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“Don’t you fucking move or make a sound, or I’ll kill you both,” our former “Uncle Andy” threatens us both as he holds a small gun to Aunt Dana’s head. Apparently he’s gone off the deep end. Dad ran into him at the beach one day and kinda beat him up, not too badly, though; mostly just knocked the wind out of him. Hold on, let’s back up; I’ll give you a quick overview of the past week or so.
So, Dad found out that the company he’s worked for our entire lives was sold to another, larger company; so he’s lost his job. But, he and his supervisor, who has been a close family friend, have decided to start their own company doing the same kind of thing; financial services I think. Anyway, after he turned in his paperwork that needed to be filled out before the buyout, he went to the beach to relax a little and ran into Andy. Andy attacked him for some reason, probably for fucking Aunt Dana, along with our mom (Tina and I assume that anyway). But, they were divorced anyway, so he was just acting out in complete immature jealousy. Detectives have been to our house to interview our parents and Aunt Dana. They talked to us a little bit, too, but we didn’t really know anything at the time.
So, now we have a squad car parked outside our house every day since they can’t find Andy to arrest him for beating up Aunt Dana. I saw how she looked one evening when I stopped by the house to pick up some things for Tina before the play started. I was so pissed, I was tempted to go find Andy myself and kick his ass. But, knowing he’s rich, I figured he probably owns a gun. Turns out I’m right. Tina and I had just passed out after a good fuck session when we heard two gunshots outside. I run to my room and look down to see the cop car driving away. When I return to Tina’s room I tell her what I saw. She freaks out, but I somehow calm her back down again. A little bit later, I hear someone messing with the lock at the front door. When I open Tina’s door a crack, Aunt Dana is there telling us to keep quiet and then pulls our door shut.
Almost immediately after, the front door opens and then slams shut.
“DANA!” Andy shouts and then I hear the distinct sound of a gun cocking.
“What the fuck is going on?” Tina asks fearfully.
I turn towards her and pull her into my arms. “We’ll be okay,” I tell her, but I don’t believe it myself. I search her room for something to use as a weapon, but I’m the athletic one and I don’t have time to run to my room, grab a baseball bat from my closet and return to Tina’s side before Andy finds us.
Tina’s door swings open and Andy aims his gun at Tina’s head. “Strip,” he demands of us both. “Good, now get in your bed and stay there. I’ll be back once I’ve finished with Aunt Dana. Your dad thinks he can take what’s mine and embarrass me? He’s got another thing coming. Now, keep your eyes shut until I return. Don’t you fucking move or make a sound, or I’ll kill you both,” he says and then pulls the door shut once we’re in bed.
A minute later I hear the alarm system chirp, announcing the arrival of our parents. I keep my eyes closed, though, holding Tina tight in my arms as she trembles in fear. I’ve never felt her shake this much, so I hold her tighter. If the situation was different, her ass pressing against my cock would turn me on; but knowing Andy is likely down the hall with Aunt Dana, raping her or holding her at gun point, or whatever he’s doing, keeps me flaccid. I can hear Mom and Dad’s voices as they come up the stairs.
“True, I’ll go wake Tina, you get Tim, maybe the five of us can go get lunch when Dana gets back,” Mom says just outside Tina’s door.
When it opens she doesn’t make a sound, but I’m too scared to open my eyes. A few seconds later Dad walks in.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” he asks. After a long pause he clears his throat.
My eyes pop open and lock right onto his. I then scan the room but have no idea why.
“Is he gone?” I whisper but he doesn’t hear me.
“Is he gone?” I repeat as he kneels down next to us.
“Is who gone?” he asks quietly, he tenses up, though.
“Uncle Andy,” I tell him; that’s when he notices that Tina’s arm, which is holding onto mine that’s wrapped around her, is shaking like a leaf.
“There’s nobody here,” he tells me.
“Are you sure?” I whisper again.
He looks up at Mom but she’s already leaving the room. “Stay here,” he tells us and then pulls Tina’s door shut.
I get out of bed, pull on shorts and listen at the door while Tina gets dressed.
“What?” Mom hisses.
“Let me check the rooms first, you stay with the kids,” Dad tells her in a hushed tone.
“Why? I can handle that little prick.”
“Not if the little prick has a gun,” Andy’s voice startles us. I open the door and look down the hall. Andy has his .22mm pointed at Dana’s right temple. “Didn’t think I’d retaliate, Jeff?”
“Why don’t you put the gun down, Jeff?” Dad suggests calmly. “We can talk about this.”
