"Paul honey, why do they call this place 'Spooky Slough'? I thought it was called Lake Kachina?" Becky asked when she finally got her breathing and heart rate under control.

Since it was technically their first date, and considering her age, Paul was trying to make sure things didn't go too far. Which is why they had pried their lips apart long enough for her to ask the question; she didn't exactly agree with his wanting to take it slow, but she accepted it.

Paul Walker had gotten his driver's license about five months ago, but had held off dating because he hadn't really found anyone he'd wanted to go out with. Becky Bey was a friend of his little sister's, though Mindy Walker was actually a year younger than the sexy freshman.

"It's named Kachina, but if I remember right, Kachina is some kind of Indian spirit or ghost. Combine that with some vague rumors of odd stuff happening out here, and poof! A new nickname for the Lake," Paul replied as he kissed the girl's bare shoulder. She was wearing a spaghetti strap tank top and no bra in anticipation of taking the shirt off.

Though Paul had never really noticed the younger girl, he had caused a major underwear problem for her ever since the first time she'd walked Mindy home.

Since Mindy had gotten Paul to ask Becky out, Becky was determined to keep him interested in her by seducing him. She figured that most boys wanted to get laid and she had been dreaming about him being her first almost every night. So, she dressed for ease of access but was very frustrated by him holding her back. Wasn't she pretty enough? Didn't he like her that way?

The tender, almost loving way he kissed her was the last straw for her frustration. She had to know why he was keeping his hands to himself. "Paul?..." She hesitated, suddenly unsure of herself.

He looked into her pretty green eyes. "Yes?"

She sighed. "Paul, Uh, I'd like to know if you like me or not. I mean, I think I've made it pretty obvious what I'd be willing to do with you. Don't you want to have sex with me?"

His soft chuckle immediately raised her hackles and she was getting ready to tear into his ass, but he completely shot her 'mad' right in the head.

"Becky, you don't have to worry; I'm sure we'll have a lot of sex, but not tonight. You're probably one of the most beautiful girls I've ever met. I never thought you'd ever agree to go out with me. Trust me here; keeping my hands to myself is getting harder every time our lips touch." He sighed in frustration as he looked down at her rock hard nipples.

"The reason we can't have sex tonight is; I don't want to just fuck. It's the main reason I haven't asked anyone else out. The girls that would say yes don't have any idea what love is, but think sex is the way to find out. I don't want a 'fuck-buddy' that's just as confused about all this as I am. I want a person I can share this with; someone I can sit and talk to, and enjoy just being with. Yes, I'll want to have sex too, but..." he sighed in frustration. "Everyone I know makes sex seem so ... like it's this cool new game on the x-box. I know I'm not making much sense, but I hope you can accept that explanation."

"Jesus, no wonder she's so in love with him," Becky mumbled to herself.

"What was that?" Paul asked.

"Uh, never mind. I think I understand; but now I want to have sex with you even more. Did Mindy tell you that I've had a crush on you since forever?" Becky asked as she snuggled closer to Paul.

"Really? No, she never said anything. I was actually surprised when she suggested I ask you out. I, uh ... I thought you two were ... uh..." Paul blushed.

"Together?" Becky asked.

"Well yeah ... I didn't think you liked boys, so that was another reason I was trying to go slow; I thought you might be using me to cover the fact that you liked girls. Not that I would have minded, I just would have liked to have been asked first."

"You mean you'd have no problem if your little sister liked girls?" Becky asked.

"Why should I? I happen to think girls are pretty neat myself. But really, it's none of my business who she loves; she's still my sister, and I'll still love her," Paul said.

"I do love Mindy. I know we are pretty young, and she may eventually outgrow me, but I think I'd really like her to be a part of my life. She's a very special girl," Becky said seriously. "I can't confirm if she likes girls or not, since that is for her to say, but I can tell you that I do like girls, but I like boys too. One in particular and he's really pushing the limits of 'like'. I may have to figure out how to keep both of you in my life."

Paul pulled away and looked at her. "Are you sure you're only fourteen? You sound way too mature sometimes." He kissed her. "I think I like that."

She looked down at her lap. "I want you to know, Paul, that I'm not really this easy. I dressed like this, and acted like that so you would want to take me out again. Not exactly the most mature plan, now that I look back on it." She looked him in the eyes again. "I'm still a virgin. I'd decided a few months ago that, when the time came, I'd give that to you. I've had the hots for you since Mindy asked me over last year. Every time I've been over to your house to visit Mindy, it just got worse. So far, I haven't found anything about you that I don't like. I really would like to be your girlfriend, and learn about love with you."

