The first sixteen years of life for Brad had been, by most standards, very unusual. Once they were old enough to understand, his parents had told all their children that they were part of an experiment. They didn't say what kind of experiment; instead they claimed that the information would skew the test results.
Being the only boy, other than Dad, in a family of five females had its high points as well as its low ones. There was Mom of course; nearing forty she was still in good shape if rather plain looking. She had large breasts from giving birth to — and breast-feeding — two sets of twins and Brad. She was petite, standing about five-two and weighing just over a hundred pounds. Brad thought his mother could look very beautiful if she would just try to lose the 'librarian' look she seemed to cultivate.
Brad's sisters, however, were absolutely the most desirable females he had ever seen. The four girls were two sets of twins, one set older, the other younger than him. Terri and Tara were seventeen and had the whole high school drooling after them. They went out on dates, but Brad thought they were both still virgins. They were the epitome of cheerleaders, with golden blonde hair, tight, heart-shaped butts, and C cup breasts. All stacked on a five-foot, seven-inch frame of well muscled, walking wet dream.
The youngest members of the family were fifteen, and well on the way to being Goddesses in their own right. They had light brown hair, pixie-like faces, and a sharp wit. Not that they were lacking in the looks department. Both girls had B cups breasts, and cute little bubble-butts that seemed to mock an observer whenever they wore a swimsuit. Neither twin was allowed to date yet, but it wasn't from a lack of offers. They went out on group dates with their friends, but no 'boy dates'.
The high points of the situation were getting tantalizing glimpses of nude, playboy-quality females occasionally. The lows came from four girls teasing the crap out of him. Fights between the five children seemed almost nonexistent, but no one thought it was strange. The twins of course never argued with each other, but a few times a disagreement did occur between the two sets of twins. Even stranger, when the twins were 'fighting' (never more then an argument, and then no one yelled) and Brad arrived on the scene, each side told him the problem. He would think about it, and offer a suggestion to fix the problem. The most unusual thing was once he provided a solution, the twins acted on it. It was almost as if what he told them was the final word. Hell, maybe it was — those four probably had an agreement to use Brad as a peacemaker.
Life took a hard left into the twilight zone one afternoon as Brad was leaving school for home. "Hey Rogers, you faggot!"
Wayne Asper was the school bully. Brad had managed to avoid the seventeen year old for most of his school career to date, but it looked like his luck had just run out. Unnoticed by Brad, his younger sisters, Stephanie and Samantha, who were close by, gave each other a panicked look and Sammy took off running while Steph tried to get closer to her brother. A crowd was already forming to watch the festivities. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed '911'.
"What's up with your dyke sisters? They don't go out with no one, and they sure never put out! Your whole family a bunch of faggots?" Wayne asked loudly.
Brad was slowly getting pissed; people could call him whatever they wished. Hell, he might be gay, he just didn't know yet, but he doubted it considering his un-brotherly thoughts about his sisters. However, if someone attacked his sweet sisters or mother, it was over for them. It suddenly dawned on Brad that this is exactly what Wayne was trying to do: get him mad enough to attack the larger boy. Instead, Brad laughed at him. "Wayne, you obviously have no idea what you're talking about. Tara and Terri date all the time. They date boys not girls, but only a narrow-minded bigot like you would see anything wrong with being homosexual. So what's your issue?"
"You little fuck! I'm gonna pound you! Then the whole school will know how much of a faggot you are!" Wayne said, stepping forward quickly and throwing a punch that would have broken Brad's jaw if he'd still been there for it to hit.
Brad ducked the obvious punch thrown at him. "I fail to see how you kicking my ass makes me gay, but if you really want too try..."
Wayne gave an inarticulate cry of rage and threw himself at Brad, arms flailing the air. The crowd watching the spectacle was staring open-mouthed. Wayne obviously wasn't a great fighter, but he was fast. To them, Brad was a blur of motion — easily able to avoid the larger boy's punches.
"Okay, you little butt-fucker, now you've gone and pissed me off! I'm gonna cut your ass into little pieces!" Wayne pulled something out of a pocket, and with a flick of his wrist, a blade appeared.
