Everyone in this story is 18+ in this story of young lust that turned to young love.
More fun with Linda and family. Book 5.
Pam enters the living room dressed for a movie date, and I see her hands shaking.
I say. "That was Mary; she is looking for the photos; we are hopeful that she finds his stash of photos. Can you be another of my Shield Maidens? You must be brave for your Mom; it's almost over.''
Pam says loud enough. "He fucked with my family. I Fucking Good Sorry, Mom.''
Francis says. "Fucking right, he fucked with my daughter; we will cut his balls off.''
Linda says. "He's still there.''
I say. "Go straight to Bobby's. We will be there to celibate.''
I hear the phone ring, and Pam leaves; it's Mary; she got them! Now it's his turn to lose his power I could not feel sorry for the SOB no mater how hard I tried.
Mary says. "Rick, I'm in the photos. I don't remember at all. He's in them, and so am I."
She cries. "They fell out of the box; they were wrapped in my panties. Did he drug me? I have not seen any of the others!"
One step left to the winner's circle.
I say. "I'll call Uncle Bobby and have him come get you, and I'm not mad at you; how could I be? I'll see you soon.''
Linda calls out. "He is coming to the back door; you have been strong for Pam. Keep doing it; we will hold all of us after.
He knocks on the back door with what sounds like his foot; Francis stands upright with a snarl on her face.
I say. "You're a beaten and abused woman. Act it!''
She slumps and shuffles out. Linda went up to the attic to run the camera thought the hole I cut next to the light. I stand at the door, and I see them in the kitchen. Francis walks into the kitchen wearing stockings, a garter belt, a bustier, and a bright red wig.
She offers him a glass. It's OK; the bottle has the pills. He turns it down, she drinks it, pours another from the bottle, goes to drink it, and Sam grabs it from her knocks this down and drinks another. He knocks back two more. Now we wait. He pushes her down on her knees for something he wants to take from her. I start to come out to stop him, but she waves me off. No, he will not retake her, not as I still breathe.
I go out anyway, walk up behind him, and choke Sam. He becomes unsteady on his feet and falls over shit. She kicked him hard in his balls; that left a mark. I fireman carried Sam to the bedroom to finish the movie. Dropping him on the bed, I checked for a pulse; his was strong and steady.
I say. "Did he use a condom or lube? Or was it just fucking taking what he wanted.''
Francis says. "Taking, but he used a condom; now damn it, give me the lube before I change my fucking mind.''
Handing the lube to her, I say. "I'm joking, but I added hot sauce to the lube last night, the gift that keeps giving. But we won; we have the photos, and he is in them. You don't have to do this, but I don't have the right to stop you.''
A rapid knock on the ceiling tells me Linda will be here in a second.
I say. "OK, Linda says stop; we need to talk."
Linda comes in with the camera and says. "Do we have him in the pics so we don't have to do this?''
I say. "Yes, he's in them. I would be fine with this if we did not have photos, but Francis, you have to sell me that this won't hurt you more if you still want that an Eye for an Eye thing.''
I walked over to Linda, and she said. "Francis has earned the right to a yes or no, but we must stop this now. Do you think she saw herself how she looked in the mirror? Baby, are you as hot as I am right now?"
Francis looks at us and says. "How could you think about that at a time like this?''
Linda walks over, takes her hand, walks her to the mirror, and whispers. "You got to be kidding me; look at you, your nipples are saying hello, and what's dripping down your leg, dear?''
I say. "How could we take a breath and not be turned on seeing you like this? Your whole look changed when you did your victory kick on his nuts.''
Linda waves to move him off the bed, and I lock him in a closet with a chair and return to the room. Linda undoes the strap on the bed and sets it aside. I refused to ask where Linda got it from.
Linda says. "We won't need this; Bob's Big Boy is here to show us how to make love. Would you like to be loved, Francis?''
I say. "My vote is on lovemaking. You are a Mother I like to fuck. You're quite sexy."
Linda says. "Rick is not like him. He won't touch you unless you say, now, Francis, look at him watching us. Does he look mad or crazed to you, or does he look like his touch is soft and loving? After that, you can tell him what you want. He is yours for the next hour; say yes. If you want me to hold your hand while he kisses you, Francis? Do you want me to kiss you, Francis?"
I say. "Do you want us to kiss you simultaneously, Francis?''
We hear a tiny. "Yes.''
We lean in our heads close as two sets of lips kiss hers. A moan is heard, and I move and let Linda have a go as I head to Francis's neck.
I ask. "May I help you out of your things, dear?''
A nod from Francis is a yes. Cause the tonsil hockey is making speech pointless even to try.
I help her out of her top, and Linda undoes the bra and latches on to her breast. I now kiss Francis; she arches her back and moans to the sucking on her nipples. She falls to the bed, her eyes roll back, and she takes a second to focus her eyes as her eyes get lidded.