neck and her hand snaked down between our bodies and she began to work her clit. "Oh, oh, oh, oh... I love you poppa. You make me feel so warm and safe. I love you so much." "I love you right back, sweet pea." Terry must have heard some of what we were saying, because she began jabbing that giant rubber dong in and out of Leah's asshole faster and faster and with more than a little anger. Leah began to tighten up and shudder. Her hand worked faster and harder on her clit. When she came, it was hard and loud. "Yeah! YEAH! Ram me, Terry, ram ME! Make it hurt! I wanna feel it HURT! OOoooooo-FUCK!" and she started into spasms that I thought had a real good chance of snapping my spine in two. Terry grabbed her shoulders and used the extra leverage to jam the rubber dick deeper and harder into Leah's tortured orifice. Once Leah stopped shuddering, Terry pulled the dildo out of her with a popping-slurping sound. I lifted her trembling cunt off my cock and set her down on the loveseat to recover. I raised my shorts and pants to my waist and buttoned one button, my hard cock still jutting out, and still ready for action. Terry had removed the strap on harness and tossed it on the floor by the loveseat. I walked over to her and put both hands on her shoulders. I looked hard into her eyes. "We need to have a little talk. Now!" I spun her around fast and pushed her over the blue bean bag chair. Her hands and head were on the rug, her ass raised up in the air. I undid the single button on my pants, pushed them down and climbed between my sister's legs. I took her glorious ass cheeks in my hands and pulled them wide apart, squeezing and pinching, giving each one a hard bite. Then I planted my nose on her anus and drove my tongue in between the folds of her pussy lips deep into her cunt. In and out, in and out, up and down, side to side. One hand let go of a cheek and came up between her spread legs and searched out her rock hard clit and started to pinch and pull. Terry may have groaned, wailed, moaned or screamed. I couldn't hear it. I didn't care if she did or not. I needed to remind her of one simple thing, and this was the quickest, surest way to do it. My tongue got tired quicker than usual, so I got to my knees and replaced my mouth with my cock, jamming into her cunt hard and fast. There was no tenderness, no compassion, just good old fashioned fucking. I wiped my right hand between her legs and around my cock, gathering up what juices I could then smeared them on, in and around her anus, then forced two fingers into her tight little hole and fucked her there too. Something very odd was happening here. I didn't feel calm, or relaxed or at peace. I was getting mad. Really mad. I pulled the fingers out of her anus and with the flat of my hand I smacked her across the upper part of her ass. Hard. Then again, and again and again. I couldn't believe how mad I was, how angry. "I love you, Terry." SMACK! "You're the only one I ever wanted, just for me." SMACK! "You're the one I asked to marry me. Nobody else." I kept slamming my hips against her pussy and ass, and I kept spanking her. "You are not, and will not ever lose me to someone else. Do you understand what I'm telling you?!" I sorta, kinda came to my senses and regained some small contact with the world outside my anger. I could feel little girl hands around my waist trying to pull me backwards. I could feel my sister's body beneath me, shaking with sobs and trembling with... I couldn't tell exactly what. It was a struggle to claw my way up out of the haze of my anger. I stopped hitting her. Bright crimson handprints were blooming across her butt cheeks. I kept stroking in and out of her cunt. I reached down and patted the little hands around my waist. I could finally hear Leah's voice as she pleaded with me to stop. "It's okay, sweet pea. I'm okay. No more hurting." I bent forward and pulled Terry's trembling body up and held her to my chest. We were, once again, as we had been on the first night of our personal reunion; with me cupping her tits and her impaled on my cock and sitting on my lap. I nuzzled her neck and licked her ear. "You don't ever have to worry about me not loving you, or leaving you for anyone else. It. Will. Never. Happen. Okay?" Terry nodded her head, but the tears kept flowing. "Sometimes, a girl just needs a good spanking to make things clear." She said at last thru her tears. Terry wiped her face with shaky hands and then saw Leah out of the corner of her eye. Leah was kneeling by my side and looking about as scared as I've ever seen anybody look. "I'm so sorry Leah," Terry said quietly, "I got carried away with my punishing you. I let my fears and jealousy get the best of me and took it out on you...and I should never have let that happen. That's what Jerry Lee, in his own subtle way, was trying to make me see. I hope you can forgive me." Leah looked very confused. "So, he wasn't going to really hurt you?" "No hon. Poppa didn't do anything to me