Tiny Tim

Chapter 9

I woke up the next morning at 4:20 AM, with Claire sleeping soundly next to me. In my sleep, I had rolled onto my right side and was spooning her. My left hand had gripped her right breast, holding her body close to mine. Despite what I kept telling myself, I knew I could have just stayed like this for hours and enjoyed the closeness I had missed out on for so long. It was more than just closeness, though, since my hard cock was firmly nested in between her legs. I would have expected to wake up with my cock planted in between her butt cheeks, like it had happened whenever I woke up cuddled up to Tess.

I suspected Claire had a helping hand in this, because the crotch of her panties was once again, or still, pushed to the side. My cock was pressing into her bare and wet pussy, as her slow breathing caused her hips to rub along my shaft in the most minute movements. When I moved my hips back to remove myself, to the point where the tip of my dick was perfectly lined up with her opening, the feeling was so intense I had to use every ounce of willpower to not thrust forward, impaling her on my cock and invading her most inner parts while she sleeps. She did, after all, claim to never deny me anything anymore. And either she was awake and horny, or asleep with a naughty dream, because she certainly felt wet enough to accept me.

However, just as I was entertaining that idea, I felt the pain radiating throughout my entire torso. I finally understood why I was hurting so much in the morning after my ‘Tess’ dream.

When people orgasm, their stomach muscles will at least tense up. If it’s a strong orgasm, like the one I had last night, the stomach muscles can even spasm a little. And if either of that happens while a few of your muscle strands were cut and had to be sewn back together, it will fucking hurt! No more sex, or at least no more straddling, for at least a week, I decided.

I carefully got out of the bed without disturbing Claire’s sleep, took two ibuprofen, and put on some sweatpants. Then I walked to my desk. I pressed the button to start the computer, placed a cup into my coffee maker, and took the next capsule out of the mix package. A ‘Choco Cappuccino’. Then I started working on my main-task again. I was trying to figure out how they laundered their money.

I got into the owner’s phone the very first day, when he connected it to his laptop to charge it, but he diligently deleted all his messages immediately, so I could only get copies of what he was receiving since I gained access. I got into the staffs’ phones by recording my own DNS-server in their WiFi router. So, whenever their devices tried to access any Apple or Google services, they were instead redirected to a punycode phishing-domain that asked for re-authentication. It even came with a secure connection, so people weren’t suspicious about the missing lock icon in their address bar. Merely a handful of people turn punycode off, because most simply don’t know about it in the first place, and the ones who do know about it don’t like the inconvenience.

So, after only two business days, I had access to most of their iClouds, Google Drives, OneDrives, and whatever else they used, and could use those to push my malware onto their phones. I even got into the phones of the three I encountered in that parking lot, despite them never showing up at the shop, through shared cloud drives. Still, even after going through all of their messages, chats, and emails during my all-nighter, I couldn’t find any clue how they were laundering their gambling income. They just didn’t talk about it, which frustrated the hell out of me!

After roughly two hours of going through their network, I noticed it was soon time for Claire to get up. She and Ava liked to work out in the mornings, so I went back to the mix package for my coffee maker and thought about what Claire could possibly like.

She woke up maybe five minutes after her drink went through. I heard her groan, the sheets rustle, and then the tapping of bare feet on the ground. She walked up to me from behind, wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and pressed her breasts into my shoulder as she kissed me on the cheek.

“Good morning, Baby.” she smiled.

I had just discovered that the bar’s surveillance system used wireless Samsung SmartCams, and was totally engrossed in those. These things were so bad that I could watch the feed even without having access to their network. And that was public knowledge! There were news articles about it! I guess they simply didn’t expect anyone to try something with them. So, instead of answering Claire, I just extended my left arm and pointed at the coffee maker. Claire followed my hand with her eyes, and, when she discovered the readily waiting hot beverage, let out a quiet but happy squeal before she almost jumped towards it. She took it, dropped down sideways onto my lap, and started watching the video feed I had running on my second monitor.

“Huh. This is new. Did you secretly drive to Austin last night and bugged the place!?” she asked after noticing the different camera angles.

“No. I’m using their existing surveillance system.”

Hearing that, she looked at me for a few seconds, then shook her head.

“When did you learn all this? I had no idea!” she said lightly. I refrained from using this unintentional assist to throw another jab at her disinterest in my life. She took her first sip from the coffee I prepared and perked up. “This is tasty! What is it?”

“Caramel Latte Macchiato.” I answered aloofly.

“Thank you!” she said, with a disturbingly bright smile on her face, as she leaned back into me to kiss my cheek for the second time in just as many minutes.

I couldn’t help but glance down and notice her still being in nothing but her panties. The urge to play with her nipples came back again, and the distinct feeling of blood rushing into my lower parts got me worried for a moment. A short lived moment, though, because it prompted me to think about last night.

I asked myself why I let it continue as far as I did. Sure, I was horny and exhausted, and after years of researching the topic of my family’s recreational activities, the thought of having sex with them wasn’t disturbing in any way anymore. The way Claire was behaving now, however, had me worried she would just think everything was good now. Like one quick fuck, while I was barely awake and she assumed I was drugged, would somehow make up for four years of pain. The way she had plopped herself into my lap, acting all loving and completely glossing over the comment she had just made, told me this was exactly what she seemed to think.

As my thoughts revolved around this, my eyes remaining on her body, my door opened and Ava stepped in, seemingly looking for Claire. When she had opened the door, her mouth had instantly opened to say something, but seeing Claire basically naked in my lap made her stop and apparently forget what she was about to say.

I quickly raised my eyes back to the monitor, trying not to look as drawn into my mother’s mature and admittedly distracting body as I really was. Just in time to see the staff place shrink-wrapped bricks of cash into a safe in the owner’s office, and a few Straps into a box underneath the counter!

I immediately realized how fucking stupid I was!

They operated a legitimate sports bar. All they had to do was ring the register a few times throughout the day to sell imaginary drinks or food, and pay with the cash from one of the bricks. Just like that, in a single night, they could easily turn eight to ten Grand of the gambling proceeds into legitimate revenue from the bar. I checked their menu on their website, and discovered that every item on it came as an even ten-spot after including taxes. They didn’t even have to deal with change after placing the notes from the bricks in the register! And any decent evening would amount to more than a hundred dollars per guest.

I leaned forward a little, unintentionally alerting Claire and Ava to having seen something interesting. Ava, upon seeing her mother immediately scanning the monitors for whatever I had seen, rushed over and joined us.

“What is it?” Claire asked.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I put the feed from the office in full screen on my bigger display, trying to make out what kind of notes were in those bricks.

“Holy FUCK!” Ava shouted. “How much is that!?”

“Well ... if they follow the norm, like we do when transporting money, each Brick would be made up of ten Straps. Each Strap would be made up of a hundred bills. So, one thousand notes of the same value per Brick. I can’t make out what kind of notes those are, though.” I explained.

“Holy Fuck!” Claire repeated Ava’s words.

“Can’t you zoom in on them?” Ava asked.

“I could, but I won’t. They are handling a shitload of money right now. It’s possible someone is keeping an eye on these people through the feed, to make sure nobody succumbs to temptation. If the camera suddenly starts moving or zooming, they will know someone else is not only watching too, but also has control of their surveillance system.” I explained.

“Someone’s watching them?” Ava asked.

“Oh!” we heard from Claire. “You mean what your boss told us at the meeting! That’s not their own money!”

“Exactly. The feed of the camera is tied to their network drive. But the camera itself is also streaming the videos to a cloud storage. And I couldn’t find any hint to that cloud access on the owner’s devices. I don’t think he even knows about it. Maybe, he doesn’t know his accomplices can watch while he handles their money.”

