*Author's Note: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
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Chapter 1
"Are you serious?" and a giggle.
"Uh huh, want to see them?"
"Yeah," and another giggle, then a gasp.
Darlene smirked; her sister and her sister's friend thought they were so smart. Mandy worked at the mattress factory, first shift, with their stepfather, running the first sewing machine. Tom, because of his size and his strength, loaded and unloaded the trucks.
Darlene, being so much prettier than Mandy, worked at Babbage's, in the lingerie department. Her being prettier wasn't just her opinion; it was the opinion of most of the people in Bender Louisiana.
She was a lot smarter than her sister, and her sister's skank friend, too. That was her opinion; most of the people that met Darlene thought she was a typical blonde, all tits and no brains.
"That is so cool!" Terri gushed. "Did it hurt?"
"No, Terri," Mandy snapped. "Felt good having a big old needle jammed through my tits; what do you think?"
Darlene stifled a gasp; Mandy knew very well that Tom would blow his lid if he found out that either one of them went behind his back and had any part of their body pierced, other than their earlobes. In Tom's opinion, only Whores and Sluts did that sort of thing.
Darlene would make sure that Tom would find out. She heard the sound of Terri's cigarette lighter and quietly backed around the house; cigarette smoke made her choke.
"What if Tom finds out?" Terri asked and blew out a stream of cigarette smoke.
"He ain't, and if he does, so fucking what?" Mandy sneered and took a drag of her own cigarette. "I'm fucking eighteen, you know? And it's my money; I can do with it what I want."
"Uh huh," Terri giggled. "They do look so cool, though.
"They do, huh?" Mandy agreed and looked down at her tee shirt.
If you squinted, you could just about see the glint of the gold through the tee shirt. She didn't bother with a bra; her breasts were A-cups. She often wished she were built like her sister.
Darlene was perfect. Darlene was five feet six inches; Mandy was four foot eleven. Darlene weighed one hundred and twenty eight pounds; Mandy weighed ninety-four pounds. Darlene wore a thirty-eight Double D; if Mandy bothered wearing a bra, it would be a twenty-nine A. Darlene's waist was twenty-eight inches; so was Mandy's. Darlene's hips were a womanly thirty-four; Mandy's were twenty-nine inches.
Darlene had long blonde hair, large blue eyes and a snub nose. Her lips were perfect pink and her smile was beautiful.
Mandy's hair was an unruly mop of brown curls. Her eyes were mud brown. Her nose was a little on the large size and her lips, if anyone ever bothered to look, were also a nice, full pout. She rarely smiled, but if she had, it would have revealed a sweet smile.
But growing up as 'Darlene's little sister,' she rarely did smile. She would make friends, then they'd find out who her sister was, and they would want to be Darlene's friends. The only boy that had ever asked her out on a date only asked her out on a date to get close to Darlene. At Christmas and Valentine's, Darlene's stack of gifts and stack of cards would be monumental. Mandy got one or two presents and never got any cards.
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Tom Begnaud sighed as he lowered his bulk into the seat at the head of the table. Both of the girls were there and he pasted a smile onto his tired face.
The girls had been sixteen and fifteen when Tom had met their mother. Lynn Arneaux. Lynn was a little gun-shy; her husband, the girls' father, had just run off with a nineteen year old waitress, and to add insult to injury, had run up a thirty six thousand dollar tab on their credit cards.
But slowly, the large man had won the heart of the diminutive Lynn and the girls, then seventeen and sixteen, had celebrated with their mother when Lynn and Tom exchanged vows.
Then Lynn had met a drunk driver in a head on collision. The drunk, a seventy two year old man with no driver's license walked away with minor injuries. Lynn lingered on for four days before dying.
Tom could have taken the one hundred thousand dollar life insurance money; he was the sole beneficiary, and left. He could have told the two girls "Y'all are adults now, good luck." But he was a good man, an honest man, and knew that Lynn would want him to watch out for the girls.
He could have evicted them; it was his house. He could have made them go back to the trailer park he'd taken them out of. But he didn't. He didn't even charge them rent, or utilities, or groceries. Any money that they made was theirs to spend as they saw fit.
Of course, he did make suggestions; he counseled them on the importance of saving their money. But for the most part, he treated them as if they were his two little girls, as if he was their daddy.
Lynn had died a little more than six months ago. She had missed Darlene's twentieth birthday by a week. And Amanda, Mandy would be turning nineteen in a couple of weeks.
Darlene set the plate of spaghetti down; it was her night to cook. Whenever she did cook, it was always spaghetti because all she had to do was open the jar and heat the contents, and boil noodles.
"Thanks Sweetheart," Tom smiled.
When she did land a man, it would not be because of her cooking abilities that were for sure. At least Mandy took a little initiative, tried to imitate Lynn's cooking.
Darlene waited until Tom was finished eating before springing her trap for the smug little Mandy.
"Hey, Tom, can I get my nipples pierced?" she casually asked.
Mandy's fork froze between her plate and her mouth.
"No," Tom said, face a mask of contempt. "You know better than that. Only Sluts and Whores do that kind of shit."
"Aw, that's not fair!" Darlene said. "You let Mandy do it! Why can't I?"
"This true?" Tom looked at a very pale Mandy. "You pierce your nipples?"
"Yeah," Mandy tried to bluff it out. "You're not my father; you can't tell me what to do."
Tom's face darkened and Mandy immediately regretted throwing that jibe in his face.
Darlene had a flash of conscience; maybe ratting her little sister out hadn't been such a good thing. Tom's face was a dark red; his anger was clearly visible.
He was a large man too, six foot four, and weighed two hundred and forty pounds. If he even just slapped Mandy, he could break some of her bones.
With a speed that defied logic, Tom reached out and hoisted Mandy out of her chair by a handful of her brown curls. She didn't even have time to scream as he was marching her down the hallway to his bedroom.
"Clean up the kitchen," he ordered Darlene as he slammed the door to his bedroom shut.
Chapter 2
"So let's see them," Tom hissed and gripped the front of Mandy's tee shirt.
The material tore open easily enough and Mandy squeaked and folded her arms protectively over her naked torso.
"I said, 'let's see them,'" Tom roared and slapped her arms down.
"Well, ain't they fucking cute," Tom, sneered, looking at Mandy's small breasts with her small pink nipples and the gold hoops threaded through them. The holes were still crusty with dried blood.
"Please, Tom," Mandy whimpered, embarrassed.
"How much they cost?" Tom asked.
"Um, they was seventy bucks, you know, fifty for the rings and twenty for the piercing," Mandy mumbled.
"You wasted seventy bucks on that shit?" Tom bellowed. "Seventy fucking dollars? Are you fucking stupid?"
She fell to the floor when he slapped her across her face.
"Seventy fucking dollars?" he roared again. "You know how much money I pay? You have any fucking idea how much money I spend every God damned month on you and your stupid fucking sister?"
"He reached down and picked the crying girl up by her arm.
"Do you?" he screamed in her face.