that I hadn't already done to you, and even then not nearly as harsh. See, I did something really stupid. I got him to care about you the same way he cares about me, and then I became a threat to you. And one thing you never, ever want to do is threaten someone he cares about. I hope you remember this a long, long time. He was protecting you, and trying at the same time to protect me." "Oh, baby." I sighed. "You do insist on playing dangerous games. What if I hadn't stopped? I could have hurt you bad. I nearly did." "No. I know you Jerry Lee. Better than anyone in the world. You would never hurt me, and I know it." "Is that why you keep pushing my buttons?" "Partly. And partly to let you know how much I love and trust you. I know you don't feel things like the rest of us. But I know you feel. And I want you to know that I know, so you won't feel so damn lonely. And that's what all this family stuff is all about. I won't let you go back to being an island." Like I said, my sister is a strategic thinker, and a damn good one, if you want my opinion. "No man is an island..." I pointed out to her, and tweaked a hard little nipple. "...he's a peninsula." I gave her a little pelvic thrust to prove my point and Terry squeaked, like a mouse. I lifted her off of my cock and turned her around to face me. I gave her a deep, passionate kiss and a long lingering hug. "You still owe." I growled. "I know." I pulled my shorts and pants up and headed into the bathroom for a little cleanup. Then I headed out, back to work. As I was leaving I saw Leah and Terry clinging to each other and crying their hearts out. I couldn't make out more than five or six words, but there seemed to be dozens flying back and forth between them. Maybe some good might still come out of this mess, but I had my doubts. Jeezus, it was only Wednesday. By the weekend I had to be ready to make a trip to Tillman. That was gonna be fun. And expensive. *** By Friday night I had acquired everything I thought I might need for my trip to see Leah's family. Using some fake ID of my own I rented a car for the weekend, I'd gotten a guardian's Power of Attorney from a local law office and had several copies made. I had a small gym bag stuffed with a few well chosen hand tools that got tossed onto the floor of the passenger side. A second bag that ended up next to the hand tools contained some... restraints. After the Pony closed for the night, I took the girls home in the truck, tucked them in to bed, left the keys on the kitchen countertop and headed out to the rental car. The drive to Tillman was too long and too boring to describe. So I won't bother trying. Using the directions I got from Leah and the internet I found her family's house round about six in the morning. I was wearing my second best all black outfit, including a nice worn set of steel toed combat boots. I just love steel toed boots (except in the cold...you really do not want to wear steel toed shoes in weather below forty degrees. Unless, of course, you've got a vendetta going against your toes.). So I did a bit of scouting. Leah said her father was a farmer, and this was definitely a farm. But from what I could see he wasn't very good at it. The place was run down and desperately in need of general repairs. Everything looked overgrown and unpainted. The farm was pretty isolated; surrounded on all sides by either wooded areas or fields. I estimated that the nearest neighbor was more than a mile down the road. Good enough for what I might end up needing. I went back to the rental car, climbed in and drove up the road and into the driveway of the DeSoles' farm. Before getting out I took one item from the hand tool bag and put it between the small of my back and my belt and I put one other smaller, but heavier, item in my front pocket. Folder with legal papers in hand I got out of the car and went to meet the folks. The sun was nearly clear of the horizon and it looked to be a bright, sunny day. For the kind of work I might have to do, gray and overcast would be better. A raging thunderstorm would be even better... but you can't have everything. I knocked on the front door. Three times, hard. I could hear loud stomping sounds coming towards the door. The door was flung open by a very large man who pretty much filled the doorway. Easily six three, maybe taller, he wasn't wearing a shirt, just worn work pants; the kind that garage mechanics usually have on. He must have gotten heavier since Leah had seen him last, because if he weighed less than two hundred and seventy I'd eat the difference. His hair, what there was left, was a mess and his face looked a lot older than early thirties. "Desmond DeSoles?" I asked. "Yeah?" The man's voice was deeper than mine, very gruff and raspy. I imagined he was a chain smoker. "I'd like to talk to you about your daughter Leah." "She ain't here. Ran away almost a year ago." "Yes, I know." When I said that his eyes got narrow and his prematurely wrinkled face took on a nasty