Chapter 9

Robert told his mother to dress, while they ran to let their sister in. They stuck out their tongues after telling her, she was in trouble.

Peggy stormed in, ignoring her brother’s insults. The reason she ditched class was to meet a boy at the far end of the school grounds. He was a handsome jock who promised to make her feel good, but all he did was sniff her panties and tell her to suck his cock! She thought about biting it but marched away without a backward glance. Someday, she would find a boy who could realize her secret fantasy. Until then, she’d suffer grounding and extra chores. Her parents couldn’t stop her search for erotic satisfaction.

That night, her mother ripped into her, in front of her father, promising to send her to a boarding school! Peggy had never felt such malice from her mother. It was like her mother had taken anger pills. Her brothers sat quietly, somehow more content and righteous than ever. Being sent to bed without supper was a relief from their smug presences!

The next day, Robert and Tommy were ready for more fun with their mother, but that morning, their dad asked her to take the car in for service. She also had to shop for groceries. Instead of using their mother for their pleasure, they discussed new ways to punish and enjoy her. They returned to the books which had inspired their campaign, and wanked to lurid but fake stories. Some ideas were simple and covert enough, they might get away with doing them when their dad or sister were around. Other ideas required special goodies and more work.

Tommy came up with the best idea of all, but they had to save it for late afternoon.

After her day long ordeal with Robert and Tommy, Joan had drifted about their home, sapped of will. She’d waited to be told how she would next suffer her son’s pleasures, until they told her to call the school. That night, anger exploded out, filling her limbs and thoughts with purpose. Her diatribe against Peggy caught her daughter and husband by surprise. He had to intervene at one point. She nearly barked at him, for disturbing her rant. Eventually she calmed, when he sent Peggy to her room. Joan felt alive again. She made dinner with gusto, and slept well. Her husband had offered to make love, but she claimed a headache and fell fast asleep.

The next day, she was grateful to bring their car to the local mechanic. Her husband left early to catch a bus. She took her time shopping, after the minor maintenance was completed, and returned an hour after the boys were back from school. They would have no time to rope her into their evil schemes. Instead, they eagerly helped her bring the groceries in and restock the cupboards and fridge. Peggy sat on the couch reading a silly magazine. Joan’s hackles raised.

When Tommy whispered in her ear, his audacious idea, she nearly thanked him by patting his crotch. She marched up to her lazy daughter and told her, “Peggy, you could have helped me with the groceries, but you just let your brothers do the work, like always. This time, the chore I have in mind will keep you busy for a long time.”

“Mom?” Peggy looked up, already annoyed by her perfect brothers.

“Last night,” Joan coughed, “Or the night before, a cat slipped into the cellar through the window. He peed and sprayed all over. I want you, young lady, to get a bucket and cleanser and scrub that foul stuff until you can’t smell it anymore.”

“MOM!” Peggy cried and threw her magazine to the floor. “That’s nasty! Get a professional to do it!”

“I don’t care how nasty it is down there, Peggy Collinsfield. You will march your smart mouth down there at once! And don’t climb back up until it smells like roses. We don’t have money for a professional, but we do have one lazy daughter who thinks she can get away with sneaking out of class and lying to her mother and father!”

Peggy screeched, but she got up from the couch and hunted down a bucket, brush, and the strongest cleaner she could find.

Joan felt the thrill of power in her household, once more. But after Peggy slammed the cellar door behind her, the mother realized she was effectively alone with her two sons.

Robert strode up to her, empty handed but full of plans. “You’re going to take us shopping, Mom.”

Tommy had marched up beside him. “And we’ll be out late.”

“I will not.”

“Fine,” Robert looked dead serious. “Then we’ll go downstairs and tell Peggy just whose pee she has to clean up.”

“Yeah, and we may even add hers to the floor down there.”

Joan hadn’t considered that her daughter might be a target for the boys. The idea was insane. Yet her sons had already proved the insane lengths they would go to satisfy their lusts. “You can’t be serious.” She stumbled over the words.

“She’s as good a cunt as any, Mommy.” Tommy mimicked his brother’s expression.

“Younger, tighter, fresher.” Robert let a half a grin curl one corner of his lips. “Maybe we’ll use the both of you.”

“You may have caught me off guard, a couple times.” Joan gulped, “But I’m going to be more careful, from now on.”

“Sure, Mom. Go ahead and try. If we can’t catch you often enough, we might have to hunt more foolish game.” Robert threatened.

Joan’s thoughts raced. Her daughter was as willful, but not as strong as she. Peggy might submit to her brother’s lusts, deeper and more easily, and be broken far worse. However much her daughter was a trouble maker and trouble itself, Joan loved her daughter. A mother was suppose to protect her children. But what if she couldn’t protect her children from each other?

Joan fumed. Her sons were using Peggy as a weapon, to take advantage of her. She had to do something to stop them. A familiar helplessness seeped into her head. She had to make a deal. “Fine. I’ll consider what you want, if you promise to never involve your sister.”

The boys were quick to promise. Robert then told her they needed stuff from the local hardware store. “In fact, it’s going to occupy our time for a few days, Mom. We may be out of your hair for a while.” He grinned.

The boys had promised, but would they keep their promise? She told herself she had no choice. The Joan, from scant days ago, would have sent the boys into the cellar to work alongside their sister. She didn’t realize how much authority she had lost to her sons. She fetched her keys and ushered them to the car.

In the hardware store, Robert and Tommy spent time carefully collecting: a pile of wood, rubber mats, leather strips, nails, screws, bolts, pulleys and all manner of odds and ends including a yard of fake fur. When the store manager asked what they were going to build, they told him, “Soapbox derby!”

Joan couldn’t guess what they would actually build, but it wouldn’t be for public sport. Even having taken the bus, their father arrived before they returned with their booty. They found him praising Peggy.

“Thanks, Peggy.” Her father beamed. “It looks like you did a good job down there.” He hadn’t descended farther than the first two steps, before making his appraisal. Joan huffed at her husband’s lack of diligence. She went to make supper while Robert and Tommy dragged everything they bought into the mostly cleaned up cellar. It eventually proved impossible to remove lingering smells, not that those bothered the boys. The odor reminded them of their first victory over their mother.

Later that evening, Peggy walked up. “Mom, what are iron rings doing in the floor and walls down there?”

“I don’t know anything about them, Dear. Maybe they were part of the old furnace your brothers dismantled and cleared out.” That should put a stick of respect up her daughter’s ass. Peggy pouted, not entirely believing her mother.