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Anger - 3 
by Ragsthetiger (ragsthetiger@netscape.net)

***

J.L. and Terry take steps to bring Leah into their 
oddball little family. (M/f+, teens, reluc, inc, v, bd, 
tor)

***

Part III: The process of Adoption

"We need someplace with more room than your little 
apartment." I said for the fifth or sixth time.

Terry glared at me, getting ready to launch back into 
the tirade she'd used the night before. She loved her 
little student rat hole, her own personal first home 
since leaving the oh-so-loving and confining prison our 
parents ran.

I stood up, unbuttoned my pants and began undoing the 
buckle of my belt. I never moved my eyes away from my 
little sister's.

"Don't go getting me pissed off, Baby, unless you're 
willing to deal with the consequences."

The glare melted away, and the beginnings of an evil, 
wicked little grin began forming on her beautiful lips.

"What makes you think that wasn't my plan the whole 
time?" she leered at me.

My own sister leered at me. Can you imagine?

"I wouldn't put it past you, lover. But there'll be 
plenty of time for that later. Right now we have other 
things to work out and the sooner the better for all of 
us." I re-buttoned my fly, secured my belt and sat back 
down.

Terry gave me a mock pout. "Oh, fine. Be that way."

"Baby, we are going to need more room if Leah's moving 
in with us. Housing on post for conventional families 
is damn hard to come by, and I don't think it would be 
a good idea for the three of us to be living in 
military housing even if I somehow got to the top of 
the list. Besides, the three of us living here in a one 
room apartment is eventually going to cause problems. 
We need to have some individual space. There will be 
times when any one, or maybe all three, of us wants to 
be alone, if only to keep from disemboweling the other 
two."

Terry sighed.

Hah! I'd won. That didn't happen very often anymore, 
what with me living with two females.

"Also, there's been a bit of a snag on the adoption 
front."

"What happened?" she was all ears and very serious now. 
Adopting Leah had become kind of an obsession.

"In order to make this a legal adoption, we need one of 
two things. Permission, in the form of a Power of 
Attorney signed and authorized by her parents, that 
grants us full guardianship, or we have to create a 
complete new identity for her. And a new identity for a 
fifteen year old is not that easy to arrange, no matter 
how much money you throw at it. She isn't even old 
enough for a driver's license. If we give her an adult 
identity, then that eliminates the reason for 
adoption."

"Hmmmmmm..." Terry was planning. Where I'm a tactician, 
she's a strategist.

"Okay, I see what you're saying. It looks like the only 
good choice is to get her parents to give us a Power of 
Attorney."

We were sitting in her tiny little living room on the 
loveseat, me in my desert BDUs, standard work uniform 
for me during the daylight hours, and Terry in jeans 
and a cutoff sweatshirt. It was a little after noon; 
I'd left work to come home and argue with my 
sister/lover/wife.

Out of the bedroom emerged the subject of our current 
conversation. Leah's shoulder length black hair looked 
like it had recently been used as a bird's nest. She 
wore a baseball tee-shirt that hugged her small tits 
and came down only to her hips. Below the shirt she was 
as naked as the day she was born. Leah didn't like body 
hair and took every opportunity to remove what little 
she had. As she turned into the kitchen, still looking 
half-asleep, I could see that her tight little ass was 
bright red.

"Well, I can see what you two have been doing while I 
was off keeping the world safe from democracy."

Terry grinned. "She needs it from time to time. It 
makes her feel clean and lets her know she's loved. You 
aren't jealous, are you Jerry Lee?"

"Hard not to be, the way I've seen you two going at 
it."

"It's not the same kind of love I feel for you, Jerry 
Lee, it's really more... motherly."

Leah came out of the kitchen, a little dribble of milk 
at the corner of her mouth, stumbled over and plopped 
her naked ass down on my lap and wiggled about till she 
got comfortable. She wrapped her arms around my neck 
and gave me a brief hug and kissed me on the lips, a 
light, sweet, chaste little kiss.

"Morning poppa." She yawned.

I hugged her back, one arm around her ribs, one angled 
down across her back, a hand resting on her naked hip.

"It's afternoon now, sweet pea, but good morning to you 
just the same. Been bad again, huh?" I asked, because 
by this time I knew she wanted me to.

"Yes, but momma spanked me and now I feel better."

"I'm glad you feel better. Leah, I need to talk to you 
about some things you might not want to talk about, but 
it's important."

I could feel her tense up. I caressed her hip gently, 
lovingly and squeezed her closer to me with my other 
arm.

"It's okay, honey. I won't let anything hurt you. Not 
even me."

"Okay poppa. What things?" she said very softly.

"I need to know about your mother and father. Where 
they live, their names, anything and everything you can 
think of to tell me about them."

I could hear her start to cry, feel her body shake.

I rocked her back and forth, holding her close to me 
and letting her get it out of her system. After about 
ten minutes the crying tapered off and she began to 
relax a little.

Terry moved closer to me and laid her head on my 
shoulder. 

"My family name is DeSoles. My father's name 
is...Desmond. My mother's name is Rose. My father's 
brother is Howard. They're all the family I know of. We 
all lived in the same house, forty miles west of 
Tillman. Mother is my height, light brown hair, thirty 
two years old. Daddy is a big man, maybe six foot 
three, kinda fat but real strong. His hair is black and 
he is the same age as my mother. He's a farmer. Uncle 
Howard is as tall as Daddy, but not fat. He's thin and 
mean. He looks like a younger version of Daddy. I think 
he's twenty seven."

