Congenital 3: Control
Unwelcome
Jonah felt his insides being pounded into pulp as his uncle rammed cock in and out of his rectum. His ass was transformed into a well of pain, below of which he could not feel his feet. He had long since passed the limits of his endurance and wailed mindlessly, hoping that if this was fatal, it would kill him now. At last, the organ stopped moving inside him and uncle told him to keep his sperm in. He doubted if he had any control of his butt hole anymore. The hard intruder poked painfully deep inside him once more, then pulled abruptly out. It felt like it took most of his inner organs with it, replacing them with a sense of diarrhea.
He suspected his sphincter could not hold anything in and tried to keep his butt high up. Covered in sweat, maintaining this shameful pose, all he could do was cry.
Suddenly a loud bang shook the room. He turned around and saw uncle Tim drop down on the floor like all his muscles were turned to jelly. The room smelled of gun smoke. Grandpa stood in the doorway with a pistol. Jonah had tried to wake the old man up while going to the toilet but thought he had gone back to sleep when he did not show up earlier. Through ringing in his ears, he heard Judy say something. His own voice sounded like it came from far away.
“Did you need to wait so long?”
Grandpa walked in and said something that he could not quite hear, pointing a mean snarl at him. He poked Uncle Tim with his foot and crouched to feel the man´s neck, keeping the gun pointed to his head. Satisfied that he was dead, he looked at Jonah.
“Go wash yourself, you smell of sodomy.”
“But grandpa, we need the proof to the police.”
“There will be no police here. You wash, I´ll get rid of the corpse.”
“But dad…”
“Let him rot in there. I don´t know which of them did what, but they´re all scum… what´s that in his ear? Is there a phone…”
Grandpa picked something from Uncle Tim´s ear and started going through his pockets. Jonah felt like crying again. His butt hole was shut tight, he needed to secure the evidence to free daddy. He did not have any plan on how to do it, but everything that he had let uncle do to him, it couldn´t be for nothing.
Judy came to him. He looked at her red eyes and wet, swollen face, and they hugged. She whispered: “Hold on.”
They turned to look. This was the first dead body they had seen. He had been such an invincible evil force, now he looked small as Grandpa started to roll him inside the carpet. Grandma came in and helped him.
“Judy, bring those bedsheets here. And you, to the bathroom.”
Judy saw Jonah walk out of the room taking only small steps, clenching his buttocks tight. The key to get daddy out was still inside him. His clothes were also added to the bundle inside the carpet. Grandma found a telephone in one of the pockets and gave it to grandpa. He pocketed it, saw Judy´s phone in a charger and got that too.
She started examining the bedclothes. If there were a glob of sperm there, she could smudge her sleeve with it. Make up a story for the police. Grandma came and dragged the linen off.
They managed to roll some duct tape around the package. It took the strength of all the three to drag it out and onto granddad´s pickup. It felt weird to move the carpet roll, knowing what was in it. Watching the taillights disappear, she felt grandma´s hand on her shoulder.
“We will raise you right, Judy. Like the daughter that was taken from us.”
Judy felt herself turn to stone from the touch. She had been raised right already by daddy – surely better than whatever these freaks had in mind. And Jonah was not mentioned at all.
When the car was away, Grandma took Judy to the bathroom. Jonah stood there with blank eyes, covering his groin with hands when they entered. Grandma commanded him to sit on the toilet seat and started preparing water for cleaning the floors. Jonah looked anxiously at Judy; he could not hold much longer.
Judy wanted to scream. Everything would be lost any second now and it was all because these people were so mean. They would find some excuse to send Jonah away. Dad would be gone for many years, and she would never be allowed to meet him. Full of anger and frustration, she pushed Grandma´s back as hard as she could. Simultaneously Jonah straightened his feet, tripping the old woman and she crashed face first against the shower wall. Jonah got up and kicked her side but stopped scared. Judy saw some fluid run down his inner thigh and ran away as he kneeled on top of the old woman´s shoulders.
