Chapter 19: Family Affair

Mike Kieffer was a successful lawyer. He’d spent most of his life defending various criminals, usually the more violent offenders. Mike had a family; a wife, Cindy; 44 years old. She was getting pretty big at 270 pounds; not the hottie she’d been ten years ago, that’s for sure. She had been divorced with two kids back then. They’d been married eight years now, and it had been a living hell for Mike. His stepdaughters were Kendra, 16, and Ella, 14. Cindy had become quite the nightmare wife, spending his money on everything she wanted or thought she wanted. She would turn the girls against him if he ever dared to deny them anything. His two step-daughters had nothing but contempt for him as their step-dad. He’d finally had enough of their reckless spending and higher-than-thou attitudes. He’d just served divorce papers on Cindy yesterday; now it was time to teach her kids some manners.

Mike was currently defending two black men, on trial for robbery and possession of a gun by a felon. In his office, they talked about their case; it was a difficult one, no doubt. At one point in the discussion, Mike said to them, “What if I could offer you my free services, as well as an almost guaranteed probation with no jail time?” These two were hardened gang members, but he knew the prosecutor, an old friend from college days in fact, Mike was helping the prosecutor divorce his own wife. He could get this deal done easy.

“Yo, like, what we gotta do for something like that?”

Mike knew gang members- they knew how to keep quiet. He turned off the recorder and the video.

“OK, look. I got this wife, see? Huge pain in my ass for years. I’m leaving her, but I want to teach her two spoiled rotten kids a lesson they won’t soon forget. Kind of a going away present.”

The two hoods, glanced at each other. “Yeah, so? Go on...”

“Every Wednesday night, my wife goes to Casino Night with her fat, slut girlfriends. We got two kids, two girls. One’s sixteen; the other is fourteen. I give you an address; leave the door unlocked; security system turned off.”

They sat there for a bit. Tyrone spoke up. “Uh huh. Place unlocked. Then what?” Something like this, Tyrone knew you had to spell it out. No misconceptions. He leaned back in his chair, liking what he was hearing so far.

Mike leaned across the table and said quietly, “Then you, you know, fuck ‘em. Rape ‘em, do whatever you want with them, just no physical injuries. Just the sex. But...”, he paused.

Mike looked around, then went on. “I get my turn with them, too.”

“Let me get this straight,” Tyrone said, leaning in closer with his brother Terrance. “You want us two niggers to come over to your crib, rape your two white daughters, let you fuck them, then you’ll get us off these charges.” Tyrone looked at Terrance. He chuckled. “So, what’s the catch?”

“No catch. I need two black studs to teach them a lesson, and you need me to get you off these charges. Otherwise, this is like, five years minimum. We got a deal?”

Tyrone looked at Terrance. Terrance nodded. Tyrone said, “Ok, here’s my cell. You text me on Wednesday when the way is clear.”

Mike said, “Ok, good. You got mine. Hey, remember- you can fuck ‘em, but you can’t beat ‘em up.”

They talked it over for a while longer. For Tyrone and Terrance, it seemed too good to be true. Young white pussy plus a top defense attorney. They finally agreed, after they made it clear that if this was some sort of set-up, the Crypts would reach out. He gave them his address. “It gets dark at 5:30. Cindy leaves at 5:00 pm, Wednesday night, then comes home at midnight or so. The two girls will be home alone. I’ll pretend like I have to go back to work around six. I’ll text you when I leave. I’ll come home later. You fuck each bitch once, then it’s my turn. Then, they’re all yours again. I’ll have a ski mask on. Oh, and you gotta film it all.” He paused. No one said anything. He went on. “When you come over, you’ll have until around ten to do what you want.” Tyrone and Terrance discussed a few details, like will they need masks (no); will they need condoms (no).

Mike said, “Kendra, the older one, she’s just sixteen but I know for a fact she ain’t no virgin.” Terrance smiled. “Well, she ain’t never had any big black snake neither!” They all laughed. Finally, Mike said, “Kendra and Ella will be expecting a Mr. Smith to come by to pick up some papers. She’ll open the door.”