"I think I might like that," he smiled.

"But what about Mindy?" Becky asked. "I saw how your eyes lit up when you talked about her. Will you have a problem sharing me with her?"

Paul thought for a minute. "No, but she might. I think she might see it as a form of incest, and I think that might freak her out. I don't want to do anything that will hurt her, so promise me that if you do develop a relationship with her, she has to know about you and I."

"I promise, but what about you? Do you have any incest issues?"

Paul chuckled, "Hell no! Have you seen my sister? No man should be subjected to the two of you in bikinis and not be allowed to touch! Seriously though, sharing you with her isn't even close to actually being incestuous, so there wouldn't be a problem even if the thought of making love to her did bother me."

Becky could see that lump in his pants had returned full force with the thought of making love to Mindy.

Since it was a warm spring night they'd had the windows down so they could listen to the crickets. They'd both heard the vehicle pull into the next picnic area just on the other side of the bushes. Since no one was supposed to be out here, they were waiting to make sure it wasn't a ranger.

It was getting late anyway, and Paul was about to start the car when they heard a girl scream and a guy cussing.

Paul was out of the car and running for the sound before the echo had died. He rounded the brush just in time to see a large guy in a letterman's jacket backhand a mostly nude girl, and knock her to the ground. Another guy was sitting in the side door of a van laughing at the other guy. "Jesus Grimes! Fuck her before she beats the hell out of you! Ooh ... that's nice, baby." The last he said to a dark haired girl whose head was bobbing up and down in his lap. Looking closer, Paul saw that he was holding the girl by a fist full of her soft looking hair, and forcing her down on his cock.

Sensing a presence next to him, he turned and saw Becky watching right beside him. "Get back to the car! If they catch you, I might not be able to protect you!" Paul hissed at her quietly.

"I know. Be careful; the asshole in the van is Martin Hendricks and the other fucker is Harlen Grimes. Both of them are seniors and Harlen is the quarterback. Martin's on the team too,"

"I've gotta try to help these girls. Get back to the car and call the cops. I'll bring them over there if I can." Paul said.

She kissed him, and made for the car. Paul moved around the far side of the custom van to see Grimes had finished stripping his victim, and she wasn't really fighting back much anymore. Paul couldn't see her face, but he thought she looked a little young. The fact that she wasn't fighting much scared him more than a little since it was obvious this wasn't her idea of a good time.

Grimes was pushing his pants down while he called the girl a whore and a slut, and he was gonna show her what a real man was. Paul moved forward quickly before he puked.

Harlen Grimes was the only son of Adam Grimes, the president of the local bank. It was obvious Adam thought his son was the perfect paragon of virtue and star of the football team. Harlen had been spoiled all his life. Even the van he drove was a gift from his father, since it would come in so handy for those away games.

Grimes was about to push his cock into the girl when Paul kicked him in the face as hard as he could. He heard as well as felt a satisfying crunch as the two-hundred-pound quarterback was thrown clear of his victim.

"You little FUCK!" Hendricks said as he rushed to beat the bastard that was ruining his evening.

Martin rushed Paul, with his arms flailing the air. Paul had always enjoyed spending time working out with his and Mindy's uncle, John. What neither John nor Paul had ever told anyone was that before he'd 'passed away', John had made Paul promise to take care of his mother and little sister, and he had taught him exactly how to protect them.

Paul grabbed Martin by the right arm, and jerked him forward into Paul's right elbow. Martin dropped to the ground and didn't move.

Seeing no more immediate threats, he turned back to the girl on the ground in front of him. He felt a barely-controlled, murderous rage as he looked at the growing bruise on the perfect face of his baby sister.

Quickly, he pulled his shirt off and wrapped it around her nude body; he couldn't help but notice how absolutely perfect her small body was as well. She looked like a miniature version of Jessica Alba. She was only thirteen, and she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He slapped himself mentally, and gently picked her up. She didn't weigh all that much, but she was 'dead' weight.

Sister in his arms, he got back to the van to see a partially nude girl he recognized from his own class; Renee Hendricks. Martin had been forcing his own sister to suck him.

She just stared at Paul in shock.

"Renee, are you hurt?" Paul asked.

"Uh..."

