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Keeping it in the Family, the next Generation (Alvis&Andnich)

The moment was perfect in WIlliam's mind, perfect in a way he hadn't even known that he wanted things to be. WIlliam knew that Gabby looking at him like this, asking for him to do this, this was something altogether different than what had happened before. There was no way to take this any other way, other than that Gabby wanted this to happen. She seemed...floored in some ways that he'd asked her, that he'd wanted to know what she wanted. The more WIlliam thought about it, that made more sense than he might have liked ot think about. Gabby had been subjected to a lot in the last few days, and precious little of it had been under any input from her. And now, here was the choice before her, to continue, to stop, it was all in her hands.

And she was choosing to continue.

William smiled as she stumbled over her words. He let her finish, then reached out and cupped her cheek with his hand, holding her face there and looking her in the eye with warmth and acceptance, and no small amount of smouldering desire.
"Of course Gabby. Don't worry about not doing it before. We'll help you." He let his other hand brush along Callie's hair, a silent request for help. He knew that Callie could coach someone through thing extrremely well, the nearly comatose Sophie downstairs was proof of that. But then Gabby had already shown ehrself to be a natural at sex, as William could attest to, so maybe she wouldn't need much aid. With a deep breath, he stood up, leaving a hand on her cheek, adn never taking his eyes away from hers.

"Are you ready Gabby?" He asked her, his other hand coming to her opposing cheek, gently holding her face as he brought his hard cock around to sit in front of her face. He held position a moment, letting her take it in, get used to the idea of it all. And then he moved one hand off of her face, adn pushed his cock down to sit level with her mouth. He moved forward slowly, giving her evey chance to back down, but not stopping if he didn't hear anything frorm her. He noticed he was holding his breath, anticipating the moment, wanting it, almost desperate for it. His sister. Gabby. He'd only been with her once, but that one time sitll burned bright in his mind, seared into his memory like molten iron. Nothing else he'd done stood out so much. And he had the thought that the onoly thing that would was about to happen now.
 
She flinched slightly at his touch. The fact that she did spoke volumes about how their relationship had disintegrated. There was a time Gabby trusted William more than anything. Even when they were fighting, when they were teasing each other, if he ever touched her, she never flinched. Ever. Now, something so simple as his hand touching her cheek, made her tremble slightly. It was there in her eyes. Whether he saw it or not, she had no idea of. She was afraid of him. There was a certain heat to the moment, passion, and yet there was that fear that sat deep in her green eyes that starred back at him. She remembered. That was part of the problem. The problem was far more than what had happened to her. Just as bad as the actual acts was the fact she couldn’t forget, wouldn’t forget in fact. She had already been with William. That was on her mind, playing the forefront, but lurking just behind that memory was him. She could see him in William too. James. His eyes were starring back at her, tormenting her, reminding her of everything. The awful deal, being spanked, making love to him….twice, it was all there. These were memories that would never leave her mind.

‘We’ll help you.’ It was that one word in that sentence that caught her attention the most. We’ll. William and her. Callie. Mom. Gabby swallowed hard at the realization that came to her next. Aunt. He stood before her, both his hands touching her face. There was a warmth, a gentleness, that in her mind, didn’t fit the situation. Doing anything sexual with her family wasn’t suppose to be soft and sensual. Though her time with her father had been..different..than what she had expected, Gabby still held firmly to the belief that it wasn’t suppose to be that way. It was wrong, dirty, and the highest of taboo acts. It was disgusting. She had to keep telling herself that over and over anytime the thoughts, the memories of her last time with her father and William came to mind. Had they been anyone else, anyone else, she might have thought differently of it, but there was something in his eyes as he looked at her. She couldn’t put her finger on it. Her mind was too muddled. As his fingers left her face she gave a slight nod. The gesture was so minimal he may not have even noticed. Words were not necessary. They had all moved past that. She felt her mother’s hand on her back as William’s cock came into view. Gabby flashed her eyes down to look at him. ‘That’s been inside me,’ she thought. ‘All of it.’ The thoughts sent a surge through her, causing reactions with her body that she noticed. Gabby would never admit to it though. Some of them she wouldn’t have to. She was wetter now. Her pussy clearly was preparing for him even if it was her mouth that was about to taste him. The other reaction, the one that was just as prevalent, was the sensation that gripped her clit. Gabby felt it, the ache that squeezed her. Her clit begging to be touched. It was clear. Her body wanted to be touched, and her body wanted him.

She parted her lips, and without waiting for him without waiting for her mother, she leaned forward slightly, the tip of his cock disappearing behind her lips. Not once did she look away. Though the fear was there in her eyes, the lust was in her body, and it was slowly creeping over her, taking her, guiding her. Her mother watched in awe. There was no need to guide her. Gabby seemed to have a natural instinct. She watched with pride as her daughter continued to move forward, taking William’s cock. Gabby’s pace was slow. She felt every vein, every inch of his cock slipping past her lips and pushing against her throat. She wanted to breathe. She wanted to stop, but there was something else driving her. It was that feeling again, the one that was gripping her clit. It was the electricity running through her body that kept her moving. She felt it for a moment, the moment his cock touched the back of her throat. The feeling was strong, but Gabby only swallowed harder against him. Though she wanted to stop, she wanted to have him, all of him, down her throat more.

Callie knew soon she would come to the point she could not take any more of his length. William was as impressive as his father, and she knew it had taken her a while to get accustomed to taking his member down her throat. It was a moment of shock that wouldn’t come though as Gabby continued, swallowing against him, pushing, forcing her throat to bulge and take him. “William,” Callie whispered, her eyes glued to her daughter. “A perfect fit.” It was true. It seemed Gabby was more of a perfect fit for him than Callie had been for James.


Gabby, with her mouth and throat stuffed full of his length still looked up at him. As slowly as she had taken him, she pulled back, revealing his cock covered in her salvia. The tip pulled from her mouth, and Gabby licked him before tracing her tongue along his shaft. Nuzzling against his body, she closed her eyes. His cock rested on her cheek for a moment before she opened them again, meeting his gaze once more. “Can I do it again William? Please? Can I taste your cock again?”
 
William was eager for the moment, anticipatory of being with Gabby, especially like this. But he caught the flinch from her, noticed it, knew what it had to symbolize. She was still fighting this, trying to cling onto some essence of who she was. William had cast it all off what felt like long ago. Most of his hesitation had been thrown away by Callie, showing him what wondrous feelings could be found if you were willing to look for them. CHloe, in her own way, had shown him that there were other feelings to find, powerful ones, and how to find them. And Sophie, dear sweet little Sophie, had shown him what it was like to be...revered? Was that the right word? He wasn't sure, but it seemed to fit how Sohpie treated him.

But Gabby was different.

Even having been with her once, seeing her like this, her mouth close to his cock, made him wonder if what he was doing now was going to help her or hurt her. Or both? Did he want his old sister back, or did he want to help foster out a new side to her? One thing was certain, he loved Gabby still, and wanted only the best for her.

With that thought, he knew he had to help her come to terms with this. If she regressed, fell back into her anger, her dismay, she'd either find a way to kill herself, or she'd be a shattered husk of a person, and that was not something he wanted to see. He wanted Gabby to see the joy in what they did, the pleasure, the glory of unrestrained lust and love. And he wanted to share that with her. Now, and a thousand thousand times again.

William felt his face move to a grin as Gabby leaned in, taking himm inot her mouth. There was a flutter of fear that ran up his body. What if this was a trap, one that she was planning to spring, all it would take was a single bite and she'd wound him worse than anyone had ever managed to in the past.

But then she kept going.

WIlliam kept his eyes on her as she moved down him, taking him so very slowly, the process a sweet, sweet torture for him. He was smiling when she got him as deep as her throat. And then she started to really work. Each swallow she made forced him deeper, and he gave a faint gasp at the feeling of it, seeing her force him inot her, not letting anything stop her. And then she looked at him, met his gaze. All thoughts of her trying to trick him was gone.

There was an eternity of time and feeling in that brief moment of contact, so much feeling that he didn't know if it would ever end, if he wanted it to end, even knowing that more was to come, it was a moment that he saw what was in her eyes, and all he could send back to her was love, pride in her, encouragement. ANd then she made the act of a withdrawal every bit as sweet as teh entry, adn he had to fight to maintain his eye contact, but he wouldn't shy from this, wouldn't discard this...gift to him. That was what she was doing, she was giving him a gift that he would never be able to properly return to her, at least, he had no idea what he could do to make such a thing happen. All he could do was...love her.

When she was free, he was about to speak when he felt her tongue on him, dancing along his cock. He tensed up a moment, feeling like he was hitting a new kind of height to his arrousal, this movement of hers, this teasing, this side of Gabby. When she spoke again, asking him, he let his hand tyouch her face again, then her shoudler, meeting her gaze.
"Yes. I would love you too Gabby. Now, and any time you want, for ever." He promised her, meaning every word, his cock jerking faintly at the thought of his sister, his lover, taking it into her mouth again.
 
He wanted her. While the thought of his cock in her mouth left her feeling indifferent, Gabby wanted this. She had her reasons. He had hurt the back of her throat. Even now, with him not lodged down her windpipe, when she swallowed, she could feel the dull ache from where his cock had stretched her throat. Still she moved, her tongue tracing along his shaft once more before coming to the tip of his cock. She licked across him, tasting….something. Certainly he had not cum. She had what William looked like, felt how his body moved when he climaxed. So this was certainly not cum. ‘No,’ she realized. ‘It’s precum.’ It was his sweet arousal she was tasting. Her stomach muscles tightened. Gabby began to wonder if she could swallow cum. If just the hint of it made her feel this way, could she handle swallowing the bitter substance? How would she feel as she felt him cock pulsing between her lips, knowing the tip was spurting his seed into her mouth? The thought alone made her stomach muscles tighten further.

Knowing she had to push it from her mind, she took the tip of his cock between her lips again. Slowly she pushed his shaft further. Inch by inch she felt him again. Every vein, every inch of skin, even his scent filled her nose. William was hard, aroused, and it was because of her. ‘I’m..his sister,’ she thought. ‘How can he..want me?’ She never took a moment to take in the actuality that she was sucking her brother’s cock. Had she thought of it from that angle, she might not have been able to continue. Willingly was one thing. Enjoying it was another, and Gabby was beginning to resolve herself to not enjoying this, but even the best laid plans, the best thought out approaches havee a way of falling apart.