Tyrone said, as they stood to leave, “You mind if I bring a couple of friends?” Mike shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t care. Just nothing rough. No punching or anything.”

They all agreed. The game was on. At five o’clock, Cindy drove off to her game night in her new Mercedes E550 convertible. At 5:43, Mike told Kendra and Ella that he had to go to the office. “I’ll be back around eleven,” he said. “If a Mr. Smith comes by, give him these papers by the door. See you girls later.” As usual, they pretty much ignored him while watching TV.

Mike went to the front hallway. He texted Tyrone. “Leaving.” Mike stepped outside, got in his BMW, drove off. Nearby, he stopped, quickly changed clothes. He put on some old gym pants; a t-shirt, checked his ski mask. He got out and walked back home. A black Mercedes SUV was parked there now. His watch said 6:05.

Kendra had just turned sixteen, an eighth-grader at Clarkson Junior High. She stood 5’ 8” tall, weighed 120 lbs. No doubt, the few extra pounds she had were all in the right places. She had amazing breasts for a girl her age; the biggest pair in her class, actually. Not huge, but good-sized for her young age. Cleavage ‘till Tuesday, as they say. The best features, besides the shape of her boobs, were her big, pink nipples. She had learned years ago just how sensitive, and arousing, they can feel when stimulated. Something she did often herself. Kendra didn’t mind letting others stimulate them, either. Her boyfriends, her coaches, even Mr. Richards, her science class teacher. Her butt was round and soft; her legs were nice; she was definitely out of puberty stage now. She had a very cute face, though her blonde hair, below her shoulders, was simply parted in the middle; nothing fancy. Make-up; always perfect. Tonight, she wore her white blouse from school, her new fancy underwear and her short blue skirt. She sat on the couch watching the movie and eating Taco Bell.

Her sister Ella had turned fourteen just last month. She was in the seventh grade at the same school. Like her sister, she was developing early, too. Her breasts were definitely showing, just not nearly as big as her sister’s; yet. Her push-up bras helped that. Ella’s cute little butt was taking on a teen-look for sure, with firm, sexy thighs. She had dark blonde hair like her sister’s, but longer. Ella’s hair was all the way down to her butt now. Make-up, little earrings, her young age definitely made her way cuter than her sister. Tonight, she wore a black top and her short, white skirt with her new panties, reading a book and watching the movie with Kendra.

The doorbell rang. Kendra sighed deeply; got up, went over and answered it. Must be that guy Dad had said was coming by. She opened the door; several black men stood there, scary-looking black men, with dark sunglasses on, gang rags on their heads. Her eyes opened wider. In that instant, one man stepped in, grabbing her throat tight, pushing her back against the wall. The other men came in, moving through the house. Kendra could barely breathe, but he held her forcefully in place. Someone closed the front door. Down the hall, the others found the TV room with a young Ella sitting in a recliner ... Kendra had just managed a very muffled scream, but nothing that could be heard over the TV down the hall. As she started to fight, the second man stepped closer, then punched her right in her stomach. UHH! She doubled over in pain, unable to hardly breathe now; unable to do anything. The man holding her against the wall then forced her down the hall after the other men, dragging her, gripping her head in his arm. Kendra held one arm across her stomach; one hand gripping his dark, muscled arm.

Ella didn’t pay much attention to what was happening in the other part of the house at first. She was watching the movie when she heard footsteps in the hall. She turned, and several black men suddenly walked into the room, the last one dragging Kendra. Kendra was bending over some, struggling to breathe while the big black man had his arms wrapped around her. The TV room filled quickly. One, two, three ... six men, six black grown-ups, were standing in her television room now! Ella had initially jumped up, started asking who are you, what do you want, what are you doing in our house. She backed up to the fireplace, the men surrounding her there. Kendra was struggling some, while Ella, terrified, tried to figure out what the heck was going on. One grown-up walked up to her, then suddenly grabbed her by the neck.

“You keep quiet, girl. Not one fucking word! You got that?!”

