Chapter 8

“How bad do you think today’s going to be?” Joey asked as he rolled out of bed in the morning.

“Well, if it is anything like yesterday ... bad,” Gwen replied as she stretched her arms over her head.

The sheets fell off, revealing her naked breasts to her brother. Despite seeing her naked a lot in the past few days, and the flurry of sexual activity they’d engaged in, he still got hard looking at her. For Joey, she’d gone from his cherished and beloved little sister into an object of lust. The lines of right and wrong had blurred so much, it was like he was drunk.

For Gwen, she was just trying to hold it together. The previous day was both better and worse than she thought. Throughout the day, one of the boys would show up and take her into the woods, where he’d make her do some sex act or another. By all accounts, she’d swallowed four loads from blowjobs and had sex nine times that day, eight of which finished inside her. The other was Renny, who thought it’d be fun to cum on her ass.

Her only solace came later, relaxing in the hot tub with her brother. Free from the constant assaults, she was able to let her hair down in relative safety. When she crawled into Joey’s bed that night, she asked him to do one thing: make love to her and hold her till she fell asleep. He didn’t let go until they woke up that morning; that was very good.

The bad for her, and it was a growing concern, was that it was just the first real day of the rest of her summer. She expected and dreaded that things could only get harder for her. They hadn’t touched her ass yet, but she knew that was just a matter of time. She’d given it to Joey first, and would do so again, hopefully before it became a new active slot for them to play with. Beyond that, she didn’t even know what they might do to her over time. The worst part, and she was having a tough time admitting it to herself, was that she was enjoying some of it.

She pushed that from her head as she thought about the day to come. While yesterday was tough, today was going to be something else entirely. It was the Fourth of July, Independence Day for everyone but Gwen. She didn’t feel very free, and she knew the looming dark clouds on the horizon were in the form of a party at Todd’s. She feared what they had planned for her tonight. That fear only grew worse when Joey and Gwen went to the busy beach.

There was barely a place to set up a couple of towels to relax. The sandy part of the beach was wall to wall with people, and the swimming area was crowded. They found a small patch of grass and put down their towels. Gwen had her suggested bag of supplies with her, expecting to be dragged into the woods again at any moment ... but it didn’t happen. Instead, they watched the cacophony of noise, chatter, and splashing happening all around them.

“Oh my God, there’s Cas,” Joey said, trying to blend in with the crowd.

Gwen didn’t bother; she watched him walk over and readied herself for a rough ride in the woods. He came up and stopped next to them; his face painted with a friendly smile. Both the Tanners knew what lurked beneath that exterior shell, though.

“What are you two doing here?” he said, standing above them.

“Just trying to relax, buddy,” Joey replied.

Cas laughed, “Relax? This place is too busy for that. You should go to the pond if you want to do that.”

“Yeah, and who exactly would be waiting for me there?” Gwen said sharply.

Cas paused and scouted around. “Well, I think Rachel’s there ... I think that’s it. Renny and I are socializing, and Todd is off doing ... whatever Todd does.”

“Praying to his lord Satan, most likely...” Gwen quipped before realizing she shouldn’t have.

Cas’ smile twisted into something grotesque. “Careful, you’re the one on your knees most of the time ... girl.”

Gwen knew she’d stepped in it and she awaited her punishment.

Cas’ smile robotically returned to being friendly, though, and he continued, “Anyway, I should get going. The pond is better, but stay here if you want. See you both, tonight.”

With that, Cas walked off, waving. They watched him stop and talk to different people along the beach, being jovial and friendly. It looked like they were inviting people to the party tonight. The entire thing made Gwen very nervous.

“I don’t like this, Joey,” she said, watching Cas go from group to group, chatting and laughing.

Joey agreed, “Something’s definitely up, but what are we going to do about it? Should we go to the pond? I mean, Rachel’s there at least.”

“No, that’s what they want. I say we stay here until dinner, then ... I don’t know, I guess we go to that fuckin’ party.”

Joey shook his head and said, “That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.”

The day flew by and yet at no point did Gwen have to fuck or suck anyone. A growing lump of anxiety built in the pit of her stomach each time she’d see Todd or one of his goons walk by, and nothing happened. At various points, they’d stop and chat, like it was the most normal thing in the world. They’d then leave, waving friendly-like, and say they looked forward to later that night. Often, they’d suggest Joey and Gwen escape to the pond, which just made them root themselves deeper to where they were.

There was a growing lump for Joey too, only it was in his shorts. While he didn’t enjoy seeing his sister suffer, he was getting used to taking advantage of her newfound services. He already felt guilt for putting her in this situation, let alone benefiting from it. As they both waited for the shoe to drop, Joey didn’t want to be the one to start the festivities on Gwen. He could have asked her into the woods himself, and she would have willingly gone, but he didn’t want to be an imposition on her. He simply suffered, tucking away his erection down his shorts when he had to.

The stress on both of them grew as they made the long walk to Todd’s house in the evening. Gwen had chosen to wear a simple black skirt and white top, with basic underwear underneath. She had to dress somewhat like her normal self because her parents knew they were going to a party that night. If she had left in baggy shorts and a grubby shirt again, they might suspect something was wrong. She had packed her little backpack with all the essentials, including the lube, just in case, as they had headed out the door together.

“How are you feeling?” Joey asked as they walked past the now partially empty beach.

Gwen swallowed nervously, “Terrified ... you?”

“Scared for you, honestly.”

“Hm,” Gwen said as they walked along the street. “Remember last summer when we went to Six Flags, and you convinced me to ride that ultra-scary roller coaster?”

“Yeah.” Joey didn’t know where this was going.

Gwen continued, “Right now, every step I take toward that house feels like climbing that first hill. I’m leaning back, my heart’s in my throat, I can hear my pulse thumping in my ears, sounding like the cars on the lift ... clack, clack, clack ... ratcheting up as I climb that first hill. I know when we reach the door, everything will pause...”

“And then?” Joey asked, entranced.

Gwen gulped again, “ ... and it’s the uncontrolled fall. Then terror and screaming; the feeling of my stomach dropping into my ass and the feeling I might piss my pants at any moment...”

Gwen’s hands were already trembling. Joey lovingly took them into his own and held them still. “But then it was over...” he said reassuringly. “You survived it and even rode it again. You’ll survive this too.”

“Thanks, Joey ... that’s why you’re my rock in this,” she smiled briefly before it faded as they turned onto Todd’s Street. They were reaching the peak, and soon there was nothing but the plunge.

Joey rang the doorbell. The sounds of partying and people inside told them that this was going to be a lot bigger than the first party. It did make sense; the town was probably at its busiest during the Fourth celebrations, especially since it was a long weekend.

“Look who’s here, glad you made it,” Renny said as he opened the door. He looked at both of them with his cruel, cold eyes while feigning a smile.

From the entranceway, they could see the living room looked the same as the first time, though crowded. It didn’t seem like there was a bed in the middle of the room, which put Gwen slightly at ease. Still, though, she needed to keep her guard up at all times and expect anything. She just wished she had any control to stop something if it happened.