That was definitely way too much money for a single bookie to handle at once, unless he just had a whale lose. I counted thirty Bricks, so they amounted to something between $30,000 and $3,000,000 in pristine cash, depending on whether they contained $1 or $100 notes! After what I had discovered on their menu, though, Hundred-Dollar bills would make more sense.

Bill was probably right about this guy. Which meant potential extra trouble for us if anything went wrong. And the possibility of them not just letting bygones be bygones after I got rid of the videos increased drastically. I needed an additional contingency plan. I was totally lost in my thoughts, when I noticed Claire and Ava stare at me with concerned looks. Seemed like my worries were visible on my face.

“What is it?” they asked.

“Nothing.” I said, pensively. “Probably just overthinking it.”

Claire watched me for a second longer, then realized her drink was empty. When she looked up at Ava, raising her glass to her like she wanted to tell her about it, she seemingly realized why Ava was with us in the first place and jumped off my lap.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Sweety. Let me just get dressed!” she said, as she ran out of the room.

Then Ava was the one watching me, but I was already busy going through the connected network drive, copying the surveillance video for my backup plans. By the time I looked up again, Ava was gone too.

I spent the entire weekend hidden away in my bedroom, going through their surveillance videos, copying whatever seemed useful, making up plans and throwing them out again. I just couldn’t decide how to handle this. But I also managed to get into the phones of his entire staff and all of his frequent patrons. The one saving grace for this whole fucked up situation was that I couldn’t find anything even indicating that they already uploaded or shared the videos.

The other nice thing in all of this, though I was reluctant to admit it, was the fact that the family seemed to eagerly try and actually take care of me. They kept checking in on me, bringing me a plate with food whenever I didn’t show up for lunch or dinner, and asking me maybe two-hundred times a day if I was feeling Okay and whether the pain was manageable. I decided to just enjoy it and let them know how much I appreciated it, but knew that it would come to a close once this whole shitshow with Logan’s debt was over. Only then could I actually believe that they weren’t just doing it to keep me in a helping mood.

While Logan hated every second of it, I was surprised to see absolutely no hesitation in Ava when it came to caring for me. I went to bed alone on Saturday night, but I awoke cuddled up next to my half naked sister on Sunday morning. I didn’t know when she had crawled into my bed, but sometime during the night, my hand had moved underneath her shirt to hold her small (compared to the other two I had held so far) bare breast. Grabbing breasts in my sleep seemed to quickly have become a habit.

What woke me up, though, was Logan opening my door. He was standing in my doorway, one hand still holding the doorknob, watching us with an incredulous expression on his face. His expression quickly turned to anger when he looked at Ava’s face, and then he suddenly stormed off like a petulant child. I was just wondering what the hell his problem was while trying not to loudly laugh at his way of leaving, when Ava suddenly spoke.

“He doesn’t like that you’re in charge.” she said in a matter of fact kind of way.

“The hell!?” I asked in shocked confusion. I hadn’t even known she was awake, or I’d have removed my hand from her breast. Ava, however, seemed to think my statement was solely directed at her comment about Logan.

“You haven’t noticed?” she asked in a slightly amused tone, “We talked about it the first evening while you were pulling your all-nighter. Uncle John and Aunt Danielle told us how relieved they were when you immediately knew how to get rid of those videos. And Mom and Dad were too. They were really proud of how you just ... took control and got Logan to talk, while we were all too horrified to even think straight. And then you, like, immediately had a plan. None of us had any idea you could do all that, and Granny and Gramps are really impressed. Though they called it ‘being reliable’. And after Mom and Dad came back from the meeting with your boss, nobody questioned your plan anymore. If those videos come out, it would literally destroy our lives! So ... ever since you knocked Logan down on Thanksgiving, you’re just in charge.”

As she spoke, she had placed her hand on mine holding her breast. She obviously had no problem with me doing it. Quite the opposite, actually, as I could feel a small pebble-like object poke into the palm of my hand, that wasn’t so pronounced when she began her speech. I had no idea how to handle that. On one hand, I’d love to take advantage of her apparent gratitude and make her pay for all the pain she had caused me. On the other hand, I was still hurting and, after the session with Claire, knew for sure that I really needed to let my stomach muscles heal first. So, I shook it off, got out of bed and back to work.

Logan showed up in my doorway multiple times during the day, looking quite unhappy when I was just working, but right out frustrated when one of the others was with me. All the while, I was growing more and more anxious about those guys simply selling the videos to some porn site to make up for Logan’s continued refusal to pay them. I decided to discuss that with Bill, first thing Monday morning.

That day began differently than planned, though.

I had a wonderful dream about the night I spent with Claire. I got to relive the loving teasing she had subjected me to before getting my permission to take care of my needs. Sadly, the dream ended before it moved on to the main part. Interestingly, though, the sensations remained.

As I opened my eyes, I realized that I wasn’t alone in my bed. Just like I had gone to bed alone on Saturday night and woke up with Ava next to me on Sunday morning, I went to bed alone on Sunday night and woke up with my grandmother next to me on Monday morning! She was lying on her side facing me from the right, her arm extended above my head so the fingers of her left hand could caress my left cheek. Her face was buried in the nape of my neck to kiss it, while the fingernails of her right hand lightly scraped up and down the length of my hard shaft that was still covered by my tight shorts.

“Wha ... Granny?” I asked, my voice still hoarse after just waking up.

“Good morning, Pumpkin!” she purred.

My eyes wandered down her body in an attempt to fully understand what was going on, causing her to smile and position herself in a way that I could take in the sight. She was basically naked. All she wore were frilly panties underneath an almost fully transparent negligee that allowed me to realize where Claire got her breasts from. Granny’s were the same size and shape, though hers had quite a bit of sag to them. Which, interestingly, didn’t make them look the least bit less fun to play with! Actually, I could imagine myself enjoying it quite a bit if she were to let those things literally smother me. The fact that she could clearly feel my dick not softening at all while taking in her form seemed to make her happy.

“Uh ... what are you doing here?”

“Cuddle duty, Pumpkin. It’s my turn today.” she informed me in a sultry tone, “Did you know that you mumble in your sleep?”

“No. What did I say?” I didn’t like where this was going.

“You kept calling me ‘Mommy’. Now, if you insist, I can call your mother here. But how about you let Granny take care of this?”

As she said that last word, she switched from scraping her fingernails over my shaft, to rubbing it by pressing her fingertips against it. I admit, I was tempted. But I quickly realized that my interest in them was considerably lower when I was fully awake and remembered why I didn’t like them.

“It’s a compelling offer, Granny. But I need to get back to work.” I said matter of fact, causing her hand to abruptly stop moving.

“What? Are ... are you sure, Pumpkin?” she seemed genuinely surprised about me rebuffing her. She caught herself quickly, though, and returned to her sultry voice while now actually grabbing my shaft through the shorts. “This here certainly feels like it could use some loving attention.”

“Thanks, but it’ll go away on its own once I get to pee.” I said, climbed out of bed, and left the room. The last thing I saw, before rounding the corner, was her looking at me in utter disbelief.

The first thing I did, after getting ready to leave, was visit the school to turn in my prolonged sick note, so they knew I would be gone until school opened up in January again. They gave me the login-data for a website on which I could work on assignments and not be totally behind when I could go back to class. Then I drove over to the Firm and went directly into Bill’s office.

“Look at how much money they’re stashing.” I pointed out when I showed him the surveillance video I copied.

“Well, that somewhat confirms the cash cleaning.” he stated, not even batting an eye when seeing the cash. It wasn’t an unusual amount for him, since he was used to transporting money for clients. Then he turned towards me but pointed at the monitor. “Kid, how the hell did you get this?”

“Insecure security system and dumb Smart Devices.” was my entire explanation, causing him to chuckle. “I have to admit, though ... I’m getting anxious. What if he sells the videos for quick cash because Logan keeps avoiding him?”

