Chapter 9

I could see my mother from the foot of the stairs. She seemed more composed this afternoon. She was slowly getting to the point that she could stand to be in the room with herself I guess. I imagine that it was hard for her to go through that parking lot every day. Her conscience was still driving her crazy. I have no doubt that if she could turn back the clock she would never have left the scene of that accident. She was now as much a prisoner of the mistake she made that afternoon as I was.

She glanced up when I entered the kitchen and said hi. She looked back down at the mail and then her head whipped back up again. She stared at my nipples for a moment. I saw her struggling, trying to figure out what, if anything, to say. She looked up at my face, finally, and she saw that I was waiting to hear what she would say. Then she threw me a curve. She blushed and looked away. She didn't say a thing. I really hadn't expected that.

I asked her how her day had gone and she answered absently. She finished looking at the piece of mail she was reading and then she looked up and tried very hard to keep from staring at my nipples while she asked about my day.

I told her that I had a typical day. I had. It had been a typically terrible day. Then I offered to help with supper. She asked me to peel some potatoes and while her back was turned she asked, "Do you still wear a bra to school?"

I almost laughed out loud. I managed to stifle the laugh and I answered, "Yes. They're required."

That was all she said!

I stood at the counter and peeled potatoes. While I was doing that, Andy came down to say hello to mom and get a drink. I watched mom watching him out of the corner of her eye as he moved around the kitchen. She could tell that he was aware of how exposed my breasts were. She saw how blasé he was about it. He hardly paid any attention at all.

He got his drink and went back up to work on his homework. When he was back upstairs mom asked, "Your brother hasn't suddenly turned gay has he?"

I grinned and said, "I don't think so. But if I catch him in my underwear I'll let you know."

She chuckled and said, "That's okay. One of you should wear them. If you aren't going to he might as well. But if he does, I don't want to know about it."

Something weird happened then. She started laughing and crying at the same time. I had the impression that she was a little more in control this afternoon. Apparently I judged too soon. She was coming unraveled right before my eyes.

I looked at her in shock for a minute. Then I went to her and hugged her. She stopped laughing and started crying quietly. I held her like that for a long time.

She finally pulled away. She turned and washed her face at the kitchen sink. She dried her face and hands. Then she turned back to me and quietly said, "I'm sorry."

She looked like she wanted to say more. She looked so pitiful that I couldn't stand it. I took her back in my arms and whispered, "It's okay, mom. I know."

I felt her breath catch. I could almost hear her heart beating. She shivered and then she slipped from my arms and fell to her knees right in front of me.

I reached down and helped her up and guided her to the kitchen table. I helped her into her chair and then I stood behind her and held her with my cheek resting on the top of her head.

She had begun to cry quietly again. It was a very long time before she said, "Oh god, Carin! I panicked. And then, when I realized what I had done it was too late to undo it. Later I wanted to go to the police and turn myself in. But your father absolutely refused to permit it. I don't know what to do now. I can't go on like this. But he tried so hard to protect me that if I turn myself in now he will be in just as much trouble as I will. And we have no idea what they would do with you kids. Everything would have been alright if I had just not left the scene. I can't even explain why I didn't stay. I just freaked out!"

I held her and told her that I understood and I didn't blame her or dad. It wasn't entirely true. But it seemed like the thing to say.

She asked, "How did you know?"

I sighed and said, "It was pretty obvious. You and dad freaked out the night it happened. The damage to the car. It didn't take a rocket scientist."

She asked, "Does Andy know?"

I answered, "Yeah. But he doesn't really care. He only cares if it affects him. As long as it doesn't affect him he couldn't care less."

She thought about that for a minute and asked, "Should I have a talk with him?"

I said, "No. Better that you don't. I talked with him. I think it's under control. I know you have to love him. You gave birth to him and you raised him. But he has a few character flaws. If he didn't live here I wouldn't have anything to do with him."

She sighed deeply and said, "Yeah. I know. If you repeat this I will call you a liar. But there have been a lot of times that I wished I had my tubes tied after you were born."

I had to laugh at that.

I got her some tissue and she dried her eyes and blew her nose. Then she got up and turned to face me. She asked, "So what's the deal with the Lolita look?"

I didn't know what to say. I sure as hell couldn't tell her the truth. I finally just blew her off. I tried a weak smile and is said, "I guess it's just a phase. You know how kids are!"

She wanted to keep after me. I could see in her eyes that she knew how out of character it was for me to dress like this. I said, "Don't worry, mom. It's no big deal."

