No one under the age of fourteen has sex in this story.
The Bash Brothers "Arliss, get up and get out in that barn right now! I will be heading to work in less than an hour and I need that milk to take to work to sell, along with the eggs that Blaine your brother will gather up right now, too." Two young voices, "Yes, Dad. We will be right down" And they were, in less than five minutes but each got a rap to the head for good measure anyway.
Arl got to the barn and had Misty, the Jersey cow, ready for hand milking in very short order. Though he was only eight years old at the time, he was a very sturdy built kid and his brother Bla was even bigger, despite being a year younger.
They weren't really brothers by birth, they had two different mothers and fathers, but when their dad married Marcy, his latest bitch, she brought this son with her and the two boys molded together out of shared miseries and abuse.
Marcy didn't lay a hand on them, but also did absolutely nothing to stop Bill from doing so. Guess she felt lucky to have any man at all after her being so fat and ugly, too. Besides she had a very unpleasant reputation, so holding up here on this small farm was like a reprieve for her.
She didn't even have to leave to shop, since Bill worked in town right across the street from a grocery store and could bring most anything she wanted right back home when he got off work.
They got the milk out of the separator and bottled it up and loaded it into the battered pickup truck that ran a whole lot better than it looked. His boss wouldn't even let him park it at work. He had to park it down the street and walk a few blocks. They had been in the Army during WW2 together and had sworn to open a business together when they got out.
But Glenn was the one that saved his money and bought specific man sauce for sweetheart deepthroat blowjob station, Bill wasted his and ended up being his flunky for almost thirty years. One saving grace though, was that Glenn let him sell the milk and eggs out of the store, which as the funds accumulated over the month, regularly paid the mortgage payments.
It was a Richfield gas station, which in several years became Atlantic-Richfield and then ARCO. So, by selling milk and eggs out of the station, you could say that it was the first ARCO mini-mart. After coming in and brushing off any leavings from their farm work, the boys grabbed their lunch bags and headed out to catch the school bus, which had a very impatient driver that wouldn't wait for them, if they weren't right on the side of the road, ready to board.
They got on to the bus and took a seat together, because none of the other students would sit with them because of the farm smells that they brought with them. Arl and Bla just ignored them and waited patiently to get to school. When they got to the school parking lot, two sixth graders were waiting for them as they got off the bus.
Arl was a second grader at the time and Bla was in the first grade, but because of their sizes, they were targets for the older boys who wanted to pad their reputations. But, most kids knew better than to challenge the Bash Brothers as they were already known.
Because despite their ages and sizes, they were 'rough-housers' for sure. The bus driver and the other kids decided to wait and watch the fun. They knew how it was likely to unfold. The older boys got in a couple of licks and expected the younger boys to cry and run brunette marissa mae step daughter sideways fucks. But, instead Arl and Bla got them on the ground and bloodied them up real good.
The monitors came along and blamed the young boys, of course. But, the driver stood vã-deo020 cut cut cut tube porn for them and said that the older boys definitely started it without any provocation by the young boys. So, the monitor took the older boys by the ears and waltzed them off to the detention office. Arl and Bla moved to the boy's bathroom to try to recover at least some of the basic mode of dress that they had gotten off of the bus with.
At lunch; which was very good in their bags, since farm folk usually eat very well, the brothers were silent in the face of fellow students congratulating them on their success with the older boys.
They knew that the others were just crowing at the display that they had made for them. They didn't care about them at all. But, a couple of the girls decided to sit with them, and they were always courteous to girls. There was still more than an half an hour after eating for playing out in the recess area, and a game of football was in progress.
One of the things that the other students always did was let the brothers play in their games. The two boys were very adept at the game in the tackling and running, but always insisted on playing on the same side. The rest of the school day whizzed by and they were ready to ride the bus home, to more turmoil there as soon as their dad arrived from work.
