Anonymous - She!

"Not with both of them," I said.

"Oh. Just dad or just mom?" she spit.

"Both of them. But not together."

"What? You made love to both of them?"

"Sure. And with you and your brothers."

"So now you've fucked everybody in the family." I laughed.

"I love you all."

"Literally," she hissed.

"Yes." She was quiet in my arms for a long time, her fingers tracing up and down across my wrist.

"I'm sorry Sue," she said. "I shouldn't blame you. I mean there's nothing you can do."

"Let me understand. You've made love to your brothers and you've made love to me. You're just upset because you haven't made love to either of your parents. Is that right?" She laughed now and was quiet again for a long time.

"Yeah. I guess it sounds silly, doesn't it." She put her hands over mine on her stomach and hugged them. "I'm silly, aren't I?"

"No," I said. "No, I don't think so. Come on." I held on to her hand as I eased out of bed. "Come on," I insisted. Finally, she got up and followed me as I pulled her to the door, shutting it silently behind us. Then I walked to the door across from us and opened it. After she'd come in behind me, squeezing my hand as if asking what we were doing, I shut it again.

The moonlight was brighter in this room, shining directly in the window like a beacon. Phil lay on his side, facing the edge of the bed. Molly, her legs spread under the covers, was on her back. I moved to the bed and pulled down the sheet and light blanket to Phil's knees. He was nude in the moonlight.

Minni grinned as I guided her in laying down in front of her father, shaping her body to his curved one.

I walked quickly around the foot of the bed and pulled the covers down on Molly's side, looking at her nakedness, sprawled as she was. She turned toward Phil, seeking his warmth, as I crawled in behind her.

I reached between them and put my hand on Phil's bottom, rubbing it. He stirred.

I thought he was mostly awake when I heard Minni. "Daddy," she whispered. "I was jealous."

After saying goodbye to her mom and Sue, Minni skipped down the steps of the house and out to the sidewalk, turning toward the swimming pool. She had a bag filled with her towel and swimsuit in her hand.

Paul had said he would be at the pool today and her mother and Sue had encouraged her to go if she wanted to.

She was a little more than a block from home when the motorcycle pulled up next to her at the curb. She looked and saw the older boys, worry almost overwhelming her. Two leather clad boys sat one of the bikes while one rode the other.

"Hey, baby," the leader, on his solo bike with its long handlebars and high sissy bar, said. "Where you goin'?" She just walked on, paying no attention to them.

"Come on, baby!" the leader said. "It can't hurt to just say hello, can it?" She stared daggers at him. She'd seen him at the mall several times with his friends. He was obnoxious and pushy at the best of times. "Now stop!" he cried irritably.

"What do you want?" she said, exasperated. "Just leave me alone." He just grinned.

"You want to go for a ride, don't you?" It didn't sound like a question to her as she stood with her hand on her hip defiantly.

"No, I don't want to go for a ride," she said, shaking her head with the words.

"Snake," he said. "Bring her over here to my bike. I'll bet she wants to take a ride." For the first time, she was afraid as one of the boys got off the second bike and moved toward her. She dropped her bag and ran toward the pool, thinking to get there for help. As she ran, she could hear the boots of the boy closing in behind her and the bike motors revving.

She was across the street from the pool entrance when the motorcycle pulled in front of her with it's smiling driver. A hand caught the back of her tanktop at that moment as she started to sidestep the motorcycle.

She kicked and screamed as the heavy boy behind her pushed her to the motorcycle and the leader lifted her leg over the hot leather seat in front of him. She could feel the more intense heat of the motor between her calves and the squeaky leather against her back.

The motorcycle jumped between her legs as he put his arm around her middle roughly. She didn't see the other boy jump onto the remaining motorcycle to follow.

Paul, waiting expectantly at the pool for her arrival, came out of the entrance and looked down the tree lined street, seeing the two motorcycles turn the corner a block away and accelerate away. Since he hadn't seen her on the bike, he waited for her another hour before he decided to go to her house to check on her.

She was forced to stay still on the speeding machine between her legs and it roared through town and out onto the highway south. As she couldn't have jumped off in town because of the speed, she certainly couldn't on the highway with the wind whipping her hair around her face like snakes striking her all over within its reach.

The bike slowed after what she guessed was five miles and turned onto a dirt road. Accelerating again on the slippery dirt surface, it moved swiftly through the trees for several more minutes before it pulled into the yard of a house. Three other motorcycles were leaning on their kickstands in neat order in front of the house. The leader stopped and let the weight of the bike roll it back beside the others. His heavy boot kicked the stand down so it could lean into the dirt. He shut off the motor and it immediately began popping and crackling as it started to cool.

"What are you doing?" she said loudly, overcoming her temporary deafness from the rushing wind and roaring motorcycle engine.

"Why, we're just gonna have a little fun, baby," he said, still with one arm around her middle as he nudged her toward the door of the house with his hip. He turned the handle on the door but kicked it open so it banged back against the wall. She noticed, as he moved her past it, that there was a hole in the wall where the inside handle had hit it on numerous occasions. Nearby there was another hole in the wall that looked to be about shoulder height and about 8 inches across. Someone had hit the wall there with a fist or something, she thought.

"Look what I got," he said into the living room.

Five other people looked up from various positions in the room – a couch, the floor, two heavy chairs. She recognized the rest of his group. Three were leather clad boys and the other two were the tough looking girls that hung around with them. All around them were stacks of garbage, empty pizza boxes, torn magazines, and empty beer cans.

"All right!" one of the boys said as he sat up on the floor, dumping one of the girls from his lap. "One of those little mall bitches."

"Yeah," the leader said. "Wanted to come see how the other side lives."

"Yeah? Great! We'll show you, won't we Scorpion?" He looked to the leader. Minni almost thought the silly animal names were funny except for her situation here. She was scared.

"Come on," the leader said and propelled her down the littered hallway and into a bedroom. He almost threw her toward an unmade military style twin bed covered with grey, stained sheets.

She looked back at him as she caught herself and turned to sit on the edge of the bed. The other five, with the two boys who'd been on the other motorcycle, crowded into the room and fanned out against the other wall. She noticed that there was a mattress on the floor with only a dirty, rumpled sleeping bag on it.

"Okay," the leader said. "Take off all your clothes." It was so matter-of-fact that she could only look at him open-mouthed with surprise.

"What?"

"Take off your clothes! Is that so hard to understand?"

"No," she said. "You have to be kidding!"

"Bitch. Tell her." One of the girls, obviously called Bitch by this group, smiled at her.