Chapter 9

Charity remembered little of the ride to Ray's house; her mind was in a complete whirl, her thoughts entering and leaving in rapid order, her confusion complete, her emotions turned topsy-turvy with her new concern, not only for herself but for Donnie as well. She did know that there was some truth in what Ray had told her; however, she was not sure what the attitude of the law was toward incest. She just knew that it was wrong... and that somehow she and Donnie had been exposed. Dear God! Perhaps he had only guessed... or jumped to a conclusion, a conclusion that had been correct; then he had merely played a bluff. God! What if he's bluffing!

It was a ray of hope. She turned to him and said, "Ray... y- you don't h-have any proof... just hearsay..."

He grinned over at her, confidently, eyes hooded, "You want to bet on that... ? Or do you want me to name the time and place?"

"N-No..."

She dropped back into her inner absorption, the maelstrom of her thoughts giving her little comfort, and she didn't notice when they passed Donnie's motorbike parked at the curb a block away from Ray's house.

Donnie, sitting on the curb, watched Donahue's van pass with Charity in the passenger's seat. He whistled through his teeth. Christ! I didn't think he could do it! I wonder what he laid on her?

Morosely, he sat waiting for another five minutes before mounting the cycle and riding the short distance to Ray's parents' home. The house was a California ranch style, set back from the street, low and long, sandwiched between two Victorian houses. Obviously, one of the old homes had been torn down to be replaced with the modern house.

Parking the van in the triple garage, Ray ushered Charity into the affluence of his parents' home. The quality and obvious expense was reflected in the furniture and accessories.

A few moments before, when she had dismounted from Ray's van, she had had a terrific impulse to break away from him and run... run for her life, but his firm grip on her arm had dissuaded her. Now, as she looked around at the costly surroundings, seeing at the same time, the gangly, long-haired youth in his sub-culture garb of jeans, boots, fringed leather jacket and beads, she couldn't help but wonder what it was, in him, that made him want to reject it all.

Charity sank down onto a soft couch and ran her fingers over the richly sculptured material. "I-It's beautiful!" she said. "Such a l-lovely home..."

The sneer on his face surprised her, as he said with derision, "It's only money, Doll... but, like my old man doesn't know what to do with it!"

"Wh-What do you mean... ?"

His voice was harsh. "Things!" he spat. "He's just like all the rest! He doesn't give a fuck about people!"

"A-and you... you care about p-people... ? she trembled. "... But I-I get the idea y-you're trying t-to use me... like I was... a thing... !"

Ray stood on wide-spread legs before her, his face livid, "You're a smart little bitch!" he grated.

The door chimes sounded. He left her to go to the door, grunting, "I wonder who in hell this could be... ?" His grin was barely concealed from her; he knew it would be Don Scott, her ever- loving brother.

"Don!" he exclaimed in mock surprise. "Come in... join the party!"

"Party... ? What party?" Don asked, going along with Ray.

"Like, you know... there's three of us, now! Charity's here!"

"Charity... ?" He walked in, feigning surprise, "What are you doing here?"

She sprang to her feet, shock and surprise on her mobile face. "Donnie!"

"Yeah... it's me..." He sat down, sprawling carelessly.

She stood there, in utter confusion, looking from one to the other of them, stupidly, feeling as though she should say something to explain why she was there. Her open, innate honesty compelled her to say, dully, "He kn-knows..."

"K-knows what?"

"A-About us?" she answered, miserably.

"Like crap!" Donnie spat, looking hard and mean at Ray, who stood watching them, a slight sneer on his face. "You want to split, Char? If you do... we'll do it now!"

Charity heard his offer to take her away, but the fear of exposure, the possibility of publicity--friends and classmates at school learning of their depravity, the scandal of it rocking the town, the attendant gossip, the stares, the jibes and the innuendoes--plus the fact that both she and Donnie would be placed in Juvenile Hall, if a word of it got out to people in authority, such as the district attorney, made her hesitate. He doesn't understand! Dear God! I don't want anything like that t-to happen to m-me... and most of all I-I don't want anything to happen to Donnie! What can I do... ?

"I-I can't, Donnie... I just c-can't! Don't you understand?" she sobbed, hot tears beginning to glisten in her eyes.

