The bellow of her father's voice from the first floor hallway disrupted her sleep. As she sat up in her bed, Tristan scampered fearfully into her room.
"Jess, you awake?" His tiny 7 year old voice called out. Luckily, the streetlamp outside provided enough light for him to see Jessa outstretch her arms to him. In moments, she felt him sliding into her protective embrace. Another crash from downstairs made them both jump.
Tristan hadn't a clue what caused this fury between their parents, but Jessa knew. Images of a similar night flickered from her memory. She was 11 and her mother was pregnant with Tristan. Her father couldn't seem to understand that her mother wasn't interested in any intimacy. He thought that he was being fair in settling for at least a make-out session. It was clear that he was both drunk and beyond horny as hell. The argument that erupted then drew young Jessa to the stairs. That was her biggest mistake. Before she realized it, her father had tackled her in the second floor hallway. After an unpleasurable 15 minutes, Jessa managed to break free and fled to the safety of Uncle Paul's house on the next block.
Her reverie was interrupted when Tristan spoke ecstatically, "Jess, he's coming!" Sure enough, their father's footsteps were growing closer.
She jumped to her feet and thanked God that they had full pyjama's since there was no time to change. "Tris, get our bags from the closet and climb down the tree to get to Uncle Paul's house."
He hesitated, "But what about you Jess?"
"Just go!" She harshly urged him forward. "I'll meet up with you." That satisfied him while she banked all of her hopes that she could get away just like last time. Tristan made it through the window just as their father kicked the bedroom door open. He turned around and watched as their father grabbed his sister. "Tris, run!" She willingly turned to face her father as he roughly slammed her against the wall.
"That bitch of your mother has gotten neglectful again." He sneered at her. Jessa winced from his foul beer breath and inwardly gasped from his pressing erection.
Tristan managed to climb down the tree with two backpacks in his hand. At the base of the tree he instinctively glanced up to the open window upon hearing Jessa's scream of protest. He flinched and edged away from the house. "C'mon, Jess." He tightly closed his eyes and prayed for a miracle.
Jessa struggled to free herself from her father, yet at the moment she was only causing their bodies to rub together. He moaned endlessly and begged for more.
I have to get out of here. Tristan is counting on me to return to him.
Her thoughts were drowned out by her fathers' moans. Her desire to not let Tristan down shattered her fear and panic, allowing her anger to rise. In one swift move, she shoved her kneecap straight into his precious crotch. He fell back from her and she didn't hesitate to flee out of the bedroom door. As she bolted out of the back door, her eyes sought out Tristan—though hoping that he was already at Uncle Paul's. "Tristan!" Her shout was enveloped in a harsh whisper. "Tristan, you better not—!"
He came out from his hiding spot behind the tree. "Jess!" He dropped the backpacks and ran into her arms. "I thought he got you!" Gratefully, she returned the hug.
"C'mon, we have to leave." She ushered him toward his backpack while grabbing her own and led him away from their cursed home. Within minutes, Jessa tugged Tristan up the porch steps to Paul's house. After two sets of knocks and one ring of the doorbell, Paul had answered.
"Jessa, Tristan, what's wrong?"
"I'll explain after we get Tristan settled into bed." She motioned to her tired brother. Paul nodded and ushered them in. He had a hunch of what it was, but wanted to hear the specifics. Jessa led Tristan up to the room that was available to them whenever they'd spend the night. She quickly tucked him in and sat with him.
"Are you leaving me now, Jess?" He mumbled tiredly.
She reached and smoothed his hair aside in a motherly fashion, "No Tris. I could never leave you. I'll just be downstairs talking to Uncle Paul." He nodded approval and turned over. She sat with him a bit longer to make sure he was really asleep. Jessa quietly left the room and met Paul in the kitchen.
"Made coffee." He handed her a warm mug before taking one for himself and moving to the table with her. "Ok, so tell me what happened."
She took a sip and sighed. "Aside from a few changes, it was almost the same night seven years ago."
Paul's eyes went wide as he understood. "Did he go after Tristan?"
Jessa shook her head. "No. Thank God!" She stared into her mug. "He just came after me—again."
Paul reached out and linked his fingers with hers. "At least you got away again." He nudged her hand and her eyes met his.
"I'm sorry to wake you."
"Don't be." He then tenderly brushed her long hair aside; however, her yawn seemed to ruin the moment. "Go on, get to bed." He helped her to her feet and watched her walk away.
Tuesday afternoon rolled around to find Jessa in the room she shared with Tristan trying to read a book. She was still uneasy about letting Tristan attend school, but Paul was very convincing. Jessa checked the clock on the nightstand and noted that her brother would be home in an hour. She set the book down and planted her feet on the plush carpet just as Paul knocked and entered the room.
"Uncle Paul?"
He took one look at her and smirked. "Going to pace the house again? You've only got what...another hour?"
Jessa turned her gaze away, so she didn't see him approach her. "I'm only worried that Dad might nab him to get to me."
Paul knelt down in front of her, "Tristan will be just fine, Jessa." He reached over and forced her to look at him. "Jess, I have a confession."
"Hmm..." She blinked dumbly at him and remained in his grasp.
"I was never there on both instances with your father, but ever since you told me about the first one...I haven't been able to stop thinking of you that way." He trailed his finger upwards and across her face, easily gliding through her hair.
"Unc—"
His other hand came up just then and silenced her. "None of that now. Just Paul will do." He took his hand away from her mouth and leaned slightly closer.
"...Paul..." She looked at him directly. "I should confess too." He nodded for her to go on. "I refused Daddy because I wanted you." Jessa was the one to instigate the deep passionate kiss between them.
Paul didn't break the contact between their lips as he rose up slightly to better hover over her. Her backside met the bed as she became a sandwich between it and Paul. Her hands slid into his khaki pants and wrapped around his cock. She was rewarded with the first of many moans from him. Jessa tested him with a few strokes and instinctively he bucked urgently against her motions. "Oh, Jess."
"What's the hurry, Paul?" She whispered in his ear.
"We've got less than an hour." He reminded her in a husky voice that Tristan was due to arrive home soon.
"Then I guess we skip foreplay?" She glanced at him and he nodded.
"There'll be time later on." Their frantic attempts to shed their clothing seemed to thwart their desire to get at each other. Once they attained nudity, there seemed to be a stillness of activity. "Don't tell me you're changing your mind now!"
She shook her head, "No. It's just that..."
"What, Jess?"
"Well..." She blushed as she felt his cock twitching in anticipation against her thigh. "...I'm a virgin, Paul."
"That's wonderful!" He beamed.