The crowd gave a collective gasp at the sight of the blade and took a step back, forcing Steph to step back with them. She was trying as hard as she could, without hurting anyone, to get through and protect her brother. Through a break in the crowd, she saw Sam and the older twins running towards the fight as fast as they could.
In the center of the circle, Brad didn't say anything, now that the stakes where raised. What was the deal here? Why was Wayne trying to kill him? There was no reason for it.
Wayne lunged forward to bury the blade in Brad's chest, but Brad once again ducked to the side. This time though, he grabbed Wayne's wrist, and spun into the bigger boy, slamming his own forearm into Wayne's elbow, breaking it.
Wayne dropped the knife, as he screamed and dropped to his own knees while clutching his now broken limb. Brad backed away from him, and asked someone to call the police and an ambulance.
Just as Brad grabbed Wayne's wrist, his sisters broke through the crowd by physically forcing people out of their way. Everyone was so focused on the fight that no one stopped to wonder how these girls could move so many people so easily. They broke through the line just as Wayne screamed.
Tara slowly moved forward and gently kicked the knife away from the screaming thug on the ground as Terri moved to stand next to her brother. The way she stood and the look on her face made sure no one got close to him. Sam was busy writing down the names of everyone standing around watching, while Steph was talking on her cell phone. Sirens could be heard approaching.
"Terri," Brad said. "This wasn't right. I mean, Wayne is a bully, sure, but why the fuck was he trying to kill me?"
"I don't know, Brad. But I think it's time we had a long talk with the parents when we get home. We think we're getting a better idea what this experiment is about," she replied.
"Huh? What do you mean? What experiment?" Brad asked.
"We'll talk as soon as the cops finish with us, this is not the place," Terri said.
Once the cops asked everyone a hundred questions a hundred different ways, they decided that Brad was acting in self-defense and let him go. Wayne was arrested and charged with assault with a deadly weapon. He was taken away in an ambulance with a cop riding along. The five siblings climbed into their SUV and drove out to Manito Park. It was a nice spring day, and there where people there, but the parking lot was unoccupied, for the most part.
By the time they parked, Brad was ready to explode with questions. His sisters had refused to talk while they were driving. "Okay, now that we are stopped, I would like some fucking answers please," Brad said rather crossly.
Tara and Terri flinched at his tone, Stephanie looked concerned, but Sammy was the first to start talking. "Brad, we — all four of us — have been talking. We think there is something seriously different about us, and we can't actually explain why. Two years ago, when you went through puberty, Tara and Terri were starting to date, and Steph and I were trying to figure out what was going on with our bodies. At first none of us knew that all of us were fighting a desire to be with you. But as time drew on, it became obvious something was up. I mean, I knew Steph wanted you, just as she knew I did too. Both Steph and I as well, as Tara and Terri, have a telempathic link to the other twin. It's almost like we are one person spread out over two bodies."
Brad was stunned, too stunned to speak. He just looked at his sisters as they all nodded their heads, agreeing with Sammy.
Steph picked up the narrative. "Once we all figured out that, for some reason, we were overly attracted to you, we sat down and started talking. Don't get me wrong, Brad, you are a really attractive guy, and I'd probably want to go out with you anyway, but you are our brother. If one of us had these feelings that would be understandable. Hell even if two of us did, we could dismiss it, but all four of us? To the point that Tara and Terri have stopped dating others because it just isn't what they want? Besides, after talking we figured out some other things.
"It seems deeper then just lust. We all love you. I mean really, really love you. To the point that we almost worship you. I don't think there is anything you could ask us that we wouldn't do in an instant. It wasn't always that way, but since you went through puberty, you are pretty much all we think about," she finished.
"The weirdness doesn't stop there, though," Tara said.
Nodding, Terri continued. "We seem to have certain ... skills that we shouldn't have. Tara and I could probably walk into a dojo or kwoon and walk out with a black belt. While our pretty little sisters could probably graduate college with Phd's anytime they wanted to. This just isn't natural."
Tara, watching him in the rear view mirror, since she was in the driver's seat, said, "I had to really fight a compulsion to stomp Wayne into the ground. I wanted to end his miserable fucking life for attacking you. I know Terri did too, and I suspect Steph and Sammy would have tried to help."