"Okay, Char... you know what you want to do," he told her, but Donnie knew that in letting her follow the course she had chosen, he had, almost literally, given her to Ray Donahue. His eyes bored into Ray's, as he swiveled to look at the tall boy. He went on, "I don't know what you laid on her Ray... but you must have come on pretty strong! What's next in this farce of yours?"

"Well... for starters... how about some drinks? My old man's got one of the best stocked bars in town!"

"Make mine Scotch on the rocks!" Donnie said, trying to appear worldly and man-about-townish.

"I-I don't want anything t-to drink..." she said. Her voice was small, frightened.

"I'll make a special one for you," Ray leered. "I know you'll like it... after you've tried it!"

"Is it a-alcoholic... ?"

"Yeah... it's got a little... but it's more like a punch," he assured, as he went to mix for them.

He brought drinks; Scotch for him and Don... and a slightly green-tinted milky looking drink for Charity. Ray raised his glass and said, mockingly, "Well, since we're playing square... drinking, instead of toking up... here's looking up yours!"

Charity sipped. It tasted good, but she didn't know what it was. She was going to ask, decided against it and drank from the glass. The liquid slid down her throat, easily, and was not at all unpleasant. There was a slight warmth from the alcohol, but not enough to alarm her. She had seen too much of her father's drunkenness. A long time ago, she had decided that indulgence in drinking would not be for her. This drink was different. It didn't seem to be at all strong.

Flopping carelessly into a soft chair and flinging his boots onto the surface of the beautifully inlaid coffee table, Ray watched her, narrowly, as he sucked on his own drink. If I can get another one of those down her... she'll be fucking like a mink! Christ! I can hardly wait!... But, I'll have to play it cool... cool as hell!

He flipped through some of the long-play records stacked on top of the stereo unit at his elbow, selected a driving, hard rock, put it on the spindle and started the machine. The driving twang of the guitars and the high, nasal vocal thundered into the room through a special hi-fi speaker system.

Charity listened and sipped at her drink; before she knew it she had finished it. In a few moments, Ray thrust another at her, a big friendly grin on his face.

"No, thank you," she said, politely.

"We're having another round, too... you might as well drink up..." He left the pernod on the coffee table before her.

A few moments later, she reached for the drink, automatically. She hated to let it go to waste. Sipping steadily she was more than halfway through the second drink when it hit her. There was a warmth in her belly, seeming to exude to all parts of her body... and there was a certain headiness, an almost giddy feeling. More important, though, she felt glowing warmth in her loins, and she shifted her position. Strange! She hadn't felt it before! God! What was that stuff? Is it s-some kind of... sex drug... something that would make people do it?

Abruptly, she set the glass down, a wild, cornered look appearing in her eyes. "Ugh!" she said aloud.

"What's with you, Doll... I thought you liked that drink?" Ray Donahue asked.

"I-It tastes good... but I think there m-must be something in it... something strong that sneaks up on you!" She felt a sudden weakness in her knees as she tried to stand up.

Instantly, the tall youth was beside her, steadying her; he leered down at her, as he slipped a sinewy arm around her waist. "That was pernod you had... it's almost as good a turn on as pot!" he explained.

"I-I don't understand... ?"

"I mean you're just about ready to fuck! That stuff works... almost every time!" he gloated.

"Oh, n-no..." she said weakly. Somewhere in that morass of confused thinking that had been hers for some time, now, she had thought that if she must go through with the sex thing with this vile, young monster, perhaps, she could do it with no involvement. Now, even that dim hope was smashed. She had been tricked into drinking something that was an aphrodisiac; pernod, he had called it. Dear God! Now, I won't be able to help myself... at a-all! I-I'll be completely at his mercy!

Don Scott had been pretty sure that it was absinthe pernod that Ray had given his sister. He knew very little about it himself, except the fact that it had been outlawed almost every place in the world. "Where'd your old man get that stuff, Ray?"

"Connections, man! You got money... you can get anything!" Ray bragged.

Vaguely, then, for the first time, Donnie began to see his friend in a different light, and he began to wonder: Damn! He's playing both sides... making out like he's one of us... talking about going on the street, but hanging on to what he's got going for him here! Christ! I'll bet when the time comes to split he'll run like hell the other way!

