"Hillary!" The name echoed down the valley, startling the two young twins making their way home.
"Holy cow!" Heidi said to Hillary as they both walked toward the house. "What's eating at him?"
Their father was standing at the front porch with an envelop in his hand. He was so angry that he was actually shaking. Her mother was standing behind him trying to calm her husband, but to no avail.
"I don't know," Hillary said fearfully. "But I think I'm about to find out!"
"What's wrong pa?" she asked nervously as she walked up.
"What's wrong?" he bellowed, turning an even darker shade of red. "What's wrong?"
"Calm down, you're scaring her!" their mother interjected.
"Look at these!" he snapped and thrust the envelop into Hillary's hands. She looked at it a moment, wondering what could possible be inside that would make her father so mad. The envelope was post marked from the local post office.
Hillary's hands were shaking so badly that she had problems opening it. Her sister Heidi reached over and helped. Three pictures fell out.
"Oh boy," Heidi sighed. Hillary lost all her color as her twin held the pictures so that they both could see them one at a time.
The first picture was of Hillary kissing Herb Johnson. In the background you could make out the town fair that just ended a couple of days ago. They were in Herb's car. Hillary remembered the night well. She swallowed hard.
The next picture was also of Herb and her kissing, but in this one it was pretty obvious that one of Herb's hands was under Hillary's blouse. Heidi glanced at her sister before switching to the third picture. Hillary didn't want to see it, but found herself unable to turn away.
The picture was of Herb resting his head back against the headrest. Only the top of Hillary's head could be seen as she bent over him. The expression on Herb's face left nothing to the imagination. Hillary turned to her twin for help, but Heidi was just as stunned as her.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" her father growled. Hillary looked at him and was at a loss. There was no way to deny what was obvious in the pictures. No way at all. Suddenly her fear disappeared and was replaced with sadness.
"Pa, what do you want me to say?" she finally replied. Hillary met his gaze and saw the pain there. It hurt her. She would miss being his little angel.
"How could you!" he cried.
"Oh father," Hillary sighed. "What did you expect? I'm eighteen, not twelve." She watched her father swallow hard and suddenly droop. He was fighting to keep control of his expression. He looked close to tears. She almost preferred the anger.
"This is not something a father wants to think about his daughter doing!" he half growled and half whispered.
"I know," Hillary said. She then added hopefully, "So don't. Just go inside and pretend you never saw these pictures."
"I'm not sure I can," the big man said sadly. Hillary thought he looked old for the first time in her life.
"Who sent them?" Heidi asked into the silence that followed.
"We don't know," he replied. "There was nothing but the pictures."
"It would have to be someone who hates Hillary or pa," their mother put in. "No one else would do something so cruel!"
The sisters exchanged a look. There was only one person who hated Hillary enough to do something like this. Heidi saw her sister's glare and swallowed. Hillary took after their father when she got mad. She literally shook. Heidi never saw her twin so angry before.
"I'm going for a walk," Hillary said suddenly. She turned and walked away. Heidi made to go with her, but Hillary stopped her. "I want to do this alone." Heidi looked at her sister and nodded.
"Where is she going?" pa asked Heidi.
"She just needs some time by herself," the young woman replied. Her father shrugged and walked back into the house numbly. Her mother looked after Hillary nervously.
"You don't think..." she began, but Heidi interrupted.
"You don't want to know," she said.
Hillary walked to the cabin with the pictures in her hand. She knocked on the door and waited for Michael to answer. He did, saw the envelop in her hand and smiled. It was all the conformation Hillary needed. She threw the pictures at his head and kicked him hard between the legs. Michael hit the ground a moment later gasping.
Hillary turned and walked back to the house without a word. She entered to see only her mother and sister present.
"Where is pa?" she asked.
"Went to town," her mother replied.
"He's not going to go after Herb?" Hillary asked nervously.
"No, but it took some convincing."
"I just called Herb and warned him to stay away from pa anyway," Heidi put in.
"Thanks," Hillary said and sighed.
"Is everything okay?" Heidi asked. Hillary shrugged.
"Was it Michael? Did your cousin really do this?" her mother asked.
"Yes," Hillary said coldly.
"I'll send him back to his mother in the morning."
"I doubt he'll be able to travel that soon."
"What did you do to him?" Heidi asked. Hillary told them and Heidi snapped, "Serves him right!"