“Doubtful.” he discounted my worries, but continued when he noticed my questioning look. “Remember what I told you at the meeting with your folks? He dabbles in producing porn with women he or his associates forced into prostitution. I didn’t want to mention this with your family here, to keep them from totally losing it, but if he doesn’t get his money, he will probably take those four to his studio. Maybe even Logan too. Selling or publishing the videos beforehand would only take away his leverage to force them into compliance.”

My entire body tensed up while he spoke. As far as I knew, nobody ever told him what those videos actually showed, only that they were compromising material they could blackmail the family with. Without even outright saying it, he just offhandedly confirmed that he already had guessed what kind of videos they had of my ‘loving’ family. Did he also guess those videos showed incestuous intercourse? The remark for Logan possibly being put in front of a camera with Ava, Claire, Maggie, and Danielle could hint at that. I decided not to ask him, though. I really didn’t want to have that discussion with him. Also, if I was wrong, and he didn’t already know or maybe only suspected, me nervously asking about it would all but confirm it.

“Sorry if this sounds stupid, but I’m not exactly well versed in rape. How would he use the threat of publishing their compromising videos, to get them to make even more compromising videos for him?” I asked instead.

He nodded sagely while thinking his words over carefully.

“It’s hard to make rational decisions when you’re scared and feel like you’re with your back to the wall.” Bill recounted soberly, “Even if they somehow keep their heads straight, he doesn’t need to tell them. He could use the videos to force them into sex without them knowing he’s filming. Or, more likely, he could use the videos to make them simply agree to a meeting with him. Then they are drugged and dragged into the studio for an extensive shoot with his entire crew.”

I stared at him wide eyed for a good ten seconds.

“Yeah ... let’s move the plan forward!” I commented eagerly, “Let’s get this over with before he gets any ideas.”

“You heard what I just told you about rational decisions, right?”

“Yes! I’m actually very confident I can get all the copies. I’m in every computer, drive, phone, and cloud storage he, his goons, and all of his employees have access to.”

He watched me for a moment, and only responded when I gave him a confident nod.

“All right. Then let’s get you home first. Get dressed, get your gear and the USB drive with your evidence. I’ll put it in the safe here, just in case anybody has quick ideas.”

“I’ll need to visit my GP first. Getting my stitches out today.” I remembered.

“Reschedule for tomorrow. If this goes sideways, you’ll appreciate the extra support on those incisions.” he said, as he opened the door for me. “I’ll call Paul to get ready when you are.”

He followed me home with his own car. When we entered the house together, we saw all six adult members of the family gathered in the living room. Logan should be on his way back to college, and Ava and Maggie should be back in school, so their absence wasn’t unusual. What was unusual were their expressions and demeanor. It told us, at a single glance, that all my careful planning had gone to shit!

“What happened?” I asked into the room in a defeated voice.

“Logan’s message in the group chat.” Aaron explained, like I should know what he’s talking about.

“What group chat?” I asked.

“The family cha...” Grandpa started, but stopped when he remembered I wasn’t a member of that. Just then, he realized it wasn’t because I disliked Facebook and WhatsApp. So, he got his phone out and showed me.

“The fuck does he mean by ‘fixing it himself’? How!?” I shouted at this point.

The idiot just had to ruin everything! He didn’t have the money, he didn’t have the evidence, what the hell was he trying to do? Then it dawned on me, and I ran to my bedroom to look through my drawer. I seriously asked myself why I even went through all this shit for these people. Especially since I, after further thinking, realized I probably wouldn’t be sent to a group home anyway, but rather a halfway house. If I was sent anywhere in the first place, since I had a job and an apartment I already paid rent for.

“What?” Bill asked. He and the family had followed me into my room.

“The drive’s gone. He took the evidence I gathered about their operation.” I answered in a resigned tone.

I started my laptop, ignoring the family’s looks. When it was ready, I immediately logged into their surveillance camera overseeing the main office in the sports bar, presenting us with a great view of Logan, looking like he took a few good ones to the face.

My mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do next and how to salvage this situation. I wanted to immediately send the request to my C&C-server before they did anything with the videos as additional punishment for Logan. However, Claire and Danielle gasped upon seeing Logan in that state, which reminded me of what would happen if the videos vanished in the midst of THAT kind of situation. He was a fucking asshole, but there was a chance they would actually kill him. Looking at them, I remembered what Bill had just told me in his office, and pulled out my phone to type a message to Logan.

We heard them talk.

“I mean, it’s fucking stupid to try and make demands of me.” the owner told Logan, sounding quite amused and waving something in his hand. I suspected it was my USB drive with the evidence. “But I do appreciate that you brought this to me. Now I know exactly where to make changes. Doesn’t matter if you have copies or tell anyone. Nothing on here is definitive proof. By tonight, nothing you have will check out anymore.”

“Fucking hell...” I heard Bill breathe out, shaking his head.

Fucking hell, indeed. I was so done with this. I tried. All the work I put in, all the effort I had invested in helping these people, once again ruined and voided by my fucking brother.

“Now, here’s what’s going to happen.” the owner continued. “I’m done waiting for you to get my money together. You... ”

He was interrupted by someone coming into the room and wordlessly handing him a phone. After he looked at it for a minute, he started talking again.

“Who’s Tiny?”

“My ... my brother.” Logan answered in confused hesitance.

“Tiny?” Bill asked, amused.

“It’s the nickname they use for me to make fun of my small dick.” I gave my deadpan answer, jerking my head towards my family without taking my eyes off the screen to signify whom I meant by ‘they’.

I didn’t care how much Bill knew or learned anymore. From the corner of my eye I could see three things, though. First, Bill’s face that had instantly lost it’s amused look. Second, the uncomfortable feet-shuffling from my family. And, third, Bill throwing a confused and disbelieving look at John.

“You have a brother? How come we didn’t know about this?” We heard the voice from the Surveillance Feed again.

“We’re not... ” Logan starated to answer. Then he quickly lifted his head and continued in an almost desperate tone. “I used his money to pay you back, then he found all the stuff that’s on the drive. He was the one who put your guys in the hospital, too!”

I felt my stomach drop a few feet and paled. Bill grunted next to me. The fucker was trying to sell me out to save himself. The rest of the family just looked on anxiously.

“And how did he get all this?” the owner asked, once again holding up the Stick.

“I don’t really know. He does computer stuff for a security company.”

“OH, FOR FUCK’S SAKE!” I called out.

“Calm down.” Bill’s hand strongly gripped my shoulder. “Remember what I said about scared people and rational decisions!”

“Security makes sense.” the owner mused. “Probably asked around with the local bouncers and shit. Doesn’t matter anyway. But my guys will want a piece of him to make it even again. Looks like your family’s debt just went up again. I’ll give you all a way to make it up to us. According to your Bro, your grandmother fell and broke a hip or some shit. They’ll be taking care of her for a few days. When they’re back, I want you to invite them here. It’s about time we all had a talk about how to get me my money’s worth.”

“Okay, sure! I’ll talk to them as soon as they’re back!” Logan eagerly agreed.

And just like that, they gave him his phone back and threw him out of the bar.

“Quick thinking, Kid.” Bill commended me. The others in the room just looked at us questioningly, so he addressed the others. “He just bought us a few days to come up with a new plan.”

“What new plan!?” Grandpa asked, “We have to call the police!”

“With what!?” I asked angrily, “You heard the man. Logan gave them everything I had on them, and now they’ll just use that as a fucking instruction manual on to avoid prosecution. It’s not like I found a spreadsheet titled ‘Proceeds from illegal gambling’. All we had was circumstantial evidence and paper trails that would’ve checked out if the police had used it to raid their bar, or their warehouse, or set them up somehow. But now they’ll move their stuff and change their meeting places, and we have no idea where to.”