Don watched with more than a little interest, the scene that was transpiring before his very eyes, for now, quite obviously, his sister was reacting to the effects of the drink. Ray's arm around her waist shifted now to turn her to face him, his other arm going around her, drawing her up tight to him, the obvious bulge of the erection under his jeans pressing into her belly, and unbidden, Don realized that his own penis lurched with desire.

As Ray gathered her into his arms, plastering her loins to his, and she became aware of the warmth and the bulk of his hardness against her, she stiffened as though she had been drenched in ice-cold water; her body arched back away from him, her hands pushing, futilely, against his chest in an attempt to escape his embrace.

"No... n-no... this is crazy! I-I can't... let you... !" Her eyes swept the room, desperately. Donnie was there. She looked at him, pleadingly, "Don... D-Donnie... please..."

"Hell... Char... you made up your mind to stay..." he said.

He could have said something different; there was even the possibility that he could have taken her away, but something perverse in him wanted to see his sister trapped, seduced. His own desire for her was too great. Christ! He had to have her, too!

"Don't make such a big scene out of it, Doll! It's going to happen... no matter what... so stop fighting it!" Ray leered down into her face, still holding her tight to him.

Suddenly, then, she realized there was nothing she could do. Donnie had refused to help her; he was willing, almost, it seemed to her, to stand by and watch her humiliation and debasement. She stopped struggling and slumped against him, helplessly. Dear God! What have I done... ? Her mouth fell open in disbelief that her brother could do this dreadful thing to her.

Then, she felt Ray's searching hands upon her body, moving from her waist to cup and massage the rounded firmness of her buttocks through her light skirt. Her face flamed with shame and embarrassment as his long, lean hands moved intimately over her tense, fear-stricken body. Desperately, she tried once again, "P- Please... let m-me go..."

"Not a chance! You're going to get fucked, now... whether you want to or not! I'm so goddamned hot I can't wait to get between those hot looking legs of yours!" he grunted, leaning down to capture her mouth with his own.

Again, she struggled in his arms, trying to free herself, but she was helpless against his greater strength, and his lips closed on hers, engulfing her soft, moist lips completely, his tongue lashing between her lips and against her teeth lustingly. He held her tight against him with one hand while the other searched for the zipper of her skirt, found it, unfastened and zipped it down, giving the waistband a tug and moving away from her, momentarily, to allow her skirt to fall to the floor around her ankles. Quickly, then, he clasped her close, his mouth welded to hers, his hot hands digging into the rounded hemispheres of her firm young buttocks that were covered, now, only by a wisp of white nylon panty. Tighter yet, he forced his pelvis against her, his height placing the throbbing bulge of his erection hard and unresisting against the softness of her belly. She could feel it outlined there long and hard... and, to her complete surprise an uncontrollable tremor of desire rippled through her.

My God! Something... something entirely unwanted was happening inside her. She was actually feeling ungovernable little sensations of sexual excitement that seemed to alternate with those other feelings of shame and repulsion at his demanding hands and mouth upon her. Momentarily, again, she tried to resist him, attempting to pull away, but as she opened her mouth to shout out negative words, to scream, if necessary, his tongue pillaged her mouth, slipping past the barrier of her teeth to joust with her mobile lingual member. Galvanic sensations shot through her, and she relaxed into his arms, her mouth beginning to suck, her own tongue searching for more of the essence of his lustful mouth.

"Oh... oh... oh... !" she moaned, as he drew her unresisting body down to the soft cushions of the davenport, a sinewy hand covering a full, up-tilted breast, instantly, to massage and tantalize.

Ray broke the contact of their kiss, and as he pushed her back on the cushions, smiled down at her, a smile of pure lust, his hands never leaving her for a moment. His voice was a dry croak. "Can't help it... can you?"

Dumbly, she looked up at him, lost in the morass of sensations that surged in her.

He went on, "Damn... you're really hot... hot enough to fuck, right now!" Leaning back, he fumbled with his belt to loosen it.

Watching them from across the room, Don cut in, "Hell... why don't you take her in the bedroom? This is no place for this scene, man!"