“Why don’t you shut the fuck up?” he replies furiously, bedava bahis aiming the gun at Dad.
Amanda steps into his line of sight. “Andy,” she says in as sexy of a voice as she can muster through her fear. He keeps the gun pointed at Dad while holding Aunt Dana in a chokehold, but his eyes dart in Mom’s direction. “That’s it, I’m right here,” she says, her hands raised as she slowly walks towards him.
“Stay back,” he warns and then presses the small barrel of the gun to Dana’s head again.
Mom freezes with her hands raised in a nonthreatening way. “Andy, relax, we’re all friends here,” she says, trying to remind him of their past relationship with him.
“Friends don’t steal from each other,” he says and then points the gun at Mom.
She gasps slightly but barely flinches; Mom is much tougher than I ever realized. “You’re right, Andy, they don’t,” she agrees with him, attempting to gain his trust. “But, you don’t really believe we stole Dana, do you?” she asks, taking a couple tentative steps forward.
“As soon as she left me, you two pounced on her!” he shouts accusingly.
Mom nods. “I know it seems that way,” she starts. “But, sweetie, that’s now how it happened.”
“Bullshit,” he argues.
“Why don’t you let me tell you how it happened?” she suggests.
He looks from her to Dad; I’m amazed at how calm Dad is remaining while Andy has a gun pointed at his wife, has his kids scared to death and has Dana in a chokehold still. That’s when I notice she’s struggling to breathe. Her eyes lock on Dad desperately.
“I promise, it’s a pretty sexy story,” Mom says, trying to persuade him.
For a second Andy looks down at Dana and then at Amanda again, as if to imagine the two of them making love. I can’t deny I briefly imagine it as well. Aunt Dana is hot, and Mom’s very attractive too. Andy nods and waves the gun slightly to tell Mom to go on with the story.
“You see, after everything went down between you two, and I won’t pretend her account is the most accurate,” she says to gain his trust a little more, “she called me crying when she kicked you out. Jeff doesn’t even know about this yet,” she says and looks at Dad apologetically. He nods at her to continue, so she does. “I went to comfort her and assure her everything will work out,” she explains, taking a few slow steps closer to him, but he barely notices as he’s becoming wrapped up in her story already. “She cuddled up in my arms and once she calmed down from her hysteric crying, she kissed me. I was shocked at first, right Dana?” she says and Dana nods quickly, causing Andy to look down at her briefly; when he looks up again, Mom is only a foot away from him. She’s smooth.
Andy points the gun at her with a wordless warning not to come any closer. Mom raises her hands again and shakes her head. “Relax, Andy, I just want to make you feel as good as I made her feel that night,” she says.
His eyes narrow as his eyebrows knit together into one, thick brow. “Bullshit,” he says.
“No, it’s not fair that you’re the only one who isn’t getting what he wants,” she says, playing to his ego.
My mother is a genius. I remain in the room with Tina, though my protective side is urging me to attack Andy. I know that will just get someone killed, though, and I don’t want to risk hurting either of these women I care about. I look at my dad and know he’s thinking the same thing; we’re more alike than either of us realizes, I think.
“You’re right,” Andy agrees and then looks at Dad. “Are you prepared for what your wife is going to do for me?” he asks with a taunting grin.
I know Dad is fighting every urge to attack him. “No, but what choice do I have? You have the gun, Andy,” he says, building up his confidence.
“That’s right, I DO have the gun. And you know what? I could shoot you right now,” he says, aiming at Dad.
“Not if you want me,” Mom says standing between Dad and Andy.
Dad steps forward but Mom reaches her hand back to stop him without looking at him. Andy looks from Amanda to Dad a few times before seeming to make up his mind.
“What’s to stop me from shooting your husband and fucking you anyway?” he asks her.
“I won’t be as willing if you kill him. I’m willing to do whatever you want as long as no one gets hurt. If you kill them, you’ll be raping me, and I know you won’t enjoy that as much as a willing partner,” she reasons with him.
“Willing, huh?” he asks.
“What does this tell you?” she asks and pulls the shoulder straps of her pink tank top down and peels the tight cotton top down her chest to reveal her tits to him. I find myself wondering what they look like, but then scold myself for the thought. It’s bad enough I’m fucking my sister; no way do I want to include my mother in this!
His eyes are glued to Mom’s breasts; Dad tries to take a step forward but Andy pulls the hammer back with his thumb. “I’m not too distracted to shoot you, Jeff,” he warns and Dad takes a step back again. casino siteleri “That’s better. Now, you’re willing to let me fuck you so long as no one gets hurt?” he repeats what she told him.
