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The Things We Do For Family (Alvis Alendran x DaddysLittleSkank)

Alvis Alendran

Alvis Alendran

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Carl opened his wallet, and looked through it again for the third time in under an hour. Well, it was official. he was down to his last fifty bucks. And that meant he was going to have to choose between putting gas in this tank of a van, or stocking up on food for the week. This was not exactly how he'd imagined himself coming back to his home town. He'd wanted to do it covered in money and success, show up at his parents house, let tehm know they had been completely wrong about him. But as it turned out, he'd not made it nearly as far as he wanted to. And the job he did do was...not exactly respectable in the majority of circles. A producer and sometimes actor in porn flicks that were shot independantly. For a while things had been good. Then his leading actress had jumped ship on him, and gone to a more major label.

He couldn't blame her really, he'd brought her in with money, adn the label ahd offered her double what he was paying her. And double was more than he could afford, so she'd walked out in the middle of his video, and that had cost him most of everything. So here he was, back in town, with a small space on the edge of town, and looking for a new leading lady. Problem was, most of the women in thi town were alittle...restrained for his purposes. But he was getting desperate by now, adn was willing to start taking chances. He had to have a video out by the weeks end. He sigh, and looked arcross the street, up towards the bus stop. He perked up. There was a girl there! And quite a looker too! She'd be perfect! He stared at her, his mind buzzing with some kind of recognition. Did he know her? It was possible, though he had been gone for almost five years. Then it clicked. Fuck off, it was his Gods damned sister! He put his forehead on the steering wheel. Great. He'd finally seen a girl that would have been perfect, and it was his sister. Of all the luck. Then he looked back at her.

Of all the luck indeed. There was actually a big market for videos like that. The people he sold his work to had asked after incest stuff before, but he'd never been able to tap into it. But now...well, there was some money to be made, and he liked money. And it would make things just delicious to have his parents scrambling to find their little girl, their little prize. He started the van, and started to cruise out onto the street. He could do a fast drive by, grab her, and have her to the little house he was using as a studio in no time. It was looking like it was going to be a good day after all!
 
Leigh had been ten years old when her brother was kicked out, and now that she was fifteen she barely had any memories of him. Really all she could say about Carl was that he was her older brother because that was all she remembered.

In the five years Carl was gone, Leigh became the most well known and well respected young people in town. She was kind, considerate, polite, and had become very involved in the community. She volunteered at soup kitchens, nursing homes, food banks, find raisers, and anywhere else help was needed. And Leigh had something about her that made people want to help her so anything Leigh supported was bound to have the support of at least two-thirds of the town.

All the teenage boys and young men were head over heels for Leigh, and those in a committed relationship would jump at the chance to be her boyfriend. Which you'd think would give her several broken-hearted enemies, but it was hard to stay angry at her.

Looking at Leigh she had smooth ivory colored skin that appeared to be so perfect it must have been made of porcelain. Her long, soft brunette ringlets fell loosely around her shoulders and cascaded like a waterfall of satin. Her lips were plump with a ting of pink and always seemed to be smiling. Two blue crystals encased in a ring of deep sapphire were set under two thick black lines of long lashes. Telugu body was a perfect hourglass shape that showed every curve in all the right places.

She had just left a Good Will distribution center, where she brought a box full of donations, and was planning on walking home before it became dark.
 
Carl let out a breath slowly. Gods, this was insane. He was not only actively considering this, he was actually doing it! Leigh would do so very well in his videos, but he had a very distinct hunch that she might need to be...brought around to the idea. And he was okay with that, surprisingly enough. He drove past her, maybe twenty feet, and put the van in park, but left it on. He checked his mirrors, getting a very good idea of how many people were around to potentially witness this. And there were none. Small towns, they had a way of looking abandoned at the certain times of the day. He got out of the seat, and moved into the back of the van, taking a few deep breaths before opening up the back door, and stepping out. He started walking towards Leigh very calmly, not acting actively threatening, but there was a certain tension in his frame.

"Leigh? Is that you? Is that actually my little sister, damn near all grown up?" he called to her, not far from her now. Confusing her would be useful, she'd be less likely to run from him. Carl was not a small man, nearing six feet tall, with a barrel chest and wide shoulders. He could have easily done well on a football team. His hair was of medium length, covering a little bit of the back of his neck, and was the same brunette shade as Leigh's. He had inherited his father's brown eyes. Leigh had lucked out when she'd gotten her mother's eyes. He only needed a minute more to get closer.
 