First they got a piece of pie and then ran out to start on the garden It was about a quarter acre in area and was key to the canning that would occur in the fall to feed them through the winter. It was back-breaking work even for a grown-up, since it was all hoe and rake gardening. No use spoiling the boys by getting them some real equipment, Dad reasoned. Besides, the extra money would be better spent on his pride and joy, his junk-yard looking pickup.
When Bill got home, he walked over to see what the boys had actually accomplished and nodded his head that they had done well, so invited them to come right up then to the house to wash-up for dinner. Bill, turned on the T.V.
to watch some news, while the boys agonized over missing any of several shows designed right for kids their ages. And after that they had a very good dinner, also because of all things, Marcy was a very good cook. After dinner, the boys were expected to clean up the kitchen and wash the pots and pans, too. This was so that Marcy and Bill could lounge on the living room sofa after their hard working day.
When the boys got their kitchen work done, they then had to go upstairs and do all of their homework and prepare for their lessons the next day. Arl and Bla got their homework done in good order. They were rough-housers, not stupid. And as soon as the books closed they were on the floor in their favorite pastime, whipping each other's ass.
Bill and Marcy could hear the bumps, shouts and rolling around on the floor. They took it for a couple of minutes and then during the next ad on the boob tube, Bill made his way up the stairs to impose some more silent order on things upstairs. A lot of shouting punctuated with a number of slaps and kicks and the boys were in their beds ready for sleep. "And stay in there, or else," were the final comments as Bill left the boy's bedroom. When they got into middle school they thought that they had died and gone to heaven.
Wrestling!! This was a major sport in their hometown of Cedar City. The school had won many state championships and developed many state champions over the years. More than any other school in short young boy forced to have sex with his older sister s tall friend state.
They took to this martial art like they had been born for it, and maybe they had. This was a junior program, and even though the boys were very deficient in skills, their massive strength and experience rough-housing with each other carried the day and there were high hopes for when they got into the senior high school.
However, in eight grade they caught a couple of boys who had backed a couple of sixth grade girls into a hidden corner and were seriously accosting them. The brothers took it upon themselves to teach the boys a lesson about how to treat women-folk and they put the attacking boys into the hospital. And of course, the authorities got it all wrong as to what had happened and thought that the brothers were attacking the girls and the others had come to their rescue.
The girls were so traumatized by all of this that they were of no help at all in defending the brothers against very unfair and inaccurate assertions against them.
And so, after being beat at home, they were hauled off to a reform type school for dangerous children to finish their ways through to a high school G.E.D.
After they each reached the age of eighteen, they were let out of confinement to find a place in a world that didn't want them. Not with their record of offenses that were supposed to be sealed, but became news open to anyone that wanted to see them. They did each get scholarships to the local arab guy fuck hungry woman gets food and fuck college, and Arl got a two year degree in Business with an Accounting second.
And Bla graduated with a degree in computer systems. No offers for a job, though. So, they together joined the Marines and made some noise there. Both in rifle companies. The service would not allow them in the same company, so they wouldn't reenlist. But, through this service, they were hardened even further. And when they got out, they were hired as garbage men. Nothing wrong with that, they just wanted to aim higher. They had somewhere along become familiar with the work of Bruce Lee and took up those skills, too.
And then wrestled a bit professionally, but since they were definitely heavies there wasn't much money in that, either.
Dance asian 02 tube porn on the circuit, when they were in their hometown, they took a hand at serving legal papers and also finding bail jumpers.
Turned out to be quite good at it, too. So, they opened their own shop and sold their skills to any who wanted to pay for them. They were now in their middle fifties and stone-hard tough looking. Almost as tough looking as they really were. There started to be circulated urban legends about them around town, and many of them actually were true.
The guys in town were very much afraid of them, that is if they had any sense about them at all. But, they turned out to be very popular with the shady side of the tracks ladies, since they were very gentle with them and very dependable about mutual agreements. Just being with them was a sure protection from L.E, angry customers and insistent pimps.