The gangly youth looked up at the girl's brother; he had almost forgotten his presence. "Yeah... okay..." Swiftly, he stood to his feet, leaned down and picked Charity up, lightly; with seemingly effortless ease he carried her down the hallway to the master bedroom. Don had anticipated his choice and went into the room ahead of them; quickly, he stripped the coverlet and blankets from the bed, tossing them, carelessly, to a small slipper chair.

For an instant, the auburn-haired girl stiffened in his arms, resistingly, but as she saw that Don was now helping by preparing the bed for her further debasement, she collapsed into herself, an inkling of understanding coming to her. Dear God! Donnie wants me... t-too! Her thought was confirmed by the tremendous bulge she saw in her brother's jeans. N-No... no! Not both of them at the same time! OOOoooh, My God!

The insane idea ricocheted inside her skull, the monstrous thought almost more than she could bear. It's impossible! I-I can't... not with my own brother... a-again! I v-vowed it would n-never... never h-happen... again!

... But, Ray's hands, his tongue, exploring her mouth... and the pernod had set her whole being aflame with sensual desire. As she lay in the middle of the big bed, now, where the tall youth had place her, she looked up at the two boy-men, dumbly, her eyes eloquently pleading for mercy; then, uncontrollably and in spite of her revulsion, she raised her knees, and began to rub her thighs together. It was a completely unconscious action.

Now, Ray eased his lanky frame down onto the bed, reached down and pulled off his boots, dropping them, heavily, to the floor. From the corner of his eye, he saw the slight movement of her thighs and the slightly undulating roll of her hips.

One of his long-fingered hands reached out to her leg and moved down the soft, warmth of her inner thigh... moved slowly and inexorably along the sculpted column toward the white crotch band of her nylon panties that barely covered her pussy area. She felt it, intensely, anticipatingly, but there was still in her some vestige of resistance. With a moan, she straightened out her legs flat on the bed, trapping his hand between her tightly tensed thighs and the sheet-covered mattress.

He extracted his hand and glowered at her, "What's with it, Doll... getting touchy, now?"

"P-Please... Ray... Donnie..." she begged, "p-please don't..." Her head swiveled between them, pleadingly.

Donnie, lounging on the foot of the bed, watching her closely, said, gruffly, "It's too late, Char! Christ... I'm getting hot for you, too!"

Her piercing wail keened sharply in the room. "Noooo!"

"Why not?" Don asked. "After all... we've already..."

She wanted to tell him, desperately, that she didn't trust Ray Donahue. "He m-might..." she began.

"Might what... ?"

"T-Tell on u-us... anyway..."

Her brother looked over hard and deadly at the other youth, "Not one word, Ray... not one, because we're both going to be in on the act, now! I'm going to fuck her, too!"

It hadn't worked the way she thought it would. Everything had taken a different turn. Now, it was out in the open; Donnie had just said it... said that he wanted to... Dear God! What can I do... ?

The feeling of overwhelming aloneness and helplessness was strong in her. She had been drugged... and her brother had been a party to it. She was desolate... and betrayed, again!

Then, Ray hissed down at her, "And no more of that stupid yelling! Christ... we don't want the neighbors thinking the wrong things!"

Turning away, he stood up, finished unbuckling his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and slipped them from his long legs. His shirt and undershirt followed; then, with tantalizing slowness he slipped his jockey shorts over his hips to release his lancing hardness to her surprised gaze.

Charity didn't want to look at it; she tried to tear her eyes away from it, but the length of his hardened member, standing out from his hairy loins held a perverse fascination for her... and yet there was also revulsion for the things she knew now that the male organ was capable of doing. She had forgotten, temporarily, the exploding orgasm she had experienced with Donnie. Oh, My Dear God... he's so huge! Sudden fear quivered in her. God! She had to get out of there! Run! Get out of that beautiful, soft bed... and run... far away!

... But, she was paralyzed, as Ray leaned over her, stretched out his hand and began to slither it up and down the smooth flesh of one trembling leg, moving it ever upward, until his hand brushed teasingly over her nylon-encased pubic hair, allowing the contact to linger, perceptibly, the light, tantalizing pressure against the vibrant flesh of her delicate, inflamed vagina. She closed her eyes to blot out the obscene vision of him, attempting with all her strength to get herself under control.