I kept caressing her naked hip while she talked, and 
every so often I would give her a firm hug or a kiss on 
the head.

"Thank you, sweet pea. That helps a lot. See momma and 
I have a little problem getting the paperwork completed 
to permanently adopt you, so I'm going to talk with 
your folks and get them to sign guardianship of you 
over to us."

"NO! Don't go there, they'll find out where I am and 
come after me!" she began flailing and thrashing. 
Holding on to her was like trying to stuff a pissed off 
bobcat into your front pocket.

I ended up having to be a little rougher with her than 
I wanted to, but it was that or risk serious injury. I 
latched onto her small body hard with both arms and 
rolled the both of us off the loveseat onto the floor. 
I grabbed her wrists in my hands and forced them down 
hard and pinned her legs by forcing my lower body tight 
and hard against her and locked my legs around hers, 
clamping them in place.

"LEAH!" I snarled, "Stop this right NOW!"

She went limp, her big violet eyes staring up into my 
pale gray orbs.

"I will go and talk with them. They will never, ever 
find out where you are. Do you understand me? Never... 
ever. I will not allow them to find you or hurt you. 
Believe it, little girl. Nobody messes with what's 
mine. Okay?"

There was a pause while she searched my eyes and my 
face.

"Okay. I believe you."

"You aren't just saying that 'cause I'm squashing you 
like a bug?"

She giggled, exactly like the young girl she was 
supposed to be.

"No...it feels pretty good." She actually blushed. "I 
feel really, really safe with you on top of me." 

I released her arms and unlocked my legs. As soon as I 
let go, she tilted her hips, wrapping her long lean 
legs around my hips and her arms around my neck. Now I 
was the one being secured.

I did an awkward pushup and got to my knees. Cupping 
one bare butt cheek in each hand to help support the 
added weight I'd just gained, I rose unsteadily to my 
feet and turned to my little sister who was still 
sitting on the loveseat. She had an amused smile on her 
face.

"Help!" I said plaintively. "I'm being seduced by a 
fifteen year old sex kitten."

Both of them started giggling, but I could sense a 
strained, forced feel to Terry's giggles.

Leah tightened her grip on my waist, clenching her legs 
even harder and actually managed to wiggle her ass in 
my hands. She pulled back her head, sighted on her 
target and then pressed her lips against mine with a 
passion I hadn't seen in her since our very first night 
together. Her hungry lips mashed chewed on mine, her 
tongue thrust into my mouth and I think went looking 
for gold fillings to loot. Eventually I had to pull 
back to get some air.

I looked down at Terry.

"Do you ever get jealous?" I asked. It wasn't a 
taunting kind of question. At least I didn't intend it 
to be. I really did wonder, especially since it was my 
sweet little sister who introduced a third party into 
our ménage a` dieux.

"Yeah, a little. Why do you think Leah spends so much 
time getting her ass spanked and reamed? She's been 
lusting after you like crazy ever since that first 
night in the Pony, and confessing it to me almost 
nightly. This little display just now is going to earn 
her some real sittin' down pain, believe me." 

Terry grinned wolfishly. I've worn that face a time or 
two myself, and it didn't bode well for Leah's tight 
little bottom, which I could feel getting warmer and 
wetter in my hands.

"This is getting sooooo weird." I said. I was playing a 
tricky game and I had no idea what the rules were. I 
think Terry and Leah were making them up when I wasn't 
there and then changing them around while I was asleep.

"Yeah," Terry grinned, "and it's just gonna get 
weirder. Isn't it great?"

All I could do was shake my head in surrender. I've 
never lost a fight, but I can tell when I'm beaten.

"Umm, how 'bout a little help here. I need to get back 
to work." 

Leah wasn't letting go...in fact she had begun grinding 
her pelvis against me during my conversation with 
Terry. My midsection was stained with her secretions.

Terry got up and walked around the two of us, 
examining, murmuring, muttering to herself. 

"I don't think she's gonna let go till you fuck her." 
She concluded.

Leah was busy licking and kissing my neck and face, but 
took the time to mumble, "Got that right."

Terry got on her knees before me, her head just under 
Leah's cupped ass, and unbuckled and unbuttoned my BDU 
pants and lowered them, along with my shorts, to my 
ankles. 

My cock was hard and ready. Terry held it steady and 
aimed for me as I lowered Leah down, gradually sliding 
inside her wet and warm cunt.

"Oh...poppa! Mmmmmmm..."

I began a combination of thrusting into Leah and 
lifting her body and dropping it back down. 

Terry got up and went into the bedroom.

Leah's tongue once again invaded my mouth and an oral 
battle for supremacy began. My tongue fenced with hers, 
my teeth made a frontal assault, but failed to capture 
her. 

Terry came out of the bedroom, once again wearing only 
that leather contraption with the monster dildo 
attached. It gleamed with the oil Terry slathered all 
over it.

Leah's cunt walls gripped my cock tighter and tighter 
as she tightened her legs around my waist and hips. She 
was so warm and wet and energetic.

Terry came up in front of me, and behind Leah. My 
little sister grinned her hungry wolf's grin.

"Uh-oh sweet pea." I said.

"W-what, poppa?" she gasped as I lowered her body down 
to my waist and thrust my cock deeper into her.

"Momma's back and I don't think she's any too happy 
with you riding my cock."

Terry lined up the head of that damn big dick with 
Leah's wide spread ass and jammed it in. 

"Auuugghhh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Momma I'm sorry!" she 
screamed in my ear.

I could feel the thick rubber shaft pushing deeper and 
deeper into Leah's ass, thru the thin membrane that 
separated her lower intestine from her vagina.