“I won’t lie to you, Andy. I care about my friends and family so much, I’d do anything for them,” she says.
“Including fucking me?” he confirms with her; he seems to be stuck on that one detail.
“Let’s just say I’m lucky you’re a good-looking guy,” she says to convince him.
He grins and then nods. “Okay, let’s do this then. After you Jeff, you and Dana are going to watch me make your woman scream,” he says and then points at their room with the gun. “Walk,” he demands and Dad complies with his hands raised. He glances down at Tina’s room out of the corner of his eye and sees the door open a crack and a single eye from each of us watching. He ignores us as much as possible so Andy doesn’t notice us watching and continues into his room.
“Dana, why don’t you bring the children in to see what a slut their mother is?” Andy commands, finally letting her go. “Maybe I’ll get a piece of that daughter of yours, Jeff,” he says.
I clench my fist angrily as they disappear into Mom and Dad’s room. We can still hear them talking, though, as the door hasn’t shut. Andy leaves it wide open like an idiot. But, then again, that’ll make it harder for me to sneak by.
“Yeah, I think I will fuck your daughter too, she’s eighteen now, right? A spittin’ image of her mother, too. Man, just the thought of fucking mother and daughter is turning me on,” he continues to taunt.
“Jeff,” Mom says softly. “You won’t even think of my daughter once I’m through with you,” she says seductively, which shuts him right up. “You’re going to be so beyond satisfied, your dick won’t be able to rise for days,” she promises.
“Okay, I have a plan,” I tell Tina, shutting her door. She hands me my T-shirt and I pull it on over my head.
“Tim, don’t do anything. You’ll just get everybody killed,” she pleads with me.
I shake my head. “I have to do something, Tina. He’s crazy! Plus, Mom will keep him good and distracted while I get a weapon in there to them,” I tell her.
“What? A weapon? Tim, what are you talking about?”
“I’ll sneak down to the kitchen and get a knife. When Andy’s completely distracted by Mom, because I’m sure she’ll go through with anything to keep him from killing us, I’ll sneak into their room, drop the knife on the ground for them to try and get to while I hide in the bathroom.”
Tina shakes her head at me. “You’re insane if you think that’ll work.”
I kiss her and then say, “Just call the cops, okay?”
“Tim, no!” she tries to stop me from walking out the door.
I open it slightly and then slip out of the room. I then sneak down the hall to Aunt Dana’s room. I wait in her doorway to make sure Andy doesn’t pop back into the hallway unexpectedly, but by the conversation going on in there, I know he’s too wrapped up in Mom to notice anything.
I make it to the stairs and descend down them in utter silence. I look over my shoulder to see Mom tying Dad and Aunt Dana up and then sitting them down on their bench thing that overlooks the side of the house. Aunt Dana drops her head on Dad’s shoulder, crying into his sleeve. Once their room is out of sight, I rush into the kitchen and grab a steak knife; it’s small enough for Mom to sneak into her shorts to, hopefully, cut Andy’s balls off. I clench the hard, plastic handle in my hand tightly as I make my way back up the stairs. When I reach their bedroom door, I peak inside to see Mom sucking on Andy’s dick. Anger boils in my blood and I fight the urge to rush in and cut his cock right off his body.
Dad catches my eye and notices the knife at my side. I watch Andy and as soon as his head falls back in ecstasy, I slip silently into the room and pull the door to their closet area shut enough to hide me. I still have the knife in my hand but I catch Aunt Dana’s eye. She nods at me and looks at a spot on the floor. I nod as well and drop to my knees.
“Let me fuck your tits,” Andy says, which is what I was waiting for. His voice covers the noise of the knife hitting the carpeted floor a couple feet in front of Dad and Aunt Dana.
When Mom wraps her tits around Andy’s tiny cock, Aunt Dana falls to the floor, faking a faint.
“What the fuck? What’s going on?” Andy asks angrily.
“I don’t know, she just fell over,” Dad says. “I’d help her up, but I’m a little tied up at the moment.”
“I’ll be right back,” Mom promises. “Why don’t you get comfortable on the bed?”
He hesitates but does what she suggests, taking his salmon colored polo shirt off on the way. Mom walks around the bed, kneels at Dana’s side and then helps her to her feet. She takes the knife from Aunt Dana as she sits her down next to Dad. As she walks towards the bed, I see her stick the steak knife into the back of her white shorts before removing her tank top fully. She crawls between bahis siteleri Andy’s legs and takes his dick into her mouth again. He still has the gun in his hand but he holds it lazily at his side as Mom blows him. When his head falls back against the headboard, she moves with the reflexes of a cat.