appearance. "You know where my little girl is?" "Yes." "Tell me so's I can bring her home where she belongs." I smiled a little half smile that never made it as far as my eyes. Reading this guy was like reading the words on the page of a book. He was so transparent it was laughable. "No, I don't think I'll do that, not just yet anyway. Can I come inside so we can discuss the matter?" He was suspicious and he was wondering just how much I knew about what had made Leah run away in the first place. "Okay, 'come on in." Desmond moved to the side and allowed me to step in, then closed the door behind me, probably harder than he intended. It boomed like thunder in the tight hallway. He led the way to their living room or parlor or whatever the hell they called it. The décor was like something out of a 40's horror film. It looked musty and smelled worse. Desmond gestured to a chair and I took a seat while he dropped his bulk into an old wingback chair and put his feet up on an ottoman. "What do you want?" he snapped out. "I want you and your wife to sign over guardianship of Leah to me and my wife." I said. I removed a single copy of the Power of Attorney from the folder I was carrying and handed it across to him. He gave me a look, trying to decide just what the hell I was up to. Some people are unwilling to believe that the rest of the world might not have a hidden motive. I can understand that point of view. I tend to be the same way. But in this instance, I meant every word of what I'd said. That was all I wanted. I could tell he didn't believe me. "Blackmail? Is that your game mister?" I leaned forward and looked the big man right in the eyes. "Desmond, I know what you and your brother did to Leah. I know why she ran. I'm giving you a chance to do something decent for your child. I don't want money, and I'm not going to go to the police. Sign the papers and you'll never see or hear from me again as long as you live." He grunted, and still looking me in the eyes, tore up the papers I'd handed him. That's why I made copies. Hey, I tried the simple and direct approach and it didn't work. I hadn't really expected that it would. So on to plan B. I reached behind me and pulled out the 8oz ballpeen hammer and hit Desmond right above the forehead with the rounded side. He went out with a slight dent in his skull. I went back out to the car and brought in the two bags from the passenger side. From the restraint bag I removed a regulation set of police handcuffs and locked the unconscious Desmond's hands behind his back after rolling him face first onto the floor. The guy was a wale. Two heavy duty nylon tie-wraps secured his feet together. Then I went and searched the house. Two people were unaccounted for. I found them upstairs in a large bedroom. The woman, who looked a bit like an older version of Leah, was face down on the big four poster bed, her nightgown hiked up past her hips, her panties down around her ankles. On his knees, straddling the woman's bare ass, was a thinner version of Desmond and he was driving his big dick in and out of her ass with mechanical precision, but no style or feeling. The woman was quiet and unmoving. She just lay there and took it. Her head turned towards the open door where I was standing and she shuddered. She tried to get Howard's attention by lifting an arm and pointing it at me, but Howard was intent on what he was doing. I moved closer to the pair, keeping out of Howard's peripheral vision. When I got in range I said quietly, "Imagining she's Leah, aren't you Howard?" That got his attention. Howard jerked around, lashing out with a long muscled arm. I ducked under his wild swing and hit him at the base of the skull with the hammer. He fell forward hard, pinning the woman beneath him. Back downstairs to get more restraints, then back upstairs to tie up Howard. I moved him enough to get Rose's hands behind her and secured with a pair of cuffs. Howard wasn't so lucky. I used nothing but tie- wraps on him. I pushed Rose in front of me while I lugged Howard over my shoulder. Down the stairs we went and into the living room. I dumped Howard next to his brother and told Rose to sit in the wingback chair Desmond had occupied earlier. I sat in the chair I'd been in while talking to Desmond, and explained what I wanted to Rose. "You want us to sign Leah over to you and your wife?" "That's right." "Why?" I thought for a moment. How could I explain any of this to a woman who didn't appear to have the tiniest bit of mother-love in her? "The simple answer is that my wife loves Leah and wants to protect her from people like you, your husband and brother-in-law. I love Leah and I've decided that she belongs to me. I don't expect you to understand what that means, but what it comes down to is that I protect what's mine. I'm here to protect Leah and keep her safe." "You're nuts!" she spat at me. "Yeah, my shrink says the same thing. I hardly ever listen to him, so don't feel too bad if I ignore you