His cock pushed against her throat, and there it was again. That surge that ran through her body and touched her clit. She hated it. It meant….no. She knew what it meant, and it was something she wasn’t ready to acknowledge. It was something she knew she couldn’t acknowledge, and yet her mouth continued. She was hungry. With every inch of his meat that she feasted on, her own body gave in with reactions that simply felt delicious, and Gabby wanted more. Her tongue swirled along the underside as she pushed on, nearly the point where she knew she would gag. Her green eyes, wet from her efforts, looked up at him, and instantly she realized the mistake she had made. Her pussy began to ache. It was more than the energy she had felt in her clit. The feeling gripped her lips as she grew wet. There was a longing, a need to be touched, to be filled that she felt, and it all happened the instant she made that connection with him. It wasn’t one she questioned. In fact, she didn’t care. No longer did she care if she gagged. She wanted to. She wanted him to see her choking down his meat, and in a pure display of wanting him to see that raw lust, she pushed harder, forcibly gagging on his cock. Drool formed, clinging to her bottom lip, and yet she continued. His cock slipped into her windpipe, cutting off her air. The sounds of her breathing suddenly silenced. “That’s it baby,” her mother whispered, the only words of encouragement she felt was needed. It was enough. Those words fueled her even further. Gabby pulled back, but only slightly, before sliding him back down her throat. Again and again and again she repeated the movements, fucking her own throat with his cock. Her lungs slowly beginning to cry out for air, but Gabby was answering a much more important plea. Her need to be filled grew every time his cock filled her throat. She wanted him, but it was more than that. She….needed him. Gabby needed her brother to fill her.

Her paced quickened as her face began to grow red. It was something her mother noticed. Callie began to wonder would her daughter allow herself to pass out as she couldn’t control how much she wanted her brother’s cock in her mouth. Worried eyes flashed William a glance. Her son was enjoying this, true, but she didn’t want any harm to come to her daughter. That even translated to James. She did not want either of them to hurt her. She had raised a hand to William, ready to end this and grant Gabby the air she needed, when her daughter pulled away from him. Her lips kissed his shaft as she gasped frantically for air. “I..need..you..William,” she struggled to say. “Fill..me..please..brother. I..need..you,” she pleaded as a hand snaked between her legs, grabbing her pussy and squeezing. “I can’t..take it..anymore.”
 
William nodded to Gabby, smiling at her words, and then reaching down to take her face in his hands, kissing her, full of acceptance, passion...and yes, love. William loved Gabby more in this moment than he ever had before, and he had never stopped.
"Okay. I won't make you wait." He promised her, moving to a sitting position in front of her, reaching one hand out for hers, guiding it to his shoulder as a guide, while his other moved to her hips, pulling her towards him. His breathing was picking up, his cock harder than it had ever been, enough that it was painful to have there. He needed Gabby as much as she seemed to need him. Her work on him had been incredible, and he wouldn't, no, couldn't leave her like this. She deserved what she wanted.

James put the truck in park, cursing as he did so, getting out and grumbling as he jogged back to the house. Work to do, and he was so distracted by everything that had gone on that he'd forgotten his company swipe card. He couldn't get into work without it. He got in the door, and went up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He saw his swipe card on the side table in the bedroom, and grabbed it, sliding it into his pocket. He was about to leave when he saw the attic steps were down. ANd that was curious. He approached them, and listened. he could hear a voice, Callie's, in a familiar tone. The kind that she used to order the kids around. James very quietly crept up the steps to get a look at exactly was going on up here. His eyes widened at what he saw there.

William slid his hand from hers up her arm, then down her side, still not able to fully believe that this was happening to him right now. But he was going to have this moment. He was going to share it with Gabby. He was going to make a good memory with her, one for the both of them. He got one hand on his cock to steady it, and lined it up with her.
"Here we go..." He breather to her, and very gently pushed her down onto his length.

WIlliam took his time, even making sure that Gabby didn't just drop herself onto his cock. He wanted to prolong this moment, this entry, this one glorious thing between them. He felt her entrance, and then felt himself starting to enter her. It was like she was on fire. Fire wrapped in smooth silk. He fought every instinct he had that said to just take her, but he kept his calm, his control. Inch by inch he slid into her, marveling at just how perfect she felt around him as he got himself into her. WHen he felt her finally take all of him inot her, he opened his eyes, not even realizing that he'd closed them. What he saw were the most perfect green eyes in all the world, dead level with his own. Seated like this, eye to eye, nose to nose, that extra height he had on her normally was perfect. Like this they fit together perfectly.

Fate and their parents had made them for one another.

They just hadn't thought about it quite like that at the time.

William put his arms around Gabby, keeping her close to him, pulling her tight to him to kiss her, but his hand trailed down her back, finding the small of her back, and shifting her on his cock, moving them. As he moved her up his length, he thurst up into her as she came down, working on her, making sweet love to his sister, his lover, again.

James crept up into the attic, staying quiet, and out of Gabby's line of sight. He saw Callie near them, and advanced on her. He'd taken the time on the steps to shed the clothes he'd been wearing, knowing they'd only be in hte way soon. Work could wait after all. If William was enjoying his sister, it only seemed fair that James should enjoy his. He knelt behind Callie, adn grabbed her from behind, one hand over her mouth, and dropping his mouth to her neck, biting down on her, and dragging his teeth along her. His cock pressed into her back, and he moved his lips ot her ear.
"Miss me?" he whispered, before bearing her quickly onto the floor, on their sides. He used the new angle to slide her up, letting his cock probe at her entrance, feeling just how turned on she'd become from working on Gabby, from watching their children work on one another. My, it was a wonderful day for the family.
 
Gabby has kissed her brother a thousand times over the years. Their relationship wasn’t one of only the usual brother/sister teasing. They also loved each other. So an occasional kiss on the cheek was normal. This kiss was so much more than that. His lips gently touched hers’, and Gabby couldn’t help but think how wrong it was. It felt like kissing another girl in the sense that it wasn’t something she would normally do. She would have felt the same had it been her mom or her dad. Her mind may have known it was her brother, but her body only knew that it was a kiss. Gabby could feel how much William loved her, and she wanted to so badly to be able to return that love, but too had happened. She could still feel his betrayal in the garage. Her mind was plagued by what her father had done to her. The what ifs still lingered for her. What if they had gotten away? What if he stood up to his father and stopped this? What if he said no to their mother? What if they locked their mother in the attic right now and made a break for it? Things would never be the same between them.

He helped her forward. Gabby didn’t protest. The gears in her mind had been turning. She knew exactly what she was doing. Flashing him a soft smile, she wanted to make him believe she was as much in love with him as he was her. It was a part to be played, and she had to do it well. William knew her little tells. He knew when she was playing up to someone to get what she wanted. So her performance would have to be flawless. Besides, if her plans worked accordingly, this would be well worth it. He lined himself up with her, and she held her breath. This was about to happen. They were standing on the threshold of something they could never come back from. He had already had her once, but this time, she wasn’t a heap in tears seeking relief, seeking and escape from the pain she was in. No, this time she was awake and in full control. This time was different. She sank down, feeling the head of his cock pushing against her lips, seeking entrance. Knowing there was still time to call this off, she continued down, guided by him. Her hand gripped his shoulder as she felt her lips spread and his cock begin to enter her. Gabby closed her eyes slowly as she exhaled. His girth spreading her, opening her up, as he began to fill her nearly took her breath away. She had to struggle to take a breath. There was never a pause, never a moment where she cried out to him. She merely took careful breaths. Opening her eyes, she saw that his were closed. ‘Good,’ she thought. She didn’t want to see into his anyway. She could already feel his breath on her face, smell him, feel his body beneath her and inside her. Seeing into his eyes was certainly something she could do without.

Feeling his body flush against her own, she knew she had done what she feared she could not. Gabby had taken all of him, every inch of his length now buried deep inside her. His eyes opened, the very thing Gabby didn’t want to happen, and something….happened. It wasn’t just his eyes she was looking into. It was….her own. Those trademark green eyes that she had seen a million times now looked so different and yet so familiar at once. They were brimming with his love for her. It was undeniable. She knew he loved her, but the depths of his love was something she wouldn’t even wager a guess at. Now she didn’t have to. It was right there in front of her starring at her. He truly loved her, and she felt something for him. A warm feeling came over, encompassing her like a blanket. Her breathing hitched before she whispered, “William.” His arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a kiss. It was a kiss she returned, not because she had to, but because she wanted to. Her body shifted at his guidance. His cock sliding out of her, only to return, filling her once more, forced a moan to form in her throat. With her lips pressed to his it would stay there until she pulled her lips from his. Her eyes focused on his, her lips brushing against his, she moaned again for him as their bodies moved. There was no frenzied pace, no rough fucking, just him and her, brother and sister, making love to one another. “Oh William,” she whispered to him. “You feel so good.” She stole a kiss from him, quick and yet heated. The lines were blurred now, almost non existent, between brother and sister and simply being lovers. She wasn’t seeing him as the boy she grew up living with and calling her brother. She was seeing him as a man, a man who could make her feel satisfied, loved, and desired. Her voice squealed as his slow and tortorus pace was maddening to her. His cock was rubbing her depths in a way that sent senations through her that she didn’t understand. It felt incredible, making her want to rub her clit, making her want to cum, and yet she could feel an orgasm building within her that frightened her with the intensity it held. She knew when she came, not if but simply when, it would be explosive. Her heart was racing, mind swimming, and body aching for more. Gabby moved her hand from his shoulder, bringing it to his face, and gently her fingertips caressed his cheek. “I love you William,” she told him softly. “I love you….and I forgive you.”

Callie watched them wanting to cum so badly. This was beautiful, erotic, and perfect. She rubbed her own arms, shifting where she sat while her son moved with his sister. Taking slow, shallows breaths, Callie was about to snake a hand down to her pussy when a hand covered her mouth and felt the bite to her neck. Her hands went up, only to slowly drop as his teeth met her flesh. She grinned behind his hand at his words. Callie was primed and ready. So was he. She had felt his cock on her back, and that only served to arouse her more. So when he moved her, she was elated knowing her own lustful needs would soon be met. His cock teased her, allowing her to feel him so close, and yet still not within her. “Come on baby,” she whispered to him. “Fuck me. I want to…..” She stopped, hearing Gabby’s soft words to William. It was happening. She loved him. “I love you James,” she whispered to him, “and I forgive you. Please baby. Make love to me.”
 