Terry and I began to alternate strokes into Leah's 
body.

"Leah." I whispered into her ear.

"Hmmmm?"

"Play with your clit, sweetie. Make yourself cum. Don't 
worry about falling. I've got you."

She smiled into my neck and gave me a little butterfly 
kiss. Her right arm released it's strangle hold on my 
neck and her hand snaked down between our bodies and 
she began to work her clit.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh... I love you poppa. You make me feel 
so warm and safe. I love you so much."

"I love you right back, sweet pea."

Terry must have heard some of what we were saying, 
because she began jabbing that giant rubber dong in and 
out of Leah's asshole faster and faster and with more 
than a little anger.

Leah began to tighten up and shudder. Her hand worked 
faster and harder on her clit. When she came, it was 
hard and loud.

"Yeah! YEAH! Ram me, Terry, ram ME! Make it hurt! I 
wanna feel it HURT! OOoooooo-FUCK!" and she started 
into spasms that I thought had a real good chance of 
snapping my spine in two. 

Terry grabbed her shoulders and used the extra leverage 
to jam the rubber dick deeper and harder into Leah's 
tortured orifice. 

Once Leah stopped shuddering, Terry pulled the dildo 
out of her with a popping-slurping sound. I lifted her 
trembling cunt off my cock and set her down on the 
loveseat to recover.

I raised my shorts and pants to my waist and buttoned 
one button, my hard cock still jutting out, and still 
ready for action.

Terry had removed the strap on harness and tossed it on 
the floor by the loveseat.

I walked over to her and put both hands on her 
shoulders. I looked hard into her eyes.

"We need to have a little talk. Now!"

I spun her around fast and pushed her over the blue 
bean bag chair. Her hands and head were on the rug, her 
ass raised up in the air. I undid the single button on 
my pants, pushed them down and climbed between my 
sister's legs. I took her glorious ass cheeks in my 
hands and pulled them wide apart, squeezing and 
pinching, giving each one a hard bite. 

Then I planted my nose on her anus and drove my tongue 
in between the folds of her pussy lips deep into her 
cunt. In and out, in and out, up and down, side to 
side. One hand let go of a cheek and came up between 
her spread legs and searched out her rock hard clit and 
started to pinch and pull.

Terry may have groaned, wailed, moaned or screamed. I 
couldn't hear it. I didn't care if she did or not. 

I needed to remind her of one simple thing, and this 
was the quickest, surest way to do it.

My tongue got tired quicker than usual, so I got to my 
knees and replaced my mouth with my cock, jamming into 
her cunt hard and fast. There was no tenderness, no 
compassion, just good old fashioned fucking. 

I wiped my right hand between her legs and around my 
cock, gathering up what juices I could then smeared 
them on, in and around her anus, then forced two 
fingers into her tight little hole and fucked her there 
too.

Something very odd was happening here. I didn't feel 
calm, or relaxed or at peace. I was getting mad. Really 
mad.

I pulled the fingers out of her anus and with the flat 
of my hand I smacked her across the upper part of her 
ass. Hard. Then again, and again and again. 

I couldn't believe how mad I was, how angry.

"I love you, Terry." SMACK! "You're the only one I ever 
wanted, just for me." SMACK! "You're the one I asked to 
marry me. Nobody else."

I kept slamming my hips against her pussy and ass, and 
I kept spanking her.

"You are not, and will not ever lose me to someone 
else. Do you understand what I'm telling you?!"

I sorta, kinda came to my senses and regained some 
small contact with the world outside my anger. I could 
feel little girl hands around my waist trying to pull 
me backwards. I could feel my sister's body beneath me, 
shaking with sobs and trembling with... I couldn't tell 
exactly what. It was a struggle to claw my way up out 
of the haze of my anger. 

I stopped hitting her. Bright crimson handprints were 
blooming across her butt cheeks.

I kept stroking in and out of her cunt. I reached down 
and patted the little hands around my waist. I could 
finally hear Leah's voice as she pleaded with me to 
stop.

"It's okay, sweet pea. I'm okay. No more hurting."

I bent forward and pulled Terry's trembling body up and 
held her to my chest. We were, once again, as we had 
been on the first night of our personal reunion; with 
me cupping her tits and her impaled on my cock and 
sitting on my lap.

I nuzzled her neck and licked her ear.

"You don't ever have to worry about me not loving you, 
or leaving you for anyone else. It. Will. Never. 
Happen. Okay?"

Terry nodded her head, but the tears kept flowing.

"Sometimes, a girl just needs a good spanking to make 
things clear." She said at last thru her tears.

Terry wiped her face with shaky hands and then saw Leah 
out of the corner of her eye. Leah was kneeling by my 
side and looking about as scared as I've ever seen 
anybody look.

"I'm so sorry Leah," Terry said quietly, "I got carried 
away with my punishing you. I let my fears and jealousy 
get the best of me and took it out on you...and I 
should never have let that happen. That's what Jerry 
Lee, in his own subtle way, was trying to make me see. 
I hope you can forgive me."

Leah looked very confused.

"So, he wasn't going to really hurt you?"

"No hon. Poppa didn't do anything to me that I hadn't 
already done to you, and even then not nearly as harsh. 
See, I did something really stupid. I got him to care 
about you the same way he cares about me, and then I 
became a threat to you. And one thing you never, ever 
want to do is threaten someone he cares about. I hope 
you remember this a long, long time. He was protecting 
you, and trying at the same time to protect me."

"Oh, baby." I sighed. "You do insist on playing 
dangerous games. What if I hadn't stopped? I could have 
hurt you bad. I nearly did."