Now was their chance to go to the police. The house was pretty far from the town center, she was not sure if Jonah could make it. And there was no way to know how long grandpa would be away. Jonah needed clothes, maybe swimming trunks to keep the stuff inside. But first grandma, she would not be incapacitated for long. So much to do, while her panicky brain seemed unable to make a single decision. She forced herself to stop and breathe deep.
Judy knew what to do. She returned with the duct tape and, making sure grandma did not see her, taped her hands together behind her back. Jonah took the roll of tape and rolled it over her mouth and round her head, covering her ears and finished by pulling an empty bucket over her head. Having done that, he stopped astonished when he saw Judy pull grandma´s pants off.
Judy noticed the disturbance in their seamless co-operation. It did not matter, the most urgent stuff was already done. She beckoned Jonah closer and scooped some of the slimy stuff from his thigh. She tried to smear it between grandma´s legs, but she started kicking and squirming. Jonah woke back into action, pulling the old woman´s leg wide and taping it to the floor. Duct tape did not stick very well to the bathroom tiles but there was a lot of it, enough to secure her both legs.
Judy examined the now exposed crotch. It was hairy and smelled of sweat and urine, and it was hard to get her cum-soaked finger in. She needed more of the stuff. She got Jonah to understand what she wanted with gestures, even though he had no idea of her plan. He crouched on top of grandma´s butt and tried to push the stuff out. With a sound of wet fart, some shot out but missed the target and hit the floor. Judy waved her finger frantically to make him stop.
Jonah felt her sister´s lips around his butt hole. He knew she had some plan, but there was no way he would fart into her mouth. He concentrated once more to hold it inside, but that seemed to just make his stomach churn and add pressure to his rectum. He tried to move away, but her hands grabbed his thighs. He felt suction pull his anus and the new sensation released a convulsion inside, discharging a spray of matter into her mouth. Finally free from her hands, he dashed to the toilet seat and relieved himself.
He saw Judy bury her mouth between grandma´s legs. Soon she stood a little unsteadily up, looking green in the face. He went to help her. Her breath smelled vile as she whispered:
“You must fuck her.”
He looked down at the rear end of the old woman. Slime oozed out of the hole of her sloppy cunt. He knew it was the stuff that had been inside his shit hole. He looked down. He couldn´t remember seeing his dick this small.
Judy´s gentle fingers closed his eyes. He felt her take hold of his hand and pull it somewhere warm. His knuckles brushed the fabric of some cloth, and his palm was against smooth skin. When his thump sank into belly button, he knew that he was feeling his sister´s tummy. His hand was directed upwards to meet with small mounds and little bumps. Half of him wanted to yank his hand off, this was not right between them. Rest of him was fascinated, this was so much better than when he tried to grope Amy with his friends. That had been exciting but fast, now he was welcome to explore. He felt something stirring alive between his legs.
Judy moved his hand under her arm to her back and pressed her body tight against him. When his fingertips were inside her waistline, his hand was released. Then he felt the pants fall down and followed them. Contours of her butt were the most beautiful, yet exciting thing he had ever touched. He added his other hand on her bum, cupping both her buttocks. His dick grew long and got trapped between their groins. Thinking of where it was poking made him both terrified and horny.
She stepped a little back and took his penis into her hand. She examined it with her fingers, making it rock hard in the process, and wrapped her hand around it. Feeling it enveloped by her warm skin, he jerked his hips involuntary. Judy felt the hard rod move, while the soft exterior was still in her grip. She tried holding a little harder and moving her hand up and down.
Jonah forgot where they were. He was lost in the pleasure given to him and the soft, round forms he was mapping with his hands. Slipping his fingers ahead he followed the bottom of the maddening groove. He knew that going down he would meet her butt hole but did not find the thought very appealing after the way he had been exploited tonight. Even further would be her girlhood, which had also been abused. He returned to fondling her buttocks.