Steph once again picked up the conversation. "If you remember, mom and dad once told us we were part of an experiment? We thought they meant something like a social study on the affects of two sets of twins growing up in the same household or something. We're starting to believe it's much deeper than that. But, if you follow our logic, and think about our ... uh, gifts, we're starting to think we might be part of some government black ops project."
Sammy boldly took his hand in hers. "Lover, all four of us would die to protect you. We've accepted the fact that there will be no other man in our life but you. You are our leader, and our mate. We know it's incest, and it's supposed to be wrong, but as of right now, you have four unofficial wives. I think we can try to hide it until we can figure out something else."
"So, you will never be sleeping alone again. We are sure mom and dad are fully aware of how we feel about you, and what's going on with us. We'd like to find out more from them. Hell, Sammy could hack into whatever computer system held the information, if she knew where it was. She's already gone through the NSA and DOD mainframes looking for info on secret projects that might be us, and she's come up empty," Steph explained.
Brad just sat there with his mouth hanging open and a bar of iron in his pants. Slowly the logjam in his brain began to clear. "You all want me? I've got to be dreaming. What about jealousy? I really don't want to have to break up any fights and I really don't want to be the cause for the four of you to lose the friendship you have."
"There won't be any jealousy," Tara said from the front seat. As she spoke, Steph and Sammy got real quiet and blushed brightly, while Terri just chuckled. "We're all bisexual, Brad. We haven't slept together yet, but hope you'll let us."
"Why would you need my permission?" he asked.
"Well," Terri said from the passenger seat. "When Sammy said you have four wives, that wasn't exactly the best way to describe how we feel toward you. But the only other word to describe it seems too strong."
Brad gulped, "What word would that be?"
Terri looked at him like he was slow. "We're your slaves, Brad. You can literally do anything to any of us you want and we wouldn't stop you. We might not be too happy about it, but we would let you do it."
"I would never do anything to hurt any of you. I couldn't!" Brad said.
"Well, don't misunderstand what I just said; you will be getting into all of our panties. Hell, I think at this point if you don't fuck Tara and I pretty soon we are going to go nuts! I think Steph and Sammy feel the same way. No, what I meant was if, say you wanted to butt-fuck Sammy right now, right here. You could, but we would try to change your mind because it would cause problems. One, it would most likely really hurt her, possibly even need medical help, but also that people would see us, and a whole world of shit would come down on us," Terri said.
"You can still fuck my ass if you want to though, but I would ask that we do it slowly, with plenty of time to make sure you'll fit," Sammy said shyly.
Tara started the truck up. "So, lover, what do you say we head home, and confront our parents? Personally, I'd like some answers before we explode."
"Then you can take us up to your room and claim us." Steph said softly, "Master."
Brad heard her, however, and put his arms around his sisters. They leaned in and put their heads on each shoulder. "I love you. All of you. I thought I was going crazy because all I could ever fantasize about were you four ... well five. For some reason, mom ends up in there too."
"Really?" Sammy asked, raising her head. She wasn't jealous, just curious. "She's always struck me as kinda frumpy."
Both girls in the front seat chucked. "No, she isn't frumpy, Sammy. That's just the image she wants people to see. I walked in on her while she was in the tub once, and oh-my-god! You wouldn't believe what she looks like nude! It took Terri over an hour to get me calmed down!" Tara said.
"Well? Don't leave us hanging here! What does she look like?" Steph asked, excitedly.
"Can we talk about it later? I'm trying to drive and I'm getting turned on again!" Tara said.
The girls chuckled but agreed to wait until they got home to talk about it. Since it was getting close to five, and their parents were going to be home soon, Steph called their mother to ask if it would be alright if they brought tacos home for dinner. She also asked if they could have a family meeting over dinner.
"What about, honey?" Vanessa asked her daughter.
"I'd rather not say over the phone, mom. However, something happened today, and we think we need to talk to you and dad about it."
"Okay sweetheart. We'll be home at the usual time. I have a feeling this thing that happened is something major. Is everything okay?" Vanessa asked, fishing for more information.
Stephanie saw right through the attempt, though. She chuckled, "Nice try, mom. We're all fine and everything is working out, so we'll see you at home. Love you!"
"I love you too, baby. Okay, I'll quit being nosy and wait. See ya all at home," Vanessa replied before Steph ended the call.