Hands began to unbutton her blouse, a different pair of hands. Donnie! Donnie was undressing her, now. Opening her tightly closed eyes, she looked up with disbelief into his smiling ones, noting at the same time that he had removed some of his clothing, also. He was naked from the waist up.

"Oh, D-Donnie... please... d-don't... I she mumbled.

For answer, he flipped open her blouse, lifted her upper body, brusquely, and stripped the garment from her; then, he unhooked her bra, deftly removing it with swift motions and flung it toward the modernistic double dresser along the wall where it joined her blouse. Lowering her back to the bed, a low moan of desire coming from his lust-distorted mouth, he sprawled beside her, avid hands grasping for the mounding firmness of her breasts, his mouth finding and engulfing a spiky, berry-like nipple to suck and nibble.

His hands on her tender flesh were, at once, cruel and inciting, as he clawed at them, feeling the silky smoothness of their firm, young womanliness.

"God..." he said, mouthing his words around the puckering areola of her hardened nipple, "You're something else, Char!"

She should have felt revulsion for what he was doing; her sense of decency, of right and wrong was not completely destroyed yet. She knew it was wrong... she had vowed that it would never happen, again, but the slashing sensuousness that arced in her as he massaged her breasts and sucked on a nipple was too much for her. There was nothing she could do to stop him; the fiery rapture being generated down between her thighs, aided by the pernod caused her to undulate her breasts up to him, offering them to her own brother, while below, her hips began to move in tiny salacious circles. Her desire was, for the moment, in supreme command.

Charity moaned aloud, "OOooh! Oh, Donnie... oh, my God! D- Donnnnniiiiiee!"

Then, while her brother was sending ecstatic thrills stampeding through her, as he shifted his voracious mouth to the other breast, below, she felt Ray grasp the waistband of her panties, and with one slow teasing movement roll them down over her hips and trembling legs. They were her last protection; now, they were gone, and she lay naked and ashamed on the bed, her lovely nudity even more of a sexual goad to the two boys.

Now, she felt Ray ease himself down on the bed and stretch out beside her, his warm, sinewy body pressing up close to her. He was lying on his side, she knew, because the hardness of his erect maleness pressed into the white smoothness of her thigh. Dear God! It's so hot... and hard!

When Ray lay down beside her, his hands still roaming over her body, at will, Donnie left her breasts, momentarily, and Ray sought her luscious mouth with his own. He took her in his arms and kissed her, deeply, probing' with his tongue, until she responded, opening her mouth to him, her own oral member intertwining with his. His rampant, hardened cock was trapped between them; suddenly, she felt it jerk against her thigh, and there was a sensation of wetness there. It must be a tiny drop of semen from his excitement, she thought hazily. At that instant, she had to repress a sudden desire to reach down between them to grasp it... to feel its virile hardness. N-No... no... I-I can't! I can't give in to them completely! Oh God, How did I-I get into this?

The bed sagged as her brother stretched out on the other side of her. She knew by the contact of his body as he pressed up against her that he, too, was now completely naked. She could feel, distinctly, the outline of his rock-hard penis made on her own warm thigh.

Charity just couldn't believe it; this couldn't be happening to her. What was left of her reasoning mind tried, halfheartedly, to sort out her confused thoughts. She could find no solution. She was hopelessly trapped, and there seemed to be no way out for her. Unwittingly, her own fears... and the pernod had brought her to this complete impasse.

Anxious, now, his passion growing each moment, Ray raised his head, surrendering her lips and leaned up on an elbow. Almost on the instant, Donnie's lips were on hers replacing Ray in the deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues jousted, momentarily, before his lingual member snaked deeper into her mouth.

Her whole body was a mass of libidinous sensation as she lay on her back between the two naked, virile boy-men their stiff cocks on either side pressed up hard against the warm, smooth, milk-white flesh of her shapely thighs. Again, Ray's hands roamed at will over her lush, young womanliness, seeking all the female contours of her curvaceous body, and against her will, she found herself, perversely, enjoying having this strange boy's hands move so provocatively on her now defenseless nakedness.