They heard a car driving on the gravel of the front yard. Judy pulled him forward and down by his dick. He felt something wet on his tip, then she pushed his butt forward and he lost his balance. His hands met what he understood was his grandma´s back, and his dick was enveloped with warm, slippery flesh. He kept his eyes closed and started moving his hips.
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Judy spied Grandpa come in and put something on top of a clothes rack. That must have been the pistol. She was glad that he did not keep it with him, and it was good to know where it was. If everything went the worst way, she would be the first one to get it. When he was well inside, Judy dashed to him.
“Grandpa! Come quick, Jonah is hurting Grandma!”
She led him to the bathroom, hoping that Jonah could keep the act up. Grandpa stopped on his tracks when he saw Jonah´s naked butt push forward as he pounded the old woman taped to the floor. When he finally believed his eyes, he stepped forward, shouting “Motherfucker”, grabbed the boy´s hair and yanked him off his wife. Jonah flew back first against a wall, his hard dick still pointing out. Grandpa hit him in the face, grimacing as his fist met the boy´s forehead.
Judy freed Grandma as fast as she could. Listening to Jonah´s beating, she pulled the duct tape off her limbs and got rid of the bucket over the woman´s head. She tore the tape mercilessly away from the woman´s face, praying grandma would react like she had predicted. If not, she would need the gun to save her brother.
The old woman turned slowly to sit leaning to the shower wall. She looked at her husband kicking the boy in the ribs. She whispered:
“Stop.”
The man did not hear her. She gathered more air into her lungs and tried to shout.
“Darling! Don´t leave any marks on him.”
Grandpa stopped to look at her.
“Call the police and social workers. Now we will get rid of him.”
Waiting for the police to arrive, grandpa wanted to make sure that Jonah had washed himself. Judy held grandma´s hand and hugged her while they watched him spray the boy´s body with the shower head. Judy seemed heartbreakingly worried for her grandma. Jonah looked at her baffled.
“So you, boy, no use trying to tell them tales. You are so young they can´t really punish you, but we don´t want to see your face here no more. And you, Judy, you know what you will say?”
Grandma hugged Judy.
“Judy is our good little girl. We can trust her.”
There was a buzz from the door. Granddad went to meet the police. Two officers, a man and a woman, followed him to the bathroom.
“Here´s where it happened. When I came in, he was raping my wife. I could not believe my eyes.”
“Madam, we will take you to the doctor right away. Can you make a statement?”
Grandma looked like she did not have strength for words. She started to get up with Judy supporting her.
“There was a man here. Jonah came to use the shower and Grandma was tied to the floor and the man hurt her. And it looked like daddy!”
Grandma froze. Granddad grunted angrily.
“Stop lying. That´s not how it happened!”
“I heard Jonah scream and I came and that man had his thing in grandma´s private part.”
Judy spoke in a small voice, looking down on the floor. The female police took a towel and wrapped it around still naked Jonah. Granddad´s voice was angry.
“She´s lying. It was the boy!”
“The investigators will sort that, mister. We will take Mrs. Holden to the doctor now.”
“And the children will see a trauma counselor. Where can we find clothes for the boy?”
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It was not a happy house they returned to. The guest room that had been Judy´s, was left empty for “real guests who value hospitality”. They were both taken to the walk-in closet, where there were two mattresses on the floor and a chair.
“You two will stay here until you return to your own home. You, boy, off with your pants and kneel over that chair. The girl can watch you being punished.”
The twins exchanged looks. Their ordeal did not seem to be over. But now dad was to be back, so they would try to endure.
Jonah took off his pants and since there was no other place, went to drape them on the back of the chair. He was just about to remove his underpants when grandpa came and pushed him impatiently on the chair. He had a ping pong paddle that he used to spank the boy. It resulted on loud smacks, and it hurt. Jonah´s eyes watered but still this was just physical pain. He would take everything the old man could deliver. Soon he was out of breath between the swats. Jonah let out a little moan and grandpa decided this was enough.