"There's no backing out now. She'll hound us to our graves to find out what's going on," Steph said to her siblings. "Tara, would you stop by Taco John's for dinner?"
William Rogers looked somewhat excited as his children explained to him what was happening to them. It was all he could do keep from jumping up from the table and running to his lab in the basement. Vanessa did let him get his laptop from his home office so he could make notes. What William seemed to completely miss, but Vanessa did not, was the fact that the kids now expected a full explanation. They wanted answers about what was going on.
"Oh! I've got so much I need to do! The papers I need to write; of course I'll need to run a full battery of tests on each of you. My god, I'd be willing to bet I'll get a huge research grant for this!" William said standing. "I need to call and arrange transportation to get you all to the lab!"
"I don't think so, dad. We feel that you owe us some form of explanation. I don't think I like the sound of those tests, and as for going to 'the lab'," Brad just slowly shook his head. "I think you better sit down and start talking."
"Now see here, young man! I'm your father and you'll do..." William started but Brad interrupted him.
"No!" Brad tilted his head at the man who, for sixteen years, played the part of his father. Brad didn't know how he knew it, but this person, William Rogers, was not related to him at all. "You are not our father. You helped mom raise us, true, but you didn't father us." He looked closely at his mother, then again at William. "You've never even had sex with our mother."
The girls were shocked, but believed everything Brad had just said. Even Vanessa looked shocked, but no one looked more shocked then William. Brad looked over at Tara and Terri. "As of this moment, this man is under house arrest. If he makes a move to either leave or use a telephone, take him out. Kill him if necessary. Our lives depend on it." Both Tara and Terri moved to positions on either side of William.
"What the hell are you doing? This is absurd! I'm your father, you will listen to me!" William said, blustering. He didn't, however, try to challenge Brad's orders to the girls.
Brad looked at his mother. "Will you answer our questions, or do we need to restrain you as well?"
"No, you won't need to do that. I think you already know why," the woman said.
Brad nodded. "You're like them; you're ... bonded to me. Care to explain just what the hell is going on?"
She nodded as she swallowed. "Several years ago, information was recovered of a secret Nazi genetics program. They had discovered something and were trying to get it ... they were trying to make a super soldier; a true member of the master race. Over the years, as our scientists learned more about the human genome, we still couldn't identify exactly what this bit of information was supposed to do. So, several experiments were begun to test different theories. You all are the product of one such experiment. I am another.
"I was created by splicing certain genes together in the way the Nazis had identified. Once I reached adulthood, they performed every test they could dream up on me. I think they were about to dissect me, when someone thought of the experiment that yielded you five. I don't understand all of it, but from what I can piece together, we are genetically closer to being brothers and sisters then mother and children. However, there are none of the recessive traits that being brother and sister should have. The next phase would most likely be you getting all of us pregnant, Brad. That is, if they didn't proceed with my dissection as planned," she said resignedly.
"You," Tara said to William, "Are a fucker."
"No, no, no! You don't understand! You six are far past being human. You are the next generation of human! You're all stronger, faster, and smarter then normal homo sapiens. We need to examine you so we can understand the changes and plan for them," William explained excitedly.
"I can kind of understand that, but why the hell would you need to dissect a perfectly normal and healthy person?" Brad asked.
"Oh, we need to weigh and measure brain mass, muscle and tissue density. Do you know your immune systems are so hyperactive that you can't even catch AIDS? If you get an arm cut off, it would regenerate! We need to figure out what and how to duplicate it in others. Do you know the lives we could save if we could develop an AIDS vaccine from your blood? Hell, the cure for cancer is in you as well!" William said.
"That makes even less sense. If we are that ... valuable, why the hell would you let us grow up outside of the lab, without even security around us?" Sammy asked.
"We needed to know how your kind would integrate with society. As for the security ... it wasn't needed until now, and should be arriving any second," William finished, as they heard several cars come to a screeching halt in front of their house.
"Fuck! Tara, put him out. Everyone else, out the back door! Move people!" Brad said urgently.
"Too late! The back's covered!" Sammy said.
Three men were slowly advanced towards the back door to the house, MP5 machine guns held at the ready. Vanessa took Terri's hand and headed for the back door. "We'll try to take out the men in back. You guys handle the ones in front. There should be five more."