"Renee, do you still have your clothes?" Paul asked. "While I think you're very pretty, I don't think you can really run around topless."

That got her to grab her shirt, bra and purse. She also grabbed Mindy's clothes. "Do you know what you're doing, Paul? Marty and Harlen will kill you."

"I'll worry about that later. Right now, let's get you and Mindy some place safe." Paul carried Mindy, and led the girl over to his car.

"Paul?" Mindy asked groggily.

"Take it easy baby-girl, you're safe now. They can't hurt you anymore. We're almost to the car, then we are going to get you and Renee to the hospital, to get checked out." Paul said and kissed the small, warm girl in his arms tenderly on the forehead.

"Paul those fuckers where hurting another girl ... they were raping her! They were going to ... Oh Paul!" She broke down into sobs and put her arms around his neck to hold on.

"I know, sweetheart, but they didn't; we got to you in time," Paul said, trying to comfort the crying girl. He looked over to see Renee crying as well.

"I tried to stop them, Paul, I really did. Marty just slapped me, and forced his cock back down my throat again," Renee said between sobs and sniffs.

Becky screamed in anguish when they got back to the car, and she saw who Paul was carrying. She immediately opened the back door and helped Paul guide the girl into the back seat. When Renee and Becky began to help Mindy put her clothes on, Paul stopped them.

"I hate to say it ladies, but it would be better if you left her the way we found her for now. There's a blanket in the trunk she can cover up with."

"Why?" Becky asked.

"Police procedures. This was a rape, and an attempted rape. Putting clothes on may screw up what evidence was on their bodies. Since Renee was already mostly dressed, she can put her shirt on. They're going to want you to go to the ER and get a rape kit done, Renee," Paul said.

Mindy sniffed. "Me too, Paul?"

"I'm afraid so, squirt. Even though he didn't actually rape you, I'm sure they'll still want a doctor to examine you," Paul said looking at the police cars and ambulance making their way around the small bay to their picnic area. Paul handed the blanket to Becky and reached into the driver's area to turn on the lights so the police could see where they were.

He opened his phone and called home. Luckily, his father answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi Dad, We have a problem. Becky and I were out at Kachina, parking, and we heard a scream from the spot next to us. I went to check it out and ended up fighting two boys and rescuing two girls that were ... well, Dad, one of them was Mindy."

"WHAT!!" He yelled, shock and anger his immediate emotions. Then he calmed down some. "Is she ... did you stop them before ... Is she okay?"

"She's hurt, but yes, I did manage to stop him before he could ... The bastard did hit her really hard though, and if the police don't insist on it, I'm going to be taking her into the ER along with the other victim," Paul explained.

"You mean you're still out at the lake? Paul how long ago did this happen?"

"Maybe ten minutes. I can hear one of the bastards groaning in pain, but I don't think the other one has regained consciousness yet. The police are about to arrive, and you'll probably need to bail me out of jail shortly. One of those kids was Harlen Grimes."

Lou Walker groaned. "How badly did you hurt them?"

"Dad! They had already been raping one girl, and were just about to rape Mindy! I wasn't too worried about hurting them too much!" Paul said angrily.

"No, of course not! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have thought that. You did the right thing son, but you're right; you're going to be in cuffs as soon as they ID Grimes. Who was the other boy?" Lou asked.

"Martin Hendricks. He was abusing another girl, and I didn't actually see him assaulting Mindy, only Grimes, but Martin jumped me when I took out Grimes," Paul explained.

"Your mother and I are heading out to the car. We'll be out there in five minutes. Don't let the officers question any of you until then. I'll have Jen call Greg and Tina, uh ... Becky's parents. Hang in there son, we're coming."

"Thanks Dad. See ya in a few minutes," Paul hung up and quickly dialed another number his uncle had made him memorize.

When it was answered, what he was told took him completely by surprise. "We're already on our way, Paul. Sit tight and I'll try to make sure you don't get arrested. Don't answer any of their questions about what happened either. Just tell them you're waiting for your parents, or lawyer or something. Our ETA is about seven minutes. Don't shut your phone off." The woman that had spoken was very no-nonsense and professional. Paul got the impression that it would be a bad idea to piss her off.

True to form, the first thing that happened was two belligerent, over-weight men in police uniforms, (Paul just couldn't call them policemen) immediately took Paul into custody, tried to separate him from the girls, and stuff him in the back of their cruiser.

All three of the girls protested loudly, and that got the attention of the EMT's that were treating the two young men.