“But Logan is in danger!” Claire protested, “You saw him, they already hurt him! The police has to do something!”

“They just let him go, Mrs. Brown.” Bill attempted to calm her down, as I opened the video file from their network drive and showed him how Logan had entered the room already reeling. “Even if we go to the police now, they’d file a report about an alleged assault, but we can’t prove anything since they didn’t do it on camera. They also didn’t outright threaten any of you or admit to anything. All the man said was that Logan owed him money, and he’ll want his parents involved.”

“But there has to be something we can do?” Aaron inquired, proving his inability to handle the situation yet again.

I knew what I could do. I had thought about it when I realized just how much money they were handling. But I really didn’t want to. Even now, knowing they were coming to get revenge on me for taking down three of their people, and what they were planning to do with the others, I still wasn’t especially eager. But I couldn’t think of anything else, and I didn’t have the time to come up with something new. I turned to Bill.

“You think they’ll be safe for a few days if they actually go to the grandparents’ house like my message claimed?” I asked. He looked at me, and seemed to realize I had an idea before thinking about my question for a moment.

“Probably. Those guys aren’t big. As far as I know, he only has that one guy who’s with him right now and the three that came for Logan ... who are now out of commision, courtesy to you. Maybe your family should go to a hotel for the first two days or so, just to make sure those guys actually intend to restructure their operation first.”

“And why should only ‘his family’ go to a hotel? Why does that sound like neither of you is including you?” Uncle John asked, pointing his finger in my direction.

“Because we’re not. I will ... stay here. And make the story about Granny’s new hip believable while thinking of what to do next.” I claimed, unwilling to let them know what I was actually going to do, since I really didn’t need the discussion right then.

“Fine.” Claire announced after a moment. “But we need to get a hold of Logan and make sure he’s Okay.”

“Sure. Now go pack your shit and get moving. Use the money we had planned to give them and pay for the rooms and anything else you’ll need in cash. After that you can call the backstabber.” I told them in a rough tone as I turned to get a cigarette outside.

I didn’t suggest the cash because I thought that the bookie and his acquaintances were capable of tracking credit cards. I just remembered that Golden Boy had most likely blown away their liquid savings, and I did not want them to come back early because they ran out of money.

I was utterly exhausted. I didn’t think Logan had ever planned to sell out his girls just so they would pay off his debt for him. He lied to that man about that part. But he didn’t lie when he was talking about me. He had painted a target on my back to get himself out of his shit. Scared or not, after running away and getting me stabbed, that was the second time he was perfectly fine with me suffering if it would get him off the hook. And the only concern any of my family members voiced was about seeing Logan with a bloody nose.

“You sure you’ll be Okay?” I suddenly heard Aunt Danielle’s voice from behind me. She and Uncle John were about to leave.

“Hm.” I replied noncommittally, my mind focused on my mental checklist for tonight.

“Don’t do anything reckless, please.” she added quietly.

“Why would I?” I answered, as I moved back inside and upstairs to my room.

I still wanted to immediately delete the videos from their devices, but I couldn’t afford to agitate them before tonight, and it looked like Bill’s assumption would still prove correct. They were planning to get the girls and therefore wouldn’t distribute the videos carelessly. Instead, I went through the saved videos from their surveillance system, looking for a video that showed the owner clearing out the safe.

Going through his emails, I had learned that he had a rented storage space. I also knew he was taking a bigger cut of the money than his accomplices had agreed to, making my plan more plausible. I found a video from a few months ago, in which he was clearing out the safe wearing the very same outfit he wore while talking to Logan. Hooray for the male fashion sense!

“Baby?” Claire’s voice broke my concentration. I just grunted to acknowledge her presence, but refused to take my eyes off the screen. “We’re all packed. You sure it’s safe for you...”

“Uh huh.” I answered.

“Don’t be careless.” Aaron said. “We love you!”

“Hm.” was all they got back from me as I continued my task.

Claire and Aaron stood in my doorway for a while watching me, seemingly waiting for me to say anything more, but I no longer cared about their promises and assurances. The night I spent with Claire had done a surprisingly good job at reminding me how much I actually yearned for a little closeness with them. Not the sex, mind you, but the way she held me after the sex. With their behavior at the meeting in Bill’s office and seeing their reactions to Golden Boy’s repeated betrayal, however, I was once again convinced there was no future to this.

One way or the other, I would be gone once this was over.

“You can’t really blame your brother.” I suddenly heard Bill’s voice, pulling me back to reality.

“Are you serious!?”

“I know you’re pissed he threw you under the bus. But you can’t really blame him for it.”

“And why the fuck not?” I asked, not believing my ears. Of all the people in my life, Bill was the last one I expected to stab me in the back or support my backstabbing brother.

“Because this isn’t some action movie with him in the main role, Kid. He’s not some Rambo-type who laughs death in the face, or some CIA-Agent trained to withstand torture. That’s not how the real world works. He was obviously scared out of his mind and would’ve told them whatever could’ve gotten them off his back without even thinking about it.” he explained calmly. “I’m not saying you can’t be angry with the little fucker. From what I understand, this whole situation only exists because he made one bad decision after the other. But I am telling you that you can’t blame him for what he did in that particular moment.”

“You are serious!”

“Look ... it’s easy for outsiders to claim they wouldn’t have done it. But the truth is, nobody can know how they would react in a situation like that, until they actually find themselves in a situation like that. Now, I know you’re not planning to wait for the bookies crew to show up on your doorstep. You already have an idea. Whatever it is, it won’t work if you spend the night fuming over what we just saw. So, what are you thinking, kid?”

I looked at him for a while, but ultimately had to agree with what he said. I had to concentrate instead on my task instead of making up scenarios of how to punish Logan.

I still wasn’t sure if I should tell him what was brewing in my head, though. The family seemed to be gone, and Bill was the one I felt was the most trustworthy person in my life. I didn’t want to risk that. But still, I needed that bookie off my back. Permanently. The implications and probable consequences of what I was about to do, however, weren’t exactly something I’d want others to know about. But at the same time ... Bill had helped me more times than I could count. I sighed and resigned myself to simply trusting him.

“I’m going to steal the money he’s supposed to clean, and ... make it look like he stole it himself.” I carefully answered, watching his face for any indication of disapproval. I couldn’t find any. In fact, like so often, I couldn’t find an indication for any type of emotion on his face.

“You know what kind of people gave him that money. And what they’ll do to anyone stealing from them.” he stated simply. Just like his face, his voice also showed no judgment.

“You know what they’ll do to Claire, Ava, Danielle, and Maggie if I don’t do this.”

He watched me intently for a while. I felt like he was trying to gauge my resolve. Then he spoke again.

“How you gonna do it?” he asked as he moved closer to me, looking at my monitor.

“From the camera, I got the login data for the cloud storage where it saves the surveillance videos to. I found videos from a few months back, when the owner emptied the safe wearing the very same clothes as today. The rest of the office also looks the same ... luckily, the office has no windows, the camera angle doesn’t show any clocks, and the guy cleans up after himself. I copied those videos and also the videos showing him walking in and out through the hallway. All I have to do now is manipulate the time stamps to make it look like these videos are actually from tonight, and place them on the drives after I took the money. Since the timestamp in the feed itself is displayed on a thick black background, even I can change them without knowing much about video editing. And changing the timestamps and the reference to the editing software in the file’s meta data isn’t a problem for me.”

He thought about that for a moment, then nodded.

“How are you going to get into the building?”

Instead of answering, I opened my desk’s bottom drawer and pulled out the ElectroPick I got a while back through work, because ... well, because I thought it was cool. I had picked it up from my apartment when this plan had begun to take form in my head. He took one glance and smiled.

“Fine. But I’ll come with you.” That caught me off guard.

“Why?” I asked incredulously.