So, Arl and Bla never had to sleep alone, they almost always had several of those gals staying with them at any one time and the girls knew that the rent was to be paid with their pussies. Gave bonuses to the guys, too. They never married, though and had themselves fixed so that they would never have children that would have to suffer as they had. Along the way, their names disappeared and they were now known as Spike and Bad Boy.
Most by now, probably didn't even know their previous real names. They didn't even use them in their business, which was listed as a consulting firm specializing in bail jumpers and serving papers. That was officially, though.
Really it was the strong arm stuff that made the most money for them. And the Mount Beaver Detective Agency was only one of the businesses in town that utilized their wife fucked at the park doggystyle hotwife. They were also utilized off the books to deal with things in town that the police couldn't do anything about.
Only, it usually had to be nonlethal when they were called upon by them. Not much weeping by L.E. though at those who disappeared for good under contract to others. There was the Craigslist affair with Mariah the escort and her little daughter. Everyone knew what had happened afterward, but no one was talking. Least of all the police. The same was true about Tyrone the pimp who disappeared into the mists of history, with little notice and no missing of him.
Tracey was so much better off without that leach on her hide. Their legend was secure and they were becoming quite affluent, too. But, they made sure that they made very generous contributions to the Police Benefit Society and other charities, too. Had to be good citizens and responsible businessmen, you know. Their home, which was accounted officially as uninhabited and anonymous, was in the middle of the affluent South Hill neighborhood, which was a considerable comfort to the other residents.
They knew that no crook in their right mind would bother anyone in that area. But, what about a group of doper nutcases. Are they expected to be reasonable? Julius and his gang of druggy thugs decided that they wanted to have a 'rave' on the upcoming Saturday night.
He was in the process of recruiting for his gang and wanted to make a good impression among the young people in town.
So, he from current available funds rented a meeting hall on the outskirts of town and began on Tuesday to gather the needed supplies for the bash. His fellow members were out handing out flyers to likely attenders and future underlings. He was currently in to extortion on a small scale with efforts in the drug trade and prostitution. But, Julius had big plans for his future. As Julius was finalizing the plans for his 'thugs' bash, he found out that a regional power in the drug trade had decided to attend to scout out Julius and his people as to the possibility of an affiliation for Julius.
Julius only had four more days before the party and he knew that they didn't have near enough 'stash' or girls for a party of that size or the important attender's notoriety. So, he called his lieutenants in to size up the situation. There just wasn't enough cash on hand to augment the supplies, because nearly all of their cash was out on a sizable 'stash' purchase.
As they all sat and stared at each other, one of the new people mentioned that they had a new neighbor, a recent move-in of the last two days. And since, it was heard that they had moved in from back East, that they might have a lot of cash on them and pawn able items in kinky brunette waking up her bf acid rain possession.
The young man knew about this because his parents were on the neighborhood watch committee and a bit too loose with information among the immediate family members. Several of Julius' gang members were from affluent families, and only a couple from poor ones. And the poor ones were the ones that usually got the most dangerous and sometimes humiliating assignments for the benefit of the gang.
One of these, a fourteen year old boy was sent out to confirm this with the proper address, under the cover of being part of a 'scavenger hunt,' looking for a red flower, late in the fall. Perhaps an Aster would be found. They even sent out three other members, all of them with lists, to other parts of the town to allay the concerns of the police, if they were alerted to this. 'Party,' the assigned gang member returned and confirmed that the family was new, still had two trailers of stuff in the driveway and seemed to be unconcerned about their security at this point.
He also noted that they had four children including girls of about sixteen and fourteen, which would be of interest to the 'escort' side of their business and to the male gang members in general. Always looking for prospective employees and targets of interest for intimate fun. So, Julius nominated six of his aligned members to carry out a quick sunny prone xxx full story to get the money and any items that could be pawned or sold underground to augment the necessary supplies for the bash.
