Chapter 104: Family Time

Roger and Thelma Smithers lived on a farm in the southern part of Arkansas. Roger was forty years old. Thelma was his younger sister, 34 years old. Thelma had issues, mental health issues. However, being poor and living on only what a few cows could bring in, Roger couldn’t afford any of the care she truly needed. For the most part, she just walked around the house cleaning, cooking, not really aware of what was going on most of the time.

Now Roger had these two brothers, Ronnie and Earl. Ronnie and Earl lived on government checks in a shack in the far corner of the farm, on the other side of the hill. Ronnie was 38, Earl was 36. Now these three put together couldn’t outsmart a kindergarten student. But Ronnie had gotten a computer a few years ago and knew just enough about it to use it for his own schemes. Ronnie was always dreaming up these elaborate schemes, usually involving getting laid. Of course, none of them ever amounted to anything. Ronnie kept trying, for he hadn’t been laid in years.

Ronnie met a guy on a chat site who could create a fake business online. The fake business Ronnie wanted was a child adoption business, working from the central United States in rural farm country. They started a fake business, called Countryside Adoption. Roger and Thelma were listed as the two owners. The idea was that they ran this new adoption center, and were looking for children to help find homes for in the Midwest.

Most places would have lengthy processes and procedures for them, processes they couldn’t do. But Ronnie figured he’d stick to big city, downtown adoption homes. Chicago. St Louis. Cleveland, Atlanta. These places were often overcrowded, never having enough money and more than willing to send some of their kids to a different home, with little background checking. Especially a small home in the Midwest countryside.

Ronnie and Earl told Roger about their scheme, and being dumb as a donkey, Roger went along. It took several contact attempts, but then one day they got a call from the Children’s Homeless Shelter #43 in Los Angeles County. Could they take two of their older ones and find them a home in the Midwest? They discussed details. Two teenage girls, 14 and 15. Both from troubled homes, in need of someplace away from L.A. to live. Earl promised them they would do their best, and in fact already knew a few families that may be interested. The home put the two girls on a bus to New Orleans. At least, that’s where they thought they were going. The fake business was in New Orleans, but the boys would drive down and get the girls at the bus depot. The call came on Tuesday. The girls would arrive on Friday. Holy shit.

The boys couldn’t believe it. That had gone way too easily. “I told you so!” said Ronnie. “I told you we’d find a place desperate enough to do this!” Earl laughed. “And they don’t give a damn what happens to them girls now. They got bigger problems of their own!” Roger added, “These two be ours, all ours.”

Then Earl asked, “What about after?” They looked at each other. Roger said, “Well, I’ll go see that guy at the bar, that biker guy. Maybe he has an idea.” Good enough.

The three got the shack ready and then on Friday they drove to the New Orleans Greyhound Terminal. There, they saw two young girls get off the bus, holding suitcases, carrying a big envelope.

Earl went over, asked if they were Mary Leone and Kathy Simmons. They said they were. “Follow me,” he said and turned. They followed him to the front entrance, then two other men joined them, walked behind them to a pick-up truck. Mary asked, “Hey, are you guys like gang members or something?” Kathy laughed, “Yeah, you look like bikers,” she sneered. Earl thought, ‘great, two with attitude’. Earl just told them to get in back and sit down. Then very friendly-like he smiled, “Don’t worry. This place is much better than the last place you were at. You’re gonna like it here a lot. Don’t you worry none.”

On the way home, the boys couldn’t believe what they had. First, the hair-brained scheme had actually worked! That was amazing! And now, now they had these two honeys! For as long as they wanted! Holy shit! They kept looking back. Both girls looked younger. They guessed early to mid-teens. Both were about medium height. Both were thin, but not too thin. At least, they didn’t seem like it. They wore very baggy clothes. One had brown hair, shoulder-length. The other was a blonde, with longer hair.

The boys hadn’t had a girl since they raped that kid two years ago, coming home from the bar. She was only 11 years old though, so there was more anal than pussy fucking going on that night. Now though, now they had something better. This plan had better work...

They drove for miles, down seemingly endless country roads. The two girls sat in the back, wondering what the new place would be like. The place they’d just left, back in Los Angeles, was a hell hole. Anything would be better than that place.

Mary Leone was fifteen years old. She’d been in 9^th grade when her parents died in a car accident. They didn’t have any living relatives, so she had ended up being sent to St. Luke Adoption Center. There, you just sat and waited, waited to see if anyone would adopt you, waited to see if anything would happen, when she’d start school again. Everything in her life had just stopped. The older girls were very threatening, as they pretty much ran the place for the missionaries in the front office. Mary had shoulder-length brown hair, average looks, an average body for her age. At 5’6” and 102 pounds, her best feature was her slender build and nice legs. She had a very, very cute face.

Kathy Simmons was fourteen, still in the eighth grade. Like Mary, her family had died tragically and she’d also found herself in the LA County adoption process. At St Luke, she found Mary to be like her; scared most of the time; unsure of what the future held. They stayed together for protection from the older girls. Kathy had blonde hair, down almost to her waist. She stood only 5’2” tall and weighed about 90 pounds. Kathy may have been the smaller girl, but her physical assets were much more apparent. Though not huge by any standard, her breasts were certainly large for her age. Large enough that she had to always be careful about exposing her cleavage. They were always struggling to escape her bathing suit, too. She had wide hips and a bigger butt. She thought it was big, but every male who ever laid eyes on it thought it was shear perfection. One of those perfect butts you rarely see. Her butt cheeks were usually pressing out the sides of her underwear, but she didn’t care about that. Not now. At St. Luke, you just kept to yourself.