“Now behave and keep out of my sight!”
Left alone in the tiny room, they laid down on the mattresses. Jonah lied on his side and resisted the urge to rub his stinging backside.
“Did it hurt?”
“Of course it hurt. But this time it was not some weird sicko shit. I´ve been hurt worse in boxing practice.”
“So we can just play along until dad´s back?”
“Sure. I hope they whoop your ass tomorrow.”
“I bet you´d like to see that.”
Jonah did not have an answer to that. He lied down on his belly and turned away to hide his blushing face. Judy got up to turn off the light.
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After school they saw a strange car on the driveway. The twins thought they could maybe benefit from presence of guests. They were no more allowed to use the kitchen outside of meal hours, and even then, they just got to eat whatever was left for them after the grownups. They were constantly hungry. They could not use any of the funds in their accounts without a custodian´s permission. Thankfully Dad had paid for lunches at school cafeteria for the whole school year; something they had previously seldom used, now they devoured all they could at lunch hour.
They made their way straight to the kitchen, where their grandparents were talking to a man with a police badge hanging from his neck. Jonah went for the fridge but was stopped by grandma.
“It´s not dinner time yet. We´ll have a little talk with Captain here before I can get started with that.”
“Mr. Holden, madam, this person we identified, he doesn´t have a history of this kind of felony. Is there anything you would like to add to your testimony?”
The Holdens did not answer. The cop turned to the twins.
“So, children, I know you have talked to our investigators with the people from social services present. But if there is anything you think you should tell, even off the record, just let me know.”
Judy looked at grandpa, then went to the fridge to make two very large sandwiches.
“You mean clues, like gunshots and such?”
“It does not need to be anything so obvious. Just, for instance, if you have any idea, where the perpetrator would have gone from here, or what kind of car he drives, you know, everything can be useful.”
“No, I´m sorry.”
She gave one of the sandwiches to Jonah and took a bite of hers. Realizing that there could be a punishment after the cop had left, she pocketed a packet of beef jerky to make it worth a spanking.
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A couple of days later there was another visitor. It was late evening, and Judy tried to read her novel. Jonah kept irritating her. That´s what they had for entertainment now, while grandparents watched tv in the living room. They heard raised voices but could not make out what was being said. Jonah went to investigate, Judy staid with her book.
In the living room there was a big man. He was not exactly athletic, more like a powerful physical worker. He stood very calmly in front of grandma and grandfather, who had risen from their sofa and looked agitated. When Jonah entered the room, he suddenly hit grandma in the face. She fell to the floor, her shoulders hitting the couch. Jonah knew from his martial arts training that the punch had a lot of weight behind it. If there had not been anything behind grandma, she would have hit the back of her head very hard on the floor.
Jonah let out a surprised shout. Grandpa and the stranger turned to look at him.
“There´s nothing more I can tell you. Except he hurt the children. He attacked them and then he left, I don´t know where.”
The strange man looked around the room. He did not show any emotions.
“That´s not enough.”
“I don´t know anything more of the man!”
The strangely empty stare locked on Jonah. He moved quickly to a corner. He saw Judy appear at the doorway and panicked. He wanted to warn her of this new danger, but not draw attention on her. She disappeared. The man took hold of the television on a small table and pulled it down. The table toppled and the tv fell on top of grandma. It was a flat screen, relatively light, but next to it a heavy flowerpot dropped on grandma´s ankle. She screamed in pain. The man looked around one more time and walked away.
The twins ran to help grandma. They did not like her, but there was no need to hurt her like that. They got the tv off her, it was still on and there were colors of rainbow where the panel had been broken. She did not endure any touching to her ankle. Grandpa left to take her to a doctor. The kids made themselves some evening snack.
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Next day when they got out of school, they saw the man again. The twins had no hurry home, there was nothing there for them, but without money the town offered very little. Everything that had happened had alienated them from their friends, now they usually just hung out together to pass the time until dinner.