The sudden, moist warmth of Ray's mouth on her sensate breasts made her start with surprise. As she jerked away, turning her head to break the kiss, a small groan escaped her, "Oh... OOooh!" Then, her brother was whispering in her ear, reassuring her, "It's all right, Char... everything's going to be okay! I'm here with you... and I won't let anything bad happen to you..."

"Oh... D-Donnie..." she whispered back, "I-I'm s-scared... a-and I-I d-don't want to... to d-do it... !"

"We're all past the point of no return! It's going to happen! It's got to happen now! You're going to get fucked like you've never imagined... by both of us at the same time!"

"NOOooo... ! Oh, my God... no... D-Donnie... I-I don't want to be a-a gangbang!"

He recaptured her mouth, effectively stopping her outcry, his tongue probing her oral cavern, hungrily, and she could feel the moist warmth of Ray's lips on her sensitive breasts, the nipples spiking out hard under his stroking hand, their areolas puckering pinkly as he sucked them up into his mouth, alternately.

Arcingly, the high-voltage passion ignited in her by Ray's hands and mouth, and the deepness of Don's searching kiss was being built up in her, unbearably. The searching mouth on the sensate mounds of her white, velvety breasts was driving her wild with insane desire. It seemed that there was no resisting the slashing, electric fire that had begun to run rampant and unchecked through her belly and aroused loins.

With a conscious act of will, she pressed her thighs tightly together again in an effort to deny the heightening desire that seared her genitals. Somehow, she must stop this insane charade... but if she could not stop it, at least, there was no reason why she should enjoy it. After all, she was there, against her will. She had been frightened into coming here with Ray, in the first place... and now, there were two boys--one of them her own brother--who wanted and desired her nakedness.

Then, Ray's mouth left her throbbing breasts and his body slid downwards, his mouth trailing across the smooth, flat plane of her belly, stopping momentarily to pay court to her navel.

It was only a few moments, but the passage of time was distorted as she felt him move lower, ever lower, until at last, his searching mouth was just above the soft, auburn curls of her sparse young pubic mound and his strong, lean hands were reaching down to spread her thighs firmly. There was no doubt in her mind, then, as to what he intended to do to her. He was going to use his mouth on her to lick and suck her into complete submission to his will. Oh, God! How can I-I fight them? I d-don't want it t-to happen!

Charity groaned with uncontrolled anguish as her brother, Don, squeezed her breasts, teasing the nipples of them between his thumb and forefinger, then pulling his head away to break the open- mouthed kiss, only to move his head, instantly, to the up-tilted hardness of her pink, berry-like nipples. He took one between his lips, moving it rapidly in and out while at the same time maintaining a strong sucking pressure on it. She gasped. It was a breathtaking sensation! Involuntarily, she reached down to cup the other breast up to him, inviting him to treat it the same way. She would never know why she did it... but suddenly, it was there in her. It was almost as if she were, symbolically, offering her body to them, now. Then, there was the sudden realization that she could not keep herself uninvolved. She was in it, now! She was reacting... almost enjoying... even cherishing having these two potent boys doing wild, insane things to her. It was a definite surprise to her. How could she have changed? She hadn't wanted it... this way!

Below, Ray had parted her legs, spreading them widely, his head following, his mouth and teeth moving, now, on the soft, white flesh of her smoothly-rounded inner thighs. He nipped at her warm, pliant skin with his teeth, gently, his mouth like a searing torch on her as his lips followed, kissing her warmly and moistly; finally, his searching lips found the coraline division of her vagina, the thin bearded slit moist and pulsating from the exudation of her womb. Deliberately, his tongue moved there, up and down the narrow crevice, boring searchingly, finally into the portal of her vagina. Under the blinding impact of the slashing sensations generated in her, her hips began to move, grinding in tiny circles under her, undulantly, her mounting desire, now, almost completely out of control. Now, I'm getting all warm... and moist down there... a-and it's starting t-to feel like... l- like I-I want them to do it! She was responding to them, against her will. My God! She just couldn't let it go on and on. They couldn't subdue her like this... humiliate her... debase her with their blatant sexuality. For all of her right desires, there was the counter balancing effect of her own unbidden sexual sensations. They were too much for her; she couldn't fight it any longer. OOoooh, oh! They're driving me crazy! Their mouths... their hands on me... i-it's more than I can s-stand!