as well." I stood and went to see how the two sleeping beauties were doing. I slapped Desmond across the face a couple of times. He groaned a little, but started coming around. I did the same for Howard. He must have had a harder head than his brother, 'cause he took less time to regain his senses. "Gentlemen, welcome back to the land of the living. Enjoy all the sensations, and revel in the glory that is life!" I was sounding like a damn revival meeting preacher. "Because, Desmond, Rose, if you two don't sign my legal papers...I'm going to butcher the lot of you." Desmond began cursing, Howard began thrashing around and Rose just looked frightened. "Hey, I understand. I surely do understand. You doubt my veracity. I asked Desmond here to sign and he didn't believe me when I said that was all I wanted. Rose didn't believe me when I told her why I wanted her to sign the papers. You don't know me, so you doubt my intentions and you doubt my word." I went to the bag of hand tools and pulled out a long folded up jackknife. Not so much a jackknife, it was a long bladed fillet knife used by fishermen. Very handy. I flipped the long thin blade out and it locked open. "I'm going to show you just good my word is," I said conversationally. I bent over the body of Howard and wrapped my hand tightly around his limp dick and pulled it up tight. Howard squealed like a little girl. I looked down at Desmond. "You know where I found your brother and your wife, don't you? I found them up in your bedroom. Your brother was butt-fucking your wife. He was so busy dreaming that her ass was Leah's that he never heard me coming." One swipe of the thin sharp knife and most of Howard's dick was in my hand and no longer attached to his body. Howard screamed and thrashed and bled like a stuck pig. Rose screamed and fainted. I dropped the severed dick on Desmond's back. I went to the restraint bag and took out a thin tie- wrap and made it into a loop. I put the loop around the nub of what was left of Howard's dick and pulled it tight. The blood stopped flowing, but Howard didn't stop screaming for a few more minutes. I slapped Rose back to wakefulness, then walked over and kicked Desmond in the ribs. I heard at least one crack. "Do you stupid fuckers believe me now? I will do what I have said I will do. I will skin your brother alive in front of you, and I'll keep him alive for the entire weekend so he can drive you insane with his screaming and pleading for death. And once he's finished, I'll start in on Desmond." I looked at Rose. "Will you sign the papers?" She nodded yes. I took a second copy out of the folder and put it in front of her. "Right or left handed?" I asked. "Right," she mumbled. I removed the right cuff, but kept a tight grip on the links, just in case. I handed her a pen and she slowly signed her name where I told her to. I also had her back date her signature by two weeks. "Thank you Rose. I want you to know that Leah will be safe, protected and loved. She'll have everything she needs to be happy. I promise." I might have imagined it, but I thought I caught a hint of a satisfied smile on her tired face. I re-cuffed her and went to deal with Desmond. I sat down beside the big man. "So, Des, buddy... are you ready to sign the papers?" "Fuck you!" "Yeah, yeah, fuck me. Do you hear this Howard? Your brother cares so much about you that he's willing to let me skin and fillet you like a trout. Maybe he'd respond better to a more personal threat." I took a tight grip in what was left of Desmond's hair and forced his head around to face me. "Sign the papers Desmond." He grunted and tried to spit at me. I took the thumb of my right hand and put the nail up against the bridge of his nose. Very slowly I pushed the thumb towards his wide open eye. He could see it coming, but didn't believe I'd actually do it. I forced my thumb into his eye socket very, very slowly, curled it behind the soft orb and hooked around the optic nerve and drew it out, nice and easy. Desmond shrieked and pleaded and cried. I left the eye lying on his cheek. "Sign the papers." I said. Desmond signed, once I uncuffed his writing hand, also back dating as Rose had already done. "Now was that so hard?" I said patting him on the head after I re-cuffed him. I tucked the Power of Attorney back into the folder and took it out to the car. I then went back into the house to clean up the mess. *** Sunday evening I dropped off the rental car and caught a taxi home. All I had with me was the folder with the Power of Attorney inside. The bags I'd taken with me on the trip and their contents had long since been disposed of. I opened the door of the apartment, stepped in closed and locked it, flipped on the lights and what to my wondering eyes did appear? The loveseat had been moved off the wall and into the center of the living room, facing the door. Two bare naked girls kneeled on the cushions, leaning over the back, their sweet, round feminine asses stuck out at me. Not the