Most of the others left in school buses. When the last of them drove off, Jonah spotted him looking straight at them. He grabbed Judy´s hand and started running the opposite direction. She did not know what was up but kept up with him and glanced back. Seeing the psycho from yesterday running behind them and no one else in sight, she picked up pace and tried to head for busier streets.
They were both quite fit. Jonah had tried most martial arts clubs in town and Judy used to dance twice a week before moving to grandparents. They could outrun the man. Still it was a relief to see a patrol car ahead. They got the cop´s attention by running straight at him in the middle of the street. They recognized he was the captain that visited yesterday as he got out and opened the back door for them. They ran into the backseat, he slammed it shut and got in to start the engine.
To the twin´s surprise, the car stayed stationary. They watched with growing unease as the man jogged closer. Jonah tried to make sure the door was locked but found out that there were no handles inside the backseat of a squad car. The man reached them but did not even pay attention to the kids. He got to the passenger seat and the cop drove off.
Being held
They drove about an hour away from the town to a small farm. There was a mansion with large porch, but they passed it and stopped by a smaller house. The man in the passenger seat walked to open the door. The cop let the twins out of the car and walked them to the trunk. Inside there was a mini fridge and two big water bottles.
“Ok. Girl takes the fridge, and you, the bottles. Now in you go.”
Inside it looked like a skiing cabin. There was a fireplace, some firewood right by it and an axe, and a kitchen in a corner. Jonah spotted many possible weapons, but the man kept close, and it seemed to him that he could not even get his hands free before he would be stopped. They heard the cop drive away as they were ushered though a sturdy wooden door into one of two bedrooms.
“This is yours. Toilet´s behind that door. Water´s good but it tastes better from the bottle. I´m Victor. I´ll bring some sandwiches soon. Keep them in the fridge and give me a shout when you run out.”
They heard the door lock after him. Dropping their burden, they looked around. Metal bars outside the window. Two beds, a small table, bathroom with small shower. Better than their previous accommodation. Jonah located an ac outlet and connected the fridge.
Sound of the lock turned their attention to the door. Victor came in with a tray of sandwiches. He put them on the table and left telling them that dinner would be served in two hours. Jonah took one for each of them and stacked rest of the food into the fridge. It got almost full.
“So, what is this all about?”
“They want to keep us fed and clean. This could be some kind of pedo rape brothel, or something about uncle Tim.”
“Yeah, that same guy asked about him. But uncle was into pedo rape himself.”
They sat and ate their sandwiches. The situation did not look good. Another worrying thought hit Judy.
“Whatever it is, they let us see them. I mean we could identify Victor. And that cop.”
“If they let us go.”
“We must escape. Dad told me they call it Steve McQueening in prison, when I talked with him on the phone.”
“Like Lightning McQueen? Why´s that?”
“I think it´s some actor from hundred years back. Maybe he escaped in some movie.”
“Well, we would need to McQueen through that door. And maybe through Victor.”
“In the books they open locks like that with a piece of paper. You know, the keyhole goes right through, and they push the key, so it drops on a paper they slide under the door, and then they just pull it to this side.”
“Perhaps Victor has read those books too, cause there´s no key here. And don´t they have thresholds under the doors like this one has?”
The door opened outward, so hinges were out of their reach too. So far, their only way out was when the door was opened by Victor. They decided to pay attention when he came in, see if there would be a chance to surprise him.
“If we attack together, maybe we could lock him in this room.”
“I don´t think so. We don´t have a chance against him. And you don´t even know how to hit.”
“What do you mean, I´ve hit you a million times.”
“Yeah, and did it look like you hurt me?”
Jonah taught Judy how there had to be weight behind the fist and had her practice. She hit the air for a while, then a pillow that Jonah held up.
“Ok. You must practice more, but where do you think it would be best to kick someone?”
“In the face?”
“I know you could reach the head, but you can´t get power behind it so high.”
