Chapter 10. Hazelcrest House

(Author's note: This chapter contains heavy sexual content.)

Meg entered the house and called out roughly. "You can come out, Hank, Sarah's not here." She stripped off her coat and lit a cigarette. She looked around the living room of the bungalow her brother had rented with some buddies, it was a mess. Empty pizza boxes half drunken beer bottles and used condoms were carelessly tossed about, making the place look more like a frat house than the sweet little house it had once been. Ordinarily, Meg would make some lewd joke about the untidiness, not today. Today she was too consumed with disappointment and frustration at having come so close to her goal.

Lana also moved though the piles rubbish, having grabbed a coke out of the fridge in the kitchen as they passed through. She shoved a pizza box off the couch before taking a seat on the dilapidated couch that sagged in the middle and had who-knew-what-sort of stains. She wondered to herself how many of the stains were of her making as she took a sip of the chilled soda bottle.

Hank strutted out of the bedroom completely nude; he stared at the two teen girls who were there. "What happened? Where's my virgin?" He asked, unmistakably displeased with the turn of events.

Meg paced, "I don't know."

"I told you not to give her those pills." Lana snipped.

Hank grabbed the girl pacing by the hair, yanking her to him. "What pills?"

"Sleeping pills," yelped the redhead. "I only put two in a coke." She batted at his hand. "You're hurting me!"

He looked over at Lana, "What happened?" He snarled, expecting to be answered without hesitation.

"Meg and I got to the mall and Sarah was in a toy store," Lana answered pointing to the girl whose hair was clutched in the man's iron grip. "Meg got a coke, dropped two pills in, even though I told her it was not a good idea." Lana knew she was snitching, that there would be hell to pay later, but right now all that mattered was letting Hank know what had happened. "She gave the coke to Sarah, and we took a few minutes to get Sarah to agree to come out here."

Hank pulled his stepsister's face up to his. "What happened?"

"I got on the bus, she was supposed to follow," Meg cried in pain. "I was getting in a seat, she was at the door. Then next thing I know, she's in some guy's arms, she should have just gotten on."

He turned to Lana, who picked the story up. "Sarah must have slipped on the icy patch at the stop. The pills must have kicked in and she started to go down, sliding under the bus." Lana turned so her face was away from the man's. "That's when he showed up."

Hank looked at his stepsister, "Doctor Mayfaire." She said without prompting. Hank looked at Lana and snapped his fingers, motioning her to continue.

Lana looked at Meg and backed up. "He caught Sarah, and talked to her. I wasn't close enough to hear what he said, but I could see she wasn't getting on the bus. So I did. Mayfaire led her away; across the street. I could see them crossing as we pulled away."

Hank let go of the hair he'd been clutching. "Meg, you fuckin' stupid little cunt, can't you do anything right?" He took a seat on the couch, his nakedness almost forgotten. "It was your fault this whole mess started with Mayfaire! If you had put the fuckin' sketch away, the old man would never have seen it."

Meg knelt down between his legs, she nodded. "Punish me," she begged in a little girl voice.

Hank smiled. "Suck me, cunt," He watched as her mouth opened to take in the bulbous head of his cock. He looked over at Lana, leaning back to enjoy the blow job his stepsister was giving. "Strip, and dance while you're doing it, slave."

Lana smiled; "Yes, Master."

Reaching down, Hank stroked the head of the girl working on his swollen manhood. "That's nice, Meg." He praised. "But it's gonna take a hellavalot more than just your pretty mouth and tongue to make it up to me." He heard her gurgled laugh and smiled at the girl doing a strip tease for him. He enjoyed the vibration on his cock that the laughter caused. "Here I planned on inviting a few friends in for a," he smiled darkly; "party."

Lana smiled as she touched herself while dancing the way she knew Hank liked. "Gang bang is more like it."

Hank laughed, "I guess I'll just have to be satisfied with fucking you two cunts, for now." He snapped his fingers at Lana, now naked and moving suggestively to a song in her head. "I want you both sucking and licking." He ordered. Lana moved to inside of his legs, as he spread his knees to give her room. The girl tucked her shoulder under his thigh, her long tongue moving in on his already busy phallus. He watched as they took turns and tried to out do each other. Tightening his balls he worked to stave off the release. "Now get each other wet." He directed. Meg reached over to pinch Lana's nipple, Lana giggle and leaned over to her to thrust her tongue into Meg's waiting maw. Hank always got off on watching his sister and her little playmate. He laughed. "My old man has no idea of what a whore his little girl is!"

Meg laughed and looked at him with an evil gleam in her blue-green eyes. "Like mother, like daughter, eh Hank?"

The mention of his stepmother brought another look of pleasure to the man's face. "The old man should know better than to let his hen strut with a young roster in the house." Hank reclined, "Okay, ladies, time to earn your keep. Lana, my face; Meg ride my rod."

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Meg was dressing, watching Hank use Lana's ass without mercy. He had been very angry and had taken it out on both the girls, but neither really minded. Meg lit a cigarette and brought it over to Hank who took a puff while working on his release of hot cum. Meg reached out her fingers and traced his pec, "Hank, what do we do now?"

"Oh, are you ready to follow orders?" He asked as he shoved deeper into the girl beneath him who was face down on the couch.

Meg nodded, taking a seat on the coffee table. "My way didn't work."

"You're not subtle." He accused as he ground into the girl, his hips mechanically pounding into her butt cheeks as he powered towards his climax, filling her with his juice. Lana beneath him gave a contented grunt. He slapped her rounded bottom and pulled out. "Meg, sleeping pills are stupid and traceable."

"I didn't think," she confessed. "I just wanted to get her here and make her pliable."

The man stood up, stretched and said, "Next time, and yes, Meg there will be a next time, use something that leaves less of a trail to follow. Try to be more creative, use something like some paint thinner, something that disappears all together."

Lana struggled back into her clothes after a quick trip to the bathroom. "So, when do we try again?" Lana was repairing her make-up, eyeliner to be exact; she took a Q-tip out of her purse, placing it in her mouth to moisten it. Meg could see that it got moistened, but it never dripped.

"Q-tip with paint thinner?" she picked up one of the extra cotton swabs out of Lana's purse; "A Q-tip with paint thinner." Meg looked at her co-conspirators for approval.

Lana batted her eyes as she finished her repair. "You'd need to wrap it in something, like plastic wrap."

Hank picked up his sisters' scarf. "You could pin the wrapped ends in your scarf, and no one would ever see them." He tossed the scarf to the girl.

Meg began to see what he was getting at. "I can break the wrap and playfully toss my scarf at her. Hank, you're an evil genius!"

"I'm just your average, horny devil." He mused once more he slapped the bottom on Lana. "Finish getting dressed, slut. I'll drive you bitches home. You can tell the old man I picked you up at the mall; he'll be impressed with me protecting our women folk."

Meg looked around the shambled living room, a wicked smile on her face. "You know something; it's too bad the old man found the picture. I'd have loved to have seen you fuck her in your exercise room, but that's out."

Hank went to wash up; he called out the open door. "I heard the old man say that doctor is giving his evaluation on Monday. Pop has to be there for the findings. Let's wait to see what this quack says. Then we can make plans." He snickered, "But I'm thinking Christmas. Maybe I'll buy tasseled pasties for each of you."