“I’m bored. And you may know about that computer crap, but this? I know a little more about this kinda stuff than you, kid.” he just said.

“Yeah ... but why are you helping me so much?”

He thought about that for a moment, then sighed.

“John and I go way back, you know? This is about his little sister, so I feel obligated to help him. Besides, I’ve known you since you were this small and still all pudgy.” he said, holding his palm at waist height, causing me to snort a short laugh before he continued in a serious tone. “We all need someone to look out for us from time to time, Kid. With the ... home situation you have ... I’d feel like an ass if I just walked away knowing what you’re gonna do.”

I was fucking thankful for that man. He was more of a father figure to me than Aaron had been. When Aaron demanded I’d get a job, Bill had taken me seriously and given me that chance to prove myself. When Aaron refused to lift a finger to help with the bullying, Bill had taught me how to end it. When I had to trick Aaron into signing the application for my license, Bill had given me driving lessons. And when Tess died, he showed me more concern than my entire family combined. I was just about to comment something sappy, when he spoke again and ruined this sentimental thought process.

“Especially since you saved me a shitload of money ever since I graciously took you in. I mean, I never told you, but the firm I paid for the IT-shit before you? Ninety Bucks an hour! So, with me helping you through this, you can’t use that knowledge to demand a raise without looking like an ungrateful ass yourself. Just let me tell the Missus I won’t be back tonight.”

With that, he pulled out his phone, turned his back to me, and only chuckled when I threw a crumpled up piece of paper at the back of his head. I didn’t feel like listening in on his private conversations, so I decided to get us something to drink before we needed to go.

As I stepped through the door into the hallway, though, I heard the front door close. When I made my way downstairs and looked through the door’s peephole, I could just see the parents and grandparents pull out of the driveway. So much for hiding what I was about to do.

At eleven in the evening we got into Bill’s car and drove to the office, where we switched into a pickup to make the drive to Austin, arriving around 2:30 AM. Bill had us change into blue work-overalls, talking about how most break-ins happened in bright daylight by people looking like craftspeople. People seeing you fiddle with a lock, dressed like this and sporting fashionable tool belts, tend to automatically assume you’re a locksmith or something similar and simply forget about it.

We waited another hour before the owner’s and his last remaining goon’s phones’ GPS showed them at their homes. Then we had to wait another half hour so the timestamp of my prepared fake video would fit into the gap created by turning off the camera, and combining them into one continuous feed was easier.

“All right, time to turn off the cameras, then we have exactly thirty minutes to pull this off and turn them back on.” I told Bill, as I opened my laptop.

The service entrance in the back was quickly opened with the ElectroPick. An electric lockpick is basically an electric toothbrush with the brush head removed. Imagine the metal pin that holds the brush heads filed down into the form of a lockpick. When you stick it into the keyhole and turn it on, the oscillations of the metal pin transfer through the metal of the lock to the lock pins, causing them to vibrate until they eventually all line up perfectly and you can just turn the lock. It took Bill maybe eight seconds to open the door that way.

We made our way to the owner’s office, my heartbeat loud in my ears. I knew from the camera feed, before I shut it off, that nobody was left inside, but I was scared shitless someone might come back for some reason. Bill, on the other hand, was as calm as ever and made sure I didn’t freeze up unnecessarily.

“Where was the safe again?” Bill asked, and I pointed at the cabinet behind him.

“Hmm, Sentry Safe. What you gonna do now, Kid? Hack the thing with your phone? Pull out a neodymium magnet to bypass the mechanism?” he asked, smiling.

I just knelt down and punched the combination in, which he commented by grumbling a disappointed “Boring...”.

“He sets a new combination every time his guys put the money in. But I could clearly see him doing it on his fancy HD-camera over there.” I explained, pointing at the ceiling.

The safe opened and my breath caught in my throat as I saw the piles of money in it. I had never seen that much cash in person, probably even throughout my life. I moved it all into my duffle bag, closed the safe back up, and we got out through the back again. Despite my instincts screaming at me to just get the hell away from there, Bill made me wait. He knelt down and used the ElectroPick to lock the door back up.

“You said you wanted it to look like he stole it himself. We shouldn’t make it look like it was as easy as it was to get in here. Any clues for how someone could’ve come in, would make his robbery claim more believable.” he explained, before finally walking back to the car.

I was damn sure I would be hyperventilating without Bill around. After nothing happened for five minutes, I calmed down enough to get my Laptop out.

“What now?” Bill asked.

“First, I’m sending the request to my C&C-server to activate the malware on all the devices.”

“Now? Won’t that raise suspicions when he tries to figure out who stole from him?”

“If this works as we hope, it won’t matter. I’m sure he’ll notice the missing money before he notices the corrupted videos. And even if he somehow figures out what I did over the last few days, pointing it out to his accomplices after they started looking into it will only seem even more like a desperate attempt to shift the attention away from him. But more importantly, I want those videos gone before his buddies start tearing his hardware apart to look for clues to their money. If they find the videos and copy them, I’ll have to start all over again.”

“Good point.” he just said.

“All I need to do now is to turn the cameras back on at exactly four-thirty and place the prepared videos in the cloud storage. Whoever checks those tomorrow would see the owner emptying the safe himself. I don’t think he even knows about this cloud storage, he has his videos on a network drive in that building. So, I’ll also place the videos on there and delete them again.”

“Why delete them?” Bill asked, curious. His slightly amused tone gave me the impression he had way too much fun.

“If the people whose money we just took look into it, they’ll find the video of him taking the money in their cloud storage despite him claiming the money was stolen. If he really doesn’t know about the cloud storage, he’ll look into his network drive, telling them the camera was turned off by the thieves. But, if those guys have someone even slightly more capable than this dude, they’ll find the deleted video of him cleaning them out as soon as they take more than just a fleeting glance at his drive. It’ll make it look like he deleted them himself to support his lie.”

“Don’t take this as a compliment, but you do have a talent for this. Though, I’m not sure that’s enough. Your story’s lacking something important.”

“What’s that?” I asked nervously.

“Motive, Kid. Why did he suddenly decide to steal from people who are that dangerous? Typically, stuff like that happens either because they’ve had enough and want out, or because they need the money for something.”

“Well ... What if we don’t plant all the Bricks on him? Making it look like he had to use a sizable chunk of it? But if you think that isn’t enough, I can use his credit card to book a one-way ticket to Switzerland or something. He does actually steal from them. Just apparently not so much that it would raise any eyebrows. I know he stashes it in a garage he’s renting.” I explained.

“Garage? As in a rented storage unit?” he asked and I nodded. “Just to be sure ... how are you planning on dealing with that garage’s surveillance?”

I hadn’t thought about that, and just stared at him blinking.

“So much for your talent for this. These storage facilities are also equipped with camera surveillance. And you can bet your ass, if these guys want to access those, they can. Besides, how were you planning to point those guys to the garage? Anyone telling them about where to find the money would naturally be suspected of having taken it themselves, instead of the guy we’re trying to frame here.”

“Oh...” I just said, not knowing how to continue.

“All right, let’s find an IHOP or something and get some breakfast. You got their home addresses?”

“Yeah, why?”

“We’ll wait till they leave, then go into their apartments and stash some of the bricks in there. It’s the first place anyone suspecting them of stealing will look. Though ... maybe, just to be sure ... go ahead and book the flight with his credit card for Saturday.” He explained as he started the car and found us a diner.

At Six in the morning, the camera system switched files, and I could combine the real feeds with the manipulated video, erasing every trace of the camera system ever being turned off for the real owners of the money. Meanwhile I left the videos on the owner’s drive in parts, to make it look like he himself deleted the part showing him emptying the safe.

Another three hours later, the work overalls proved extremely helpful, as I noticed people not even giving us a second look when we walked into the buildings. We placed two Bricks in the goon’s apartment and five Bricks in the owner’s apartment another hour later. Then we made our way back home.

