The Sisters Ch 04 1

A few comments from the author. This is a story about how terrible sex crimes actually are, as well as the power and love of family. It's a story I've wanted to tell for a long time. While it does have some sex in it, this is probably not the venue for it. But here we are.

This story will have one more chapter and an epilogue, so it's about done. I'm already cooking up some sexier stories. If you don't like the story, don't read it.

Thanks,

Thesergeant

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The Moore sisters were out of Frank's house as soon as humanly possible. In an effort to minimize Frank 'giving her away,' Mary opted to get married at a courthouse. No flowers, no flowing white dress. Mary asked Stephen, as a wedding gift to his new bride, to wear jeans and a t-shirt. She did the same. In fact, Mary picked out Stephanie's outfit (as Mary's maid of honor) as a pair of holey jeans and a tank top with a mustard stain on it. Frank showed up in his nicest suit, and Mary smiled from ear to ear.

Moving into Stephen's apartment was the happiest she had felt since she was in high school. But the pregnant girl still faced challenges. She had to pay medical bills for the pregnancy. She had an adolescent sister to feed. Stephen had student loans, and only made 35,000 a year. The opposite side was that she loved her husband deeply and totally. She didn't have to worry about any kind of abuse befalling her sister. What's more, she didn't have her uncle trespassing against her. Her body belonged to her again. And she was all too happy to share it with her husband.

Still, trust him as she might she couldn't bring herself to reveal the arrangement she'd had with Frank to Stephen. It wasn't that she thought he might leave her. She was embarrassed and angry. She told Stephen that her uncle was an evil man, and that he was to never contact him under any circumstances. Stephanie and the baby were also bound by this rule.

Three years came and went. Now a sophomore in high school, Stephanie assumed a lot of responsibility. She very often took care of her baby nephew, a mute little boy Stephen and Mary named Jax (on the basis of 'Jax Jackson' being funny to say). Stephanie walked into their dingy two bed apartment's dining nook holding the two-year-old, with whom she shared a room. She sat Jax in his booster seat and the toddler began nibbling cheerfully on a handful of dry cereal. She sat down and began hungrily scarfing down a plate of eggs that Mary put in front of her. The man smiled.

"Good morning to you too. I didn't see you all night. What time did you get in?"

She looked up at him and grinned.

"Varsity soccer tryouts. Got done with that around five. Then I went to the Comminskie's house and babysat for a few hours." She took a fifty-dollar bill and put it on the table. "Easiest fifty I ever made. Baby slept the whole time." Stephen's smile fell slightly and he opened his mouth to give her a hard time. "Relax Stephen. I earned my keep. Did all of their dishes and washed their dining room table and counters. Still easy money. Then I went over to Damien's. He's helping me study algebra and AP bio. Got back at around 8."

Mary shot her sister a stern look. "Really? Because I heard your key in the lock at 8:40. I'm pretty sure that's past curfew."

The teen rolled her eyes. "Tell you what, next time instead of studying for tests I'll go to the liquor store and shoot up heroine."

Stephen clapped his hands together. "On that cheerful note, how'd tryouts go?" He gave his wife a knowing smile.

Stephanie absentmindedly read the back of the cereal box. "Oh. Didn't make the team. And they don't want me on junior varsity either."

Stephen and Mary said 'WHAT?' simultaneously. Mary looked to Stephen and then to Stephanie. "That's can't be right! You were the best offensive player on the JV team last year! The varsity coach was chomping on at the bit to have you try out!"

Stephanie shrugged dispassionately as she finished her eggs. "Win some lose some." She stood, kissing Jax on the forehead. "Can you drive me today, Stephen? Damien's car is in the shop." Stephen nodded, still a little flabbergasted at this turn of events. Stephanie walked out of the apartment. Stephen turned to his wife, his voice a desperate whisper.

"What the hell? We've been to the varsity games. Those girls suck! Steph can run circles around half the team!"

Mary eyed the door. "I'm going to talk to the varsity coach. Maybe it's all a misunderstanding."

The day progressed uneventfully. Mary still didn't have her GED; they couldn't afford it. So, Mary spent her days cleaning houses, scrubbing public toilets, and doing temp work. When she had a moment, she went to the high school, toddler on her hip. She went to the athletic office and saw the girls' soccer coach at her desk. The woman stood immediately, a flash of anger on her face. The coach spoke. "You're Stephanie Moore's sister, right? Do you mind telling me what scheduling conflicts are preventing her from playing this season!? Look, I've already had college scouts come to a few of last season's games! I didn't want to tell you because I thought it might throw her off. But there's no doubt, she's got an athletic scholarship coming her way. Division one if I can have a few seasons to coach her up a bit."

Mary shifted uncomfortably. "Stephanie told us she didn't make either team."