Leigh looked at the man in front of her as she began to back away slowly preparing herself to turn when she was far enough and then run at full speed. Of coarse Leigh showed a perfect poker face despite her freaking out on the inside. Her mind was racing with thousands of thoughts;

It was a Monday, around seven at night... which meant that bar down the street would just be opening up shop. Even if this man posed no threat to her, Leigh could still take refuge there. She'd ask to call her dad to ask him to come get her and would wait in the bar until he arrived which would be when she would tell him the reason for her fear.

While Leigh tried to give everyone the benefit of the doubt and tried her hardest to ignore gossip, it was hard for Leigh not to ignore all the stories she'd been told over the five years, or the complaints she'd overheard from her parents saying to friends and neighbors, concerning her older brother and the "activities" he was doing.

When Leigh had widened the gap between them by three feet, giving her a five foot safety net, she turned and began to run as fast as she could.
 
Oh, this was not going the way he'd planned it, not at all! But he'd learned to be flexible since leaving town, and wasn't ready to abandon the idea. Besides, it was his last chance to make himself some real money. He broke into a run, thankful for his longer stride as he ate up the distance between them.
"What's the matter Leigh? Won't say hi to your own brother?!" He grunted out, while pushing hismelf just a little harder. His hand closed on the hair that streamed out behind her, and he pulled back, arresting some momentum, while running into her, and wrapping an arm around her, clamping his hand over her mouth.

"Come on now Leigh! I haven't seen you in so long, and we've so much catching up to do!" He whispered in her ear, dragging her back towards his van. Hello payday.
 
Leigh struggled against her brother, doing everything she could think of to free herself. She reached and grabbed at anything around her to stop him from pulling her away. She tried biting at his hand and she tried kicking and punching him. Doing all this while trying to make as much noise as possible to attract attention.

Someone did notice this and walked from an alley way. For a fleeting moment she thought she was safe before realizing who it was; Bob, the town eccentric who was fond of conspiracies and the only person in town to no one listened to or believed. Sure, he may report what he saw to authorities but they wouldn't believe him until the next day when she still hadn't returned home. Then he would be made the number one suspect for being the last person to see her. Regardless in the last second before she was thrown in the van, Leigh reached her arms towards him begging him for help. Bob stared for a few seconds before realizing what was happening and running after the two siblings but it was too late.
 
Carl pulled the back doors shut on the van. They echoed in the close space of the interior, and he grinned down at Leigh.
"Miss me sister?" He jeered at her. He'd moved cargo in this van before, and grabbed a tie down strap, wrapping it around her midsection, before linking it to the hooks in the floor. A few jerks of the ratchet piece pulled it tight enough that she wasn't going anywhere. At least not for awhile, and that was all he needed. He heard hands on the van as Bob tried to get attention, or entry. Carl ignored it, and put the van in gear. He pulled away, leaving the town nutcase behind him.
"Don't you worry none now Leigh. I'm going to take good care of you." He said idly.

The house he was staying in had only one really good feature, and that was a full garage that he could pull into. The garage door shut with a clang behind him, and he got out of the van. Sighing in contentment, he opened the sliding door.
"Welcome to your new home." He said with a calm edge to his voice that only made sound all the more terrible.
 
Leigh struggled through the entire ride; screaming, kicking, clawing at the strap, and just throwing a tantrum.

Leigh had taken a few self defense classes and was fully intent on using the knowledge she'd gained from those classes to help her escape. When Carl undid the strap she would fight tooth and nail. At that time Leigh, honestly, believed she had been taken for the purpose of being raped and murdered, and she refused to go down without a fight.
 
She looked...beyond terrified. But so far beyond that she was in fight or flight mode. And that meant this...was probably going to hurt. She'd given him no verbal responses yet, so he didn't really see a point in trying to talk to her at this point. He climbed into the van, gripping the strap. He worked the mechanism to loosen it a bit, and then unhooked it. As he'd expected, she went completely wild, and he dragged on the strap around her midsection, pulling her. That gave him the idea of just dragging her along. It wasn't pretty, but it kept the strap tight, and him out of her reach.

It was a lot harder than he'd expected. She wasn't stupid, and grabbed anything she could to slow them down, hooking her feet against doors, seizing wall corners, and generally making it as hard as she could for him. Hard pulls on the strap was getting ehr free after a while, until he came to what he knew was going to be the hardest part, and likely the point that would result in him getting messed up. The stairs that led down into the basement. With a sigh, he pulled the strap up to his back, putting her flush to him, and started down.
 
Leigh was grabbing at anything she could and making as much noise as possible trying to arouse the attention of neighbors or passer-bys.

She figured he was bringing her down a flight of stairs to the basement, and, fully, expected to be raped and murdered down there. When the two reached the bottom of the stairs and Carl had walked partially through the room, Leigh was flung onto a bed, from which she surveyed her surroundings and she became visibly shocked and disgusted by the sexual nature of the room.
 
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