“The balls then?”
“That´s better if you practice and have a lot of force in your kick. But I would aim even lower. Like knee, preferably the leg he´s standing on.”
“And when he´s on the ground, I can kick his head.”
“Better run away if you can. Let´s spar. Just don´t break my knee even if you have a chance.”
“Ok.”
“Or my balls.”
“All right.”
They took a little distance between each other. Judy moved sideways, trying to find an opening. After a while Jonah stepped forward and slapped her cheek. Judy turned away and covered her face.
“Not like that, sis. I was wide open for a punch or a knee there. You could even use your elbows that close.”
They started again. Jonah did not want to hit Judy again, so he just dodged and parried. She should learn to not get shocked by being hurt or hurting someone. That meant that he should let her land an attack, but it was not easy to suppress his instincts. They ended up sweaty and a little frustrated.
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The dinner was served. Victor brought two plates and a large pot to the table, then left. It was spicy soup, and it tasted surprisingly good. They ate in silence, then Judy looked at the door.
“He took the key with him again.”
“And he checked that he saw us both before entering with the pot.”
“What if we threw hot soup at his face when he comes to get the dishes?”
“Any normal guy, yeah, but let´s not try that with him.”
“He has clearly impressed you. So, no going at him physically.”
Victor opened the door and now Judy too could see how he surveyed the room before coming to get the pot and dishes. She listened to him lock the door, counted to ten and shouted:
“Victor!”
He opened the door.
“Can we please have small bottles for water? Ones that fit in the fridge. It gets warm in the big bottles.”
“I´ll see if I can find something.”
When the door was locked and she judged Victor had put the key wherever he kept it, she called him again. She made sure to look at him straight in the eyes and smile friendly.
“Is it possible to get toothbrushes? And toothpaste?”
“Oh, yes. It was forgotten. You will get them latest in the morning. Is there anything else you need?”
“No. Thank you!”
This time she gave him a little more time. She imagined him putting the key away, sitting down, maybe turning on a tv, then…
“Victor!”
“Do you have any books here? There´s really nothing to spend the time.”
This time he left the key in the lock.
“See? Social engineering.”
“There´s still the threshold. And we need the paper.”
“He will bring us something to read. Shall we practice more? I feel like kicking your ass.”
They moved the table and chairs to the wall and stripped to underwear. Jonah decided he would try to grab Judy and immobilize her. This way he would not be too passive and just defense. He made a quick lunge near her and got punched in the gut. He retreated two steps before allowing himself crouch to recover. Judy dropped her hands and came to his aid. He watched her approach, then slapped her butt as hard as he could.
“You should never let your guard down, when the fight is on.”
“Would you have liked it better if I´d kicked your face?”
“I was ready for it. Let´s make a rule. If you want to stop, step back and say so.”
They started again. Jonah had recovered but kept his crouch and moved a little slower than he could. Judy saw a chance to show off her dancer´s flexibility and aimed a kick at his chest. Jonah dodged it and stepped in under her foot, grabbing her midriff and pushing her backwards beyond her balance point. Just before she hit the floor, he took hold of her shoulder and eased the impact a little.
Jonah ended up on top of Judy´s leg, pushing the other one up to avoid being kicked. He checked her arms, one was underneath her, the other one he pinned to the floor. Their groins rubbed together, only underwear between their private parts. He bounced quickly up and retreated to start over.
Now he could not ignore the effect touching her sister had on him. His concentration shattered, he got some painful hits from Judy´s fists and feet. When he managed to get a hold of her, his nerve-ends burned with contact to her body. The little he was wearing failed to conceal his reaction. Judy stepped back and pointed at his tenting underwear.
“You seem…distracted. Should we pause?”
“I guess. I´m not trying to perv on you, it´s just…all that sick shit lately. After that you´re so fucking awesome.”
Getting no answer from Judy, Jonah decided he probably had said too much. He made his way toward the bathroom. She took his hand.
