A few minutes later a bemused looking Julie was led into the room by her youngest daughter, and guided to one of the easy chairs. Her oldest children were all sitting on the couch, and Anna walked around behind it and threw a hip up in the back, right behind her brother.
"There is literally a ton of shit to tell you, Julie. But first things first..." Peter said. "I want you to know, we never would have approached you to be our lover if we thought you still had feelings for ... Paul."
Bianca started typing on her ever present laptop, and Julie saw the big TV come to life; Bianca's laptop was ported to the TV.
"We've done some checking based on some information neither you nor the police know about. We're pretty sure, but have no absolute proof yet, who the Blonde Rapist is." He nodded down to Bianca, and she brought up pictures of all the girls that had, so far, been attacked.
They were hard to look at, as the photo's showed all the graphic details including the nude bodies of the victims. It was pretty clear that these were not from the internet, but the actual crime photos the police used. "Yes, these are the actual crime photos. Do you notice anything strange about them? Anything ... familiar?"
Peter nodded to Phoebe, and Bianca brought up full frontal and rear nude picture of one of the abused young women. Phoebe stood next to the TV and dropped the dress she'd slipped on.
Julie saw what Peter was trying to show her. Each and every one of the girls displayed on the screen looked just like her daughters. Now that she looked at them, side by side, the resemblance was frighteningly eerie.
When Peter saw that she got what he was saying, he nodded thanks to Phoebe, and she pulled her dress back up. Bianca opened some text files as Peter continued. "There is even more compelling evidence. In every statement the victims gave to the police, the rapist called the girls by one of three names; Bianca, Phoebe, or Anastasia. The police haven't been able to figure out why he uses those three names, but I think we know why." Peter said as he knelt in front of his mother, and took her hands. "Two years ago, Dad snuck into Phoebe and Bianca's room, pulled down their blankets and jacked off on their naked butts.
"The next night, he did it again only this time, he was going to take Bianca. In the dim light of the room, he couldn't tell it wasn't Bianca's ass he was moving towards, but mine. When he got close enough that there was no way to mistake his actions, I knocked him on his ass, and threatened to beat him to a pulp if I ever found out he was in that room again. I didn't say it, but he understood the threat included Anna's room as well.
"Two month's ago, Anna was awakened by someone climbing into bed with her, and she was terrified." He bit his lower lip and looked over at his sisters, and they nodded to him. Julie noticed that Anna was sitting on Phoebe's lap, and Bianca was holding one her hands.
"The four of us, now five of us," he smiled at Julie. "Share a ... bond. Our research says that this kind of thing isn't uncommon for twins or triplets, but in our case Anna was a part of it. We can feel each other's emotions and feelings. So when Anna got so scared, we knew she needed us, and we all ran to her room. When we burst into her room and turned the light on, Dad was under her covers trying to pull her to him. He was nude and had an erection. Like us, Anna sleeps in the buff too, so she didn't even have the protection of night clothes. I drug him out of her bed, and threatened him again, this time I told him I'd kill him if he harmed my sisters."
"Actually, he said 'my women' Mom." Anna clarified with a giggle, and Peter blushed.
Julie was horrified by what she'd been told and was very proud of her son, but wondered how come she hadn't noticed any of this. "Honey, I'm not doubting your word, but where was I during all this? I live here too you know. I never saw anything!"
Anna cleared her throat. "Have you ever heard of Rohypnol?"
"No! How did he give it to me?" Julie asked. "If he gave it to me, why didn't he simply rape me? It's not like I could have stopped him."
"Mom, I don't know how to say this but, in his eyes, you're too old. He wants young, virgin, and I think, he wanted us specifically." Anna said as she snuggled into her sister's shoulder and shuddered. Phoebe moved her hand up to Anna's thigh, and Anna let go of Bianca's hand long enough to move her sister's hand up, and under her own skirt. She moaned softly as she took Bianca's hand, and Phoebe's arm started moving slightly.
"Cool it, Guys." Peter said. "If we do this the legal way, we're all going to be under a lot of scrutiny; which for a number of reasons would not be a good thing at the moment."
"We can't leave him out there to continue raping these girls! How else can we stop him? We have to tell the police!" Julie said pleadingly.
Peter hesitated, but plunged on. "The third victim, Theresa Reilly, is the full biological daughter of Kragen Tostov. I think the problem could be taken care of very quietly if Mr. Tostov where to be made aware of this information," Peter finished grimly.
Julie sat stunned. Kragen Tostov was a major leader in the local Russian Mafia. He was always in the news as being investigated for this or that. If he found out who the rapist was; no one would ever see him alive again. What stunned her was that Peter would even suggest what amounted to the blatant murder of his own father.
"Why would you suggest such a thing, Peter? What is so important that we can't stand a little scrutiny? Sure, we'd have to be a lot more careful with the sleeping arrangements, but I think we could survive until it had blown over," Julie asked.
"Julie, none of us have been in high school for three years. We made arrangements to quietly graduate and move on. The counselors and staff at the school were very sympathetic to the plight of a family of geniuses not wanting to attract media attention," Phoebe said.
"We also didn't want ... Paul, to know, because he would have tried to exploit us; I've seen his business dealings and practices. He is a very unscrupulous person," Bianca added.