I guess that didn't come out right. She seemed more worried after I said it. I tried to head her off by going back to the kitchen and finishing the potatoes. Then I went upstairs and took care of the laundry. I hung up the clothes in the dryer. I took the clothes out of the washer and put them in the dryer. Then I started my last load of wash. I added the blouse I was wearing at the last minute. Then I took the clean clothes to my room and looked for something to wear to supper.

I put on a midriff baring t-shirt that was cute and sexy and looked alright with the skirt. It wasn't sheer. But I would just have to explain to Cody later that I was doing laundry and that I only had two sheer blouses.

Andy must have seen me going down the hall topless. He followed me to my room and came in just as I was pulling the fresh top down over my breasts. He smiled and asked, "What did mom say about your tits hanging out like that?"

I shrugged and said, "She wasn't happy about it. But she didn't freak."

I started to push past Andy and go back downstairs. He grabbed me and pulled my top up. He leaned down and nibbled on one of my nipples for a minute.

There was a brief struggle but finally I managed to push him away. I exclaimed, "Damn it! Mom is waiting for me! I'm helping her with supper. I'm not your fucking sex toy!"

He chuckled and said, "You are now. I thought I made that clear to you last night. Your ass may belong to Cody now. But at night, I'm here and he isn't. If you don't do what I want I'm going to have a nice long talk with him about you. Somehow I don't think you want that. So get over yourself. You think you're so fucking hot. Well, you're hot alright. But you don't control the thermostat anymore. Cody does. And when he isn't around, I do. Any time that's a problem you can complain to Cody and we'll see how it works out for you."

In the fifteen years since his birth my little brother had given me a lot of reasons to be mad at him and a lot of reasons to dislike him. But I had never hated him like I did at that moment. He knew how much I was suffering as a result of the horrible things that Cody was making me do. But instead of trying to help, or even just feeling sorry for me, he tried to emulate Cody and continue the abuse in my home. He saw a chance to take advantage of me and he jumped at it.

What made it so bad was that it looked like he was going to win. Somehow I knew that I would suffer for it if he and Cody formed some sort of coalition. And the little bastard didn't even seem to care about our parents! I had given up trying to like him. But I had tried to tolerate him over the years, for our parent's sake. I no longer felt the need. Unfortunately, it didn't matter to him. He had me under his thumb now and he knew it.

Several stinging comments came to mind as I finally pulled away from him and headed for the stairs. But the venomous glare we exchanged as I walked away said it all.

Mom was relieved to see me coming back downstairs in a different top. It was sexy. But at least my nipples were covered.

I set the table and then mom and I sat together at the table and waited for dad to come home. We spoke quietly from time to time. But most of the time we just sat together and, I think, took strength from each other.

Dad came in at the usual time. I think he sensed a change in mom. He greeted us both and he held her and they looked into each other's eyes for a moment. I could see how much in love they were and it was reassuring.

The talk that mom and I had earlier had been a big relief for her. I think she was relieved that Andy and I knew her deep, dark secret. She still felt bad. Her conscience still bothered her. But I think mom felt more able to cope now. And I think that dad saw that. He didn't know why yet. But he sensed that mom was stronger now than she had been this morning.

They kissed and he went to wash up for dinner. I went up check on the laundry and get the moron. When I opened Andy's door he was sitting at his computer and playing with his cock. He looked up when I opened his door. But he never stopped rubbing his cock. He smiled and said, "I hope supper is ready. I'm making your desert now. I can't wait to feed it to you."

He made me so mad. He and Cody must be the two most disgusting males on the planet! He looked back down at his monitor and said, "I can't stop looking at this picture of you eating all of that cum from your own pussy. I like that even more than the one where you are sucking Lisa's cunt clean. But that one is a close second."

I told him that supper was ready and I started to turn away in disgust.

He called out, "Wait! Come over here and get this! I'm right on the verge of cumming. I can't wait until after supper."

I snapped at him, "Damn it, Andy! Supper is ready! Mom is putting it on the table now!"

He glared at me and in a threatening voice he demanded, "Get over here, bitch."

I hated him more with every passing minute!

I gave in though. I'm not sure why. I could have turned and gone downstairs. He couldn't have stopped me. But instead I went over to where he was sitting and playing with his exposed cock. He took his hand away and sat back with an evil leer on his face. I saw that he was telling the truth. He was looking at one of the pictures of me eating my own pussy. It filled the screen of his computer monitor.

Now that I was here I was anxious to get it over with. I remained standing. But I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth and started sucking. He pulled my top up over my breasts and played roughly with them while I worked as hard as I could to get him to cum.

