I got the call around 7:30, my Jenn was completely hysterical. Her kid sister Anne had called and she'd sounded terrible, begging her for help. Jenn said she'd sounded all woozy, rambling over & over that she was at this big grey house over on Fairmount with some guys and she thought they'd slipped her something. Then the call disconnected abruptly, and no matter how often Jenn tried she couldn't get Anne back.
Anne is my wife's younger sister, she'd only turned 19 a few weeks ago. We'd tried to watch out for her ever since we buried Jenn's parents about a year back year, eventually setting her up at a nearby college.
Jenn's call played over & over in my head as I raced across town to Fairmount. My blood was starting to boil. I screamed down the street, scouring for any sight of her car. I finally spotted it in a driveway of an old grey house. Jenn called me as I pounded on the door. I told her where I was and made her promise to call 911 in 5 minutes if she hadn't heard back from me & then hung up. I could hear people inside but no one was answering my pounding. I hit Anne's speed dial and it rang and rang, I thought I heard faint hints of it ringing inside, maybe-
I stood there for maybe 2 seconds debating and then I grabbed the big flowerpot on the porch & smashed my way through the front door. As I raced inside I spotted two young guys in their boxers running up the stairs. I followed yelling Anne's name.
They ducked into a room and I crashed into a surprisingly sturdy bedroom door as they tried to close it. The one behind the door got pummeled and flew back into the wall while the other grabbed a baseball bat. Behind him I saw Anne- laying stark naked on the bed and babbling incoherently. I charged the guy with the bat and took a vicious hit to the arm before crashing into him and driving my shoulder into his chest. He rose slowly, swinging the bat, and grinning wildly. I feinted left and after he swung I threw all my weight into his right knee which snapped loudly and sent him sprawling in agony.
Then suddenly I crashed into the floor hit me from behind from the other guy. I fell onto bat boy and went for the bat, he held on tight right up to the moment I drove my knee into his nuts with all my weight. Lifting his bat I turned to see his partner charging. Somehow I managed to sidestep the direct blow and took another excruciating hit to my left arm, then I clocked him as hard as I could in the back with the bat. When he started to rise I kicked him and heard a gratifying squeal as I broke some of his ribs.
Gasping for breath against a dresser I heard Anne blubbering and crying so I went to check on her. She was pleading incoherently for help. I wrapped her tightly in the bed spread and threw her over my good shoulder and made for the pick up. I heard the first sirens as we tore ass for the hospital.
While the nurses pulled Anne from the jeep I'd parked on their sidewalk, I stopped & called my wife. The cops arrived just about when the doctors were wheeling me in for an X-ray.
The police had dragged 2 pricks to the same hospital. Apparently I'd shattered bat boys knee but good, and ruptured one of his balls. His buddy had fared no better with internal bleeding, a broken nose, and several broken ribs.
The shit was in the fan for weeks. I had to spend 3 days in the hospital recovering from surgery to reset my arm.
I spent a lot of time talking to the cops and giving a formal statement those first 2 days. I had to hire a lawyer, who eventually told me that the police had found videos at the house of 3 other women that pricks had drugged and raped. We were shocked to find that one of the pricks turned out to be the grandson of Eldridge Cooland. The Cooland family was wealthy & quite well known in the area. They owned the huge 'Sunny Farms' dairy, whose longtime motto 'goodness from our table to your table' started making me cringe.
The only good thing to come out of the whole shitstorm came after this sleazy lawyer for the Coolands visited me at my hospital bed and cryptically threatened me with years of very expensive lawsuits if I spoke to the press about the Cooland boys involvement. Thankfully I got a nice recording of the whole conversation on my iPhone which my lawyer then used to turn the tables on the Coolands. In the end we got a huge settlement from them that covered all of our medical expenses and fattened up our bank accounts nicely.
I did manage to avoid speaking with the press vultures. Two of my more inventive buddies kept them at bay by installing a very 'robust' sprinkler system at our home, triggered by motion detectors it totally doused each and every reporter stupid enough to make a go for our front door.
The two pricks quickly pled guilty and the whole mess began to die away.
It took me a while to recover, but it took Anne even longer. I was totally beat up. I spent weeks in a cast and a then several more at rehab. But poor Annie was emotionally shattered by it all. With the help of another friend and a great contractor we immediately gutted my home office and moved Anne in. The school even graciously agreed put her tuition on hold and gave her a semester off.
My Jenn's wonderful caregiver nature bloomed and she took loving care of her two patients. I was her hero for life for saving her kid sister & the wonderful look in her eyes alone was worth every bit of the pain. The first night I was home she helped me into bed and then gave my broken body the sweetest blowjob in history. My wife gently sucked me off each night that first week. We'd always had a good sex life, but now... wow! After a week at home I went back to work. My desk was swamped but everyone jumped to help, and I was so grateful.
Slowly things settled back to normal for me. It took Anne a while more, but eventually she began cracking an occasional smile again. The two of us started to become quite close. When she first moved in she slept very poorly at night. She got most of her sleep that first week curled up next to me as I laid on the couch in my cast. I held her and comforted her, and after a while she finally started talking about it.
Jenn kept out of sight when the two of us first started talking. Initially every time we talked Anne ended up in tears. But with time and Jenn's help she began to work through it.
By night things never got back to normal, Jenn and I fucked like we'd never done before. She told me that it was her plan to personally make up for all the pain and damage my body had incurred while rescuing her sister, with all the sex I could ever want! We were having a blast.
By the end of spring we'd all settled into a comfortable existence. Jenn took Anne out for some new clothes, and she'd also gotten a whole new look with a short haircut. I was healed and enjoying the heck out of my very grateful and very frisky wife, and Jenn could not have been happier.
Our cape is a small house and we were all crammed together a bit, so every once in a while our rejuvenated sex life spilled out in front of Anne. Once when Jenn and I were fooling around in the bathroom I spotted Anne watching us. Once I started looking, I started noticed her watching a few more times. Then Anne started leaving the bathroom door open when she showered and we bumped into each other naked more than once.
Anne was a hot little 19 year old coed, with the perfect little 5'2" body. I'd never forgotten the sight of her naked body on that bed. Seeing her in her underwear and naked around the house was very pleasing- but it was an awfully big temptation.
One night, as Jenn and I lay naked in bed gasping for air after she'd ridden my pole to oblivion, we talked about it. I told Jenn about seing Anne watching us and her 'comfortable' dress etc. Jenn laughed. "I know, she's become a bit jealous of me... she's in love with you- you know." I stared back in surprise. "Jeez Paul really," she gasped in exasperation, - "you're the knight in shining armor that came to her rescue. You heroically saved her from being raped by those 2 pricks, and you got seriously hurt doing it. What did you expect from her, every woman in the same position would throw herself at her hero."