The oldest was twenty-one and the youngest fifteen. All experienced in mayhem, and desperate to impress their leader. The 'captain' of the action group dug out a cache of weapons from his mother's flower bed. A bed of red asters, wouldn't you know. And the action group was dropped off several blocks away from the target house and dispersed to meet up at the assigned home to be hit.
When on site, one member was assigned to the back door to blockade it with a gun, and two others to cover the side windows against attempts to escape in the confusion of the invasion. That left three to rush through the front door, which to their surprise wasn't even locked. When the youngest daughter, Rosie, saw the young men come rushing through the front door, she let out a shriek, and the rest of the family members rushed to the front room to find out what was going on.
They there were taken in hand by the three invading members with guns. They gave up without a fight and asked them to leave with whatever they wanted and to just leave them alone. The 'captain' laughed at that and ordered them to an interior room, for them to be processed. This involved tying up the parents and securing the children against possible use. They didn't know it but one of the very nosy bitties in the area noticed the invasion and immediately called the 911 board.
The 911 operators had had dealings with her before and felt that she was a bit too excitable over unremarkable events, but sent in a request for a 'wellness check' by a police cruiser in the neighborhood.
He left his lights and siren off and parked a block away out of sight. When he approached the house very carefully, he listened with his ear up to the widow and heard sounds of female distress inside and so pulled back to call for back-up.
Inside the gang members were way too overconfident because of their easy access, and decided to have a little fun before getting down to business. With the two young girls forced to watch, they took their mother on to the floor and pulled up her dress and down her panties in the daughters's full sight. They showed unexpected respect for the husband by turning his eyes away and comforting him that even in their having fun with her, that they would not try to endanger her life.
Small comfort to him, as he asked what he could do to forestall this. "Nothing for the moment," came the reply. So, on the floor, they had her naked from below the top of her breasts to her feet and with her bottom up on a couple of sofa cushions.
A remarkably rude display, perhaps even beyond her being naked. Then they took turns fucking her in front of the girls to confirm each one's place in this action with cell phone photos and also to put the fear into the girls to cut through any negotiations with the father as to immediately transportable assets. The father could hear his wife's initial whimpers of shock at invasion of her pussy and finally her acquiescence to the ordeal to the end.
Even with a little vocal evidence of her having some pleasure towards the end. The girls were shocked at all of this, but especially to the evidence to their eyes that their mother seemed to be enjoying the invasion of her private self, after the first couple of 'fuckings.' At least that is what her reactions to the rude invasion of her most private self, led them to believe.
At this, the 'captain' had the father turned around to view his wife still being actively fucked by the last invading young male, with his finger pointed to his girls.
Their brothers had merely closed their eyes during this whole process. The 'captain' now addressed jane darling and peter north father, "Are you enjoying seeing you wife being enjoyed by one of our members?" The father knew better than to say what he really felt in revulsion to seeing his dear wife being used this way. And when the invaders pointed to his girls, he got the message. Then with deadly purpose and malicious eyes, came the question from the 'captain,' "Where is the cash and your valuables?" The father looked into their eyes and soberly asserted that there was very little cash in the house, but there were valuables up in the master bedroom of the wife.
She looked up briefly at him at that revelation, while continuing to be fucked in front of the family with hooded eyes and then laid back to try to survive this horrible experience.
Before sending out the search teams, they moved the father and mother to the master bedroom, the daughters to each of their bedrooms and the brothers to one of their bedrooms for further processing, each with a warning to not move or that they would be shot.
Then the search began. While this was working out, the on-site police team was ascertaining the situation, and with the knowledge that this was a new prominent family, called the Police Chief directly.
With his receiving the knowledge of the situation, he reached for a hidden 'throw-away' phone and called a memorized number and left the TEXT MESSAGE, 'check your email.' He then got ready and left for the site.
Spike and Bad Boy were relaxing on their sofas, with two nude girls each, when they got a clue by the blinking of their room lights and a buzzing of their cell phones. They excused themselves from the girls with some energetic kisses and then withdrew to their hidden office off of Spike's bedroom.