“Are you going to, you know, take care of it?”
She blushed a little and stopped just about to add “thinking of me.”
“May I see? Just thought, what if something bad happens here, then my only time was with, you know who.”
Jonah looked at her. She did not seem to be teasing him. She was his sister, but the circumstances were not normal. And her touch had felt good even in the middle of their ordeal in grandparent´s house. He went to sit on a bed.
He took his underpants quickly off. It was weird sitting naked in front of her, but that´s what their lives had become, weird. He was still hard, but somehow it was super awkward to start touching himself now. What if she found it silly? Her expression was hard to read, she just stood and looked.
“Well. I just do this. Move the foreskin up and down.”
Judy sat down next to him. She wondered at the purple tip coming out and disappearing again. It was somewhat hypnotizing. Jonah´s dick was strangely beautiful, worlds away from the slime oozing nightmare-fodder that Uncle Tim molested her with. This one was much smaller, smooth and clean.
“Can I try?”
She wrapped her fingers around the hard little rod. It disappeared completely into her fist. She slid her hand carefully up and down.
“Doesn´t it get wet at all?”
“No. I guess it will when I grow bigger. Don´t rub the tip with your hand, it´s very sensitive.”
Judy adjusted her grip. She did not use all her fingers and noticed that she had to hold it harder to be able to move the foreskin. It smelled of Jonah in a way that she had not experienced before, new and familiar at the same time. He looked on for a while. Soon he found the trust to surrender to be pleasured by another and lowered himself on his back on the bed. As his scrotum came available, Judy felt it with her free hand, remembering to keep her touch gentle.
Jonah sensed the bruises he got from Judy when they practiced. Some of them really ached. With a little more practice, sister would become a force not to be fooled with. Her tugging at his dick felt unfamiliar, this should be just him alone. Still, he did not want her to stop. He could control the rhythm by lifting his hips, and together with the hand caressing his balls, this made him get seriously into it. Soon the moves of his hips became involuntary. Spasming and squirming uncontrollably, he realized that this was more intense pleasure than he had felt before. It tingled in his toes, back of his mouth filled with saliva, and still it grew inside his pelvis, until all those spasming muscles relaxed at once and just his dick twitched.
Now Judy´s rubbing felt uncomfortable. Not able to utter a word, he grabbed her hand to make her stop. He laid down until he could move his limbs, then sat up and hugged her.
“Your turn, sis.”
“I don´t know. Haven´t really felt like it since all this started.”
She had felt fouled by the assault and medical procedures. Letting Jonah touch her earlier, she had been in control. A moment ago she had made him writhe in pleasure, and now she felt wetness between her legs. She may be held prisoner at the mercy of her enemies, but her body was hers to use. She could inflict pain or pleasure with it on others, or herself. She took off her t-shirt and panties.
“Usually I just rub here, see? It´s sensitive all over but this is the best spot.”
Jonah kneeled on the floor to have a good look. It was strange to see inside a pussy like in porn and know that it was his sister. He reached out carefully and traced the folds with his fingertip. His instinct told him to be careful with this delicate organ, Judy rubbed herself surprisingly hard. When their fingers met, her hand retreated, and he tried to copy her movements. She instructed him to rub her in a circular motion and soon she was sighing and grinding against his hand. Her response got him excited. He increased his pace, and she told him to go slower. A little later her own fingers returned to action.
Jonah found the opening to her vagina and Judy reacted at once to him touching the edge. She pushed down burying his finger. It was not just a straight hole like he had expected, there were bumps and crevices. As he found the way inside and moved his finger there, he thought that this was good education in case he ever got intimate with a girl. Then he heard Judy whimper and saw her move up and down around his finger. He was intimate with a beautiful girl just now. It got tighter inside, and her fingers moved even faster. Her pussy squeezed all harder, then she let out a little shriek and fell on the bed, closing her legs and trapping Jonah´s hand. Slowly she relaxed.