William felt Gabby change in his arms, shifting from her hesitiation, slight as it might be, to pure passion and joy in her motions. While they might have made love once before, there had been an air of desperation to it. While that had been glorious in it's own way, this...this was different. No layers of coercion to it, just the desire, the want, the need in it. And Gabby felt so perect around his cock, the slow motions that they made were making him pant. He wanted to move his head, lean down, but doingn so would break eye contact with Gabby. And he couldn't bear to pull his gaze from hers.

"I love you too Gabby." He breathed out, hearing her words Hearing her offering forgiveness to him. He felt a weight that he hadn't known was on his shoulders lift. He felt...lighter. His sister, his lover, his Gabby forgave him for not being strong enough to get her out. For succumbing. For his choices. But now there was a whole carpet of opportunity laid out for them. If she forgave him...would she stay with him? And where would that leave him and Sophie? Did it matter now? And was Gabby going to only be with him, or was she going to...indulge like the rest of them?

William had been willing to do a lot for his sister. He was equally certain that there was nothing he wouldn't do for Gabby his lover. His hands came up to her shoulders from behind her, and he leaned her back some, shifting the angles, and letting him reach deeper within her. And he could see her more clearly.

And he loved what he saw.

There was no one feature that Gabby had that made WIlliam love her all the more, but she was more thaan just a sum of her parts, she was what he thought of when he thought of a beautiful woman. She was right for him. Perfect.

One hand on her back, the other trailing down her body. He rolled his hips up into her, grinding into her as deeply as he could manage. His free hand trailed along her side, loving the feel of her, still so different than the other women he'd been with, feeling different in this moment even more than she had the last time he'd had her. He moved lower, breaking the eye contact a moment, his mouth find her breast, then his teeth scraping along it, before he got her nipple between his lips. His teeth nipped as his tongue circled, and his hand came around to find her clit, and press it down into his thrusting cock, making pressure on both sides.

What did Callie forgive James for? There were options for it. When he'd hurt Gabby? When he'd raped her? Or was it all the way back to the pool table, and almost two decades ago? He didn't know. And honestly, while it was a fine thing that she forgave him, if she'd been carrying that particular bureden for this long, he hadn't been put out by it. He would always love Callie, and so long as she stayed with him...he was happy.

"As you wish." He whispered to Callie at her request. He slid up slowly, smoothly, pushing into her pussy with practiced, careful ease. His length pushing into her, he felt every inch sliding in, every inch of her expanding to take him in as it had so many times before. His hands came around Callie's body, palms hitting her breasts. James knead them with gentle but firm stength, and pulled Callie back to him, putting them snugly together. He leaned down, biting on Callie's shoulder hard enough to leave a mark while he finished sheathing himself in her. He drew back, adn then made another slow, gentle thrust that slid into her. It wasn't fast, it wasn't hard, but it was constant, and torturous. He took his time with her, his lips finding the side of her neck, then his teeth nipping hte back of her ear.
 
The words had come from her lips. There was no taking them back now. William had heard them. Gabby wasn’t even sure if she meant them. She wasn’t sure of a lot of things in that moment, and the few things that were as certain as the setting sun had already grown out of control. She was sure she….enjoyed….how this felt. AS much as she had fought this, as much as she still hated the fact that she was engaging in something so taboo, Gabby liked how her brother’s cock felt inside her. She was certain of the heat, the passion, that was there between them. While having been touched by other boys, even though her own father had touched her, fucked her, none of it began to even compare to what she felt as his hand reached for her shoulder and his eyes bore into her. She could feel his warm breath on her face. He was panting. That’s when she became aware she was as well. She leaned forward slightly, allowing her lips to be so close to his. This house had become a place of torture. Sexually. Mentally. Physically. She had found a new hell in all of those areas. This was a new torture. To be so close and yet still not touching him. She wanted his mouth. She wanted to feel his lips against her own and his tongue swirling around insider her mouth, dancing with her tongue. It’s easy to give into urges and desires. Her family had proven that to her. It’s much harder to fight them, and as if engaged in some self inflicted act of torture, Gabby did not close the slight gap between their lips. Instead she starred into his eyes, feeling her body growing closer to her own release.

She leaned back at his urging, trusting him completely. He wouldn’t hurt her. No, that was a bridge the family had long ago crossed, and Gabby was sure there were no new heights of torment they could find. So there was nothing left but perfect trust with William. He was strong, and she was cradled in that strength, feeling the warmth rush over her body. Just as she was about to close her eyes and melt into his body and the moment, William thrust his body into hers’. Her eyes opened wide with a new found bliss. He was deeper, so much deeper than before. It was sweet, sensual, and yet there was something else, something more that she..liked..that she..wanted.

As his lips closed around her nipple, she groaned, grinding her hips into him, wanting to explore the feeling more. If William could have gotten any deeper inside her, she would have spread her legs wider and beckoned him so. Still he was touching new depths, teasing her, caressing her in places no one ever had before, and as the tip of his cock pressed against her cervix, she cried out, leaning her head further back, resting back further still in his arms. “William,” she groaned. “You’re so….deep. It..hurts..but don’t..stop. Oh please don’t stop!” There was a renewed vigor to her movements. She was beginning to ride him, pushing her body down hard against him, trying to breech the feeling she had just now began to experience. She could feel her body teetering, knowing that it would only take a slight bit more..for everything. A slight bit more for her to feel him push into such a forbidden depth. A slight bit more for her to cum, melting around his cock, coating him with her arousal further. “Please,” she whimpered, imploring him to keep going.

Her frantic green eyes searched for his, finally, once more. If she found them, he would see the need within her. “Please William,” she whispered. “I want it. I want you. I want more. I want all of it. I need it.” His mouth was showering her nipple with attention, and as much as she loved the feeling of his wet tongue teasing her nipple while he suckled her, she had to see..him. Her hands reached for his head, lacing her fingers into his hair. She was trembling as she pulled him free from her body, and at last her eyes made contact with his again. “Please,” she whispered, her breathing hitching. It was all she could say. She just hoped it was enough.

James was graceful, and he knew her body like the back of his hand. He should. Over the years he had explored her, sampled her, and enjoyed everything she had to offer. Still nothing compared to this moment. His cock slowly filling her while she watcher their son and daughter making love. It was a moment she had only dreamed about. Soon enough she and James would join them, but for now, for this time, she was content to watch him have her and enjoy her much the same way James had indulged in her. Callie couldn’t contain her groan as his teeth sunk into her flesh. Bite marks and bruises had become badges of honor and sweet reminders of the times they had shared over the years. She loved every mark he ever gave her. In fact, she found herself on the verge of asking him to do it again. His pace was agonizingly slow enough. She wanted him to speed up, to pound her pussy. James could have rolled her over on her back and nailed her to the floor and Callie would have loved every second of it. She would have dug her nails into the wood, clawing at it, while he filled her. He could have held her hands over her head, making her completely helpless, and she would have cum all over his cock. She still would cum all over him. It would just take a bit longer with the pace he was setting.

“Fuck me James. Don’t tease me. Come on baby. Let the kids…have this slow pace,” she told him, nuzzling her head back against his body. “Look at them baby. See how he fills her? Oh he’s so deep. Show me how deep you can go.” She reached for his hand and moved it to her hip. Callie liked the feeling of his hands there. James had powerful hands. It translated through his touch just how much power he had. It had been a while since she had seen that side of him, powerful, commanding, dominating. She missed it. The first time she had seen it had been one that she had come to love over the years, though when it happened, she didn’t care for it at all. Karl. That day. The two of them taking her while she looked at James. Something inside shattered that day, and when the pieces were put back together a new woman emerged, one that carried a love that was fierce and strong. She was a woman who didn’t care about the taboo nature that plagued her before. It was the same thing that had plagued Gabby, and now she hoped she too had found strength in being a new woman forged by the family that loved her.

She wanted to beg him again to fuck her, to throw her to her back and show her just how a powerful, strong man fucks his wife, and she was about to when she heard it. The sweet, soft words from her daughter’s mouth. “Come on William. You fuck me so good. You fuck me..so much better..than dad.”
 
James only smiled as Callie spoke to him, bringing to mind once more that yes, there were times that taking his time and making it last with her were excellent options. This...this was not going to be one of them, not really, not with all that was going on not five feet away from them. He clenched his hand on her hip, getting a hold on her, adn then thrusting hard into her, shaking her body with the force of it. While he thought of taking her other hip to really hammer home, he had a better use for it. The hand snaked up her body this tim, his hand finding her neck, finding that smooth, almost vulerable skin, there. His hand went around the front of her neck, her throat, and went tight on her, drawing her tight to his front. He didn't speak, but he heard what Gabby had said.

There was a spark in him mind, a thought, something that had to be done. He couldn't let a comment like that stand, he couldn't. He wouldn't let it be. But He was balls deep in Callie right now, and that had to command his attention for now. James right at Callie's ear, didn't speak. There was only a distinct, throaty growl that he made, before pullingher into his hips, and letting go on his restrant for her.

His breath was a savage, ragged pant, the heat of his breath on her ear, his hand tightening slightly with each thrust, cutting her air off more and more with each motion. There was no real anger in this, just lust, just drive. His face moved from beside hers and he bit hard on her neck, feeling a faint tang in his mouth, and as he pulled back he saw a faint trickle of blood run from the bite point. James watched as the blood bead on her skin, and then started to roll down her body from hsi rough fucking. It was strangely fascinating to watch how each of his motions pushed it down, seeing the bead run down her neck, over her collarbone, adn down the curve of her breast. James started to grunt in time with his thrusts, knowing that Callie was having the same effect on him that she always did, driving him onwards to his finish. He felt himself swelling in her, knew that he was about to end, and he pulled her head farther back by her neck, forcing the back of her head onto his shoulder, adn kissed her, all his furious passion in that gesture, his hand keeping her without a breath completely now. As he felt himself empty into her, he relaxed a moment, finally letting go of her throat, adn allowing her to take a full and proper breath. He slid out of Callie, and looked to William and Gabby.