Tara and Brad looked at each other, then glanced at the two youngest. "Unless you think you can do anything to help us, try to stay down. These idiots are carrying guns," Brad said, as he turned and headed for the living room.
Stephanie and Sammy started grabbing things out of cupboards and setting them on the table. "What should we use for fuse?" Sammy asked as Steph tossed her a box of kitchen matches. "Ah, thanks." She promptly started measuring and mixing things in a bowl.
In the living room, Brad and Tara had just arrived as the front door was kicked in and black clad men came running in. The first one tried to yell something, but it was choked off by Tara's foot crushing his windpipe. The man right behind him saw what happened and tried to bring his weapon to bear on Tara. Brad grabbed his helmet and gave it a sharp, hard spin. A loud crack was heard and the man slumped to the floor. Brad turned to face the next one in line and looked right down the barrel of the MP5 pointed at his face. Another man burst past them to try to subdue Tara. Time slowed for Brad. He became aware of everything around him. Tara wrestling with the man that went past him. The curves of the female soldier holding the gun pointed at his face. How hot she looked in her body armor, and how sexy she would look out of it.
As if she were stuck in the slowed time with Brad, the soldier hesitated, then began lowering her weapon as she stared into the eyes of this ... beautiful man. Joyce had always been attracted to women, but this ... boy, made her instantly wet! God she just had to fuck him! She hoped, prayed that he would accept her. She needed to be his. But she was supposed to be doing something. Arresting him? Subduing him? That's not right, He should be taking her. Tying her to his bed so he could use her. That would be ... Damn it! Think! What's going on? Her mind refused to focus. Attack, yes, she was supposed to attack and capture or kill everyone. No fucking way that was going to happen! This man shouldn't be killed! He should be protected ... worshipped. Come on, Joyce, focus!
Brad didn't understand what was going on as the woman turned and shot the man fighting Tara. Then she turned and shot the two other soldiers coming through the door. She turned back to Brad. "My apologies, Master." She took off her helmet and goggles. "They were supposed to kill you."
The sounds of fighting near the back door drew Brad's attention and he turned and ran. Tara and Joyce followed him. When they got to the back door, Brad saw that Vanessa had been shot in the arm, but was still fighting. Both women looked battered, but the three soldiers, two men and another woman, were still pushing them back. Joyce raised her weapon to shoot one of the soldiers, her former teammate, when the other man's head exploded with a loud BOOM.
The explosion knocked all the combatants to the floor. But Brad and his ladies were back up shortly. Terri checked the remaining male soldier then turned and took the weapons away from the woman.
Brad turned and saw Steph and Sammy in the kitchen with something in their hands. "Okay, what the hell just happened?"
"You should get away from here, Master. They will send more — many more — troops," Joyce offered. "Take Doctor Rogers' car, I don't think they have that lo-jacked. Go to the bank, and clean out his accounts. Find some place to trade the car for something else. Then just disappear. Please, Master! Hurry!"
"What's you name?" Brad asked.
"Joyce, Master. I don't have a last name," the woman said as she looked at the floor.
"Strip," Brad told her as he turned to his younger sisters. "Sammy, please go get something for her to wear. She's coming with us. Steph, please try to find Dr. Frankenstein's car keys. Terri, please tie these two up, while the rest of us run and grab some clothes for a trip," he pointed to the two soldiers on the floor that still had heads.
"I'll tie her up, but the other one doesn't need it." Terri nodded toward the rapidly stripping Joyce. "She shot him between the eyes."
Brad nodded his understanding. "Tara, would you please see if you can help mom?"
"Honey, are we all going to fit in the suburban?" Vanessa asked.
"It'll be tight with our clothes and stuff, but we'll make it work." He turned again to Joyce and was confronted with a vision. As he looked down her body his cock rose. Her very firm B cup breasts were capped with large very hard nipples pointing straight at him. Her taut belly with clearly outlined six-pack abs led down to her totally bare mons. From the angle he was at, he couldn't actually see her pussy lips, but he was suddenly aware of a very enticing odor coming from the woman.
Tara bumped his shoulder. "We need to get moving, Brad. We can drool over the new girl later. Right now we need to make ourselves gone." Vanessa and Stephanie just giggled while Brad tried to regain his composure.