"No. I know you Jerry Lee. Better than anyone in the 
world. You would never hurt me, and I know it."

"Is that why you keep pushing my buttons?"

"Partly. And partly to let you know how much I love and 
trust you. I know you don't feel things like the rest 
of us. But I know you feel. And I want you to know that 
I know, so you won't feel so damn lonely. And that's 
what all this family stuff is all about. I won't let 
you go back to being an island."

Like I said, my sister is a strategic thinker, and a 
damn good one, if you want my opinion.

"No man is an island..." I pointed out to her, and 
tweaked a hard little nipple. "...he's a peninsula." I 
gave her a little pelvic thrust to prove my point and 
Terry squeaked, like a mouse.

I lifted her off of my cock and turned her around to 
face me. I gave her a deep, passionate kiss and a long 
lingering hug.

"You still owe." I growled.

"I know."

I pulled my shorts and pants up and headed into the 
bathroom for a little cleanup. Then I headed out, back 
to work. As I was leaving I saw Leah and Terry clinging 
to each other and crying their hearts out. I couldn't 
make out more than five or six words, but there seemed 
to be dozens flying back and forth between them.

Maybe some good might still come out of this mess, but 
I had my doubts. Jeezus, it was only Wednesday. By the 
weekend I had to be ready to make a trip to Tillman. 
That was gonna be fun. And expensive.

***

By Friday night I had acquired everything I thought I 
might need for my trip to see Leah's family. 

Using some fake ID of my own I rented a car for the 
weekend, I'd gotten a guardian's Power of Attorney from 
a local law office and had several copies made. I had a 
small gym bag stuffed with a few well chosen hand tools 
that got tossed onto the floor of the passenger side. A 
second bag that ended up next to the hand tools 
contained some... restraints. 

After the Pony closed for the night, I took the girls 
home in the truck, tucked them in to bed, left the keys 
on the kitchen countertop and headed out to the rental 
car.

The drive to Tillman was too long and too boring to 
describe. So I won't bother trying. Using the 
directions I got from Leah and the internet I found her 
family's house round about six in the morning. 

I was wearing my second best all black outfit, 
including a nice worn set of steel toed combat boots. I 
just love steel toed boots (except in the cold...you 
really do not want to wear steel toed shoes in weather 
below forty degrees. Unless, of course, you've got a 
vendetta going against your toes.).

So I did a bit of scouting. 

Leah said her father was a farmer, and this was 
definitely a farm. But from what I could see he wasn't 
very good at it. The place was run down and desperately 
in need of general repairs. Everything looked overgrown 
and unpainted. 

The farm was pretty isolated; surrounded on all sides 
by either wooded areas or fields. I estimated that the 
nearest neighbor was more than a mile down the road. 
Good enough for what I might end up needing.

I went back to the rental car, climbed in and drove up 
the road and into the driveway of the DeSoles' farm. 
Before getting out I took one item from the hand tool 
bag and put it between the small of my back and my belt 
and I put one other smaller, but heavier, item in my 
front pocket. Folder with legal papers in hand I got 
out of the car and went to meet the folks.

The sun was nearly clear of the horizon and it looked 
to be a bright, sunny day. For the kind of work I might 
have to do, gray and overcast would be better. A raging 
thunderstorm would be even better... but you can't have 
everything.

I knocked on the front door. Three times, hard.

I could hear loud stomping sounds coming towards the 
door. The door was flung open by a very large man who 
pretty much filled the doorway. Easily six three, maybe 
taller, he wasn't wearing a shirt, just worn work 
pants; the kind that garage mechanics usually have on. 
He must have gotten heavier since Leah had seen him 
last, because if he weighed less than two hundred and 
seventy I'd eat the difference. His hair, what there 
was left, was a mess and his face looked a lot older 
than early thirties.

"Desmond DeSoles?" I asked.

"Yeah?" The man's voice was deeper than mine, very 
gruff and raspy. I imagined he was a chain smoker.

"I'd like to talk to you about your daughter Leah."

"She ain't here. Ran away almost a year ago."

"Yes, I know." When I said that his eyes got narrow and 
his prematurely wrinkled face took on a nasty 
appearance.

"You know where my little girl is?"

"Yes."

"Tell me so's I can bring her home where she belongs."

I smiled a little half smile that never made it as far 
as my eyes. Reading this guy was like reading the words 
on the page of a book. He was so transparent it was 
laughable.

"No, I don't think I'll do that, not just yet anyway. 
Can I come inside so we can discuss the matter?"

He was suspicious and he was wondering just how much I 
knew about what had made Leah run away in the first 
place.

"Okay, 'come on in."

Desmond moved to the side and allowed me to step in, 
then closed the door behind me, probably harder than he 
intended. It boomed like thunder in the tight hallway.

He led the way to their living room or parlor or 
whatever the hell they called it. The décor was like 
something out of a 40's horror film. It looked musty 
and smelled worse. Desmond gestured to a chair and I 
took a seat while he dropped his bulk into an old 
wingback chair and put his feet up on an ottoman.

"What do you want?" he snapped out.

"I want you and your wife to sign over guardianship of 
Leah to me and my wife." I said. I removed a single 
copy of the Power of Attorney from the folder I was 
carrying and handed it across to him.

He gave me a look, trying to decide just what the hell 
I was up to. Some people are unwilling to believe that 
the rest of the world might not have a hidden motive. I 
can understand that point of view. I tend to be the 
same way.

But in this instance, I meant every word of what I'd 
said. That was all I wanted. I could tell he didn't 
believe me.