William coudln't believe how perfect this felt, how amazing gabby felt around him. He'd felt how it was to take from Chloe, from Sophie, even once from Callie, and felt Callie and Sophie both gving in to him. None of it compared to how Gabby felt when she gave in like this, when she not only gave herself to him, but wanted what was coming from this. He knew he might never properly be able to think of her as his sister again. It would have been a closely fought thing before, but after this...there was never going to be any hope for it at all. He felt himself pressing against her depths, felt that familiar point inside of her, the same point he'd found with Sophie. And now Gabby was asking, no, pleading that he give her the same thing he'd given Sophie.

And WIlliam owed her no less, wanted to give her all he could. He shifted his grip on her, met her gaze, held her in place a moment, before he drew himself up and pressed forward. It wasn't the sudden thrust like with Sophie, but a gradual pressure that would not be denied. ANd then he felt her give way to him within, pressing into her deepest core, gasping, and wanting to throw his head back at the sensation of it, but he wouldn't break her gaze. He wanted to see her, to see how she felt with this newest layer of penetration. But he only held position for a few more heartbeats, before he drew back slightly, almost drawing out of her core, but then grinding back up into her, making sure that he didn't have to work back into her. His breathing was shaky now, almost ready to scream out at how tight she was, just how good she felt around him. He gasped, the pitch higher than normal and he felt himself emptying up into her, his release a long, wracking thing that was so intense it actually hurt on some level. As he felt himself start to come down, he smiled at Gabby, keeping her eyes in sight, adn pulled her up to him, his arms around her, adn pressing his lips to her in a powerful kiss that left no doubts as to how much he loved her. He eased himself onto his back, carrying her along with him, and kept her close. He wasn't done yet, had another go in him he felt, but he wanted a moment.

James saw his opening, and looked at the still gasping Callie. His placed a gentle, leving kiss on her cheek, and stood up, approaching his children, his cock erect and ready.
He knelt behind Gabby, his hand on her back, stroking along her, as he took a hold of his cock to line it up.
"William does it better for you, eh?" He asked her faintly. "Well, get ready Gabby. It's time for us to show you the next level." He told her, his fingers rubbingn along her sodden pussy, gathering all the juices there he could, and dragging them higher up her body, across her ass. "William, let me by for a moment." James ordered.

William had the idea of what was coming. He'd seen what this had done to Callie, how it had driven her wilder than he'd ever seen. With a shaking hand, he cupped gabby's face, looking her in the eye as he slid out of her pussy a moment.
"Trust me. I won't hurt you. This...this will be so intense. So amazing. Let us make you feel that good." He whispered to her, kissing her once more.

James slid inot Gabby's pussy once, twice, and then out, his cock now thoroughly lubed by her juices. He worked his finger into her as well, getting thigns as ready as he could. He lined William back up, and the young man sank back into Gabby without prompting, wanting that warm, tight feeling around him. James was not unfeeling, was not without a sense of what needed to happen to extend this moment, and not shatter it. His finger probed Gabby's ass, easing himself into her gently and slowly. He was two knuckles deep when he spoke to her again.
"Relax. If you relax, this will be everything William promised." He said quietly, rotating his finger a little, loosening her more for his coming attention. He withdrew his finger just as slowly as he'd put it in, before taking his dripping cock, and pressing it to her ass. "Just relax." He told her, adn with a breath, pushed the head into her ass.
 
James answered her with actions, not words. Words were not needed. James had that way about him. He had learned every answer to every question her body would ask him in these moments. His hand around her throat as his other hand gripped her hip was the sign that he was going to take her, and take her he did. James was a wild man, an animal, and Callie loved this side of him. It was one she had glimpsed years ago, when he and Karl took her. She envied Gabby. All of this was new to her. She remembered how exciting everything had felt. There were times she would try to make James angry so he would unleash and return to the beast he had been back then, but it always fell short. So she relished moments like this where he did lose control and let go. It was as close as she gotten to the beast he was that day.

The room began to grow dark, but her building orgasm was undeniable. She was going to cum while he fucked her savagely and choked her. Callie wanted to breathe, but at the same time, she didn’t want him to let go. Her own hand reached for his, holding it there, as if she could force to maintain his grip. As he came, she unleashed her own orgasm, feeling her entire body buckle. “Fuck,” she mouthed her voice merely a squeak. Her walls were sore from the release of sexual tensions she had been experiencing. It was a satisfying pain. With his kiss, she knew where he was going and what was about to happen. Again, she envied Gabby as she watched.

There was something clearly going on close to them, but it faded into the background. The sounds coming from her mother, the heavy breathing, it was all audible, but at the same time, it was white noise. Outside the home, their home, the world still turned. People met, fell in love, got married, gave birth, went to work, died, and even drove past their home down past the long, winding driveway that would carry them to their home, but none of it mattered. In fact, it didn’t exist to her. All that breeched her reality was the man beneath her. His green eyes starred into her own as he moved, carrying such a deep, heated lust, a love, a passion that could not be denied. It pierced through to her, shattering any armor, breaking down any walls she had ever put into place. If anyone was ever going to get through to her, it was going to be William, and even though deep down inside she still felt the same way about the family, in this moment, that voice had been silenced.

As he moved, she glided along with him, never breaking contact with his body. His cock was embedded deep inside her still. Those eyes, those family characteristic, intense eyes burned a gaze that caused Gabby to tighten around him. She felt down deep within herself. As he pulled back, she parted her lips knowing, wanting what was coming next. Every thrust of his hips, every time his cock penetrated her, it was as delicious as the first time, and he began to sink into her depths once more, Gabby could feel this new angle caressing her anew. His manhood stretching her, forcing her to take him, was tantalizing. Her depths were reached, and the barrier pressed upon, and Gabby groaned softly, accepting of the dull ache that melted into her hips and at the base of her spine. She didn’t fight it, and she didn’t protest. In fact, her body, her mind, wanted it. Her knees spread slightly, further opening her body up to him. Both of them moving in tandem, a perfect, erotic dance that reached a grand finale as she opened up to him, giving him the entry they both wanted. Her head lunged forward, wanting to touch his. “It..hurts,” she breathed to him, her hands gripping his body. “Don’t stop.” Her words were heavy as she struggled to speak them. The feeling had raced along her spine and was consuming her. William moved, drawing back, and Gabby feared he was going to remove his cock from her. She….feared it. “No,” she begged. “Don’t stop,” but even as the words left her lips, her fears were laid to rest. He pushed forward again, his cock pushing against her tightness. She groaned, her face breaking out in a sweat as she still looked into his eyes. His face was so handsome, so mesmerizing. Her hand snaked up his arm to rest on his cheek. He was so soft, so warm. Many times she had touched his cheek, but now….now it was different. He was different. This house was different. Everything….was different. Never would she be able to look into those green eyes or touch his cheek and only see her brother. He wasn’t just her brother anymore.

He came. His cock was buried so deep inside her, and still she felt the warmth filling her. Gasping, she held her breath for a moment as her own release seemed to ease from her body gently. There was no violent squirting or rush of cum from her pussy. No. This was a cascading, flow that coated his cock, allowing him to move within her with greater ease. “William,” she breathed, her cheeks flushing. “I love you. I….feel you.” Gabby wanted to rub her belly, sure that his load would distend her body, but she didn’t want to move her hands. Instead she moved her other hand to his cheek as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her lips. She was still hungry, and her tongue probed his mouth, searching for his. If he was spent, she would revel in this kiss with him. Soon enough she knew the moment would end, and the inner voice that had fallen silent would return. Soon enough she would remember everything and feel the sting of what her family had done to her again. This would become just another number, and the number was incredibly important to her. This number was the one. So she relaxed, tasting his mouth, as he glided them both down.

The hand on her back didn’t startle her. She assumed it was William touching her, caressing her.

‘William does it better for you, eh?’

The voice forced her eyes open and her lips to depart from William’s. She starred into his eyes, her lips parted. It all came back to her. The noises she had heard, it was them. He had come home, and he had been taking their mother, his sister. Now he was behind her, touching her, speaking to her. Gabby felt a wave of relief. His tone didn’t speak of him being angry with her. There was something else there. ‘Next level?’ Her brow furrowed as she looked at William. ‘Next level?’ The words left her unsettled and yet….aroused….intrigued. Her breathing picked up as she felt his fingers touching her pussy. William moved at his words. No questions were asked. William touched her face, reassuring her before kissing her lips, and Gabby relaxed. James slid inside her, and Gabby groaned, tilting her head back, ending the kiss, wanting to feel his body against her own. His thrusts were slow, but they were few. They were accompanied by something that took her by surprise. His finger pushed inside her ass. Now she understood why he had done what he had done in coating her with her own cum. Her groans morphed into something new, a sound she had never made before as he worked her, stretching the tight muscles.

He pulled from her used pussy, and Gabby returned her gaze to William. A smile was on her lips. “Make me..feel..that good.” William took his cue, and pressed inside her once more. It all felt….right. So right. Perfect. James continued to open her up, adding to the moment. His fingers sank into her over and over, rotating, sending pleasure through her. His words were laced with a promise. Gabby nodded, as she took slow, deep breaths. The tip of his cock pressed against her, and even though he had loosened her up, she could tell it would still be a tight fit. His cock was much bigger than his finger. He pushed, finding the resistance, a resistance that would put up a fight, but in the end, it was a fight that was lost. Her ass swallowed the tip of his cock, and Gabby leaned up, coming to rest against him. “Daddy,” she groaned, turning her head to look at him. “Oh daddy that feels so good. Don’t stop.” Her hand rose, resting on his head. “Please daddy. Don’t stop. Make me feel….that good.”
 
This was the Gabby that James always loved seeing, always wanted to be a part of, this kind of almost wild hedonist, lost in the moment, in the joy and the pleasure of what they were. As she leaned back to him, asking him for more, wanting more from him, he was more than ready to oblige her really. A hand slid around her midsection, drawing her back to be tight against him, easing his hips forward as he did so, his cock starting to slide into her with a slow, inexorable pace. James brought his other hand to her jaw, turning her to look at him, his mouth coming to hers with heat, kissing her with a passion that made it clear how much he wanted to complete this process with her. He wanted Gabby to be with him and Callie and William. He wanted to finish this family transition.