worst sight to be confronted with upon returning from a weekend business trip. Then I noticed what I had been meant to notice. The tattoos. Matching tattoos on the small of the back of each girl, just above their wonderfully bare butts. One pear shaped and unnaturally symmetrical, and one hard, tightly muscled and heart shaped; both displaying what I had come to think of as 'My mark'. The two balls of fire. I put the folder down on the kitchen counter top, went into the bedroom and took off my clothes. I came back out, looking into the smiling faces of my girls. I went to Leah first and kissed her happy little face. "I like your tattoo, sweet pea." "Thank you poppa!" she gushed. I then swung over to my sweet little sister and gave her a long passionate kiss. "Congratulations, baby... we are the proud legal guardians of a fifteen year old girl." "No problems?" she whispered in my ear softly so Leah couldn't hear. "Everything went pretty much as expected. It's all been taken care of and tidied up." She purred as I ran a hand over one of her delicious breasts. "You do good work Mr. Lewis." "Thank you, Mrs. Lewis. Now... I believe someone here is still owed a bit of punishment." Terry's eyes lit up with an eager sparkle. Leah giggled into her hands. "Mom-ma's in trouble!" she chanted. I squeezed my hand tightly over the tit I had been fondling till my sister moaned loudly from the pain. "Where is that damn strap on?" I asked. Terry gasped and squirmed as I increased the pressure on her tit. I reached down and took hold of its twin and began applying pressure to it as well. "I put it in the night stand by the bed." Terry finally managed to get the words out. "Leah, be a dear and go get it for me?" My eyes drilled into my sister's. "Okay, poppa." She jumped off her perch on the loveseat and dashed into the bedroom. Terry drew my head close to her and kissed me hard. Then she pulled back a bit and brushed the side of my face. "This is gonna be painful, isn't it?" "Very painful, I think. But it's deserved, don't YOU think?" She nodded her head. "Yes, it's deserved. I caused you a great deal of pain. I only had the best intentions, but... I'm so sorry Jerry Lee." I kissed her again, gently, softly. Lovingly. "Leah needs to learn that punishment is for things actually done, not for things thought of or imagined. And she needs to learn that love, and the good feelings that can come from loving, don't have to have pain and suffering at their core." I released my death grip on her tits and walked around to the front of the loveseat and the back of my wife. I just love Terry's ass. I find it so beautiful and exciting. I spread my palm out and laid it across as much of both her cheeks as I could cover and just enjoyed the touch of her warm firm flesh and skin. "And you, my beloved little sister, my lover, my wife... you need to learn to trust in my love for you. Learn to trust in me." I pulled back my hand and brought it down across both cheeks, the impact sent ripples thru her body and created a crack like that of a bullwhip. "Oowwwwww!" Lean emerged from the bedroom, the assembly's big dark dildo nestled between her firm breasts, the harness bouncing against her taut belly. She stepped up to me and held the monster dildo out. I took it from her and smiled. "Thanks sweet pea. Why don't you sit down next to Momma? There are some things we need to talk about and we can do that while I punish her." "Okay." Her voice was a little hesitant and small. I examined the harness to see how it adjusted, and when I was satisfied I understood how it worked I started making changes. "First things first. Terry and I are now your legal guardians. Actual adoption would be very difficult, if not impossible, so we agreed that this was the best way to go. There's still plenty of time, so in a year or so, if you want, we can still try for a formal adoption. That will be up to you. And no matter what you decide, it won't change our feelings for you one bit. Okay?" "Okay," Leah smiled warmly. "Kay... second, you can call me J.L., or Jerry Lee in public. In private, by which I mean at home, you can call me poppa and Terry momma, if you want to, but you don't have to. Okay?" She was positively beaming now. "Okay poppa." I looked down and concentrated on attaching the strap on harness around my hips, positioning the device so that the big rubber dick was directly above my own much smaller cock. I tightened up the straps around my waist and between my legs. Damn I felt funny standing there with two cocks sticking out. I looked over to Leah, and struck a pose. She started giggling something fierce. Terry looked back over her shoulder and saw what I'd done and gulped loudly. "Holy shit!" "Leah, would you go and get me the baby oil from the bathroom?" "Yes poppa!" and off she went. I walked around to the back of the loveseat and up to the beautiful face of my lover. "Not quite a three-peckered tomcat, but still pretty impressive, huh?" I asked. "Just what are