When we arrived at the office building, the first thing we did was go into Bill’s office and empty the duffle bag.

“Holy fuck.” I said.

“Indeed.” Bill confirmed calmly. “I didn’t expect it to be that much. At least this could count as another motive. It’s a very tempting amount for anyone to get their hands on.”

On his table were twenty-three Bricks of cash, most of them containing hundred-dollar-notes, amounting to exactly a shitload of US-Dollars.

“What the hell are we going to do with it? I can’t take it home. What if one of them comes looking for clues and finds it?” I asked.

“We? I’m not touching that money, Kid. But I’m warning you now, you can’t put it in your bank account either. A deposit of more than ten-thousand dollars in cash gets reported to the IRS by the bank. Even if you deposit it in smaller increments, ‘cause that ten grand threshold is also per year. Same goes for big purchases. So, at ten grand per year, this would take you a lifetime to deposit.”

“Deposit box is also out of the question. Still a minor and all that. So...?” I asked Bill, hoping for some guidance.

“How about you burn it?” he asked, matter of fact, to which I just looked at him shocked, grabbed a few bricks, and theatrically held them against my chest like I was protecting a new born child. “Just put it in the safe in your office for now. It should be big enough. You only use it for the backup drives anyway. But since we’re already on the topic of money, take this.” he said, presenting me with a business mastercard. “I got the idea when you went to Walmart for my adapter. It made me remember that you also went to Home Depot for the missing parts for the shelves in your office. In the future you could use this to pay for stuff like that. Would spare you the hassle of bringing the slips into accounting to get your money back.”

“Oh, convenient! Thanks.” I said.

“Though, after ... It’s a prepaid card holding a thousand bucks right now. If you want, I can tell accounting to open it up for personal use. You could use it for whatever, and they’d top it off each month from your pay if you used it for non-work related purchases.” He paused, and got the same thoughtful look he had during the meet with the family. “Like, if you ever need a motel room or something. If I had known what was really going on, I wouldn’t ‘ve told your folks where to find your apartment, Kid. I’m sorry.”

“Thanks.” I replied in a subdued voice.

I shoved the card into my wallet, and was just packing the Bricks back into the bag when he stopped what he was doing, turned to look at me for a moment, and then spoke again.

“Kid, how did you get that guy’s credit card information to book the flight with?”

I didn’t answer. Truth was, I had simply watched him enter it a few days ago to pay for an OnlyFans subscription, so no fancy hacking on that part. But why admit that?

“Tim?” he asked after mulling the past few hours over in his head. “We’re friends, right? I won’t need to cancel my cards, right?”

I replied with my best impression of Palpatine’s laugh while I made my way downstairs to stash the money away. Then we met back up in the parking lot, got out of the overalls, and he gave me a lift back to the house.

I checked my phone and noticed a whopping fourteen missed calls from Claire, Aaron and even Uncle John. That was new, if those were attempts to check in on me. But I still had one more thing to do before I could call it mission accomplished. I had to call Logan. My first attempt went to voicemail after it rang just three times. Cursing under my breath, I immediately tried again, and he finally picked up.

“What!?” I heard his annoyed voice.

“Good day to you too, Golden Boy.” I answered, audibly annoyed.

“Oh ... it’s you.” His voice was now clearly tense.

“Yes, It’s me. How’s everything at your end?”

“Fine. I got here a few hours ago.”

“Where’s ‘here’?” I asked confused.

“With the others. Mom and Granny insisted since I got hurt.” he said with an audible grin, telling me he was enjoying this greatly. The reason for his good mood became clear when I heard Claire’s afar voice.

“Oh, you’re finally awake. Ava, honey, go make your brother feel better until Danny and I can join back in.” she ordered with a sultry laugh.

“Yes, Mom.” I heard Ava confirm.

Did I hear this right!? ‘Join back in’? My mood had significantly improved during the past hour I spent with Bill, but now I was immediately at rock bottom again. There were two big problems with what I had just heard.

First: Was physical appearance the only thing these damn people cared about? They excluded me for not being attractive enough, yet they didn’t exclude Logan for betraying their trust, putting their lives in danger, and trying to sell me out.

Second: They were fucking. So much for my theory of them calling so often because they were concerned for me. Clearly they were just concerned about something going wrong and the videos coming out.

Believe it or not, I didn’t blame them for caring for Logan, and I had to admit that Bill was right about him being scared. I hated him with a passion for what he did to me, but he was still their son, brother, and nephew. They were supposed to care for him. Just like they were supposed to care for me whenever I came home after being beaten by the assholes in school. It’s what I wished for these past years. And just like I came to terms with them not wanting me, realizing I couldn’t force them to be attracted to me, I knew I could never get what I needed from a family if it excluded one of its members. The basic problem would remain; they would still facilitate the very same damaging and hurtful behavior I had suffered from. I was also in full agreement with what Claire had said the night we had sex. She wanted me back in her life, but not at the cost of repeating her mistake with one of my siblings.

No, what got me down again was the fact they were even in the mood for sex, while I was out there trying to save their ungrateful asses from a known sex trafficer, who also almost killed me once before. Since they apparently stuck around while Bill and I discussed my plan, they knew about that. It proved how little they really worried about me.

“Fine.” I said, as I found my voice again, though now I was audibly pissed. “Listen, sometime this afternoon, I’ll need you to call those guys with a status update. Tell them the whole family will be back by Friday, so Ava won’t have to miss out on her birthday. Tell me how that went afterwards. You got that, asshole?”

“Don’t call me Asshole, Tiny!” he angrily answered, causing Claire to inject herself into the conversation again.

“Wait! Is that Tim? Give me the phone! NOW Logan!” I heard rustling, and then Claire’s voice came in clearer and a lot louder. “Tim? Baby? Are you Okay? We haven’t heard from you! We were so worried!”

“Sure you were.” I spat into the phone. “You were so worried that you all spent the night fucking the asshole who sold me out to those people, after he lost the videos he secretly took of your sexparties. So, not like he ever did anything that would warrant you finally remembering your obligations as a parent to raise your children, right!?”

“Wh ... What? Baby, we... ”

“Save it! Make sure your Golden Boy doesn’t fuck it up again, please. He needs to call them sometime this afternoon and tell them you’ll all be back before Ava’s birthday. If he can’t reach them, that’s a good thing, but if he does, do NOT come back before Monday! Just stay close to him when he makes the call, so he doesn’t tell them anymore crap that would make them want to kill me again! But I guess staying close to him won’t be a problem for any of you, will it?”

I hung up before she could answer me. I had other things to do, but my phone rang before I could put it back into my pocket. I didn’t think talking while I was in that kind of mood would be productive, so I sent her call to my voicemail and set my phone to silent. Then I made my way to our GP to finally get those staples and stitches removed. They had started to itch like hell, and I was glad I had healed enough to get rid of them, though the cracked rib still hurt whenever I moved the wrong way. Especially lifting my laptop around in the car last night had made that evident to me. Two more weeks, If the pretty doc from the hospital was right.

On my way back to the house, I stopped at a grocery store to get myself a frozen pizza, a coke, and a sixpack of beer. I don’t know if it was for the purchases that looked like I just got off a night shift, the unshaven face supporting that impression, or the business mastercard I paid with, but the cashier didn’t even bat an eye about the alcohol when ringing my purchases. Maybe he just took pity on me after seeing the still quite pronounced bruises on my face. Either way, I was just thankful that something went well for me that day.

Despite not expecting the Bookie’s partners to try anything so soon, I was still scared. If they ever made a connection with us at all, it would take them a few days at least. I contemplated all this while eating half of my pizza. Still, whenever I was about to fall asleep on the sofa, I would jerk awake again to frantically check my surroundings.

