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I go into the bathroom, softly closing the door behind me and switching on the light. Deciding that it's just too gross not to flush the toilet even though it might wake Mom I do it. I go over to the sink and wash my hands. As I'm lathering up with soap to scrub my face, the bathroom door opens abruptly. It's Mom, dressed only in a red corset and panties. She slips into the bathroom, closing the door behind her softly. She is livid.
“What the hell are you doing home?” she whispers loudly. “Why aren’t you with Laurie?”
“I’m sorry,” I stammer. “I just didn’t feel well and I left the Video Palace to walk home.”
“Does Mona know you did this?”
“Yeah,” I lie, “she wanted to drive me but I told her I needed the air.” I can tell that Mom doesn’t believe me. She glares at me.
“Look,” I say, “I’m sorry. I can fill you in on it tomorrow. I'm just getting ready to go to bed.”
“Forget all of that, just get down to your room now and get to bed,” she hisses.
I’m not about to argue with her. She's definitely pissed. As I pass her open bedroom door I hear a man’s voice call out.
“Maggie, what the hell's going on out there?”
“Nothing sugar,” she croons, “just my sissy coming home earlier than expected.”
“Well get your tight little ass back to bed,” he orders. “Or have Sissy come in and join us."
A look of pure hatred crosses my mom’s face in that moment. I scurry down the hallway, shutting my door and climbing swiftly beneath my covers. Within a few minutes, I can hear Mom’s bed squeaking in the familiar rhythm, followed by her moans, and skin slapping skin. I drift to sleep much later, having blocked out the noises from the next room by putting my stereo headset on.
I’m not sure how much later it is when I abruptly awaken to the presence of someone else in my room. My first thought is that Mom is ready to lay into me because her date had gotten angry and left. I realize that's not the case when I feel someone kneel down on the bed beside me and breathe whiskey-laden breath into my face. It’s Mom’s boyfriend. I don’t even know his name. He’s new.
My eyes widen in horror. I try to scream. He anticipates my reaction clamping a meaty hand across my mouth tightly.
“Now, now, little sister,” he says thickly. His breath smells like something rotting in a trashcan. “No need for you to start making a fuss, you hear? I just want to spend a little time with you now.” I struggle against him with all of my strength. He does not move his hand from across my mouth. He's strong, pinning my upper body down with his forearm and elbow. His free hand lifts the sheet that's covering my lower extremities, leaving my bare legs up to my silk plum shorts exposed to his lecherous gaze. In the dark, I can only see that he has a thin face. His hair is light, maybe blond or reddish blond. It looks stringy. The rest of his features are indistinguishable with no light in the room with the exception of moonlight sifting through the blinds.
"Oooh, that’s nice.” He pulls my silk shorts down viewing my private area. “I see little sissy has some hair on her pussy.”
I feel like I'm going to suffocate. I squirm and thrash my best while trying to bite his hand.
“Oh shit! You little bitch,” he snarls as I manage to draw blood from his hand with my teeth. I pull my legs up far enough to slam into his chest as he is leaning over me. His fist slams into my face full force. I see stars. My body falls back. I'm disoriented; I can’t move. I'm on the cusp of unconsciousness.
I feel his fingers reach into my into my silk shorts ripping them off of me with one swift motion. I'm paralyzed in fear. I pray to pass out. His rough fingers move to my private area savagely pressing his fingers within the folds, pinching the center so that I jump as if an electrical volt has shocked me.
"That's a clit; yours seems to be working just fine. Your big sister likes it when I lick her clit. Do you want to see how that feels?”
I'm frozen with fear; unable to move. Where the hell is my mom? I close my eyes, deciding to play possum. I feel warm, moist lips on my private area; his tongue slithers in and out of my crack, twirling and circling the area. He puts one of his fingers up inside of me; it hurts. He is running it in and out, in and out. His fingernail scratches me. I whimper in pain. He mistakes it for pleasure.
“I see you like it when I finger fuck you, little sissy,” he laughs. “This makes your big sister hoot and holler. I’m guessing you ain’t had this done before.”
I'm sick and nauseated. I can only guess what horrible thing he is planning next. It’s not long before I figure it out. He takes one of my hands and wraps it around his erection.
“Squeeze this gently,” he instructs. “This is what a cock feels like, little sissy. Your big sister likes the feel of this cock in her pussy. How about you? I’m betting you’re a bit tighter than your sister,” he mocks. I nearly vomit all over him, I'm sick with fright. From somewhere in the depths of my being, I find the strength and power to draw my knee up with all of the force I can muster and plant it firmly into his crotch and abdomen.
“Holy fucking son-of-a-bitch!” he screams, rolling out of my bed, onto the floor of my room. I find my voice and scream bloody murder.
“Mom! Mom!” I scream hysterically, “Help me!”
Mom rushes in, screeching at him.
“You fucking son-of-a-bitch! What'd you do to my girl?” The man on the floor isn't capable of speaking coherently, still writhing in pain. I think I hear him vomit.
“She's not part of our deal, you mother-fucker! This is going to cost you an extra hundred.”
CHAPTER 9