you planning, you evil man?" "Guess," I leered my best villainous leer. She shuddered, but I could tell she was getting excited. I could smell her dampness; feel the goose bumps lifting all over her exposed skin. "Is Leah on the Pill?" "Yeah, I fixed her up at the Planned Parenthood clinic a couple of months back." "Good. Next comes the tough part, clipping her wings and getting her to accept it," I sighed. "Do you want me to tell her?" Terry offered. "No. She has to learn that discipline can come from either of us." Leah came bouncing back into the living room, a half empty bottle of baby oil in her hands. She handed it to me and returned to her place on the loveseat next to Terry. I turned towards Leah and the rubber dick began swaying back and forth. "You know that I love Terry, don't you Leah?" Leah nodded her head. "You've seen what I'll do to protect her?" Again she nodded. "Do you think I would do those things to protect you?" "Yes, I think you would." I nodded. "That's why I'm going to punish Terry. She hurt you, not because you deserved to be hurt, but because she felt threatened." I turned back to Terry. "Open up!" I commanded. Terry opened her mouth as wide as she could and I inserted the giant rubber dick into her waiting orifice. "Now suck it!" Terry reached forward with both hands and grasped the shaft of the dildo and started bobbing her head up and down on the monster. "Leah, next week will be your last working at the Pony, or any other strip club. You will be going back to school as soon as I can get you registered and you will get good grades and you will graduate." "But, I like working at the Pony! And I make really good money too." "Leah, I don't give a damn if you like working there or not. You are fifteen years old and you belong in school, not prancing around naked in public. This is not a subject for discussion. This is the way things are going to be. Do you understand me?" Leah put on a pout, but I felt that deep down she was pleased at the way things were working out. Of course that might have just been wishful thinking on my part. I gave my hips a thrust, forcing more of the rubber dong deep into Terry's mouth. She grunted, working hard on getting as much of the dildo down her throat as she could. Her lips were stretched out to an obscene distance and shape as she worked the soft jelly-like shaft. Saliva dripped from her distended lips down her chin and onto the carpet at my feet. "One last thing. Sex. I'm sure that Terry has explained to you that I don't FEEL things in the same way that most other people do. I don't have what's called a conscience. I never feel guilt or remorse or much of anything actually." "She told me." "Yeah, well... the problem is that you are still a child in the eyes of the law. However..." Leah opened her mouth a little as if to say something, but I cut her off. "...let me finish, sweet pea." She shrugged and nodded. "I also know that you have far too much sexual experience to ever go back to being an innocent teenager, if such a creature actually exists. I'm not going to try and put a chastity belt on you. But I want you to understand something. And this is really, really important." I pulled the monster dildo out of Terry's mouth and replaced it with my cock. I held the rubber dick up against my belly and began to lube it with the baby oil. "Leah, you don't have to have sex with anyone if you don't want to. That means blowjobs, handjobs or anything else. The choice is yours. If anyone tries to make you do anything you don't want to, you tell me right away. Understand me?" "I understand." She said, but looked kind of puzzled. "Does that mean I CAN have sex if I want to?" "Yes, honey, it does." "What if I want to fuck Terry? Or you?" "You don't have to fuck us to make us love you, Leah. If we never have sex again, we will still love you and take care of you. We're family." "Okay. But what if I WANT to?" She was very persistent, my little ward. "Then we'll work something out." "Alright!" she cheered and jumped up, ran around the loveseat and gave me a hug and kiss. And while her tongue was in my mouth one of her little hands ran down my back, came to rest on my ass and she squeezed one of my cheeks. "Okay, okay...back to you're seat, you little vixen," I said at last. I took my cock out of Terry's loving mouth and walked back around to her protruding ass. I took the head of the now well lubed rubber dong and began running it up and down the crack of her ass, getting as much of the oil in and around her anus. "Have you ever used this thing on yourself, baby?" "No," she said weakly. "I got it for Leah to practice sucking on and then eventually I started using it to fuck her." "Well, this will be the final performance for this thing. It gets trashed after tonight. No more using fucking as a punishment. If either of you wants or needs pain, there are other ways. Fucking should be fun." "I vote we get rid of it now," Terry said hopefully. "Not just yet," I said and