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.