"Blackmail? Is that your game mister?"

I leaned forward and looked the big man right in the 
eyes. "Desmond, I know what you and your brother did to 
Leah. I know why she ran. I'm giving you a chance to do 
something decent for your child. I don't want money, 
and I'm not going to go to the police. Sign the papers 
and you'll never see or hear from me again as long as 
you live."

He grunted, and still looking me in the eyes, tore up 
the papers I'd handed him. 

That's why I made copies.

Hey, I tried the simple and direct approach and it 
didn't work. I hadn't really expected that it would. So 
on to plan B. I reached behind me and pulled out the 
8oz ballpeen hammer and hit Desmond right above the 
forehead with the rounded side. He went out with a 
slight dent in his skull.

I went back out to the car and brought in the two bags 
from the passenger side.

From the restraint bag I removed a regulation set of 
police handcuffs and locked the unconscious Desmond's 
hands behind his back after rolling him face first onto 
the floor. The guy was a wale. Two heavy duty nylon 
tie-wraps secured his feet together.

Then I went and searched the house. Two people were 
unaccounted for.

I found them upstairs in a large bedroom. The woman, 
who looked a bit like an older version of Leah, was 
face down on the big four poster bed, her nightgown 
hiked up past her hips, her panties down around her 
ankles. On his knees, straddling the woman's bare ass, 
was a thinner version of Desmond and he was driving his 
big dick in and out of her ass with mechanical 
precision, but no style or feeling.

The woman was quiet and unmoving. She just lay there 
and took it. Her head turned towards the open door 
where I was standing and she shuddered. She tried to 
get Howard's attention by lifting an arm and pointing 
it at me, but Howard was intent on what he was doing.

I moved closer to the pair, keeping out of Howard's 
peripheral vision. When I got in range I said quietly, 
"Imagining she's Leah, aren't you Howard?"

That got his attention. Howard jerked around, lashing 
out with a long muscled arm. I ducked under his wild 
swing and hit him at the base of the skull with the 
hammer. He fell forward hard, pinning the woman beneath 
him.

Back downstairs to get more restraints, then back 
upstairs to tie up Howard. I moved him enough to get 
Rose's hands behind her and secured with a pair of 
cuffs. Howard wasn't so lucky. I used nothing but tie-
wraps on him. I pushed Rose in front of me while I 
lugged Howard over my shoulder. Down the stairs we went 
and into the living room. 

I dumped Howard next to his brother and told Rose to 
sit in the wingback chair Desmond had occupied earlier.

I sat in the chair I'd been in while talking to 
Desmond, and explained what I wanted to Rose.

"You want us to sign Leah over to you and your wife?"

"That's right."

"Why?"

I thought for a moment. How could I explain any of this 
to a woman who didn't appear to have the tiniest bit of 
mother-love in her?

"The simple answer is that my wife loves Leah and wants 
to protect her from people like you, your husband and 
brother-in-law. I love Leah and I've decided that she 
belongs to me. I don't expect you to understand what 
that means, but what it comes down to is that I protect 
what's mine. I'm here to protect Leah and keep her 
safe."

"You're nuts!" she spat at me.

"Yeah, my shrink says the same thing. I hardly ever 
listen to him, so don't feel too bad if I ignore you as 
well."

I stood and went to see how the two sleeping beauties 
were doing. I slapped Desmond across the face a couple 
of times. He groaned a little, but started coming 
around. I did the same for Howard. He must have had a 
harder head than his brother, 'cause he took less time 
to regain his senses.

"Gentlemen, welcome back to the land of the living. 
Enjoy all the sensations, and revel in the glory that 
is life!" I was sounding like a damn revival meeting 
preacher. "Because, Desmond, Rose, if you two don't 
sign my legal papers...I'm going to butcher the lot of 
you."

Desmond began cursing, Howard began thrashing around 
and Rose just looked frightened.

"Hey, I understand. I surely do understand. You doubt 
my veracity. I asked Desmond here to sign and he didn't 
believe me when I said that was all I wanted. Rose 
didn't believe me when I told her why I wanted her to 
sign the papers. You don't know me, so you doubt my 
intentions and you doubt my word."

I went to the bag of hand tools and pulled out a long 
folded up jackknife. Not so much a jackknife, it was a 
long bladed fillet knife used by fishermen. Very handy. 
I flipped the long thin blade out and it locked open.

"I'm going to show you just good my word is," I said 
conversationally.

I bent over the body of Howard and wrapped my hand 
tightly around his limp dick and pulled it up tight. 
Howard squealed like a little girl.

I looked down at Desmond.

"You know where I found your brother and your wife, 
don't you? I found them up in your bedroom. Your 
brother was butt-fucking your wife. He was so busy 
dreaming that her ass was Leah's that he never heard me 
coming."

One swipe of the thin sharp knife and most of Howard's 
dick was in my hand and no longer attached to his body. 
Howard screamed and thrashed and bled like a stuck pig. 
Rose screamed and fainted. I dropped the severed dick 
on Desmond's back.

I went to the restraint bag and took out a thin tie-
wrap and made it into a loop. I put the loop around the 
nub of what was left of Howard's dick and pulled it 
tight. The blood stopped flowing, but Howard didn't 
stop screaming for a few more minutes.

I slapped Rose back to wakefulness, then walked over 
and kicked Desmond in the ribs. I heard at least one 
crack.

"Do you stupid fuckers believe me now? I will do what I 
have said I will do. I will skin your brother alive in 
front of you, and I'll keep him alive for the entire 
weekend so he can drive you insane with his screaming 
and pleading for death. And once he's finished, I'll 
start in on Desmond."

