"That's enough," Jerry said. "Give her her clothes."
Abe laughed and said, "Sure." He tossed Jane the white teeshirt and she stood up.
"This isn't my shirt," she said. "This is Tim's."
"Tim? Who is Tim?" Abe asked.
"My bro… " She stopped. Tim was still out, he was their last chance of getting help.
"Brother?" Abe asked. "Put the teeshirt on, let's see if he's a big brother or a little brother."
Jane cursed silently at herself for slipping up. It was stupid. Her arms lifted up and she pulled the shirt down over her jostling breasts. Tim wasn't very big for his age, especially in the chest. The white cotton of the shirt stretched tight across her full-blown tits. Each nipple was a thick bump at the end of each pressing mound of softness.
Worst of all, the shirt was too short. It had shrunk in the wash and only came down to an inch above her pubic hair. It was obscene; Jane felt dirtier than when she had been made to squat and spread open her vagina.
"Little brother, huh?" Abe mumbled. Then he took the jeans in his hands, he made a fist around each leg and suddenly jerked. The crotch of the pants split open, then with another powerful tug he tore them into two pieces.
"Hey!" Jane cried.
"What are you doing?" Jerry asked.
Abe tossed the destroyed pants to the floor. "Don't be stupid!" he snapped at Jerry. "We let her get dressed and she'll be able to run away. Keep her bare-assed and she won't dare go outside! Some bear might fuck her!"
Jane reached down and grabbed up her bikini but Abe lunged forward and ripped it from her hands, "Not this either! I want your cunt hanging out until we leave! Get it!"
"You sonofabitch!" she hissed.
"Wait a minute, Abe…" Jerry protested while standing.
Abe whipped around, violence flashed in his eyes. "Don't stick up for her, you idiot! Fuck her! Take your turn so I can have mine! Screw her right now or I'm forgetting about you going first!"
"Dammit!" Jerry snarled.
The door opened and Timothy stepped inside.
He stopped cold when he saw the two strange men, then his eyes took in the exposed legs, hips, crotch and cunt of Jane. She tried to cover herself with her hands in embarrassment. He looked away, his mouth fell open. "Uh, what's going on!" he stammered.
"Get away!" Jane screeched. "Run, run for the police!"
Jerry caught Tim by the arm as he tried to run back through the door and jerked him roughly inside. Tim swung his fist furiously but Jerry ducked and came back with a fist into his stomach. Timothy grunted, stumbled back, and fell to the floor.
"Look what you've done!" Jane cried. "You hurt him!"
"He's not hurt," Abe drawled as he closed the door. "Get the little punk on the couch."
Tim had only had the wind knocked out of him, but as he revived he saw- and understood everything. Jane stood over him as he was laid on the couch by the two men, stroking his forehead, whispering to him, "Tim? Tim? Are you all right?"
Tim's eyes opened and gazed into the totally bare beauty of his sister's pussy. It was right next to his head, just above his eyes, right there where he could stare deep into its mysterious, and beckoning, beauty.
Chapter 5
"Where's mom?" Tim asked.
Jane sat down on the sofa next to him and said? "She's in the bedroom. They won't let me in to see her." "Why not?" he hysterically asked while sitting up. He looked at the younger of the two men and yelled, "What have you done to my mother!"
Jerry went to his chair and sat. "She's all right." His eyes moved down to hungrily gaze at the round meat of Jane's ass.
"They raped her," Jane said.
"What?" Tim screamed. He sat up, hatred glared in his eyes as he tried to stand.
"Get back down!" Abe bellowed.
But Tim didn't listen. He lurched to his feet and ran for the bedroom door. Abe's big hand grabbed him by the back of the neck and tossed the youngster against the wall. "Dammit! You're not going to listen, are you?"
"You asshole! You fucking bastard!" Tim screamed.
"Get something to tie this little jerk up with," Abe said to Jerry. "He doesn't have enough brains to know when to shut his damned mouth."
Jerry took a knife from the kitchen and cut the cords off the front window blinds. He tossed them to Abe. Tim made one last futile effort to get away by jumping sideways and dashing for the door. But Abe had locked it on the inside and by the time Tim figured that out he felt the heavy body of the man against him.
"Get away from me!" Tim yelled.
Abe's thick stomach and strong arms collapsed around Tim as he whispered, "Yeah, I fucked your mother, kid. And if you don't wise up I'll shove inside you too!"
Tim's face went white and he felt the cord looping around his neck. The stiff cock of Abe speared into the butt of Tim to emphasize the seriousness of his words. Abe put Tim into a kitchen chair and tied his arms back and his ankles down to the chair legs. Tears came from Tim's eyes, tears of frustration and guilt.
He had been out fooling around in the woods fantasizing about some couple he had seen fucking yesterday in a boat, while his mother and sister were attacked by these two beasts. Where was he when they needed him? Fantasizing, dreaming, wishing he was inside some young woman who hadn't even known he was watching, peeking, being just as obscene as these two men.
Jane shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. She felt cold, naked, helpless. Now they had Tim, every hope was gone. Her father would be gone for days, her mother was suffering in the bedroom, Tim was tied up, someone had to do something. Her eyes lit on the bikini, the one Abe had taken from her, now sitting discarded and unwatched on the kitchen table.
Tim saw Jane approaching through his tear-streaked eyes and turned his head. All he could focus on was her bareness, the ripe nudity of her crotch and legs and ass. When he looked up her nipples seemed to reach out through the shirt at him… she was his sister, It was wrong to stare at his sister's nude body.
But Jerry had no problem with his sight. He watched the husky lift and fall of her rump, the way the breasts managed to roll inside the tight shirt, the way her waist was narrow enough to leave loose fabric around her midsection even in such a shrunken top. He saw her reach for the bikini cautiously as Abe busied himself tying Timothy to the chair. He had a good idea what she was up to and decided to let her continue for a while.
Jane slowly moved back to the couch and waited until Jerry looked over at Abe and Tim. Then she dropped the bikini bottoms on the floor and worked her feet inside. Jerry looked back at her, she stopped moving, buried her face in her hands like she was crying and hysterical. Through her fingers she watched him until he looked back at Abe.
Jane pulled the bottoms up fast. Fast enough to get them around her ass before he looked back. She didn't move. Jerry pretended not to see the brilliant red of the suit covering the stark white of her hips and ass. He looked away. Jane leaped for the door and fumbled the lock open.
Abe's head jerked up. "Hey! She's getting out!" he hollered at Jerry.
Jerry watched her tear open the door and dash through. Then he went after her. Perfect… perfect… he said to himself. He wanted her outside, to himself, away from the wisecracks and disgusting comments of Abe. Jerry wanted to guarantee they'd be alone when he plunged into the delights of her healthy young body and ripe snatch.
Jane ran down the trail as fast as her bare feet would take her. The sun was low, the afternoon was turning to evening. A limber tree branch slapped at her face as she frantically scrambled toward the dirt road leading to the town. She heard him behind her, heard the crunching leaves and heavy footsteps, Jane plunged into the underbrush and felt the twigs, vines, leaves tearing at her in an attempt to hold her back.