Ella struggled to breathe; slightly nodding her head. He eased off, she took a deep breath. He pushed her to the center of the room, made her stand next to her sister. All the men were talking, yelling at them. Both girls were really tearing up, scared to death, neither one yet sure what the heck was going on, who were these guys...

Ella kept sobbing, “Who are you? What do you want? You have to leave...” Kendra finally started to speak too. “You, you can’t stay! You must leave!” Ella cried, eyes wide, shaking, moving next to her older sister. Kendra kept asking, “ ... who, who are you? What do you want?” Ella gripped Kendra’s skirt.

Tyrone and Terrance stood there, looking at the two girls. Fine pieces of young, white meat. Both grinned. They’d brought their crew with them; said it was a reward for their last job. Not one of the six wore a mask; they knew that, to these two rich white girls, they were just a bunch of niggas. Dumb ass bitches can’t tell one brother from another. They’d be more focused on these huge dicks ramming into them. Nobody wore a condom either. They didn’t give a fuck about making a DNA stew.

Tyrone said, “My, my, my; lookie what we got here.”

Terrance whistled. “Oh yeah, two fine looking young ladies.”

Tyrone snapped at them both. “You two shut the fuck up, or I’ll beat the hell out of you both! You understands me?!” he yelled, stepping forward. They both cringed together, shaking, crying, nodding.

One man’s phone got a text. A minute later, the front door opened; a man walked down the hall and into the living room, wearing a black mask, black t-shirt, black gym pants. He gave a thumbs up to the black men.

Tyrone was 19; 6’ 1”, 210 pounds, a lot of muscle, tattoos. Liked to always wear dark sunglasses. Had attitude to spare. Terrance was his brother. At 17, he was 6’ tall, about 230 pounds. He was muscled, but heavier too, ate too much. Both lived up in North City. Both had previous arrests. Both were part of the North City Crypts. The other four ranged in age from 17 to 20. All had tattoos; all had dark sunglasses. All were bigger, taller than both these white chicks.

Terrance started the party. “You, little girl. You do what I says, or I hit your sister right in the face with my fist, you got that?!”

Slowly, Ella said quietly, “Ok, I promise...”

Terrance said, “Good girl. Now, take off your sister’s clothes. Go on, strip her!”

Ella stood there; eyes wide, unable to even comprehend what he had just said. What? He wanted her to, he wanted her to take off Kendra’s clothes? The man yelled again, “Now!” She jumped; the other black man stepped up and slapped Kendra hard across her face. Kendra cried out.

Ella said, “Stop! Stop hitting her! OK, I’ll do what you want.” Shaking like crazy, tears completely blurring her vision, fourteen-year-old Ella turned to her sister and slowly undid her skirt clip, slid the zipper slowly down. She let the skirt start to drop, it did a little. The man yelled again; Ella pushed it with her finger. It slid some more; she pushed again. It dropped to the floor. Her sister’s legs were bare now; her underwear there for all to see. Ella noticed Kendra had on those panties that showed a lot of her butt. Why did she have to wear those tonight? The man yelled. Kendra stepped out of her skirt. As Ella was taking off Kendra’s skirt, Kendra kept begging them, “Please, don’t. Don’t make her do this, please, no. Don’t. I don’t want to. I don’t want to! Don’t!” One man suddenly slapped Ella in her face. Ella backed up, hands to her face. The men were yelling at Kendra to be quiet. Then one man angrily motioned Ella to keep going.

Ella slowly moved in front of Kendra. Kendra stood there trembling a lot. Ella slowly undid her blouse; then slowly she eased it off over her head. Ella stepped back; someone grabbed it from her. Ella knew Kendra had big boobs, and she had that bra on that really made them stand up. Kendra’s breasts were quivering some as she stood there in front of everyone. The man yelled for Ella to keep going.

Ella, hands shaking, slowly took her sister’s lacy panties and slid them down to her ankles. She stood up; Kendra had to step out of them. Her hairy bush was now out there where everyone could see. More yelling. Ella moved behind Kendra, crying, “I’m sorry, Ken, I’m sorry, I’m sorry...” She slowly, very slowly, with a lot of difficulty, finally got the bra strap undone. One black man grabbed her bra and yanked it away.