began pushing the head of the big dark dick up her ass. "Jerry Lee! It hurts, stop it! Please!" Terry cried. I pushed harder, feeding the dildo in a little at a time, and drizzling baby oil down her ass crack. Terry began weeping, sobs wracked her body. Leah got to her knees and held my little sister, stroking her hair and face and kissing her shoulders. "Jerry Lee, please, no more... I can't take anymore," she cried between clenched teeth. "Leah took nearly the whole length inside her on more than one occasion, didn't she?" Terry's body shook and her sobbing and weeping continued. I kept feeding her anus the rubber dick a bit at a time. After about ten minutes I'd gotten close to seven inches into her ass. I could feel the head of my own cock starting to rub against her wet and trembling cunt lips. A big grin spread across my face. I began rubbing my hands up and down Terry's back, going from her shoulders all the way down to the swelling tops of her ass cheeks and then back, trying to loosen up and relax the muscles. I positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy and holding her hips in both hands, drove forward as hard as I could, shoving my cock deep into her hot, wet cunt, and the dildo all the way up into her anal passage. Terry screamed in anguish. One man, double penetration; I felt like a god. I took one hand off my sister's hip and slid it down to her hairless slit and began rubbing her clit in time with my dual thrusts into her cunt and ass. After about three minutes of this triple attack, Terry's crying slackened and her breathing quickened into little pants. She began pushing her ass back against my thrusts. "...sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry..." she kept saying between panting and moaning and groaning and grunting. "I know, baby girl. I know. All is forgiven. All is forgotten. It's time to move on." I told her. "Oh god it hurts... it hurts..." "Leah, be a dear and go into the kitchen and get me the butcher knife from the block." "Yes, poppa." There was a brief hesitation, and then, "Poppa, I think she's had enough. Please stop." "What's the longest you had this thing inside you?" I asked her. Leah dropped her head and her shoulders sagged. "'s not the same. Terry's only ever had you in her butt before and only once. I had my uncle doing that to me since I was fourteen when I got my first period. He's nearly as big as that rubber thing, so I was used to it." "I see. Do you think she's learned her lesson? I mean REALLY learned her lesson?" "Yes." She looked up into my eyes and pleaded with me. "Please, please stop." I nodded. "Okay, sweet pea. Go get the knife, then get me a nice hot washcloth." "Thank you, Jerry Lee." She took off for the kitchen at a run. I stopped thrusting in and out of Terry and took hold of her hips once again. Very slowly, carefully, I eased the big dark dildo back and out of her anus. Once it was fully out I eased her down off her knees and onto her side where she curled up into a fetal position and was very quiet. I stood up and removed the damn dildo and its holster. Leah came back with the knife then took off for the bathroom. I held the rubber dong up and looked at it. Then I started slicing it into segments like I would a cucumber. By the time Leah got back, it was gone, even the harness was cut up and all the bits gathered up in a wastebasket. I took the washcloth, nice and hot, and applied it to my little sister's still slightly gaping anus. She moaned softly at the heat. As gently as I could I wiped her from the lower lips of her pussy all the way to the top of her ass crack. "One more please, Leah." Leah took off. I eased Terry out of her curled up position and had her stretch out flat on her belly as much as possible, her shins resting up against one arm of the love seat. When Leah came back with the second hot washcloth I rolled it up and tucked it between my sister's magnificent butt cheeks so the heat pressed firmly against her wounded asshole. I knelt on the floor beside her and kissed her back, rubbed her shoulders, massaged her legs and butt cheeks. "I do love you, little sister," I murmured as I kissed the back of her neck. "Sure got a funny way of showing it sometimes," she groused at me faintly. "Yeah, I know. Sorry about that," I said. "But you're not sorry, are you?" "Nope. Not even a little bit." "I forgive you." "Thanks. By the way, I think you should stop stripping too." "We could really use the extra money." "Yeah, I know. But I'd rather have less money coming in and feel more secure about the women I love. You can still go to school, Leah WILL go to school, we can still rent a house and I'll sleep easier at night if I have deploy for any length of time." "Is that an order?" "No. I won't make you quit. I'm just saying I'd feel better if you would." "Okay... on one condition." "What?" "Never, ever put anything bigger than your cock in my ass ever again!" "Deal." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 39