Jonah took a blanket from the other bed and lied down beside her, covering them both. He enjoyed the intimacy of her bare butt against the skin of his thighs, held her tight and fell asleep.
They woke to the sound of lock opening. Victor looked surprised to see them looking at him from the same bed. He put water bottles, toothbrushes and some comics on the table and left without a word. The key stayed in the lock again.
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The twins woke up early. It was so very comfortable to go to sleep holding each other, but once awake, it became a little awkward. The narrow bed felt hot and crowded.
They were already eating sandwiches when Victor brought them bacon and eggs for breakfast. Judy pointed at the door after he left.
“We´ll need to work out something about him.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know that when they tell Grandpa that they have us, he won´t give them what they want.”
“And then we are worthless.”
“Or they try to add pressure… maybe cut a finger from one of us and show it to him.”
“We don´t have much time then.”
“Victor´s the one to do the cutting. If someone tells him to cut a little finger, he´ll just do it. But if they say: pressure the old folks, then… if he knew us a little better, he might think of some other way.”
“So we´ll try to get to talk with him.”
“Yes, when he comes next. And I have another idea after that.”
They spent the morning exercising. In the clarity of a new day, neither wanted physical contact. Judy shadow boxed, Jonah did muscle workout like pushups, occasionally correcting her technique. Despite open window, the room smelled of sweat when Victor came in with lunch. Judy looked at him pleadingly.
“Victor please. Can you take Jonah and me out for a while? It´s not healthy to be indoors all the time.”
“I´ll see what I can do. Now eat.”
Victor opened the door and threw them two thick black canvas bags.
“Put on your shoes and cover your heads with these.”
They complied hesitantly. Pulling a bag over the head felt like getting ready for execution. Victor told them to go through the door. They could only see a narrow area right in front of their feet. Fumbling slowly to the other room, they heard Victor collect the cutlery. It reassured them a little. If he planned to kill them now, surely he would leave the dishes for later.
They were directed outside and told to remove the bags there. Victor threw a worn-out ball to them.
“Now play.”
It was a sunny day, the air smelled fresh. They stood on a small lawn in front of the house. On one side there was the road, on the other, an old scrap heap and forest. No sound of people anywhere.
Jonah kicked the ball to Judy. It could use some more air, but was manageable. They passed the ball between each other for a while. Jonah put the canvas bags by the wall a few meters apart and assumed the goalkeeper position between them. He kicked the ball to Victor.
“See who scores first.”
Surprised Victor stood still for a while, then kicked the ball weakly. Jonah intercepted it easily and passed it to Judy. She kicked it hard right off the pass. The game got more serious. Jonah stretched into dramatic saves, soon his knees and elbows were brown and green from sliding in the grass. Judy celebrated wildly every time she scored. Even Victor had his fist in the air after a goal. Jonah kicked the ball toward him, but it went wide and disappeared into the woods.
“Oops, sorry! Should I go get it?”
Victor nodded slowly and took a deliberate step closer to Judy as Jonah jogged behind the junk pile. He returned soon with the ball. They kept playing until everyone was sweaty and exhausted. Victor escorted the kids to their room.
They heard shower running behind the wall. Jonah produced a rusty old chisel from his pocket. He had found it in the scraps. It was worn and blunt, but he tested it on the window. He could barely make a mark on the windowsill where the bars were attached. He tried carving the threshold, but old wood did not break easily. He had to hit it hard to chip a little bit away. It made a distinctive sound, and he did not dare do it again.
“If only we could know when he´s out.”
The next day they got to play outside again. They passed the ball around Victor, making sure he would get hot. He seemed to enjoy the attention and their company more and more. When it rained one day and the twins would not have bothered to go out, he made them do it anyway.
Every time they heard Victor´s shower running, they worked on the threshold. It was very slow progress, and he was annoyingly efficient. His showers lasted only two to three minutes. Judy spent much more time washing up. Idle hands sure are devil´s playthings.