The coach looked outraged. "DIDN'T MAKE THE TEAM!? I made her captain of varsity! She said she was too busy after school to play this year!"

Mary mumbled 'what the fuck' under her breath. "Is that position on the team still available?"

The coach nodded. "Absolutely. But only for another two days or so. I want her on my team!"

Mary nodded. "I'll talk to her."

Mary texted Stephen immediately. Then she texted Stephanie that she was to come right home after school. No babysitting, no studying, no boyfriend.

Stephen and Mary waited at the table as a guilty looking Stephanie walked through the apartment door that afternoon. She didn't meet their gaze. Mary spoke first. "Soccer. Explain. You were made captain of varsity. You lied to us. Why don't you want to play?"

She sighed and looked at her sister. "I do want to play. We can't afford it!"

Stephen shook his head. "The athletic participation fee is only like fifty bucks. Things are tight, but we can swing that."

"Yeah, the fee is fifty-five. But then uniform is another fifty." Stephen opened his mouth but Stephanie didn't give him the chance to speak. "And I'm going to need a physical. So, another hundred. But the fun doesn't stop there. None of my sports bras fit anymore. My compression shorts are too small. And I outgrew my cleats. So, unless the sports equipment fairy visited me in my sleep or someone found a five-hundred-dollar bill on the sidewalk today, we can't afford it! Or did we magically find money to put food on the table, diapers on Jax, and an oil change in the car?"

Stephen and Mary were taken aback. This wasn't the way they envisioned this conversation going.

"Plus, if I'm not spending my time at practice, I can clean houses and babysit like Mary. We need the money. Don't pretend like we don't."

Stephen finally spoke. "Stephanie, this is your chance to go to college after high school. Or is it no longer your ambition to become a marine biologist?"

"Stephen, if the last few years have taught me anything, it's that dreams don't come true. I want to play soccer in college more than anything, but it's no feasible!"

"So, you'll just, what, get an academic scholarship!? With your C+ in algebra? You're going to text your coach RIGHT NOW and tell her you want to be on the team. You're playing soccer this season and that's all there is to it!"

Stephanie shot him a glare and presented a middle finger salute. "Fuck you, Stephen! Excuse me for being a realist! I'll be at Damien's if anyone else wants to blow smoke up my ass." She huffed out of the apartment and slammed the apartment door.

Stephen had stood up in the heat of the moment, but sank into his chair. He stared at the wall for a moment. Mary spoke. "Penny for your thoughts my love?"

"Just a lot of things falling into place. Why she's skipped the last three formals. She didn't want us to spend money getting her a dress. Why she stopped seeing the math tutor and started studying with Damien. He's free, the tutor costs money. Why she wears clothes that are like two years old. The kid's growing like a weed. Okay. We can fix this. I'll start teaching driver's ed, working at that math tutoring place...we can come up with a few hundred dollars."

Mary knew he was trying to convince himself as much as trying to convince her. A sense of dread washed over Mary. She knew the only way she would be able to get that money. She would have to go see someone she hated. She cleared her throat.

"You know what Stephen? I might have a way. I have two rules, though. One, you can't ask where I'm getting the money. And two, when Steph asks, you have to say you got it from teaching driver's ed."

He narrowed his gaze at his wife. "What, are you going to sell oxycodone or something?"

She got up and kissed him on the forehead. "Rule number one."

It was several hours before she was at Frank's place of residence. A sense of dread was in the pit of his stomach. But she knew she didn't have a choice. Stephanie wanted to become a marine biologist and study whale sharks. If she continued getting grades like she was getting now, a free ride on academics just wasn't going to happen. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. It was a while before Frank opened the door. His face quickly became a sneer. He stood naked, and over his shoulder on the couch were two girls, both looking frightened. They were identical 20ish year old twins, both naked. The girls were Asian, slim with small breasts. Mary felt strongly in that moment that her uncle had a type, and was glad she had gotten out of the house when she did.

"My beautiful niece...what a pleasant-"

Mary cut him off with a scowl. "I'm not your niece Frank. Or your daughter. Or your slave. You are no one to me. You are nothing. You're scum."

"So, then you don't need anything from me. Does that make this a social call?"

Mary tried not to look at his cock, which was quickly springing to attention. He said something to the twins, who both wasted no opportunity to scamper up the stairs.

"What's with the twins?"

"Oh, I'm taking a break from domestic. The two of them are trying to keep their mother from being deported to China. They seem to be under the delusion that if their mother goes back to Hong Kong she'll be murdered by a certain Chinese crime syndicate."

Mary raised her eyebrows. "And would they be correct in this assumption?"

Frank looked over his shoulder at the now empty stair case. "Yes. Yes, they would."

Frank looked back at Mary. "Now...what do you need?"

Mary paused, the background behind the twin's abuse having shaken her to the core. "I need five hundred dollars so that Stephanie can play soccer this year."