I walked to my bedroom instead, dropped into my chair, and started my computer. Over the next ninety minutes, I emptied all six beers thinking it would get me far enough to just ignore the nagging doubts and let me sleep. I kept telling myself that I needed sleep, and that they wouldn’t show up so soon, but finally decided to get a little extra help by taking one of my leftover Zydol. Another ten minutes later, the combination of exhaustion, opiates, and alcohol finally let me pass out. Literally. I just fell backwards on my bed when I tried to take my socks off, and was out before I could even lift my legs onto the mattress.

I woke up the next morning feeling mushy. I always felt that way when I slept for more than eight hours straight. According to the clock, it was 6:30 AM. I slept for the better part of thirteen hours. I did notice I was down to my shorts, despite not remembering undressing. I didn’t think about that, though, as I absolutely had to go take a leak.

When I got out of the bathroom, I found myself confronted with the sight of my naked sister walking out of her room.

She probably had just come out of the shower before I went into the bathroom, because she was still drying her hair with a towel, which was covering her face so she hadn’t seen me yet. Her breasts were a little smaller than Tess’, which were a good full C-Cup, and perky instead of tear shaped, but jiggled just the same as she rubbed the towel through her hair. Her thin body was shaped in the most gorgeous hourglass figure that I couldn’t help but let my eyes linger on. She absolutely deserved her position as captain of the cheer squad when it came to her looks.

I admired the view and, without noticing, my dick started to grow. Her personality may have been shit, but she certainly looked stunning. I don’t know if I made a noise, but she suddenly ripped the towel off her head and slung her head in my direction with surprised shock. Then her eyes wandered down my body and stopped at my bulge. Her eyes grew wide, her mouth fell open, and she just unabashedly stared at my almost naked body.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked. It took her a few seconds to move her eyes up to my face and give me an answer, not even attempting to cover herself up.

“I ... I forgot ... school stuff! Homework!” she stammered, her eyes darting to and from, before wandering over my body again and finally coming to a rest on that inappropriate protrusion in my shorts.

“School stuff? Are you fucking kidding me!? You’re not going to school, you’re tending to your hurt grandmother who lives hours away, remember?” I reminded her in a desperate plea. If Logan wasn’t fucking this up for me, the rest of them would? “You know what? I’m done asking you all to please work with me. Do what I fucking told you to do!”

Hearing my demand at the end, she suddenly started rubbing her thighs together, which was somehow annoying me. After all those years of her rejecting, ridiculing, and humiliating me for the most stupid reasons, her body’s reaction betrayed her.

“Like what you see?” I asked, intending to tease her about it.

Her response disturbed me, though. It ripped her out of her trance, she regarded me with an amazed look, and tried to say something, but her mouth moved like a fish out of the water. Then, instead of being angry and throwing heavy objects at me like I expected from her, she suddenly gave me this shy look, placed both hands behind her back, and basically presented her naked body to me. I blinked a few times, and a shocking realization made its way into my mind.

The look she had given me before turning all shy and docile was something I had seen before. It was the same as when I told her to get us beers at Thanksgiving. She told me that bit about Logan not liking me ‘being in charge’, but back then the possible meaning was completely lost on me. I had to test this.

“Alright Princess, get in there and help me out of the Rib Brace.” I said in a firm tone, pointing at my bedroom door.

She immediately sprang to action and was in my room before I took a single step. When I entered after her, she loosened the brace while standing behind me, pressing her naked body into my back. I could feel her nipples being hard as little rocks, confirming my theory to an extent. I still had to push her to know for sure.

“Stand in front of me, Princess.” I said, in a commanding tone this time.

It worked again! She hurried around me, came to a stand, and waited for me to tell her what to do next while breathing somewhat loudly through her mouth! I pointed at the pads still covering my wounds, and the still bright red cut on my right eyebrow before speaking again.

“I got all this protecting you. I think it’s only fair you balance out some of the pain. Get on your knees.”

Her eyes grew as big as saucers. Then, instead of just kneeling before me like I told her, she also pulled my shorts off on the way down, grabbed my now painfully throbbing cock, and opened her mouth to slowly move her head closer to it.

Feeling her hot breath on the tip of my cock, right before her lips would engulf it, was unbelievably exciting. Then she closed her lips around it, and started sucking while jerking her hand up and down my shaft. Her tongue massaged around my tip as her head tilted from one side to the other, while she searched my face for signs of approval.

She didn’t moan like Claire had done. I had no indication whether she was enjoying this. I placed my hand on the back of her head, but didn’t guide her in any way. She seemed to have expected me to do just that though, because she paused as soon as she felt my hand in her hair.

“Lick it!” I demanded.

This time, I definitely heard her moan a breathy “Yes!”, as she let me slip out of her mouth so she could stick out her tongue and lick my shaft from bottom to top.

This was interesting. The implications for this discovery were huge. If this girl simply did what she was told, apparently even got off on being commanded, then maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t her idea to humiliate me in school. Maybe, she just did it because someone had told her to.

I remembered the time she came to my room after my suspension for fighting my bullies. She did seem concerned, almost scared even, upon noticing how bare the room had become that reflected my existence in this house, but I was too angry to allow her near me. If my suspicion turned out to be true, I wouldn’t have to spend much time looking for the real culprit. After all, it was Logan who was always running interference whenever I got close to any female in the family.

Of course, that wouldn’t make me simply forget the last four years. Getting off on it or not, it was still her own decision to go through with it all. She chose her pleasure over her little brother’s happiness and health, and I did not intend to forgo my chance at payback.

“Your mother is better at this than you.” I said, causing her to pause again while her eyes surprisingly displayed deep sadness.

Debasement didn’t seem to be part of her kink. She just seemed to like being commanded so far. Maybe also being used. But the look in her eyes wasn’t just displaying sadness. It was most likely just wishful thinking, but it also seemed like regret upon hearing me call Claire ‘her’ mother.

“Alright, Princess. Get up again.”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I took hold of her shoulders and turned her to face the wall. Then I stood behind her, used my foot to make her spread her legs, placed my hand right in between her shoulder blades, and pushed her forward.

She gasped when she realized what I was going to do, but I felt absolutely no resistance. She leaned with her hands against the wall and spread her lightly trembling legs even further all on her own. I reached down to cup her entire sex with my hand, feeling the heat radiating off it and noticing how perfectly smooth it was. It was even smoother than Tess had always been, which surprised me, since she had shaved diligently. With Ava, I couldn’t even feel a single stubble! I curled my middle finger and started rubbing her clit. She pushed her butt into my hand and moaned. I leaned forward, so my mouth was next to her head, and spoke directly into her ear.

“Did you know that orgasms have a relaxing effect on the body? I’m going to use your body to see how effective that is.” I said, and she moaned loudly now.

I had said exactly the right thing. She got very wet, very fast. Gyrating her hips while I kneaded her pussy. Then I pushed two fingers into her hole, my middle and ring finger, so my index and little finger could keep massaging her labia, and felt absolutely no friction. I flexed my stomach muscles a few times, testing for pain. Nothing came, so I decided to risk it. I stepped behind her spread legs, grabbed her hips with both hands, but decided to make her work for it a little more.

“Line it up, Princess.”

This time her moan was sweet and wanting. She reached back through her spread legs and grabbed my cock. Then she lined it up with her opening and I moved my hips just half an inch forward, so my tip would stay in place when she braced herself against the wall again.

“Please, Tim. You’re thicker than the others.” she started, making me smile. I made a mental note not to let Aaron and Logan forget about that. “Please go sloOOOWWWW FUCK!”

I had slammed my full erection into her as she was talking. This wasn’t for her, this was for me! I was using her to get rid of the frustration they had caused. I was using her to let out my anger for how she treated me. I was using her for my pleasure. But she quickly made it known how much she loved it herself.

“YES! Oh, God, Tim! You’re stretching me out!”