William looked up to see James all but savaging Gabby's mouth, and coudl feel the increasing pressure as his cock worked into her ass. The moment was amazing, like nothing else he'd really felt. He'd done something like this with Callie, but Gabby was a very different animal. William felt his hands moving almost of their own volition, his hands reaching her breasts, kneading them as James kept moving into her, taking the moment to add as much stimulation to Gabby as he could. If this was going to be her biggest moment so far, he'd makes it every bit as much of one as he could. He felt his breath picking up, feeling hte tension on his cock picking up, James taking any slack that woudl have been there by taking Gabby like this. Sharing her between them.

James felt himself finally finish entering Gabby, his hips making contact with her. He took a deep breath, his senses filled with her, feeling the smoothness fo her skin, the dappling of sweat on her, the scent of her body and the scent of sex all around them. His lips were apart from heres, but still les than an inch apart, his breath coming ragged and eager, this taking of Gabby was another large step along for her. James rolled his hips, grinding into Gabby, William following suit from below, before they both started to move. Off set motion, James thrusting into gabby as William drew out, giving Gabby an endless stream of sensation, never letting up. It was a grand moment, one that no one involved would ever forget.
 
She had wanted this. The wolf that was her own mind would have to stay at the door for now. She would not allow him in. Those thoughts about how wrong this was would have to wait. Those thoughts danced across her mind. This was something she had seen transpire between her family as she looked in from the outside, literally. It had remained in her mind. She wondered how her mother felt having both men take her. Did it hurt? Was there pressure? Amid all the questions she had, there was one that never entered her mind. Was she enjoying it? That question was already answered. The look of lust on her mother’s face had proven she did. There was an elation there that Gabby had never seen before on anyone’s face. As James titled her face towards his and took her mouth, she too had that same look. There was no stress, no worry, no fear, no anger even towards her family. All that was left was bliss.

His cock pressed further, opening her up, touching depths never before touched, and Gabby groaned into his mouth. She was giving that to him. He was giving her this undeniable pleasure, and in return she would give him every groan, every drop of her juices, all of it was for him, for the two of them. Yes. William. Her mind raced back to him, feeling his cock pushing into her as well. It was sensory overload. Both men were incredible. Her daddy’s cock, his mouth, her brother’s cock, his hands….yes. His hands. They were on her breasts. Again she groaned, letting the sound be heard as James’ lips parted from her own. Her nipples were erect, and even the warm air in the room that grazed across the sensitive skin as they moved as one drew a reaction from her. His hands touching her was far more intense.

Gabby wanted to cum, but her body was so racked with everything happening to her that she literally teetered on the edge. The self denial of sorts had her clit aching. Something she wanted so desperately was just out of reach, and yet, she liked it. Cumming now would be too soon. No. She wanted this to last for a bit longer. Unsure if her body could take it, wanting to release, longing for the closeness, Gabby couldn’t even find her voice to tell them what she wanted to. She wanted to beg them, to plead with them to not stop. James was so warm against her, behind her, and William’s chest was so inviting. Instead of touching him, her hands found his hands. She wasn’t guiding him, but instead she was experiencing this with him. Her fingers traveled the path his took as he worked her breasts.

Over and over they moved, never leaving her empty. Gabby gasped, forcing the air into her body. Her eyes reflected a look of being drugged. In a sense, she was. “Daddy,” she whispered, shocked by the sound of her own voice. “Don’t..stop.” Her last word was punctuated with a low, warm groan. Gabby could see and feel everything coming together. Everything. This was the vision of the family they all had. Such pleasure. Such unbridled, decadent pleasure. There was no need to seek the outside world. They had each other. This was they wanted, and in this moment, Gabby could see the attraction to it. “I see it..daddy,” she told him. “I,” she paused, gasping before groaning, her hands firmly gripping Williams’. “Don’t stop. Oh please don’t stop.” She was so close, painfully so. Gabby was afraid to move, afraid it would somehow steer her oncoming orgasm away, and she wanted to feel it. She had to feel it. “I wanna cum daddy,” she cooed. “Help me cum daddy. Please. Help me..daddy..William..Help me.”
 
James and William were both panting, both coming closer, both of them riding the tides of everything that was happening. It was an electirc moment, and James smiled as Gabby managed a few gasping words. The words that caught him the most, was that she could see it. Could she really be coming around, was this exactly what they had needed to make it all work, to make it happen? Was it all coming into focus for her, enough that they might be actually able to enjoy moents like this in the future, no coercion, nothing but real love and passion between them all.

William was barely able to see straight, the feelings of everything so intense for him, the feeling of Gabby, the way she was being taken like this, the way she was giving herself. Her hands on his, encouraging, joining, being a part of it all. He flicked his gaze to James, the look hungry, insistant, almost demanding. James was not without understanding, and eased Gabby closer to William, bending her more and more until her brother was able to lean up, wrapping his lips around hers, taking a kiss from her that was every bit as intense as James had ever shared with Callie.

But Gabby had made a request. And James was not one to leave a lady waiting on that. One hand keeping her braced so she didn't fall onto William, even if his hands on her woudl help keep her up. James let his other hand trail so very gently down her sides, keeping hte motion patient and smooth, despite the increasing force of thrusts that he and William were both doing. Their breath was getting more and more ragged, and the already slick and tight feeling of Gabby was getting tighter, letting them both know that they were close themselves, almost at their limits. James let his hand drift around to Gabby's stomach, then trailing lower. His fingers pressed down on her clit without further preamble, massaging it directly, not letting any part of her lack for proper stimulation. James gave a low, shuddering groan as he felt himself coming, shooting himself up deep into Gabby, keeping himself sheathed in her, William doing the same from below, riding this feeling as long and as hard as they could.
 
Gabby moved, at her father’s urging, never questioning anything. William’s lips were warm, sucking the air from her. Her nose flared as she struggled to breathe, but Gabby never tried to pull away from him. Somehow everything just seemed to work, to mesh, to blend. She couldn’t tell where she ended and they began. They moved, existed, as one in this moment. With every thrust from them, she moved, accommodating one and then the other. There were so many hands, so much of her body touched, her mind scrambled to take it all in, just as her body did with both of them.

Her father’s hand traced down her side, drawing a shiver from her. Her body, covered in a thin layer of sweat, chilled as the air in the room kissed her skin. Then there was the contrast of his warm fingers moving against her skin. The sensation was incredible. She smiled. Just when she was sure there was no more either of them could give her, they astounded her further. For a moment, she remembered her mother had been in the room. Gabby wondered for a moment where she was. It was a brief break in her thoughts from the pleasure she was bathing in. Bliss such as this will not be denied or overshadowed by anything for long, and it came flooding back to her as James’ fingers began to massage her clit. She could not deny the moan in her throat. Breaking the kiss from William, the sound seemed almost inhuman. Her hands left William’s and raced for her father’s. She wanted him to hold in her place as her own movements increased. Words spilled from her mouth, but Gabby wasn’t fully aware of them. “Yes daddy,” and, “So close,” drifted in the air. With her eyes closed, her face contorted showing just how close she was. Gabby couldn’t believe even with his prodding she was still unable to fall from the ledge that teased her so. It was frustrating, and her clit ached, begging for the release that seemed just out of reach.

They both found their release. The rush of warmth from both of them forced her eyes open wide, and Gabby drew in a breath and held it. Suddenly everything aligned. The manipulations on her clit, the cum filling her, their bodies sheathed deep inside her, all combined granting the climax that she so wanted the ability to rip through her, claiming her, and allowing her to revel in this orgasmic moment with them. She groaned, her declaration becoming almost a cry, as a smile melted across her face. Gabby was glowing as she literally rode through the pleasure. The tightness between the two men was now alleviated slightly as her sex grew wet. She gushed, her body feeling the relief. Gabby knew every muscle in her body would be exhausted, but it would all be worth it. She chuckled slightly before taking a deep breath. “I can see it daddy,” she told him. “I can finally see it. It’s here….right in front of me. It’s all been….worth it. I see it..and I have it now..daddy. Daddy,” she laughed speaking the last word. “I see it.”
 
James felt hismelf shiver slightly as everyone involved came down from the high of it all. He gave himself a few deep breaths before he slid out of Gabby.
"Oh, I think we can all see it now Gabby. He chuckled as he stood up, stretching. He was feeling loose now, far more relaxed than he'd expected to. He was grinning as he made it to the steps, finding his clothes, and starting to get dressed. He still had work to get to.

William was panting, his arms coming around Gabby, staying inside of her. He had no real incentive to move, to do anything than stay here and enjoy the moment, the closeness with Gabby in the afterglow. More intense, more powerful than he'd ever felt with anyone, he knew it wasn't just about doubling up on her, it was the culmination of everything that had been happening that day. Gabby had gone all out really, putting everythign that she was out there, and joining him in that. He doubted there would be a time quite so memorable for a long long time. His hand trailed along her back, just enjoying the feeling of her over him, the lazy thought of rolling over and getting over her to keep moving, but he knew that she was spent, and frankly, so was he. Sooner or later he had to get up, he had to go meet Ger, talk to him, feed him the prepared story to put him at ease, adn bring him into the fold. One more step forwards.
 
Gabby’s mind was wrapped around it, the truth that was right in front of her. The emotions overwhelming her were strong. She was so certain of what she would say and do when the moment came, and now that it was here, she felt as though she were short circuiting, unsure of which direction to go first. She winced as James slipped from her. His voice, the way he laughed, all of it made it so clear which direction to go now. Striking clarity took hold of her. She smiled looking at him, watching him move to the steps and begin to dress.