I looked at Rose. "Will you sign the papers?"

She nodded yes. 

I took a second copy out of the folder and put it in 
front of her. 

"Right or left handed?" I asked.

"Right," she mumbled.

I removed the right cuff, but kept a tight grip on the 
links, just in case. I handed her a pen and she slowly 
signed her name where I told her to. I also had her 
back date her signature by two weeks. 

"Thank you Rose. I want you to know that Leah will be 
safe, protected and loved. She'll have everything she 
needs to be happy. I promise."

I might have imagined it, but I thought I caught a hint 
of a satisfied smile on her tired face.

I re-cuffed her and went to deal with Desmond.

I sat down beside the big man.

"So, Des, buddy... are you ready to sign the papers?"

"Fuck you!"

"Yeah, yeah, fuck me. Do you hear this Howard? Your 
brother cares so much about you that he's willing to 
let me skin and fillet you like a trout. Maybe he'd 
respond better to a more personal threat."

I took a tight grip in what was left of Desmond's hair 
and forced his head around to face me.

"Sign the papers Desmond."

He grunted and tried to spit at me. I took the thumb of 
my right hand and put the nail up against the bridge of 
his nose. Very slowly I pushed the thumb towards his 
wide open eye. He could see it coming, but didn't 
believe I'd actually do it.

I forced my thumb into his eye socket very, very 
slowly, curled it behind the soft orb and hooked around 
the optic nerve and drew it out, nice and easy.

Desmond shrieked and pleaded and cried. I left the eye 
lying on his cheek.

"Sign the papers." I said.

Desmond signed, once I uncuffed his writing hand, also 
back dating as Rose had already done.

"Now was that so hard?" I said patting him on the head 
after I re-cuffed him.

I tucked the Power of Attorney back into the folder and 
took it out to the car.

I then went back into the house to clean up the mess.

***

Sunday evening I dropped off the rental car and caught 
a taxi home. All I had with me was the folder with the 
Power of Attorney inside. The bags I'd taken with me on 
the trip and their contents had long since been 
disposed of.

I opened the door of the apartment, stepped in closed 
and locked it, flipped on the lights and what to my 
wondering eyes did appear? The loveseat had been moved 
off the wall and into the center of the living room, 
facing the door. Two bare naked girls kneeled on the 
cushions, leaning over the back, their sweet, round 
feminine asses stuck out at me.

Not the worst sight to be confronted with upon 
returning from a weekend business trip.

Then I noticed what I had been meant to notice. The 
tattoos. Matching tattoos on the small of the back of 
each girl, just above their wonderfully bare butts. One 
pear shaped and unnaturally symmetrical, and one hard, 
tightly muscled and heart shaped; both displaying what 
I had come to think of as 'My mark'. The two balls of 
fire.

I put the folder down on the kitchen counter top, went 
into the bedroom and took off my clothes. I came back 
out, looking into the smiling faces of my girls. I went 
to Leah first and kissed her happy little face. 

"I like your tattoo, sweet pea."

"Thank you poppa!" she gushed.

I then swung over to my sweet little sister and gave 
her a long passionate kiss.

"Congratulations, baby... we are the proud legal 
guardians of a fifteen year old girl."

"No problems?" she whispered in my ear softly so Leah 
couldn't hear.

"Everything went pretty much as expected. It's all been 
taken care of and tidied up."

She purred as I ran a hand over one of her delicious 
breasts.

"You do good work Mr. Lewis."

"Thank you, Mrs. Lewis. Now... I believe someone here 
is still owed a bit of punishment."

Terry's eyes lit up with an eager sparkle. Leah giggled 
into her hands.

"Mom-ma's in trouble!" she chanted. 

I squeezed my hand tightly over the tit I had been 
fondling till my sister moaned loudly from the pain. 
"Where is that damn strap on?" I asked.

Terry gasped and squirmed as I increased the pressure 
on her tit. I reached down and took hold of its twin 
and began applying pressure to it as well.

"I put it in the night stand by the bed." Terry finally 
managed to get the words out.

"Leah, be a dear and go get it for me?" My eyes drilled 
into my sister's.

"Okay, poppa." She jumped off her perch on the loveseat 
and dashed into the bedroom.

Terry drew my head close to her and kissed me hard. 
Then she pulled back a bit and brushed the side of my 
face.

"This is gonna be painful, isn't it?"

"Very painful, I think. But it's deserved, don't YOU 
think?"

She nodded her head. "Yes, it's deserved. I caused you 
a great deal of pain. I only had the best intentions, 
but... I'm so sorry Jerry Lee."

I kissed her again, gently, softly. Lovingly. "Leah 
needs to learn that punishment is for things actually 
done, not for things thought of or imagined. And she 
needs to learn that love, and the good feelings that 
can come from loving, don't have to have pain and 
suffering at their core."

I released my death grip on her tits and walked around 
to the front of the loveseat and the back of my wife. I 
just love Terry's ass. I find it so beautiful and 
exciting. I spread my palm out and laid it across as 
much of both her cheeks as I could cover and just 
enjoyed the touch of her warm firm flesh and skin.

"And you, my beloved little sister, my lover, my 
wife... you need to learn to trust in my love for you. 
Learn to trust in me." I pulled back my hand and 
brought it down across both cheeks, the impact sent 
ripples thru her body and created a crack like that of 
a bullwhip.

"Oowwwwww!"