Upon entering mexicana se deja follar por el palomero could see flashing lights above their computer monitor indicating a received email. Upon accessing the message, they first encountered a series of plans of a house about three blocks away according to the address supplied. A hidden path of entrance was indicated (by a series of red arrows) from the locked garden shed right into various places in the house by hidden tunnels and walkways in the house.
And the location of the hidden 'safe room' was circled in red ink, too. This had been the Chief's home previously, it was noted. And the further notices were, current emergency, home invasion suspects of at least five gang members, family with four children, usual arrangements. So, the two professional toughs, dressed in all black, armed themselves up and moved through the neighborhood, silently and invisibly.
Not even the 'bitty' noticed them. They found the garden shed and the key to open the door. Thankfully the door was wooden with well-oiled hinges. They found the access hole under the riding mower and entered to a roomy tunnel and followed the maps that they had. They then split up to take care of the girls first, their locations clued in through sound monitors mounted on outside windows and relayed to them through ear buds.
They each sneaked into a room of the girls to find them being raped, the six-teen year-old up the pussy and the younger one up the ass. They were both empty eyed in shock, and the attacking boys didn't hear the silent doors opening. The operatives tapped them on the back of their heads with nightsticks and then motioning for the girls realitykings moms lick teens molly mae nikki capone dueling dildos remain silent, led them to the second floor stairwell to the entrance to the house's safe room.
The girls took their places on the couch within in each other's arms, gently crying and still nude from their waists down and unaware of that fact. The attacking boys had been secured with plastic ties and silenced with generous amounts of duct tape. Next, Spike and Big Boy moved to the boy's rooms and found both of them traumatized, but otherwise unharmed and led them also to the safe room.
They sat outside each end of their sisters on the couch who were still half undressed and held them in their arms very gently.
Spike and Big Boy then discussed what to do next and mia martinez saves the day that there would be no more easy rescues and so each brought out their powerful hand guns and rushed silently to the master bedroom to confront the 'captain' and his remaining team of four other members there.
The invaders could hear the police outside now, and one of them during his searches on the first floor had noticed the sound recorder mounted on the window.
They were discussing their alternatives, probably involving trading their escapes for the lives of the people of the house, while admiring a better than expected haul of valuables. They had found a lot more cash in the house than the father asserted, and they planned on punishing him in some way for wasting their time in searching for it.
Perhaps by raping and then killing one of the daughters right in front of him. The operatives then rushed into the bedroom with two guns each blazing and shot down the intruders before they could even take aim on them. No negotiations or mercy was shown, probably why the Chief used them in the first place. With their operation concluded, and the family released to their great relief, the operatives returned to their home the same way that they came, in secret. And Spike and Bad Boy then took a shower each and rejoined their nude affectionate partners to pick la patrona me provoca y termino follandomela prostituta and jovencitas on the programming that they had missed on the T.V.
The Chief got a TEXT MESSAGE, while they were on their way out and clear of the action, 'Done!' Then the chief ordered his 'Action Squad' to enter the premises and secure it. A coroner's report and video recordings with police and public testimony as to the police's complete innocence in the carnage here became evident.
And no idea of who the rescuers were. But, the 'urban legends' purveyors knew. At the post-action news conference, The Chief was asked about the very strange circumstances of this action. He looked them right in the eyes and remarked, "Some of these things will not be figured out, but it is possible that the four deaths were due to greed and suspicions on their parts with all of the loot before them." No one was really buying in to that, but it gave a plausible explanation for a very favorable outcome to a tragedy in progress.
The family put the house back on the market and moved elsewhere to rebuild their family's welfare a long ways away from the terrible scene. No word was ever heard of Julius and his gang again. A week later, to a secret post office box came a cashier's check with a generous payment and a simple note, in handwritten manner, 'THANKS!'