"Yes," Hillary agreed, but then sighed and added, "But ma, you'd better go check on him. I kicked him pretty square."
"I'll do it and tell him he has to go," her mother promised.
"No, don't kick him out," Hillary sighed. "That just what he wants. Make him finish out the summer." Her mother looked at her for a moment in surprise, but then slowly nodded.
"If that's what you want," her mother sighed and the three fell silent. "I guess I'll go check on him."
"You know," Heidi said, once their mother left. "I've stayed out of your little war up until now, but I think it's time I helped."
"What do you mean?" Hillary asked.
"I have an idea."
Hillary listened to her sister's plan and slowly started to smile. It wasn't a pleasant smile, but it was heartfelt.
* * *
The next couple weeks went by without incident. It took Michael at least half that time to recover from Hillary's kick. He avoided them all and ma no longer insisted that he come to the house for meals. In fact, she dropped off one hot meal a day and made it plain to him that he wasn't welcome at the house anymore.
The summer was more than half over. Michael would only be staying with them another month or so when the sisters put their plan into action. They waited until he made one of his rare visits to town. They set up what they planned and waited.
The early morning hours of the next day found the twins once more watching as Michael stepped into the shower. They hadn't visited since the incident with the pictures. He was fully recovered from Hillary's kick and it wasn't long before he started playing with himself as usual. The twins glanced at the video machine they set up and exchanged smiles. The plan was working beautifully.
"That's it bitch! Suck a real man's cock!" he growled as he began to stroke his large cock quicker. Heidi looked at her sister and winked. Neither of them spoke. They didn't want their voices to be on the sound track of the video they were recording.
"Heidi, your sister Hillary has been a bad girl. Spank her tight little ass as she licks me!" Michael added. "Make it sting!"
Heidi couldn't keep silent. She moved and whispered lowly into her sister ear, "He seems to have embellished his little fantasy since you kicked him." Hillary looked at her sister and shrugged. Heidi stifled a giggle.
They continued to record Michael until he was done. The monologue was even better. It proved that not only did he masturbate in the shower, but that he had incestuous and abusive thoughts about his cousins while he did so.
A week later the twin's sat in their room after dinner and worked on consolidating the different footage they captured over the last seven days. They labored together editing the recordings to make the final version perfect. They used one of their brand new laptops that they bought for college and some software they borrowed from a friend.
"So, when do we send it to Aunt Beth?" Heidi asked once they were done. Hillary frowned.
"We don't," she said. "I know that was the original plan, but I can't help feel that aunt Beth will be as hurt and upset as Michael. Look how father reacted to Michael's stunt."
"Well then," Heidi sighed. "What are you planning on doing with it?"
"Oh, I think some good old fashioned blackmail is called for," Hillary grinned, and then asked, "How would you like to have a slave to help do our chores for the next month or so?"
'When do we drop it on dear cousin Michael?" Heidi smiled.
"How about now?" Hillary suggested, unwilling to wait another minute. "I hate for him to get another good night sleep."
"You are so evil!" Heidi laughed. "Let's go!"
They grabbed the disk and made there way down the hall and toward the front door. Their parents were in the living room watching television.
"Where are you two off to?" their father asked. Hillary smiled. He was starting to sound like his old self. He'd obviously decided to take her advice and act like he never saw the pictures.
"To visit Michael," Heidi answered. "He has to be going crazy after nearly two months of being by himself."
"It's his own fault," their father replied.
"We know, but we figured we give him another chance," Hillary said.
"It's late," their mother put in, watching her daughters carefully. She hadn't told her husband that Michael was the one who took and sent them the pictures of Hillary, but that didn't mean that she forgot. She knew her daughters well enough to know that they were not the type to easily forgive an action like that either.
"We won't be long," Heidi smiled and walked out into the night. Hillary followed her, leaving their mother's look unanswered.
"Beautiful night," Hillary said as she looked up at the full moon.
"And it's only going to get better!" Heidi grinned, causing her sister to laugh.
They made their way to the cabin without incident. Hillary knocked on the door and they waited impatiently for Michael to answer. His eyes grew big when he saw them.
"What do you two want?" he asked, careful to keep an eye on Hillary.
"You seem reluctant to let us in," Heidi said with a smile. "Don't worry, I promise to protect you if Hillary decides to kick you again."
