I owed money. Janek said it was seven thousand zloty by now. I tried paying it out and failed repeatedly, tried doing him favors, failed again, and finally he said he'd forgive me a couple thousands if I "lend" him my sister.
I was desperate enough. But he priced her at only two thousands. Then, when he understood that I was going with it, he decided to have my mother. For my mother and sister together, Janek promised to forgive five thousand zloty. I'd still owe him two, but he'd give me another month to try and find it, and that would solve almost all of my problems.
When I told my older sister, she went straight to mom. They spoke for half an hour, and then my sister said they'll do it. Neither spoke to me afterwards.
On a Friday evening, mom and sister got dressed and ready. I was going with them - to look after them, just in case.
(Note from the author: the guy who told me this story was 19, and still is - it all happened just recently. I know him personally. His name is B. Javorski. His mother, Klara Javorski, is 44. She's gotten slightly chubby recently, wears her hair short, is soft-spoken, calm, a good housekeeper. his sister is 25, she is taller than her mother, is a brunette, which she inherited, he believes, from their father. She isn't beautiful, but pretty in a timid kind of way. Her name is Ruta, still a Javorski: she almost got married last year, but it didn't work out in the end for some reason.)
Mom was wearing a blue dress. She didn't try looking like a skank, but she was wearing high heels anyway; not that I cared. She wore some jewellery and flashier makeup than normal. My sister wore black tights and a dark shirt. Her hair was done in a ponytail, she wore big earrings and slightly tasteless mascara. She never looked like that, but there she was now, painted like a babe in front of me.
Without talking to each other, we drove to Janek's. I knocked, he opened, and so we were in.
Three other guys were waiting for us. I went and sat in a corner, and I wasn't going to watch. But I still saw how a tall guy with stupid facial hair almost immediately cornered my sister.
"How are you?" he said.
"Fine," said my sister and smiled nervously. She wasn't talkative, so the guy put his hand on her legs. I saw him grope her. My sister grimaced.
"Warm, huh," he said, and the others laughed. A short, thick blonde guy looked straight at me and kept laughing the loudest.
Janek and another guy were now standing around my mom. They sandwiched her between them and kept physical contact with her hands and waist as they talked to her.
"What a pleasure, Mrs. Javorski."
"All mine," said my mom, not looking at him.
The guy behind her put both hands on her bottom. She tried to evade it, but couldn't.
"Nice weather, huh?" said Janek. "How have you been?"
"I've been truly great," said my mother.
Janek smiled at her. She was getting her ass groped and squeezed from behind. I saw the guy slide his hand around her to grab at my mother's cunt through her dress. Then he groped her ass again.
My sister was meanwhile seated on the tall guy's lap on the couch, while another guy stood in front of her, hands in pockets. The tall guy had his hand on her breasts, another on her hips. He was asking something, she gave short replies. Finally he told her to kiss him. My sister turned and gave him a peck.
"How is that a kiss?" said the guy, looking her in the eyes. Then grabbed her hair and suckled on her mouth right in front of me. He slid his hand down her pants and grabbed her cunt. My sister gasped. She was then pushed onto the couch.
"No, stand up," said the guy. Holding her legs together, she did. He turned her around and pushed her onto the couch face-first. My sister's ass rose in the air. I saw lines from her underwear through the tights; maybe there was a skanky cameltoe, I couldn't tell. The tall guy grabbed at her crotch again, groped her thighs. Tackled her ass with his crotch, and my sister cried almost tumbled, but the guy held her in place.
"Enjoying already?" he said.
"She is," said the other guy, who was watching; I could clearly see their erections.
"Ass up," said the tall guy.
My sister obeyed. He pulled her pants off her behind, leaving the panties on. She was wearing small white ones; I couldn't help but see how they followed the contour, her ass crack, and clung to her pussy. I could see most of my sister's ass-cheeks. Then the tall guy grabbed at the underwear and, with an angry movement, ripped it off. My sister screamed and grasped at her crotch, but the guy grabbed her hand and bend it behind her back; with his spare hand he dropped his shorts and trunks and in a carnivorous motion climbed on top of her.
"Turn away, it's your fucking sister," said the other guy, and so I did.
I heard Ruta gasp and start breathing noisily.
Janek then took my mom by the hand and led her past me to an adjacent room. Her dress was already tucked up at her waist, black panties down almost to her knees. I couldn't help but see her backside as she walked. She got chubby, or maybe always was - I never bothered looking as she walked around the house in her pants or nightie or even her underwear - asking if I'm feeling like having a snack, or if I've done homework, or if I need something else. Her behind was round, seemed soft, ass cheeks moved and touched as she walked. There were pink marks from squeezing. one of her breasts was hanging out of her dress.
They didn't close the door. Listening on as my sister had sex on the other side of the room, I witnessed my mother get thrown on the bed and saw her legs forced open. The guy got on top of her, licked her mouth, bit her breast. He grabbed at my mother's cunt and pulled. Then he directed his dick into her, and after that I could only see my mother's crotch, her ass squished against the bed sheets, as pussy swallowed a thick, veiny penis. The guy pushed. I actually knew him - I went to school with him until he went to college and I dropped out; so we must have been the same age. He pulled, almost turning mom's cunt inside out, and pushed his penis back in again. The bed started creaking. My mother held onto the bed sheets. Mom complained in a low voice. The guy said, "Shut up." I saw her struggle and get overpowered. Now he held her hands to the bed, held her legs apart with his body, and never stopped plowing. I saw him bend forward and bite at mom's breast. She screamed again. The guy bit at her breasts repeatedly, holding mom down and fucking her, until he groaned like an animal, pushed the whole way inside and held it in my mother for quarter a minute. I saw his ass cheeks tense and tremble. Then he pulled out, got off my mother, and I saw her lay there, legs spread, crotch now stained, holding her right breast with both hands. The guy moved towards her chest, sat over it, squeezing breasts with his ass, and, I think, he made mom fellate him.
I was sitting in my corner, and I was harder than ever. I felt so angry and sorry for mother and Ruta and myself, that I, as sometimes happens to me, began to wish for us to get hurt even more. I wanted them both to get taught a lesson, like my mother was just a minute ago. I wanted to see it happen.
I turned to my sister almost shamelessly, and saw that she was still bent over, face down in the pillows, ass up, pants and panties down to her ankles. The second guy was now fucking her. I couldn't see her crotch, but I could see her legs: one shoe fell off her bare foot, the other dangled on. My sister held her knees together and feet apart, bending them more when the guy got rougher. Her toes were spread wide apart. I clearly saw it.
The tall guy was resting next to them. He noticed that I was looking and winked at me, then rolled his eyes.
"Your brother's watching," he told my sister.
She didn't move her body, but turned to face away from me.
"Hah, show him," said the tall guy.
They man fucking Ruta looked back at me and stopped pumping. He stood aside and spread my sister's ass cheeks.
"That's what I'm doing to your pretty sister," he said, looking down at me and stroking himself. Ruta's hand reached from between her legs and covered her pussy, but the guy grabbed it and forced it away. My sister's ass was sweaty, squeeze marks were all over it. Her pussy was wet and very pink; around it there was caked foamy semen. I caught her glance from between her legs, before she turned away.
"That's no good," the tall guy said.
