Sam and Adam were the two men who lived next door to my mother and me. Adam was the father and he was a big man. Over six foot tall and with shoulders out to here and even his muscles had muscles. He was a builder, and actually worked on the sites as well as managed his own business. He was also quite an intelligent man. Oh, and he's about forty.
Sam was his son. He worked as a labourer for his father. He was as big as Adam, possibly even bigger. His muscles bulged all over the place as well. He was a year younger than me, only just having turned eighteen.
You probably think this story is going to be about me and Sam, and it is in a way, but not the way you think. Sam had a small problem. He was given the nickname of Ox by his workmates, partly because he was as big and strong as an ox, partly because he was as dumb as one. Actually, that's probably an insult to a real ox. Sam was a borderline moron. Unfortunately, the border was the one that lay between imbecile and moron, with Sam just scraping through on the moron side.
Sam used to be quite normal but he had an accident as a child, getting some rather severe head injuries, resulting in his current status. Adam, as I'm sure you can understand, is very protective of Sam.
That's the neighbours. In my house there's me and mum. I'm Fiona and my mother is Sylvia. Even I have to call her Sylvia. She feels calling her mother dates her. I'm really going to enjoy teaching my kids to call her grandma, assuming I get married and have kids.
Sylvia and I are both petite blondes, the main difference being that Sylvia has to use peroxide to stay blonde, but I don't.
Describing mother, I would have to say mutton, done up as lamb. She's forty and tries to act twenty, which is a hell of an embarrassment to me at times, I assure you. She's a good mother and a nice person but she does have one fault. At least I consider it a fault. She doesn't.
Sylvia likes men. I don't mind that so much as I dislike her tendency to go for quantity over quality, and I've seen a steady stream of her boyfriends come and go. Mind you, if any one of them ever started glancing my way, Sylvia would have him out the door. It started out as protectiveness but, as I grew and matured, jealousy crept in there as well. Mum doesn't share her men. Not that I wanted any of them.
Mum doesn't like Adam. I can't really blame her for the way she feels. She tried to come on to him once and he was rather rude to her. Told her he had no desire to visit VD central, thank you very much. I didn't know exactly what it meant and Sylvia was too furious for me to risk asking her. I wrote it down and eventually looked it up on Google.
I have to admit it was rather cruel of Adam to say that. Accurate, possibly, but cruel.
Personally, I've seen what Sylvia's like with men and I want none of it. I have friends who are male but I do not have boyfriends. What the hell, I'm only nineteen. I've got time. And in case you're wondering, no, I've never been tempted to experience the gay life. I just don't mind waiting for the right man to come along.
Knowing the antipathy between Adam and Sylvia, I was surprised to arrive home one afternoon to find Adam walking away from our house. Not so surprised to see the angry look on his face. But the angry look was replaced by a look of blind fury when he saw me.
"You!" he snarled. "I assumed that was you." He jerked his thumb towards the house. A flash of understanding crossed his face and I thought he was going to explode.
"Sylvia," he snarled, loathing in his voice. "I should have bloody known. I will kill the fucking bitch."
He just stood there for a moment, glaring at me, and then a nasty look crossed his face and he smiled at me.
"No, I won't kill her," he said, grinning at me like a maniac. "Fair's fair, after all. Let's see how she likes it when the shoes on the other foot."
Adam then grabbed my arm and towed me towards my place. I didn't bother to struggle because one, it would have been useless, and two, I was going there anyway.
"Key," he snapped when we reached the front door.
"I have one, Adam," I assured him. "I use it regularly. I live here, you know."
He just glared at me impatiently, waiting for me to unlock the door. I took my time. I'd known Adam for years and he didn't scare me, even when he was in a rage.
As soon as I'd unlocked the door Adam had my arm again and was hustling me inside. Where else he expected me to go I had no idea. Once in, he turned sharply to the left and literally pushed me into my mother's room. Finally I could understand what his problem was. Eighteen year old moronic Sam was in bed with my mother, screwing her arse off.
It was a case of everyone speaking at once.
I yelled, "Sylvia, how could you?"
Sylvia yelled "God, where did you two spring from?"
"Hi, dad," called Sam, not even slowing down.
"Sam," snapped Adam, "you just make sure Sylvia stays right where she is. Don't let her go.
Now see how you like it when someone preys on your child," he added, talking to Sylvia.
I'm thinking, "wait, what?" when the next thing I know Adam has hold of my blouse and just rips it off me. Literally. A hand on either side of it and he just tore it half. And it was quite a nice blouse, too, damn him.
I'm standing stunned while Sylvia is starting to scream and Sam is laughing. It turned out standing still was a big mistake. I should have been running. I didn't know a man could just snap a bra in half the way Adam did, and I'm half naked, screaming and trying to cover my breasts.
I still should have taken off running, bare boobs and all, because Adam then just jerks down my skirt and panties and pushes me naked onto the bed next to Sylvia. (King size bed, by the way. Plenty of room on it, unfortunately.)
So now Sylvia and I are both screaming, Sam is laughing (and still screwing happily) and Adam is ripping off his own clothes. If finally dawned on me that Adam was actually going to assault me, so I slugged him. I was quite prepared to run now. No clothes would just mean there was nothing to slow me down.
Didn't do me much good, slugging Adam. I nearly broke my hand on him and he didn't even notice. He just pushed me back on the bed forced my legs apart and the next thing I knew this humungous cock is pushing its way into me, popping my cherry and hurting me.
Sam, the moron, was still laughing and holding Sylvia firmly pinned to the bed. Sylvia was screaming and uttering death threats to Adam.
I just plain screamed. That had hurt.
Adam, the swine, was looking rather shocked.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me you were a virgin, you idiot?" he snarled at me.
"Why the fuck should I?" I shouted back. "I'm supposed to send out memos to everyone saying I'm still a virgin? Or do I just tell the ones who might want to rape me? You want me to send out a letter now saying bad luck, Adam's beat you to it?"