William’s hand moved along her spine, and Gabby pushed against him, lifting her body up further. He was still inside her. That became too much. She was tired, her muscles exhausted, but Gabby knew she had to climb from him. “You,” she said, her gaze still fixed on James. “One. You again. Two,” she spoke as she poured all her energy into moving from William. His cock free of her sex, touching her thigh as she rolled over to her back. “William. Three. Mom,” she began, pausing to take deep breaths. “Four. William again. Five.” Gabby took a deep breath as she grunted and rolled over again until she was on her hands and knees. “You again. Six. Six times.” She found her feet and started to slowly move towards him. “I can see the finish line. I did it. Six times. I willingly gave myself six times. So we’re done. Did you honestly think I would see things your way,” she asked, tilting her head, her face showing her disgust. “Did you really THINK….I would actually WANT….this,” she gestured towards William and Callie. “How could you possibly think I would want to BE as SICK as all of you?” She paused for a moment before erupting into laughter. “Oh you’re crazy. You’re all crazy, and me?” She placed her hands on her chest and leaned back slightly, her expression one of happiness. “I’m free…., and now I’ll be on my way. Will I go to the police and tell them everything..everything daddy..that you did? Will I tell them how demented this entire family is? Who knows,” she shrugged, lowering her hands and heading past him. She pushed past him on the steps, heading for the bottom of them where she stopped and looked back at him. “You lose da….James. You lose.”
 
James felt himself chill slightly at Gabby's words, but he also felt himself start to smile as she went on her long and victorious speech. He took a few slow, sauntering steps towards her.
"You know Gabby, you're almost right. If I'm being generous, you could count what you just experienced with me and WIlliam as two, adn why not, I'll be generous about it. However, you seem to be missing a very key thing." He turned to look at Callie, his love, and smiled at her. His head aimed back at Gabby. "Callie, your mother, was never part of any agreement that we had in this regard. So know Gabby. You are not free, you have not won. And I think everyone here is about spent for now, so that will have to wait for the moment. And until that point happens, you'll be stuck with the rest of us sick people in the house." He told her, his face alighyt with a certain amount of glee at the words.

She had been so sure, so clear, and so very very confident in her count. But there was an edge of the desperate to what she was doing. And frankly, that had made her indulge in wishful thinking. And now James simply cocked his head, letting the full weight of her expectations being torn apart come crashing down around her. The fallout was going to be...fascinating to observe.

William blinked, looking at Gabby as she went through her process. He shook his head. It wasn't right. It wasn't true. He'd seen her eyes, seen her, felt her, of all the people in the world, he knew Gabby. She ahdn't been pretending, she'd been feeling it all, she knew what it was like, and she was...rejecting them? She thought that little of them all? Of him? He lingered his gaze on her a moment, feeling a moment of dampness around his eyes, the start of tears, but he blinked them away. He shook his head, and then looked away from her. There was an angry set to his jaw as he stood up off of the floor, and advanced, coming close to standing beside James. He shook his head, and didn't look at Gabby. He moved down the steps, paying her absolutely no mind, and walked past her to his room, slamming hte door.
 
How could one moment of such joy go so horribly wrong within seconds? Callie stood there, beaming, as her family slowly parted from what could only be described as a dream come true. They had all taken from one another. It was mutual. It was perfect, and as Gabby opened her mouth, Callie began to see it was all a lie. Such venom, such hate, spewed from her lips. She could feel her sense of security, their family secret kept well, slipping away. Gabby would leave, and she would not hesitate to divulge to the world what had taken place behind these closed doors. She would find her grandparents, and she would tell them everything, destroying them as well. It was clear Gabby wanted to hurt them all as badly as she had been hurt. All of her certainty that she could be enlightened was dashed. Her child, this girl, would never see the light, and now she was a clear threat to their way of life.

She had made her way over to James as he spoke, and Callie watched as the emotions swept across Gabby’s face. Her smug, confident smile faded as she began to realize he was right. She watched as her little girl went from elated, to shattered, and finally consumed by rage. She had revealed her true nature, and in doing so clearly hurt them all. She was seen now for who she really was. Callie wanted to wait to see what she would do, but William…. He breezed by her as well as he decended the stairs and disappeared from sight. The disconnection from his sister was cold. Moments ago his arms had been wrapped around her while he made love to her, and now he couldn’t even look at her. It was just another sign of how horribly wrong this had all gone. Callie quickly flew down the stairs, touching James’ shoulder and squeezing gently for a moment to let him know her heart went out to him as well, but right now she needed to be with her son. It was an unspoken gesture, but such was their relationship that she was sure he would understand.

The door had slammed hard. Callie opened it, just enough to slip inside, and closed. It was as if she was trying to keep the rest of the world from invading this space, their space. She wanted to keep it all at bay for him. He deserved that much. She could feel his emotions radiating from him. Despite the adult acts that had taken place in the attic, he was still her little boy, and right now, he needed her. She went to him, wrapping her arms around him silently. No words were needed. Embracing him, she kissed his head and tightened her grip. Callie had become his lover, but she would also always be his mom. Whether he wanted his mother or his new lover, she was there ready to be whatever he needed her to be.

Gabby was stunned. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. His words hung in her ears. Her mind silently willed them to not be heard, to not be the truth that she knew they were. No matter how badly she wanted it to not be so, it was. Finally her eyes closed slowly, just as James tilted his head. This nightmare wasn’t over. One. More. Time. She had come this far. One more time shouldn’t have felt like a million, but it did. Gabby knew she should just open her eyes, nod to him, and walk away, gather her thoughts, and return to finish this insane deal, but Gabby was a hot head. Her emotions grew, like a wave nearing the shore, gaining height and speed, ready to crash, and when they finally did, her eyes opened quickly.

There were no words as she turned on her heels and headed down the hall. She wanted to get away from him, out of his sight. Gabby knew she could let her emotions show as soon as she was, and that would feel good. On one side of the hall, William’s room came first. No. That wasn’t an option. She hadn’t thought about how he didn’t look at her. It was simply that she didn’t want to be around him as well. Truth be told, and she was sure it was no surprise to any of them, she didn’t want to be around any of them. On the other side of the hall, she came to the game room. The door was open. It was always open. By the time she got inside, Gabby was panting her anger, her rage, was so great. Tears had started to stream down her face. She hadn’t noticed. Her eyes darted around the room, and she was suddenly overwhelmed with memories of spending time in there with various members of the family. Playing games on the big screen television, checkers, darts, and of course pool. “No,” she said aloud to no one. “No! This can’t be..real. It can’t be..happening. One..more..time. I can’t do it. I can’t.” Her hands came up to her temples and laced in her hair. She pulled as her face turned red with anguish. Releasing the hold on her hair, she slammed her hands into the pool table and shouted, “I hate you!” Her chest rose and fell rapidly as Gabby gave into the tears a bit more. Looking around the room, she stopped on the darts. They were stuck in the dart board still. A memory of her and James playing played out in her mind like a movie. Slowly she walked over and pulled the first dart out. Tossing it over her shoulder, she quickly reach for another. One by one she pulled them all from the board, discarding them with no care to the floor. When the last dart was in her hand, she stopped and turned around to see the table once more. It felt good taking the darts from the board and throwing them to the floor. She wondered how good it would feel to do more damage. Gabby approached the table, making sure to take her time as she did so. A smile was on her lips. It was no prelude to the wrath she was about to unleash. Drawing back with both hands holding the dart, she dug it deep into the pool table and racked it across the material. The sound cut through the air, only accompanied by her cry. It was her battle cry. Again she lifted the dart and brought it down once more. The feeling was more satisfying than the first time. Her smile grew, and Gabby knew she had to do this again and again and again. In her mind, she saw every time she had given herself to either of them. The feelings were relived as she ripped the table to shreds. Only when her arms were shaking did she stop. Stumbling back, Gabby bumped into the rack that held the baseball bats and tennis rackets. Grabbing a bat, she headed over to the television and smashed it. Starring at her destruction, she then hurled the bat towards the window shattering it. Gabby was exhausted. Releasing her anger had been therapeutic. For the moment, it was overcome by her sadness. She leaned against the remains of the pool table, the material now a mauled mess. There was no remorse, no twinge of guilt. It was destroyed, along with the tv and window, just as her innocence and relationship with her family now was. In her mind, they deserved this and so much more. Only when she was free would they truly get what they deserved. When the authorities knew and came knocking on their door, ready to take them away in handcuffs would they finally be dealt the justice they deserved. When the intimates had their fun with the rapist and his wife, would they know her pain. When the cameras and newspapers all reported on these events, leaving their lives a shambled mess, they would know what they had done. Newspapers. Cameras. No. If she told anyone, then they would know what had happened to her, what she had done. Sure she had her reasons, the so called deal with her dad, but they would know she had engaged in sexual acts with him and her brother. No. The world couldn’t know about this. No one could know about this. Gabby wiped away her tears, a new found strength taking over. One more time, and she would be free. One more time. He had said it couldn’t happen tonight, but it would happen tomorrow, after they had all rested, and by this time tomorrow, she would be free.
 
Pants. James needed them if he was going to make it to work in decent time, but he knew that he needed to be on hand for a little longer, making sure that the fallout was contained. he did trust William to make sure that things stayed on track, but that was under normal circumstances. And William was taking Gabby's little performance rather personally. Callie going to comfort him was a good move, it would help him anchor himself in place. William coming loose at this turn could be a disaster, and very very dangerous. If James went to work and William decided to go off and rescue his sister, Callie was unlikely to be able to stop him if he didn't succumb to her charms.

James was dressed when he heard the crashing coming from the game room, and he had every thought as to what was happening, after the ruin that had been left behind in the play house. He walked past the sound, and head back into the basement, heading to a cabinet. He pulled the door open, and slid his hand along the bottom of a shelf. He found the catch, and popped it, pulling the false bottom up. He took the bottle that was there, and then head back upstairs. He grabbed a dish towel from the kitchen, pulling the cap off the bottle, and tipping it into the towel. He pushed the door open.

The ruin was complete, and he felt a part of himself harden at this. The play house was one thing, but this? His actual home? Gabby destroying it further was legitimately enraging him, and he was half a mind to take it out on her. His anger froze over, locking soldi in him when he saw what she'd done to the pool table. There was more than anger there, it was...fear. Not for himself, but he knew that what had happened here was likely going to cost Gabby far more than she thought it would. James shook his head, adn stepped forward, his hand shooting out to grab Gabby by the hair, and haul her around.

"You know Gabby, I think I'm about done indulging your little tantrums like this." He hissed to her, that real anger present in his voice. He turned her head, aiming it at the pool table. "And what's more, I don't even think you realize what it is you've done. But don't you worry, I'm sure that we'll have all of that made clear to you in crystal clarity. Very very soon." He brought the towel up to her mouth, the chloroform cloth covering her mouth and nose. Jame held her firmly there, making sure she had no choice but to breathe the fumes, knowing that it wouldn't be long before she was out.