She pulls the knife from her shorts and holds it against his hard cock. “Drop the fucking gun you son of a bitch!” she shouts at him. He drops it onto the carpeted floor without thinking and it discharges, sending a bullet into the door of the bathroom where I’m hiding. I drop to the floor and then scramble into the bathroom. Tina almost beats Dad into the room, but he shoves the door, which is already open a crack, and stumbles into the room. I’m on the floor, but I haven’t been shot. I’m just too scared to get up again.
“Tim!” he shouts.
I force myself to stand up quickly and he looks me over; there aren’t any wounds on my body. He falls to his knees, breathing heavily. Tina hugs me tightly but I peel myself away from her after a few seconds and then drop to my knees in front of Dad to untie his hands. As soon as they’re free he pulls me into a tight embrace; Tina joins us, crying more than either of us.
“You two stay here,” Dad says and then forces himself to stand.
When he opens the door we find Mom still holding the sharp knife to Andy’s cock; she has him under control so Dad hurries to Aunt Dana’s side and unties her hands. Her arms wrap around his neck in a quick second as she sobs heavily. Dad pulls free when she begins to calm down and turns toward Andy. His eyes have barely blinked since Mom pulled her move on him.
“Drop the weapon!” someone shouts from the doorway.
We all face the source of the sound to find the two detectives from the other day standing there with their guns drawn. Mom tosses the knife away and stands with her hands raised. They rush the bed and force Andy onto his stomach to cuff him. Once he’s restrained, they help him put pants on before escorting him out of the house.
The muscular, black detective hands Mom her pink tank top and she quickly covers herself.
“Are you okay?” the detective asks them.
“I’m just glad you two made it here so quickly,” Dad says.
“Well, when the two uniforms we had outside your house failed to check in an hour ago, we got suspicious. Shortly after, we decided to check on things ourselves. Then we got a call that your daughter had dialed nine-one-one and said that her parents were being held hostage. I wasn’t expecting to see you, ma’am, holding him by the balls…literally,” he chuckles, trying to make light of the situation.
“My family was in danger, what else was I to do? I was stalling until you guys got here. My son decided to try and be a hero and got a weapon. He tossed it into the room, Dana pretended to faint and fell on top of it before Andy could see it. When I helped her up, I slipped the knife into my shorts and then when he least expected it, since his cock was in my mouth, I pulled it on him, holding it right to his shaft,” she explains. The detective looks shocked by the language she’s using to describe the situation, but he doesn’t stop her either. “As soon as I heard your voice, I threw the knife away to show that I had no intentions of hurting him unless he tried something. Honestly, I’m glad you showed up when you did or else I’d be in trouble for castration.”
The detective shakes his head. “You did what you had to; I’d attest to that. You would have gotten off on self-defense easily. The good news is we finally have him in custody; he won’t be bothering you again.”
“Thank you, Detective,” Dad says and stretches his hand out to him.
He grips Dad’s hand firmly, nods to Dana and then Mom then turns to leave. He hesitates slightly when he sees me and Tina come out of the bathroom. He dips his head to us as well and then leaves the house. A little while later, an official statement is taken from us from a uniformed officer. An hour after that, the house is finally silent.
We sit in complete silence in the living room. The five of us are hardly able to look at each other.
“I need a drink,” Dad says finally breaking the silence. “Anybody else want something?” he offers.
“I’ll take a rum and coke,” Mom says. “I need something stronger than wine.”
“Me too,” Aunt Dana agrees.
Dad looks at us. “You guys? After tonight, I’m okay with you two having a drink to calm your nerves.”
I look at Tina and she nods. “I’ll have whatever Mom is having.”
“I’ll just have a beer, if that’s okay?” I ask.
He nods and returns a few minutes later after making all the drinks and bringing a couple bottles of beer out.
“Don’t get used to this,” he says, though I know he assumes we’ve had alcohol at parties before, but he doesn’t say anything about that now.
We sip our drinks and then the first question is asked and it comes from Tina.
“Why did Uncle Andy do what he did?” she asks.
“I don’t think you have to call him Uncle Andy anymore,” Dad tells her.
She shrugs. “It’s what I’m used to calling him,” she says, which is fair, but I can’t call him that anymore. After the shit he pulled, there’s no chance I could ever consider him family again.
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