"What the fuck? Stinson! You're an ass-hole! These girls should have been looked at long before those two spoiled rapists. Why didn't you tell us that they were over here?"

"Alleged rapists. I highly doubt that what happened here could be classified as rape. In fact, I'm sure that the girls have been leading the boys on for weeks now; teasing them repeatedly until they finally had to put up or shut up. Then once they ... uhn!" The fat cop hit the ground unconscious as Paul simply stood back and let him fall. No one had actually seen Paul kick the cop in the face, but his partner wasn't taking any chances. The other fat cop, whose nametag had Wallace on it drew his revolver and pointed it at Paul's head. "Don't even flinch, you little fucker. I've half a mind to shoot you for resisting arrest. Now get your fucking ass in the god-dammed car!"

"Slowly holster your weapon, Officer!" A woman's voice said from Paul's right, and behind Officer Wallace.

"Who the fuck are you? I'm trying to apprehend a dangerous criminal, if you think I'm going to lower my weapon, and let him take me out like he did to Stinson, you got another think coming lady!" Wallace said without taking his eyes off Paul.

The woman, dressed in forest camo BDU, pressed the muzzle of her Glock 30 to the back of his head. "If you don't put your weapon away, I will shoot you in the fucking head, and stuff your fat ass in a shallow hole out here in the hills. Do you fucking hear me, asshole?" She said quietly.

Wallace's face paled and he released his weapon to let it roll forward on his hand as he slowly lifted his hands.

"Officer Wallace, you're not very bright are you? I told you to put your weapon away, not surrender. Now, for the record, my name is Captain Sparks of the Special Operations command currently stationed over in Butte City. Now that we have that taken care of, what happened here Paul?"

Paul and Mindy's parents had arrived while Sparks was teaching Officer Wallace about courtesy and Jennifer Walker was holding all three girls and crying; in relief Paul hoped. Lou stayed with the ladies, and nodded to his son with a small, but concerned, smile.

Paul filled her and Officer Wallace in, while one of Captain Sparks men removed his handcuffs, and offered him a bottle of water. Sparks listened intently, and smiled at the girls when they nodded in agreement with Paul's recounting of the evening's events.

"Captain," Renee Hendricks said softly. "My brother, Martin, and his friend Harlen have been raping me almost daily for the last few months. The first few times it happened, I went to my parents but they told me that I was just jealous of him, and that I shouldn't spread such lies about him. I tried to tell a teacher I trusted, she took me to the nurse, and got one of the counselors, and the school principal. I got a week's detention for lying, and all three women got fired. My mother took me to the doctor last week to have him put me on birth control, but he refused since I'm already pregnant.

"My mother got him to put me on prenatal vitamins, and a special diet for expectant mothers. My father hasn't spoken to me since that doctor's appointment. Mother keeps referring to the baby as Harlen's, but I know it can't be his. He's never had vaginal sex with me; only Martin has.

"I was wondering if I could stay with Paul and Mindy? I know no one will hurt me there, and I trust Paul." She looked Paul in the eyes. "I trust him very much."

"Of course you can stay with us, sweetheart! Lou and I will take care of you," Jen said, glancing at her husband.

He nodded. "I'll do my best, but her father is a very powerful attorney. I'm sure it'll be a hell of a fight."

Sparks took a deep breath. "Mr. and Mrs. Walker, I already know Paul is, but are you able and willing to take responsibility for the minor, Renee Hendricks, and care for her as your own daughter?"

Both adults said yes without hesitation, then Sparks turned to Paul. "Do you accept the additional responsibility of protecting her as a member of your family?"

"If that's what she wants, yes," Paul said.

Sparks nodded her head. "Okay, I'll make it happen. Mr. Walker, please take the girls to the ER to make sure they're okay, then take them home. If anyone gives you a hard time, have Paul give me a call. Paul, I think your date is a bit over due. Do you need me to call her parents?"

"I talked to Greg and Tina on our way out here. They're waiting for our call to let them know to meet them at either the hospital or the police station. Becky was supposed to spend the night with us after their date. She and Mindy are really close friends," Jen said.

"I know. I'll take care of all the official crap, handle the authorities, and meet you folks back at your house. I imagine you're probably wondering what the hell is going on; I'll be there in the late morning to answer the questions; Paul can't. Please don't press him on something, if he says he can't answer, he really can't. He swore an oath to keep the parts he knows about secret," Sparks said.