This is Chapter 2 in a story of family, sex, violence, heroism and love. For my readers who noticed the Jane/Jean dilemma, let me say that the subconscious attention to fact gummed up the works a little; Aunt Jean it is! Indeed some portions of our story has its roots in fact, nevertheless this is a work of fantasy and fiction. I hope you'll enjoy it, don't hesitate to comment and make suggestions. Thanks for reading; don't forget to vote, it helps me judge the success of the story.
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While I cleaned up the table I thought, 'God save me if mom found cum on her table.' There was a profoundly different air in my home with dad off working in Chicago. I'd never imagined that my mother, the woman who had a spine of steel, disliked bad language and had high expectations of me ... yes that woman ... that she would pat the head of my dick like the neighbor's dog.
Really, what the fuck was goin' on? It was a mystery that's for sure. Then I thought about Aunt Jean and how wonderful she looked naked and what might happen today - I threw on clean jeans and t-shirt and shoved my feet into flip-flops; I couldn't wait to get there!
Grabbed my bike and headed up the hill and through the country to Jeanie's place. Yeah, I know, 19 and no car. Well cars cost plenty of money and it was a really small town. Anyway, I remember turning into her driveway and seeing a dirty old white van. It struck me as funny, out of place, when I got close enough to read the side panel I felt certain something was wrong.
It was just weird, the lettering on the side panel said Ajax Plumbing, "Your friendly, reliable plumber!" and then there was a Chicago address. Aunt Jean would never use a Chicago plumber; there are two plumbers in town and they're both darn good. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I dropped the bike on the grass and rushed up to the house ... and then I heard it. It sound like a fight, there were muffled screams and the sound of men laughing. I kicked off my flip-flops and went quietly into the kitchen, through the living room, past the game room and down the hall. Peeking into the master bedroom I saw Jeanie and Sophie naked, their hands were duct taped together and then roped up through the big carved wooden headboard. Each of their legs were tied with a rope to the opposite bed post of the king-size bed spreading them wide.
The two men were wearing t-shirts and nothing else. One was a tall dirty blonde guy about my height and the other was much shorter probably not as tall as Sophie but he was big, lots of muscles. The short one looked like he could be a defensive lineman on any pro football team while the blond was long and skinny with big knobby hands.
The short one, I would later learn his name was Romero, was busy shoving his cock in Sophie's mouth and slapping her real hard, I could see finger marks on her reddened cheeks. The blonde was trying to force Jeanie roll somehow, I think he wanted to fuck her in the ass but she was fighting him calling him a rotten bastard cocksucker and lots more.
Looking back on it, I should have called the Sheriff or gotten a gun or something, but I was young, scared and out of my mind with fury. I launched myself across the room into the blonde guy. I knocked his ass across the bed into the other one. They looked completely stunned to see me, but only for a second.
"Get the bastard Romy!"
The short one, Romy, moved like lightening across the bed and on top of me. During my freshman and sophomore years in high school I was on the wrestling team that kept him from killing me right away. He was really strong and quick. He hit me repeatedly in the time it took me to cover up; I managed to use my legs pushing against him so that I was able to twist away. My movement tripped him and he fell sideways into the bedside table. It was one of those metal and glass affairs made for looks not stability.
As he was falling the tall one jumped off the bed and tripped over him. The table broke to pieces and somehow Romy managed to fall straight into a large shard of the broken glass top. He began screaming right away. This seemed to panic the blond who immediately pushed himself away from his brother who was bleeding all over the place.
The blond, whom Romy called Dee, managed to get to his feet at the foot of the bed. His face had gone white and then he focused on me. I was busy trying to get to my feet when he rushed me. When he slammed into me I was able to get my arms around his neck and clamp down. When I was on my high school wrestling team, I was told this was a sure fire way to choke a guy out; but it didn't seem to be working. He was pounding his fists into my body and slamming elbows everywhere. I figured if I let go he'd kill me so I held on like death and after what seemed like a very long time, he began to weaken and finally passed out.
When he went completely limp, I pushed him and saw Romy was lying on his back next to the bed with his eyes open; he was very still. I immediately began working on the rope knots finally managing to free Jeanie's legs. I saw a kitchen knife on the dresser, grabbed it and sawed through the duck tape that secured her hands. Jeanie immediately threw her arms around my neck, "Thank God you came! Oh God I love you so ..."
"Jeanie, let me go. I got to get Sophie loose," that seemed to calm her and I was able to cut through Sophie's ankle ropes and then her hands. I tossed the knife on the bed as I worked the ropes off her ankles when I heard a grunting slapping sound.
Jeanie was straddling Dee naked, she looked like an Amazon warrior princess as she slammed the knife into his back, "Rotten son-of-a-bitch, you miserable piece of shit ..." I rushed over and grabbed her arm taking away the knife.
"Stop Jeanie, stop now, I got you, it's gonna' be alright." I could hear her ragged breath rushing in and out as she stood shaking beside his body.
I threw the knife across the room and turned back to Sophie. She lay quietly, white as a sheet as tears streamed from her eyes. I worked my arms under her; lifted and carried her out of the bedroom to the living room gently sat her on the big grey sofa.
"Sophie you rest right here, I got you now, nobody will hurt you. Stay here OK?" She looked up at me and smiled a sad little girl smile and nodded. With that I ran back to the bedroom where I found Jeanie kicking Dee in the balls. She had managed to turn him over and was busy kicking him over and over. I put my arms around her and held her tight.
"Jeanie, you can stop now, he's not gonna' every bother anybody again; come on now let's go be with Sophie she's hurt." She looked at me and began to cry. I just scooped her up and carried her to the living room sitting her down next to Sophie.
"You guys stay right here OK?" Back in the bedroom I went looking for something they could wear. In the big walk-in closet I found a soft grey silk robe and a blue cotton robe. I decided they would do the trick suddenly realizing I had to call the Sheriff.
I heard Dee moaning so I figured he was still alive. Romy was way too still, so I guessed he was dead, 'Tough shit' I thought.
I got them both dressed in the robes, went to the kitchen and called the Sheriff.
While we waited Jeanie had me get Sophie's clothes from the kitchen and put them in a paper bag and then put together a similar bag for her. When I brought the bags to the living room she smiled at me speaking in a soft sad voice, "Jimmy we were going to surprise you, but then they came. Those bastards called Bill and told him to bring $ 100,000 by tomorrow night or they would cut the girls throat first and then they'd kill us. They just laughed when they talked to him, said maybe they'd fuck one of us to death just for fun. Told him he might want to hurry ..." she took a deep breath.
"Oh Jimmy, I thought we were gonna' die. I was so scared and then you saved us ..." she was holding Sophie's hands as she talked. Suddenly I realized the kids were missing, "Where are the kids?"
Sophie looked up at me, "Sleep over at Church." Her voice was soft and sad. I just nodded and kissed her on the forehead and went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, I figured it would be good for them.
While it perked I went back to check on Dee, his eyes were open but he wasn't moving, "You alive, you piece of shit?" I asked. He tried to talk but only made a croaking sound, 'fuck'um,' I thought.