J. Watson: Gang-raped sisters

"Oh, Papa," she moaned.

He climbed off her as soon as they heard her mother knock on the door.

"What's going on in there? What are you two doing? You open the door this minute!"

They had to dress quickly and both looked tired and flushed. Her father opened the door and her mother came storming in.

"I hope you've done more than talk to her," her mother said fiercely.

"I have," her father said truthfully, and Beverly almost giggled.

Beverly's mother gave her a stem look. "Now we'll have supper," Beverly's father said. There was stem tone to his voice that Beverly had never noticed before. Beverly's mother heard it also. She looked at her husband and was about to say something.

"Supper," he demanded.

"Y-Yes, dear," Beverly's mother said. Beverly had the sudden feeling that her mother was going to get a little prick that evening.

Beverly finished sweeping out the last of her stalls and put her broom away. She was hot, tired, and sweaty, and ready for her evening ride.

"Sissy," Mr. Juniper called. "Hey, Sissy!"

Beverly hurried out of the stables and ran up to the big house. She could see Mr. Juniper standing on the porch waiting for her.

She didn't like Mr. Juniper. She disliked having him for a boss, but there was no other way she could ride every day. Her mother had cut off her allowance and she'd had to get a job.

Sweeping out the stalls was a pretty good job except for Mr. Juniper.

He was always looking at her and smiling wickedly as if she were sonic sort of bug he was thinking about eating.

He had even put his hand on her once. It was an evening when his wife was away and he had invited her into the house for something cool to drink.

He asked her to get the ice out for him, and while she was bending over, she felt his hand rest on her ass.

"You have a beautiful ass, Sissy," he said.

Sissy was shocked and angry. It had been a while since she'd allowed another man, except her father, to put a hand on her. She was trying to do as her sister Connie suggested and build her reputation back at school.

She had brushed his hand away and left him there in the kitchen.

She'd always tried to pretend that it hadn't happened, but it didn't help with him always around licking his lips and looking at her.

There were other reasons why she didn't like him. He was brutal with the horses and he treated his wife terribly. He was big, broad-shouldered and always dirty and smelling of beer.

"Have you gotten all the stalls cleaned out?" Mr. Juniper asked.

"Yes," she answered.

Mr. Juniper smiled at her and scratched his chest. Another thing that Beverly didn't like about him was that he didn't wear a shin. He had a chest matted with curly black hairs. He looked like an ape.

"Good," he said. "Then come on into the house and have something coal."

Beverly remembered the last time she'd been invited in for something cool. She didn't want any more scenes like that. She could still feel his hand on her ass.

"Na," Beverly said. "That is, I was just going to take my ride."

Mr. Juniper looked up at the dark sky.

"That wouldn't be a good idea," he said, shaking his head. "It's going to rain again and the pastures were knee-deep in red mud."

"I'll be careful," Beverly said.

"I can't allow it," Mr. Juniper said. "It's just too dangerous. Look, I have an idea. Why don't you come in for a while, and if it doesn't rain in the next twenty minutes then you can take your ride."

"I don't know," Beverly said.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Juniper asked. "Are you scared of me?"

That settled it. Beverly wasn't scared of anybody. She swallowed nervously and nodded in agreement. She followed him into the house, being careful to wipe off her boots on the hall mat.

"That's a good idea," he said.

"I wouldn't want to make Mrs. Juniper mad," Beverly said sweetly.

Actually Beverly was only trying to remind Mr. Juniper that he did have a wife and it wouldn't be nice to have a lot of hanky panky going on.

"I do get lonely for company when Mrs. Juniper's away," Mr. Juniper explained. "That's why I like to have people in. Would you like a Coke?"

"No thank you," Beverly said.

"Well then," he smiled. "You can find a seat in the living room. You can turn on the radio if you like. There should be something on."

Beverly walked into the living room. She found the radio and turned it on.

"Do you dance?" Mr. Juniper asked as he came into the living room. He carried a cold beer in his hand.

"No," Beverly said.

"That's a shame," Mr. Juniper said, finding a seat in a comfortable chair. "A pretty girl like you. I bet all that dark black hair of yours would look great swinging around on a dance floor."

Beverly touched her head. She had her hair twisted up behind her in a bun. She had it fastened into place with a couple of pins.

"It gets in the way in the stalls," Beverly said.

"Why don't you dance for me?" Mr. Juniper asked. "I like to watch a pretty young thing shaking everything on a dance floor."

"No," Beverly said. "I don't think so. That is, I'm not in the mood."

Beverly quickly found a seat across from him. His eyes were fixed on her intently and she felt panic. Boys were okay and she had been fucking her father every chance she got, but there was something sinister about Mr. Juniper's eyes. As if he knew things about sex that it wasn't right to know.

She wished she were put of the house started on her ride.

"I think I should be going," Beverly said. "My mother's expecting me."

That was a lie. Her mother wouldn't be expecting her for another two or three hours.

"Don't you want to wait and see if you can make your ride?" Mr. Juniper asked.

"Not today," she answered. "You're probably right. It's wet and it's going to rain again."

She was forced to walk past him to get to the door. She almost made it. At the last moment he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his lap. He spilled a little beer on her blouse.

"How about a little kiss?" he asked. "There's no real hurry."

"Let me go," Beverly said.

"There ain't no need to rush off," Mr. Juniper said. "You don't need to be afraid of old Juniper."

He sipped his cold beer. "Why don't you have a drink? A little drink would do you good."

"No," Beverly said, struggling to get out of his grasp. "I don't want a drink."

"Hmmmm," Mr. Juniper said. "From the way you're acting I get the idea that you don't like me. I'd get real mad if I thought that."

Beverly quit trying to struggle. "I do like you," she said reluctantly.

"Good." Mr. Juniper released her wrist and took a long drink from his beer.

It was the moment Beverly had been waiting for. She jumped out of his lap and ran for the door. She only got a few steps before his heavy fist struck her head.

She went down to her knees and everything went blank for a moment.

"Go back into the living room!" he commanded. She struggled painfully to her feet. She weaved unsteadily as she walked back into the living room. She stumbled into one of the soft chairs and tried to catch her breath. It was a few moments before she was breathing properly again.

"Sissy," he said. "You shouldn't try to run from old Juniper. Now I know you don't like me."

"I do," she protested. "I do like you."

"I don't believe you," he said menacingly. "But I do," she said.

"Then you'll just have to prove it."

"How?" she asked suspiciously.

"By giving old Juniper a kiss."

She looked at him with distaste. She certainly didn't want to kiss that foul old man. She wanted as little to do with him as possible.

"No," she said. "I'll tell on you. I'll tell everybody that you're a dirty old man."

"Hell," Mr. Juniper said. "You're just a cunt giving it to everybody in town. Who's going to believe you?"