William had his fists clenched, there was so much hurt, so much pent up anger now. He'd always wanted to help Gabby, help her see it all in real clarity. He'd never wanted to hurt her, not really. But right now, he did. He wanted to do things to her, bring her pain and fear and horror, and make her see how bad it could have been. Sister, lover, whatever. It was there. He heard the door close so veryu quietly behind him, and he knew that the only person that might try to be that quiet would be Callie. It was confirmed when he felt her arms around him, holding herself close to him. William let a hand rest on her arms, and closed his eyes. A part of him felt like he was a child again, just a kid that wanted to cry beside his mother, because he felt like he was losing his sister. But even as he let those emotions rattle around loose in his mind, raw and exposed, he felt a sense of calm coming to him. Acting off of emotion wasn't going to help him. He had to be a man now, the kind of man his father had taught him to be. Not in the last few days, but how he'd been raised all along. He let out a shaky breath, and opened his eyes.

He gave Callie's arm a squeeze, reassurance, and turned in her grasp, looking her in the eye. He managed a smile. He leaned in to kiss her, making sure he put real feeling into it, real emotion. When he pulled back, his smile was solid, in place, stable.
"I'm okay. I'll be okay." He told her, that sense of calm strength coming from his words. "I'll have to...get ready. I've got a promise to keep for you. Gotta make some arrangements for you to have Ger help keep you satisfied." He told her as he stroked her cheek witht he back of his hand.
 
Gabby turned her attention away from him as soon as she heard his footsteps entering the room. There was nothing he could say that she wanted to hear, and she certainly didn’t want to see his face. Her anger was still there, creating a wall between them. His hand broke through that wall with ease, seizing her by her hair. Gabby yelped, her hand reaching for his wrist instinctively. It was pointless to try and pry his hand from her hair. His fingers had laced through her strands. He would likely release her before she could removes his fingers one by one. His words clearly showed his anger. ‘Good,’ Gabby thought. ‘Let him be angry.’ She smiled softly at him, the corners of her mouth barely turning upright before he aimed her towards the pool table. Her brow furrowed. ‘It’s just a stupid pool table.’ She wanted to shake her head, to let him know she didn’t get it and to berate him for being so upset over something so insignificant. Before she could part her lips to speak, the cloth covered her nose and mouth. Her eyes opened wide in shock and fear. Gabby was a smart girl. She knew from the smell on the cloth and the very act itself what he was doing. Never had she thought that her father….that James….would have something like this in the house. He had no reason to. Her hands reached for his, but already two deep breaths had pulled the substance into her body. She knew what would happen. Her fingernails raked at his hands. Two more deep breaths. Her throat screamed, trying to attract the attention of anyone. Two more deep breaths. She could feel her limbs losing strength. Her throat ached, and yet the sounds were muffled. The effects were gripping her, far more so than he was. Gabby felt her hands slip from him as her arms went limp. Her legs would soon follow. Another breath or two and she would be unconscious. Her gaze fell to the pool table as the once vibrant green material began to fade into nothing.

William was being so strong. She could see it in his eyes and feel it in his kiss. He really was becoming a man. Being a man meant more than knowing how to fuck a woman. It meant being strong and taking care of whatever situation came along. William was proving he would be able to do all of that. “I’m so….proud of you. You are everything your father and I wanted.” She knew Gabby was on his mind, but she also knew this was a sore spot. It would be for a while. It mattered little though, as she didn’t really know what to say to him. Certainly she hoped they could still change Gabby’s mind, but if they didn’t, then that would mean they would lose her. It wasn’t something he wanted to hear. She knew that. It wasn’t something she wanted to hear. They would have to move, start their lives over somewhere else. Gabby would certainly lead the police straight to them, but that was a problem for another day. Right now her only concern was right in front of her.

“As for Ger,” she smiled, wanting to change the subject, “I trust you baby. I know you know exactly what to do.” No sooner had the words left her mouth did she hear the screaming sound coming from the game room. All the crashing sounds she had known were Gabby releasing her aggression, but those screams were from someone truly afraid. “What the hell,” she said, leaping from the bed. “Don’t hurt her baby,” she began as she threw the door opened and headed down the hall. “James,” she called out. “Don’t hurt…..her.” The last word whispered as she saw the devastation Gabby had left in her path. Both hand cupped her gaping mouth. It was destroyed. The pool table was destroyed. ‘How could she?’ The question unspoken as Callie couldn’t find her voice yet. Tears formed in her eyes. Quickly her hand batted them away as she straightened her back and stared at James holding a now unconscious Gabby. “She did this. She ruined..this..room..our home..our..place..our..pool table. She…..,” Callie shook her head. “All I wanted..was for her to understand..to try..and embrace our family’s way..of loving each other..and all she did..was destroy..everything. She wants out. I get that, and she can be out. She still owes..one..more..try, and she’s GOING to do..it. Ever since she was born..if she misbehaved..she was punished. So James..punish her. She didn’t care..if she destroyed something that meant a lot to me and you. She doesn’t care..if she hurts us. So hurt her baby. Make her feel all the pain..she’s caused me. She thinks it’s so terrible to have to fuck two hot men,” Callie laughed. “Show her what real pain is baby. Hurt her for me. Hurt her for yourself. We tried to be nice to her. We tried to be gentle. I’m done being nice. I’m done being gentle. What about you?”
 
James was waiting for Callie to arrive really, expecting it as he took the cloth of of Gabby's face now that she was completely limp in his arms. And she did not dissapoint. He saw the look of horror, and then building rage showing up on Callie face, in her voice, saying what James had known, or maybe hoped, she would. Done being nice. She was letting him take the gloves off, stop being retrained or controlled. He could show Gabby the full entire weight of how easy he'd been going on her. How much worse it could have been. And that made him smile only faintly. The anger was still there, the desire of something rough and dangerous to inflict. he kept that under control for the exact moment. He knew he could put that to good use sooner rather than later, but he was going to have to properly prepared for that. He nodded his head at Callie.

"Oh, I think I'm well past being nice. I think when she comes to, I'm going to give her a proper education on how easy she's had it before now. I'll do everything I can to bring her around, bring her to heel, show her exactly what happens when you cross the line with us. I don't think she really understands just how much you've been protecting her up until now. And now we're going to show her." He answered her, meeting her gaze, that same fierce light burning in his eyes that had been there all through the first time they had been in this kind of situation. That same kind of passion that had lead him to take Callie, to eventually bring her around. He'd crossed a line with her once, adn it had nearly cost him any chance with her. He'd been wary of that with Gabby. But maybe he needed to go the other direction with her than he'd gone with Callie. Cross those lines, force things harshly with her, break down her resistance that way. One way or another, he'd break it all down. He shifted his grip on Gabby, moving her to one arm, and hiking her up to put her over one shoulder in a fireman carry. With his newly freed hand, he reached out and grabbed Callie's upper arm, pulling her roughly to him, pressing his lips to hers, taking a hot and heavy kiss from her, a kind of savage reassurance in that moment. "Trust in me Callie. I'll make sure that this works itself through. She will have her punishment. And you will have both revenge and justice for what she took from you here today. I'll make it right." He promised her. He winked at her, a real smile on his face. It wasn't a pleased smile, a happy one. It was the smile of a well fed predator finding his prey in sight.

James carried Gabby out of the games room, heading for her room. Her old room, he corrected himself. She had sworn off hte family, all it's trappings. If that was how she felt, then he'd be showing her exactly what was wrong with that kind of outlook later on. He might offer the room to Sophie, but then he knew that would be a waste. The girl would be warming one bed or another every night if he was correct on how she seemed to be acting. That in and of itself appealed to James, making sure that if Callie was spending her time with William, he didn't have to share a woman if he didn't want to. And having a young, devoted woman in the house was...appealing to say the least. A fine addition to things. William certainly had and eye for women. Jame dumped Gabby on the bed, before scavenging around the room for a few moments, as well as taking a few things from his own bedroom. He put leather cuffs on her forearms, and linked them together behind her back. He'd tested them himself, the chain was well made steel, adn the leather strong enough to stand upt to a knife. There was no way she was getting out of them. He put similar cuffs on her ankles, and linked them together. Then another chain was set between teh two, curling her feet up and making it so she couldn't straighten her legs. James put her on her stomach, but turned her head to one side, making sure she could breathe while she was out cold. The chemical he'd used was a powerful one. She'd be out for the day, and the night as well. She might be coming to sometime towards noon of tomorrow. Time enough to get things set up.

He left her there, gettign his shirt on, making himself ready for work, adn heading downstairs. He found William by the door, gettign ready to leave himself.
"Going somewhere?" James asked.
"Meeting up with Ger. Got a promise to keep for Callie." William supplied.
"Sure. Be careful? And good luck." The two nodded at one another, trading a smile. "And make sure he's ready for tonight." They both grinned at the thought. Tonight was going to be a very particularly fun night.

William met up with Ger, and his friend looked concerned.
"So what's going on man? You said that something big had happened?" Ger asked. William nodded, preparing himself.
"Yeah. I found out my parents...aren't really my parents. Turns out I'm adopted." William answered.
"What? Seriously? Dude, you look so much like your dad though!"
"Why do you think they picked me and Gabby fuckwit? Because it was easy to pass us off as their biological kids. But...no one in the house is actually related to one another by blood."
"Fuck! Jesus man, how are you dealing with that?"
"Better than you might think. There's...benefits to not being related."
"Like what?"
"Well, Callie sucks a mean cock." William nodded as he spoke, and Ger felt his eyes bug out.

"What?! Dude, are you...what the fuck?!" Ger sputtered.
"Hey, it's just the truth man. Gabby too, but Callie's just something else." William smiled as he spoke.
"So she's not your mom, and she's blowing you. Are you fucking her too?"
"Oh yeah, and everything she is with her mouth? Even better with fucking."
"Gods damn it man! that is just...incredibly not fair!" William all but grinned. Ger had swallowed the bait. Which left him right where he needed him.
"What, you pissy because I'm not sharing?"
"Well, yeah! Callie's gorgeous!"
"Well, then how about helping me out with something tonight? There's a plan int he works, and we could use your help." Ger perked up at the mention of this, adn grinned.
"Sure. What do you need from me?"