He was a little prick. But he hadn't been lying. He was right on the verge. It probably didn't take me sixty seconds to finish him off once he felt my mouth on his cock. It still seemed like he produced an unusual amount of cum. He had already raped me this afternoon. Three times! I would have thought that the amount of slime that shot out of his cock would be decreasing by now.

I thought to myself, "I guess he really loves me." But as much as I enjoy it, sometimes even sarcasm doesn't help.

I straightened up and swallowed another load of his cum. I pulled my top down and turned and left without another word. I stopped in the bathroom and rinsed my mouth out again. I seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Then I went down to supper.

My parents seemed a little more like their normal selves at dinner. It was still a quiet meal. But most of our meals were that way. I had begun to notice, though, that things were always a lot more pleasant when Andy wasn't around. Or maybe it was just my imagination.

After dinner I shooed everyone out so that I could clean up. I took my time and puttered around until there was nothing left to do. By then it was a quarter to eight. I got a glass of ice water and sat in the dark again. I had done it last night and I found it to be quite restful. At five minutes before eight I slipped out into the backyard.

Now that it was time for the abuse to start again I was nervous. As much as I hated having to do the things Cody made me do, it seemed worse when I didn't know what to expect. Knowing in advance that I was required to undress in front of my window at night, or even that I was required to let my brother have sex with me in front of my window at night, was horrible. But at least I knew what was going to happen.

Cody scared me. He had already shown that he would hurt me just for the fun of it. Not knowing why I was standing out in my backyard alone in the dark was scary.

Even though I was expecting it, I was still startled when the back gate quietly opened and Cody came through it. He was followed by another large, shadowy figure. They walked up to me and in the dim light coming from the house I got a better look at the man with Cody.

He was an adult male in his early thirties. He kept glancing at the sliding glass patio door. He looked a little nervous. But he settled down quickly. I started getting concerned, but he calmed down. He stood and looked me up and down as if he was appraising me.

Cody ignored me and said to the man with him, "This is Carin. She's sixteen. If you want I can have her go in and get her student ID."

The stranger whispered, "No. That's okay. She looks sixteen. But it might be hot if she brought it with her."

Cody replied, "No problem."

He turned to me and said, "Strip."

I wanted to yell at him to stop this. To leave me alone. But I was broken. I quickly peeled off my top and stepped out of my miniskirt.

When I was naked, Cody said, "Go ahead. Check her out."

Cody gave me a warning look and I took a couple of steps closer to the stranger. He ran his hands over my body and groped me with all the skill of my fifteen year old brother. But I just stood there and let it happen while I tried to figure out what this was all about.

The guy stopped groping me and asked Cody, "Are you sure this is alright?"

Cody nodded and the man opened his pants and pulled his hard cock out. He gripped me by the back of my neck and pushed my head down onto his cock. I started sucking automatically. He sighed loudly as my lips and tongue began to work on his shaft. But before he could cum he pulled my head up. He turned me around and bent me down over our patio table.

I leaned on the table. I knew what was coming. Another strange man was going to fuck me. And a moment later he was. He drove his cock into my dry pussy. Even with my saliva on his cock it was still painful. But my body started producing lube in self defense and after a moment the cock that was raping me from behind was tolerable. It wasn't pleasant, just tolerable.

The man who was raping me didn't last very long. I was not disappointed. I was very happy when he gripped my hips painfully and slammed into me two more times before he groaned and shot his cum into me.

I only had one thing on my mind. I was thinking about a clothespin. As soon as my rapist stepped back I turned and sucked his cock clean. Then I stood up while he put his clothing back together. While he was dressing he asked, "When did you lose your virginity, Carin?"

I told him that it had been four days ago. He could tell from the sadness in my voice that I was telling the truth. I could see it in his eyes. And I could see how it excited him.

What is the deal with men?!

The man turned to Cody and said, "You have a deal."

They shook hands and Cody turned back to me. He said, "I see you are having another problem following orders."

I knew what he was referring to. I replied, "Cody! I told you! I only have two sheer blouses. I'm washing them now. I had to wear something while I was doing laundry. I told you I'd buy more this weekend. My mother saw me wearing the one today. Does that satisfy you?!"

He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me close. He growled, "Don't get smart with me, bitch. They make bigger butt plugs. And Barry still has his dog. I can make your fucking life so god damn miserable. You should thank me for being such a nice guy."

I was humiliated at being treated this way, especially in front of the man who had just raped me. It was even worse when I glanced at him and saw how much it excited him.

I didn't have a lot of time to look around. Cody opened up his jeans and pulled his cock free. He bent me back down over the table and fucked me so hard the table kept sliding across the deck. I was afraid that someone in the house was going to hear it. I wished for this abuse to end. But I was more concerned at the moment that my parents might see me like this.