"Since we left high school, we have not only grown rapidly in wealth, but we all have already gotten Master's Degrees in various fields, and all that's left for Anna to become a Doctor is the stuff she absolutely has to be there for, like the internship. She has also started another degree in genetics. Phoebe and Bianca are close to PhDs, but will also have to give a physical presence to defend their dissertations. I might eventually take more classes, but at present, I'm dealing with our finances, and moving forward with our goals. None of us are adults yet, so most of what we've done has had to have been below the radar, which means hardly any of it is legal," Peter continued. "We'll need to move to Seattle for a couple of years so they can finish up."
"How much money are we talking about here, it can't be all that..."
"Seven-point-nine billion as of this morning; none of it can be traced all the way back to us, at least, not yet." Peter grinned at the girls.
"Dollars?" Julie asked, again shocked beyond belief. Okay, so the kids did have a reasonable concern for not wanting anyone to look at them too closely. But, to have him killed? Was that really the only way? "But about Paul ... is killing him the only way?"
Peter stood, walked to the middle of the room. "He brutally and without regard for them, raped those girls. He took the most precious part of those young woman and ripped it out of them. Two of them have tried to commit suicide. But in my eyes the most important reason is that he was going to do that to my girls!" Peter raised his voice, and tears of anger streamed down his cheeks. "No one harms the women I love! No one!"
Bianca came over to her brother and held him. He was shaking in rage that he had obviously been holding back, his fists were clenched and his jaws tightly shut as he hung his head in a desperate struggle to regain his emotional control.
Julie ran to him too. "I so sorry, Peter. I didn't mean to hurt you! Please forgive me!" Her voice cracked and she felt real fear that she had caused this in him. She was terrified he wouldn't love her anymore.
The naked terror he heard in her voice doused his anger like a bucket of cold water. He pulled her to Bianca and him, to include her in their hug. "Love, you didn't hurt me, the situation did. The anger was at Paul, not you. You have nothing to ever fear from me. The reason we have these discussions is so we can express our opinions with out worry." Peter said holding her.
"I was afraid I'd made you so mad you wouldn't want me anymore," she sniffed.
"Never happen, love. We are all entitled to our opinions, right or wrong," Peter told her. "We talk to make sure we don't make decisions that any of us can't live with, and this is a biggie. Don't be afraid to say what you feel."
"I was worried that you could so easily talk about having your own father killed. I have no problem with the death penalty for rape, as long as we absolutely know the person is guilty. The other thing bothering me is that; are we so easily willing to step out side the law simply because it won't have the result we desire? You said yourself that all you had was circumstantial evidence. This will cost a man his life; are you absolutely sure, beyond all doubt that he actually did this?" Julie asked.
"That man stopped being a father to any of us long ago. Hell, he hasn't even been a husband to you in years. Not all the time, but occasionally, we can read the thoughts of others. I know he's the Blonde Rapist because I've seen it in him. He has a more extensive porn collection on his computer than most normal guys my age. Every single picture, and every single actress on his computer is a young blonde, just like them," He nodded toward the girls. "He jacks off to them every night, and in his sick, twisted mind, he beats them to a bloody pulp; they crawl to him and beg him for his cum." Peter said. "Yes, it's more circumstantial evidence, but as damning as all if this is; none of it would allow the police to do more than search the house and start poking into the rest of our lives. At the moment, we stand to lose just about everything if that happened.
"The man that lives here..." Peter was interrupted by the arrival of that man.
"Well, well, what do we have here? My whole 'loving' family all in one place! I wonder, what ever could they be talking about?" Paul said sarcastically.
"Just presenting Mom with all the evidence we have on your raping activities, asshole," Peter said. "Remember what I told you about touching any of these girls, you bastard? We're making good on the threat."
"You don't get it, do you, you little fuck? These three little cunts belong to me! They are mine! Four if you want to count that dried-up, old bitch. Those others were just the warm up for the main event. Those little cunts just laid there and cried, they didn't even fight back. Where's the fun in that? Now you think you have grown the stones to tell me I can't fuck my cunts?" He pulled a gun out of his pocket. "I don't think so, dickhead. You see, I'm going to pop the cherries on each one of these cute little vigins, then I'm going to pop your cherry, just before I blow your fucking head off! Now, I will take the fucking respect I deserve! Strip!"
"I hate to disappoint you, Daddy, but none of us are virgins. We all found a real man that actually loves us, and we gladly spread our legs for him. He took our cherries weeks ago," Phoebe said. "None of us wanted them wasted on you!"
"He's such a real man that he even got your wife pregnant in your own bed. At least she didn't have to ask grandpa to get her pregnant again. This time it was his son that will be the father!" Anna spat at the greasy little man.
"Just think, Paul, the boy that you claim to be your son, was not only conceived by a real man, he's become one himself! He even has a real cock, not that pathetic little worm you call a dick," Bianca added.
Paul took his eyes off Peter long enough to try to backhand his daughter. That was all the time Peter needed. He pushed Bianca and Julie to the floor and launched a kick up into the soft tissue of the inside of Paul's forearm that was holding the gun. There was a loud, sickening snap as Paul screamed and dropped the gun.
Following through with the forward motion, Peter dropped his elbow into Paul's nose, knocking him out. Peter opened the hallway closet, and pulled out an extension cord used for holiday decorations. He used the cord to bind Paul's feet and unbroken arm.
When he looked up to ask what they should do with him now, Julie was already on her cell phone. What surprised him was the fact that she was speaking in a Russian dialect.
When she finally hung up, she looked at her family. "Kragen will be here in ten minutes."