"Right. Let's move folks," Brad said as he walked past Joyce for the stairs. He passed Sammy as she brought something for Joyce to wear, and heard the "Wow!" as she got the same view he'd had.
They pulled up to the bank and Vanessa, Stephanie, and Tara went in to close out the accounts. Brad silently thanked whatever deity was listening for greedy banks that stayed open late on Fridays. He turned to Joyce, who was sitting quietly, trying to figure out what was happening to her.
"Joyce, now that we have a minute, why didn't you kill me at the house? And what's with the whole 'master' thing?"
"I don't know, sir. All I can remember is when I looked into your eyes, I just fell into them. One minute I was pulling the trigger to kill you, the next I'm completely in love with you. It almost feels like I couldn't live without you. The really strange thing about all of this is, I'm gay! I couldn't stand the thought of a man touching me sexually; it's just gross! But you? I want to do everything with, to and for you! I don't understand at all." She sounded almost in tears.
"Sweetheart, what did they tell you about us?" Brad asked. His sisters were quietly listening.
"Only that we had a 'situation' with some test subjects and we were to either capture or kill everyone in the house," she replied. "We didn't even know what kinds of tests they were doing."
"Genetic tests. I'm afraid you might have run into a mental power I didn't know I had. Dr. Rogers said we weren't even human, and that we were supposed to be smarter, faster, and stronger than normal humans. He didn't say we were supposed to have mental powers, but the girls have some. I was starting to think I was normal after all," Brad explained.
"That would certainly explain my suddenly turning bisexual. This whole feeling is just so alien to me! Honestly, sir, I like how it feels, but ... I don't honestly know if I would want you to change me back, if you could," Joyce said.
"Well, not that I wouldn't, but I don't have any control over it at the moment. I know it doesn't affect everyone, or I'd have the female population of the high school following me around. Once I do get control of this, we'll talk about it again, okay?" Brad asked.
"I understand, Master. Until then, I'm happy to be your..." She closed her eyes and shivered. "Slave."
"Brad, I can do a lot for us electronically, if I can get a laptop. You wouldn't believe how easy it is to track someone by computer. If I can get my hands on one, I can take care of most of those issues," Sammy said.
"We'll see what we can do, hun," Brad said, smiling at her.
She winked at him and picked up her cell phone. She dialed a number, waited then dialed another one. She waited a few seconds, then spoke. "Jenko! How are you?" Pause,
"Really? A real live female?"
Pause,
"Cool. Say, do you happen to have anymore of those ST-38s?"
Pause,
"Yeah, mine went toes-up and I need a replacement. How much?"
Pause,
"Jenko! What would your new girl think? Besides, I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate it."
Pause, she sighed,
"Jenko, I really need this, you have no idea how close the Empire is."
Pause,
"Okay, fine! I'll do it, but no hands! No touching! I'll be by in a couple of hours to pick it up. It better be just you and her, and no hidden webcams or I'll get one of the wookies to pull your arms out, got it?"
Pause,
"Yeah, I know it's getting late, but like I said...
Pause,
"Yeah, later." Then she hung up the phone.
"Why do I get the impression you just made a deal I'm not going to like?" Brad asked.
"Probably because you're very perceptive. We really need this, Brad, so please don't make this harder then it is," Sammy said.
"So what's the deal?" He asked her.
"We need a milspec wireless modem. I just made a deal for one. I need to go alone to pick it up. It'll cost us about three hundred dollars," Sammy said looking out the window.
Brad looked at his sister, "Samantha, I love you, and that counts for a lot. But lying to me isn't going to win you any points."
She sighed and hung her head. "I'm sorry, Brad. I won't do it again, it's just ... The guy I made the deal with has been trying to get me naked since we first met. The only way he'll consider selling me his last modem will be if I strip for him and his girlfriend. Even with that he's still going to charge me the three hundred."
"You agreed to this?" Brad asked.
"Brad, we really are going to need this modem. He's the only person I know that has them. They aren't exactly legal you know. Besides, if I can stay on his good side, I'll be able to make more contacts with The Rebellion," she explained.
"With the who?" Terri asked.