Lean emerged from the bedroom, the assembly's big dark 
dildo nestled between her firm breasts, the harness 
bouncing against her taut belly. She stepped up to me 
and held the monster dildo out. I took it from her and 
smiled.

"Thanks sweet pea. Why don't you sit down next to 
Momma? There are some things we need to talk about and 
we can do that while I punish her."

"Okay." Her voice was a little hesitant and small. 

I examined the harness to see how it adjusted, and when 
I was satisfied I understood how it worked I started 
making changes.

"First things first. Terry and I are now your legal 
guardians. Actual adoption would be very difficult, if 
not impossible, so we agreed that this was the best way 
to go. There's still plenty of time, so in a year or 
so, if you want, we can still try for a formal 
adoption. That will be up to you. And no matter what 
you decide, it won't change our feelings for you one 
bit. Okay?"

"Okay," Leah smiled warmly.

"Kay... second, you can call me J.L., or Jerry Lee in 
public. In private, by which I mean at home, you can 
call me poppa and Terry momma, if you want to, but you 
don't have to. Okay?"

She was positively beaming now. "Okay poppa."

I looked down and concentrated on attaching the strap 
on harness around my hips, positioning the device so 
that the big rubber dick was directly above my own much 
smaller cock. I tightened up the straps around my waist 
and between my legs. Damn I felt funny standing there 
with two cocks sticking out.

I looked over to Leah, and struck a pose. She started 
giggling something fierce. Terry looked back over her 
shoulder and saw what I'd done and gulped loudly.

"Holy shit!" 

"Leah, would you go and get me the baby oil from the 
bathroom?"

"Yes poppa!" and off she went. I walked around to the 
back of the loveseat and up to the beautiful face of my 
lover.

"Not quite a three-peckered tomcat, but still pretty 
impressive, huh?" I asked.

"Just what are you planning, you evil man?"

"Guess," I leered my best villainous leer.

She shuddered, but I could tell she was getting 
excited. I could smell her dampness; feel the goose 
bumps lifting all over her exposed skin.

"Is Leah on the Pill?"

"Yeah, I fixed her up at the Planned Parenthood clinic 
a couple of months back."

"Good. Next comes the tough part, clipping her wings 
and getting her to accept it," I sighed.

"Do you want me to tell her?" Terry offered.

"No. She has to learn that discipline can come from 
either of us."

Leah came bouncing back into the living room, a half 
empty bottle of baby oil in her hands. She handed it to 
me and returned to her place on the loveseat next to 
Terry.

I turned towards Leah and the rubber dick began swaying 
back and forth.

"You know that I love Terry, don't you Leah?" Leah 
nodded her head.

"You've seen what I'll do to protect her?" Again she 
nodded.

"Do you think I would do those things to protect you?" 

"Yes, I think you would." 

I nodded. "That's why I'm going to punish Terry. She 
hurt you, not because you deserved to be hurt, but 
because she felt threatened."

I turned back to Terry.

"Open up!" I commanded.

Terry opened her mouth as wide as she could and I 
inserted the giant rubber dick into her waiting 
orifice.

"Now suck it!" 

Terry reached forward with both hands and grasped the 
shaft of the dildo and started bobbing her head up and 
down on the monster.

"Leah, next week will be your last working at the Pony, 
or any other strip club. You will be going back to 
school as soon as I can get you registered and you will 
get good grades and you will graduate."

"But, I like working at the Pony! And I make really 
good money too."

"Leah, I don't give a damn if you like working there or 
not. You are fifteen years old and you belong in 
school, not prancing around naked in public. This is 
not a subject for discussion. This is the way things 
are going to be. Do you understand me?"

Leah put on a pout, but I felt that deep down she was 
pleased at the way things were working out. Of course 
that might have just been wishful thinking on my part.

I gave my hips a thrust, forcing more of the rubber 
dong deep into Terry's mouth. She grunted, working hard 
on getting as much of the dildo down her throat as she 
could. Her lips were stretched out to an obscene 
distance and shape as she worked the soft jelly-like 
shaft. Saliva dripped from her distended lips down her 
chin and onto the carpet at my feet.

"One last thing. Sex. I'm sure that Terry has explained 
to you that I don't FEEL things in the same way that 
most other people do. I don't have what's called a 
conscience. I never feel guilt or remorse or much of 
anything actually."

"She told me."

"Yeah, well... the problem is that you are still a 
child in the eyes of the law. However..."

Leah opened her mouth a little as if to say something, 
but I cut her off.

"...let me finish, sweet pea." She shrugged and nodded. 
"I also know that you have far too much sexual 
experience to ever go back to being an innocent 
teenager, if such a creature actually exists. I'm not 
going to try and put a chastity belt on you. But I want 
you to understand something. And this is really, really 
important."

I pulled the monster dildo out of Terry's mouth and 
replaced it with my cock. I held the rubber dick up 
against my belly and began to lube it with the baby 
oil.

"Leah, you don't have to have sex with anyone if you 
don't want to. That means blowjobs, handjobs or 
anything else. The choice is yours. If anyone tries to 
make you do anything you don't want to, you tell me 
right away. Understand me?"

"I understand." She said, but looked kind of puzzled. 
"Does that mean I CAN have sex if I want to?"

"Yes, honey, it does."

"What if I want to fuck Terry? Or you?"

"You don't have to fuck us to make us love you, Leah. 
If we never have sex again, we will still love you and 
take care of you. We're family."

"Okay. But what if I WANT to?" She was very persistent, 
my little ward.

"Then we'll work something out."