James grunted under the weight of the beam, but helped lever it in place. With all of the sex he'd been having lately, there was a strange catharsis to honest work. His phone chimed at him, and he checked it. He smiled. It had been a decent portion of the day thus far, gettign close to lunch break, when he dialled Callie's phone. WHen she answered he spoke calmly.
"Hey love. Bad news. I'm going to be stuck here later than I wanted. You'll probably be in bed by the time I get home. Don't wait up for me, okay? I promise I'll make it worth your while though." he smiled as he said the last. "I've got to run. Love you." He hung up, and got back to the task at hand.

William called a few hours later, telling Callie that He was going to be staying at Ger's tonight, making sure that he could get his friend away from home for a few days to make sure that Callie got the full benefit of the newest addition to the plan. Everything was in place.

It was past midnight, the house was dark. Whatever had transpired for the day, it was clear that nothing in the house was moving. It was on that note that three men, all dressed in black, with ski masks over their faces and wearing gloves advanced on the back door. The lead man forced the door open, it slid open with a loud crack, carrying upstairs very easily. They didn't seem to mind, filing in, two of them moving with easy confidence, the last a little nervous. But they moved into the house, their footsteps not quite quiet, those carrying faintly upstairs as well. The break in was underway.
 
James was reassuring. He was more than that. The way he drew her into him, the kiss, the smile, the look, it was all so familiar. Gabby had taken something so precious to her away, and here was James giving her something she had missed so dearly. Him, not the present him she had that would take her and ravage her body, but the him that had claimed her so many years ago. This was the him that had restrained her on that pool table and ripped her virginity from her. She had hated it so, but James was persistent. It always came back to that pool table in her mind though. A symbol of where it all began, and now, due to Gabby’s temper tantrum, it lay in ruins. After James left, she made her way over to it and let the shredded felt slip through her fingers. She could still feel his belt around her wrists and hear her pleas for him to stop. Her body was tense, covered in sweat, and then she felt it, him, his cock pressing inside of her. It was a memory that was halted as her attention was drawn back to the remains of the pool table. Callie knew she would always have the memory, but now there was no way they could relive that day. Gabby had seen to that. “Well now he’ll see to it that you know exactly what you did,” she whispered.

Turning away, she heard William heading down the stairs. Part of her wanted to stop him, to enjoy him, but truthfully she knew they both needed a break. Though he was young, William was only human after all, and she didn’t want to monopolize his time, as easy as that would be. Instead she emerged from the hall and leaned against the frame of the door. Another memory sprang into her mind, one that made her smile. The endurance test. James had tied her up, hanging from a door frame, only to see how many times she could cum before her body went limp. For a brief moment, she thought about asking him to repeat that test again. She was certain she could last a lot longer now. Then again, James is a talented man. His tongue, his body, can bring on powerful orgasms. Closing her eyes, Callie allowed the memory to wash over her. It was only the sound of James heading down the stairs that drew her from her reverie. She could hear the muffled voices of the two chatting before the door closed. Callie knew she was alone. ‘Good,’ she thought. ‘I need a drink.’ Pausing she shook her head. ‘No. I’m not going to let my daughter push me so far I take a drink. No. ‘ Nodding Callie knew exactly what she wanted to do.

She would spend the day by the pool relaxing and taking a swim. The silence and loneliness of the day drew into night, and Callie was feeling it. Hours passed, and she was ready for her family to come home. Though Gabby was still in the house, she made no attempt to go in and look on her. James was taking care of her now. She wanted to wait as long as she could before preparing dinner. When her phone rang, she was happy. Thinking it was James telling her he was on his way home, she answered with a huge smile on her face. As he spoke, her smile faded. “Fine,” was all she said as she hung up. Callie didn’t want to sound angry or disappointed, but in truth, she was both. Deciding she wouldn’t waste her energy on cooking, Callie ordered out and spent the rest of the evening watching television.

After a while, she retired to her bed, ready to put thoughts of Gabby out of her mind. Her body had just settled on the edge of teetering over into sleep when she heard the noise. Sitting up she listened more intently. ‘What was that,’ she thought, instinctively looking to where James would be had he been home. Remembering her was gone, she frowned. When she heard the second noise, the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs, she sprang from the bed and scanned the room. There was nothing she could see to use as a weapon. ‘Nothing! Are you kidding me? There’s somebody in the house, and I can’t find anything! Anything but…..’ She remembered the bat in the closet. Callie had to hide it after one of Gabby’s rants. She was angry with William or James, it was hard to remember, about something stupid and threatened to smash their car in. Callie had slipped it from the game room. She wrapped her fingers around it tightly and took a firm stance as she watched the doorknob. “I’m warning you,” she yelled. “If you don’t tell me who you are, I’m gonna knock your damn head off if you come in here! Just stay the fuck away! You hear me!” She was scared, nervous, her heart pounded in her chest as she panted through gritted teeth. Her body was already covered in a thin layer of sweat, and her silk, sheer nightgown clung to her. “Get out of my house you mother fucker! Get out of my fucking house!”
 
The voice thatr came through was...nervous, afraid, threatening.
"Hey? Thought there was supposed to be no one home!" One oft he men hissed out, not as quietly as he should have to keep it from other people int he house. The voice was rough, scratchy, the kind that would belong to someone late into a life of smoking a few packs a day.
"Was supposed to be empty. Shit." Another answered, his on voice was low in pitch, gravelly, sounding like someone that had been a hard drinker of strong liquor for a long time. He flexed his hand a moment, adn rest it ont he doorknob. He turned it quickly, pushed the door open, and swept into the room.

He stayed low, his head below the doorknob, but tossed a bag that he'd been carrying at head height, giving the woman something to swing at, and something at the expected level. It wouldn't do to get brained by something if she was looking to make this hard. The other two were only a second behind him, all of them moving in a mass. The first man moved tot eh side of Callie, his hand swinging out in a wide arc to hit the back of her knee, looking to knock her off balance. As the bat was in motion, the other two reached out, grabbing at her arms, looking to bear her to the ground, restrain her.
 
She could hear their voices. ‘Two of them!’ Her eyes widened in fear. ‘There’s two of them! What if I can’t….I’ll have to take down….Of all the nights for you to not be here James,’ she thought, gripping the bat tighter, fighting back tears. Callie knew she couldn’t lose it. Not yet. Blinking back the moisture that threatened her eyes, she focused on the door, ready to pounce at a moment’s notice. Her elbow lifted as she drew the bat back over her shoulder. Her time playing the game was coming into play now. Though she was focused, she was also on edge. The bat wavered over her shoulder, and Callie was sure she was leaving indentations into the wood from her firm hold.

The door flew open, and a mass of darkness moved into the room. They were swift. She saw of form in front of her, and the bat moved, connecting. As it did, she could tell it was not human. The form gave minimal resistance. It was as if the bat sunk into the mass, doing no damage. Something collided against the back of her knee, and Callie felt herself falling. She screamed just as the hands grabbed her arms. It was then she realized she was not in control. The bat, the situation, her own body were all now under the control of the darkness that had come into the room. “James!” she screamed, knowing he wasn’t home. It was a reflex, instinct to call to someone who would help her. “James.” Her second cry wasn’t as loud as the first. The reality that he wasn’t home was hitting harder now. Callie was losing her battle with her emotions, and she became aware of that as she felt a stray tear streak across her skin. No. She wasn’t about give them that satisfaction. Pressing her lips together, her eyes darted from form to form. “What do you want,” she hissed. “Money? Take it, but make sure you get far away because if I find you, I will kill you. I’ll slit your damn throats,” she yelled, pulling against the men holding her arms. “You’re fucking pathetic. You hear me. Cowards!” Her eyes gazed up at the ceiling. To look at them was something she wasn’t going to do. “Well go on! Take what you want, and get the fuck out of my house! Do it,” she yelled once more as she fought against the men holding her. It was futile, but Callie wasn’t showing them she still had some fight inside of her.
 
So much spit and rage, all of it flowing freely, it made one of hte men smile behind his mask. She wasn't teh kind fo take anything easily, she'd go down swinging or take them all on. But she was on the floor, pinned there, and without much hope of getting back up without them letting it happen. There was a moment of pause, listening to her. The man that had struck her leg jerked his head.
"Hey. Check the side tables." He gruffly ordered. Neither man near Callie moved, but the third of them, still silent, moved into the room, passing through Callie's line of sight, letting her know that her odds were actually worse than she might have thought before.

"Got it. Few hundred bucks." The third man growled out. His voice was a little higher, an edge to it, like he was riding the edge of excitement with what was happening. The other two seemed more experienced, laid back, calm. Professional. Still, the one that had struck her legs, off to the side of her, seemed to be taking his time to look over her, taking in the way her silk night gown clung to her, that it had stuck to her in places as she'd sweat wwith fear and nerves. And clearly no small amount of anger.
"Good." The man growled back out. A gloved finger came to brush along her shoulder, flicking along the strap of her night gown. "Take what we want eh? Maybe we found ourselves a little...bonus." He pulled the strap to bring it off of her shoulder adn hang loose on her arm.
"She's pretty fuckin' hot. Yeah, let's do this." The man holding her said with a touch of heat in his voice. He wanted this to happen quickly.

"Get her hands." The man beside her, the apparent leader of the group, ordered. The third man grabbed at her arms, scrabbling to get a grip, and pulling her arms up over her head. "Wait. Move her." The other two looked at him a moment, but he gestured, moving to help. He got an arm around her legs, gripping them at the knees, and lifting her up, the other lifting her up and carrying her to teh foot of the bed, leaving her on the floor. The leader undid his belt with a hidden grin behind his mask. He lashed her wrists together witht eh belt, keeping her hands out of the way. He had other plans for later, but for now, she was in a good position. He jerked his head to the third man, encouraging him to move. Gloved hands moved tentatively, but he slid them along her chest, roughly gathering her breasts, squeezing, kneading, to the wordless encouragement of the others. The second man had straddled her, and was pushing his hands up her nightgown, reaching along her thighs, going farther up.
 
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