"The Rebellion. It's a nation-wide underground of computer hackers that mostly do their own thing, but occasionally get together to try to punish the government for something they do. It's pretty juvenile, but if this group ever got together and had someone to direct them, they could control the whole fucking world. No one pays them any attention other than the occasional hacker bust, and even then it's usually someone who has never even heard of this group."
"How the hell did you ... never mind, I don't want to know. But I do know this Jenko person isn't going to see you naked before I do. I'm going in with you. No arguments," Brad said.
Terri smirked, "Jenko can't be his real name, who is this guy?"
"Peter Snipe," Sammy said.
"You're kidding me! That little weasel! Brad, before Tara and I stopped dating, he went out with both of us. He tried to get in both our pants, and when we told him no, he dropped us, and went after the next girl. The ONLY thing this kid is interested in is pussy. If we could get him laid, he'd probably give us the fucking modem. Unfortunately, I sure as hell won't fuck him, and I wouldn't want either of the girls doing him," Terri said.
"What would he think of two women fucking in front of him? You said he and his girlfriend right?" Joyce asked.
"Yeah, he said she likes girls too. I think the only reason she's with him is because he can make sure she graduates. She probably got roped into the girlfriend role as payment for changing a grade or two," Sammy explained.
"Who's the girl? If she's some skank..." Terri began.
"It's your friend, Heather. Which is why I think she got blackmailed into it," Sammy said as Terri winced.
"Heather may be the biggest bitch in school, but she at least always had taste. It must be something pretty bad to get her to agree with this. I honestly don't think there could be any real attachment between them," Terri said.
"Is she at least pretty?" Joyce asked.
"She's absolutely beautiful. I think she's one of the only girls in school I'd consider sleeping with, if she wasn't such a bitch all the time," Terri replied.
"Well, if she wanted to see Sammy naked then she must like girls too. So, let me go in with you, Sammy, and we can offer him the alternative deal."
Sammy agreed as the other women climbed back in the suburban looking a little stunned. "What's wrong?" Brad asked.
"Uh, nothing. The reason it took so long was because they had to collect and recount the money. William had six accounts here, each with over a hundred thousand in them," Vanessa explained.
"Holy shit!" Brad exclaimed.
"Which really makes me wonder about this!" She held up a piece of paper.
"What's that?" Sammy asked from the back seat.
Vanessa grinned. "The account information for William's accounts in the Grand Caymans. He had it written on this and hid under the keyboard of his computer in his study."
With an almost feral grin on her face, Sammy asked Brad to head for Best Buy. "Mom, Can I have that paper please?"
"Okay you sneaky bitch, what do you have up your sleeve?" Steph asked.
"I thought you could read her?" Brad asked.
"We can block each other if we try hard enough, and she is," Steph explained.
Brad noticed Tara and Terri look at each other, and smile. "Just learn something new girls?" he asked.
"They just want to be able to shut each other off when they lick each other. Which is how Steph and I ... OW!" She squealed as Steph slapped her arm. Vanessa and Joyce burst out laughing as Brad tried to fight the images of his fabulously beautiful sisters having sex with each other.
"Speaking of sneaky bitches, what did you two do to that soldier back at the house?" Brad asked.
"Do you remember the big stink some people made about something called 'The Anarchist's Cookbook'?" Stephanie answered.
"Yeah..." Brad replied.
"Well, let's just say that having a perfect memory and a good understanding of chemistry gives you unusual skills. We made a form of a hand grenade. We had intended them to be all flash, but I got pissed and threw it at the fucker's head. It wasn't my fault he opened his mouth," Stephanie explained.
Brad shivered. He thought it was a little strange that they had killed eight people today, and none of them seemed to be bothered by it. Not even Joyce, who was a teammate of the people they had killed.
They got out of Best Buy several thousand dollars lighter and with more equipment than Brad had thought they'd need. As they pulled up outside of the Snipe residence Sammy seemed a little nervous.
"Relax, love. Joyce and I'll be with you. If he's as hormonally driven as Terri says he is, he'll jump at this deal. Remember, Joyce is acting like my girlfriend for this." Sammy nodded as they rang the doorbell.
A very beautiful raven-haired young woman opened the door. She smiled seductively at Sammy as she let them in, but couldn't help looking Joyce over as well. She had an extra sway to her hips as she led them down to the basement room that was the home of Peter Snipe, computer hacker.