I loved it. She wasn’t as tight as Tess was, but much tighter than Claire. And I had felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Not since Tess moved away. I felt my cock engulfed by her tight wet pussy, followed by an even tighter part at the back of her channel literally squeezing the first inch from my tip down. I was moving my hips in tiny increments, simply grinding myself against her ass, bathing in the feeling of that tightness massaging my tip and her pussy milking my cock.

After about a minute, I pulled back and started giving it to her in larger movements, though I was more pulling her onto my cock than pushing it into her. I was using her like a lifesized sex doll with no regard for her need, though it seemed to be met quite nicely. The feeling was heavenly. I couldn’t hammer her as hard as I wanted yet, but it was still awesome.

She got so wet I could hear the loud squishing noises emanating from our connected crotches. After roughly five minutes of me fucking her this way, her legs started quivering and she came. I had to hold her up by her hips, never stopping the fucking throughout her orgasm. Luckily the girl weighed maybe 120 pounds, so I could manage for a while, but soon I felt my pectoral muscles protesting. I wasn’t done, though. I was still angry with her.

I wrapped my arm around her torso to hold her up while I continuously fucked into her until her body stopped quivering. Then I pulled my cock out of her, and dragged her over to my bed. I sat on it, grabbed her by her hips again, and pulled her towards me. She quickly understood, but looked at me with half lid eyes as she spread her legs wide to straddle me.

“Tim ... Bro ... I just came! I need a second!” she breathlessly pleaded, but I was relentless.

“Having fun, huh? Good for you. Now sit on it!” I answered firmly, but made sure it was in no way threatening.

Despite protesting before, she complied without a second of hesitation as I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down onto my cock, making her impale herself on it. The word ‘impale’ fit, because immediately my tip was right back in that special tightness again, causing a massive shiver to go through her entire body, accompanied by a mouse-like squeaking sound escaping her mouth. I suspected she loved the feeling just as much as I did, because she made no attempt to lift herself up again. Instead, she just started grinding her hips back and forth, draping her arms around my shoulders and letting her head fall back, releasing moan after moan to the ceiling for minutes, until I felt her pussy spasm around my cock a second time and I heard her release a loud wail of pleasure.

I had held off from coming by reminding myself of all the ridicule and humiliation I had suffered because of her. I was going to give her the fucking of her lifetime, just like Tess had done for me on my sixteenth birthday, and was going to make her feel exactly what she could have had all this time if only she wouldn’t have been such a massive bitch to me. And more importantly, make sure she knew exactly what she lost when I was gone from this house for good. But I still fucking loved this feeling.

As her body jerked on top of my cock, her tits were jumping right in front of my face. I took her right nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, as I helped her move by pulling and pushing on her hips. I knew I couldn’t go on much longer, I needed to keep her going while giving myself a break. So, I pulled her off me and threw her on her back, before grabbing her knees and pulling her hip to the edge of the bed. I knelt down, spread her legs, leaned forward, and feasted on her juices.

She lifted her legs to rest them on my shoulders, and then wrapped one leg around my neck, supporting her hands that were pulling my face into her crotch by my hair. Her stomach was quivering since she was still feeling the effects of her second orgasm, and I planned on at least eating her until I could feel the third one coming before chasing my own. It didn’t take as long as I thought it would.

I got back to my feet, pushed her knees to her chest, and rammed my cock back into her depth. I fucked her like a mad man. She was literally screaming in pleasure at this point.

“TIM! I CAN’T! PLEEEEASE! I can’t cum anymore! I’ll DIE!” she cried.

I would have believed her if she hadn’t wrapped her legs around my waist, effectively keeping me from pulling out even if I wanted to. At the same time, she was clawing at my butt. She was panting feverishly by the time I finally felt the telltale tensing in my balls and started violently slamming into her over and over again, with as much force as my bruised body could muster. I let my right hand slide from her hip to the front of her lower stomach. Then I extended my thumb and pressed it against her clit. Her hips rocked erratically for a few seconds before I started to massage it in a circular motion.

“You better be on birth control, Princess! ‘Cause there’s no way I’ll shoot my cum anywhere but deep inside your womb!” I informed her, panting myself.

Her eyes, which were pressed shut for the past minute, shot wide open. The noise I heard escaping her was best described as a throaty, raspy groan. A deep red flush spread across her chest as her rocking motion grew more and more desperate, obviously chasing her orgasm. I increased the speed of my thumb massaging her clit and soon felt my cum rising.

I shot spurt after spurt directly into her quivering canal. It felt like it would never stop as Ava suddenly arched her back like she was possessed, and bit me in the shoulder to muffle her orgasmic scream. Her pussy released a river drenching my balls in her juices. I let my left hand slide from her hip to her ass and gave it a strong squeeze, holding her firmly pressed into me as I jerked inside her over and over again.

When I was finally done releasing my seed into my sister’s readily waiting womb, I saw bright dots scattered across my slightly darkening field of vision and felt lightheaded. I hadn’t come so hard in ... ever! Actually, since Tess died, I had barely come at all.

I just lay on top of her for a while, gasping for breath while making minute movements with my hips to ride out the feeling. Then I pulled my cock out of her, walked to the other side of the bed, and pulled her upper body to the edge of the mattress. As her head hung off the edge, I pushed against her chin to open her mouth and pushed my cock inside so she could suck me clean.

She could barely open her eyes, her body was void of tension, but she did it. She was just lying there, her legs spread, knees still jerking from time to time, arms listless by her side, but eagerly sucking and licking my slowly softening cock. I was reminded of the first time I had fucked Tess in my office, leaving her in a similar state.

The feeling of pride was short lived, though, as I had to ask myself if I would ever stop comparing every sexual encounter with something I had done with Tess. Once again, the sadness of never being with her again flooded my thoughts, and I deflated completely. I left Ava on the bed as I quickly made my way to the bathroom to hide away in the shower.

When I came back into my room roughly fifteen minutes later, she was sleeping soundly. I thought she had probably been already active throughout the night with the rest of the family, so now it was simply too much for her. Somehow my commiseration for her predicament had its limits. She’d be alright.

I softly shook her and, when I got no reaction, licked her nipples in a more earnest attempt to wake her up. It didn’t work either, so I placed my teeth around her nipple and bit it softly, as I placed my hand back on her swollen and abused pussy, and pushed two fingers into it. That got her to open her eyes, as she clamped her legs shut, and used her own hands to grab my arm. Though she made no attempt to actually pull my hand off or my fingers out of her, she gave me a pleading look.

“Get up. We fucked for over half an hour. You still need to get back to the hotel.” I said.

She looked at me like she was asking my permission to stay home. Like I had that authority or the desire to stay with her. Then she seemed to notice something as she looked into my eyes. Her brows furrowed and the grip she had on my arm loosened, like her mind was now occupied with something more pressing.

“Are you okay?” she asked in a mixture of concern and surprise.

“Peachy.” I rebuffed her question. “Got soap in my eyes when I showered. Get up now.”

When she still didn’t make any attempt to move after a few more seconds, I pushed my fingers deeper into her. I immediately backed out when I saw her eyes flinch in pain, as she nodded eagerly to signal her compliance. Pain wasn’t doing it for her either, it seemed, and I wasn’t a fan of inflicting it. She was submissive, but that was all. No pain, no humiliation, and probably no degradation. She would let me hurt and degrade her without a word of protest, but it didn’t give her pleasure. She just got off from being commanded and used.

As she got up and left my room on comically wobbly legs, my cum running down the inside of her thigh, I contemplated what just happened.

Even if this all went bad, it would be a nice point for my bucket list. Maybe I should do something similar with Claire and Danielle before I finally left, so they also knew exactly what they lost. Though, I thought Claire had probably already gotten what she wanted when she stayed the night with me.