Frank crossed his arm, his grin widening. Mary's eyes bore into his. "And I suppose I should do this because she's family?"

"I told you, fucker, you aren't our family. Here's the rules. I'll...I'll suck your dick and let you fuck me. One time. You're not allowed to cum in my pussy. And then you'll never see me again."

Frank pondered the idea. "Counter offer. I give you a thousand dollars, and you get your GED."

"You mean you're going to pay for GED classes?"

"No, I mean I snap my fingers and you will magically be, for all intents and purposes, a high school graduate. I think we both know I'm capable, and I think we both know you're poor. And desperate. But I get to take your virginity."

Her virginity? She swallowed. "I think that ship has sailed."

He pushed a stray hair from her face. "Your mouth then."

She pushed his hand away, not appreciating the intimacy of his touch. "Yeah, I think that train left the station as well."

He grabbed a handful of her soft beautiful hair and pulled her into the living room, bending her over the couch. "Tell you what...I'll just take your anal virginity."

Her eyes went wide. "WAIT! I never said I'd do it. Let's talk about this...you...you won't fit!"

He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, pulling them to her ankles. "Oh I'll squeeze in there."

"Frank stop! I don't want you to! Please just fuck my mouth! I'll swallow! You can play with my tits and cum all over my face!"

Her panties joined her jeans on the floor. She felt the bulbous head of his cock against her tiny little asshole. She screamed loudly as he forced himself inside her with a groan. "God, I missed you Mary...such a good little fuck. Gah! Fuck you're tight!"

She couldn't believe the pain. It was like he was tearing her in half. "FRANK, LISTEN! Take it out! You have to stop!"

He continued to thrust in and out of her, groaning loudly. All the while he mauled her sensitive breasts through the conservative t-shirt she had worn. Soon, he thrust deep inside her, blowing a massive load in her previously virgin asshole. He pulled out and the girl collapsed, tears rolling down her cheeks. He sat on the couch and lit a cigarette. "That was quite enjoyable. I trust you had a good time too?"

She was silent for a moment.

"I hate you, Frank. I hate everything about you. And you know what? I feel sorry for you. You could have had a brother and sister-in-law who loved you, watched your nieces grow up. You could, right now, be watching your niece become the most kick ass player on her schools' team. You've taken a shit on that."

"Or rather I've rearranged your shit. Thanks, by the way."

"And when you die, you'll die alone, with not a soul to care about you." She finally stood and fixed her clothes. "A thousand dollars in my bank account. Today. You can mail me my GED certificate."

She stormed out, slamming the front door behind her. She dropped by the school and paid Stephanie's fees. She got her uniforms and clothes she needed at the sporting goods store and even booked an appointment with Stephanie's pediatrician. By the time the bus got back to her apartment she was a mess. She spent all day playing with Jax. He was the only thing that could console her. Around dinner time, no one had come home. She called Stephanie who didn't answer, then Stephen who was concerned because he couldn't find her at the school. Mary knew where to find her, and forty minutes later she found her sister sitting upside down at the aquarium watching the whale sharks. Sitting beside her, she pulled out the stuff she had gotten while shopping.

"Let's see...shorts, jerseys, cleats, three pairs of compression shorts, five pairs of soccer socks, some new shin guards, a few base layer shirts...I figured I'd let you get sports bras. But I have money for it. Your sports fee is paid. I made an appointment for the physical. So can you please manage a smile?"

Stephanie didn't break eye contact from the tank. "Did you get it from Uncle Frank?"

She sighed. "Yes. I did."

"I'm scared of him, sis. I'm scared he's going to kill you and Stephen like he killed Mom and Dad."

Mary grinned at Stephanie. "Listen fucker, I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me. How do you sit like this for hours at a time? My back hurts..."

Stephanie couldn't hold back a laugh. "That's because you're old." She sighed. "You really think I can do it? Soccer scholarship? College? Whale sharks?"

Mary kissed the teen on the forehead. "I don't know. But I do know this. No matter what happens...you, me, Stephen, and Jax are going to face it together. As a family."

Stephanie looked at her older sister, a smile now creeping across her face. "And Damien too?"

Mary tousled Stephanie's hair. "That remains to be seen. But from what I've seen of you two, you seem very much in love."

Stephanie went back to gazing at the tank, but was now smiling. "You know? I do love him. With all my heart and then some. For the longest time, Damien was just convinced it was some crush on a hero thing...you know...because of the stabbing. But I could talk to him for hours."

"That's how I feel about Stephen. Speaking of while, I'm going to give you something." Mary fished in her pocket until she retrieved a small circle of dental floss tied in a knot. "This, my dear sister, is the ring Stephen proposed to me with. I want you to carry it. And maybe, just maybe, someday you'll give it to Damien...and he'll be forever yours."