"Alright!" she cheered and jumped up, ran around the 
loveseat and gave me a hug and kiss. And while her 
tongue was in my mouth one of her little hands ran down 
my back, came to rest on my ass and she squeezed one of 
my cheeks.

"Okay, okay...back to you're seat, you little vixen," I 
said at last.

I took my cock out of Terry's loving mouth and walked 
back around to her protruding ass. I took the head of 
the now well lubed rubber dong and began running it up 
and down the crack of her ass, getting as much of the 
oil in and around her anus.

"Have you ever used this thing on yourself, baby?"

"No," she said weakly. "I got it for Leah to practice 
sucking on and then eventually I started using it to 
fuck her."

"Well, this will be the final performance for this 
thing. It gets trashed after tonight. No more using 
fucking as a punishment. If either of you wants or 
needs pain, there are other ways. Fucking should be 
fun."

"I vote we get rid of it now," Terry said hopefully. 

"Not just yet," I said and began pushing the head of 
the big dark dick up her ass.

"Jerry Lee! It hurts, stop it! Please!" Terry cried.

I pushed harder, feeding the dildo in a little at a 
time, and drizzling baby oil down her ass crack.

Terry began weeping, sobs wracked her body. Leah got to 
her knees and held my little sister, stroking her hair 
and face and kissing her shoulders.

"Jerry Lee, please, no more... I can't take anymore," 
she cried between clenched teeth.

"Leah took nearly the whole length inside her on more 
than one occasion, didn't she?"

Terry's body shook and her sobbing and weeping 
continued. I kept feeding her anus the rubber dick a 
bit at a time. After about ten minutes I'd gotten close 
to seven inches into her ass. I could feel the head of 
my own cock starting to rub against her wet and 
trembling cunt lips.

A big grin spread across my face. I began rubbing my 
hands up and down Terry's back, going from her 
shoulders all the way down to the swelling tops of her 
ass cheeks and then back, trying to loosen up and relax 
the muscles.

I positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her 
pussy and holding her hips in both hands, drove forward 
as hard as I could, shoving my cock deep into her hot, 
wet cunt, and the dildo all the way up into her anal 
passage.

Terry screamed in anguish. 

One man, double penetration; I felt like a god.

I took one hand off my sister's hip and slid it down to 
her hairless slit and began rubbing her clit in time 
with my dual thrusts into her cunt and ass.

After about three minutes of this triple attack, 
Terry's crying slackened and her breathing quickened 
into little pants. She began pushing her ass back 
against my thrusts.

"...sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry..." she kept saying 
between panting and moaning and groaning and grunting.

"I know, baby girl. I know. All is forgiven. All is 
forgotten. It's time to move on." I told her.

"Oh god it hurts... it hurts..." 

"Leah, be a dear and go into the kitchen and get me the 
butcher knife from the block."

"Yes, poppa." There was a brief hesitation, and then, 
"Poppa, I think she's had enough. Please stop."

"What's the longest you had this thing inside you?" I 
asked her.

Leah dropped her head and her shoulders sagged. "'s not 
the same. Terry's only ever had you in her butt before 
and only once. I had my uncle doing that to me since I 
was fourteen when I got my first period. He's nearly as 
big as that rubber thing, so I was used to it."

"I see. Do you think she's learned her lesson? I mean 
REALLY learned her lesson?"

"Yes." She looked up into my eyes and pleaded with me. 
"Please, please stop."

I nodded. "Okay, sweet pea. Go get the knife, then get 
me a nice hot washcloth."

"Thank you, Jerry Lee." She took off for the kitchen at 
a run.

I stopped thrusting in and out of Terry and took hold 
of her hips once again. Very slowly, carefully, I eased 
the big dark dildo back and out of her anus. Once it 
was fully out I eased her down off her knees and onto 
her side where she curled up into a fetal position and 
was very quiet. I stood up and removed the damn dildo 
and its holster. Leah came back with the knife then 
took off for the bathroom. 

I held the rubber dong up and looked at it. Then I 
started slicing it into segments like I would a 
cucumber. By the time Leah got back, it was gone, even 
the harness was cut up and all the bits gathered up in 
a wastebasket.

I took the washcloth, nice and hot, and applied it to 
my little sister's still slightly gaping anus. She 
moaned softly at the heat. As gently as I could I wiped 
her from the lower lips of her pussy all the way to the 
top of her ass crack.

"One more please, Leah." Leah took off. 

I eased Terry out of her curled up position and had her 
stretch out flat on her belly as much as possible, her 
shins resting up against one arm of the love seat.

When Leah came back with the second hot washcloth I 
rolled it up and tucked it between my sister's 
magnificent butt cheeks so the heat pressed firmly 
against her wounded asshole. 

I knelt on the floor beside her and kissed her back, 
rubbed her shoulders, massaged her legs and butt 
cheeks.

"I do love you, little sister," I murmured as I kissed 
the back of her neck.

"Sure got a funny way of showing it sometimes," she 
groused at me faintly.


"Yeah, I know. Sorry about that," I said.

"But you're not sorry, are you?"

"Nope. Not even a little bit."

"I forgive you."

"Thanks. By the way, I think you should stop stripping 
too."

"We could really use the extra money."

"Yeah, I know. But I'd rather have less money coming in 
and feel more secure about the women I love. You can 
still go to school, Leah WILL go to school, we can 
still rent a house and I'll sleep easier at night if I 
have deploy for any length of time."

"Is that an order?"

"No. I won't make you quit. I'm just saying I'd feel 
better if you would."

"Okay... on one condition."

"What?"

"Never, ever put anything bigger than your cock in my 
ass ever again!"

"Deal."

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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