My Sister and her Cheerleader Friends Ch. 08

Nikki gave him a little smirk and Frankie made to slap her but held off at the last minute. He turned the phone back on to himself and smiled, "It's hard to hold your temper sometimes isn't it Hammer? I know you struggle with it!"

He moved away from Nikki to stand in front of Olivia, scanning her appreciatively. She stood before him, still in the tiniest of cheerleader skirts, knee-high white socks and a tight half top that barely contained her ample breasts but showed off her muscled midsection perfectly. Her hair was tied in two dark plaits that hung over each shoulder and her amber eyes meet his defiantly. Olivia's hands were still tied behind her back, her ankles tied tightly and a piece of tape covered her mouth.

"My, my, my, Nikki! You must be so proud," Frankie congratulated her as he walked in the full circle around Olivia, phone in hand. Ellie felt dread rise up inside her, like a weight upon her chest.

"I mean, clearly there is not much Hammer to this one now is there?!" he laughed, turning the camera back towards himself and then back again.

"But, you were never nice to me were you, Olivia. Ordering me around. Teasing me with your uniform, with these long legs." Frankie ran his hand slowly up Olivia's leg and slipped it beneath her tiny skirt. He moved his gaze up to her face, to capture her expression. Ellie struggled to see past him but thought she saw his hand move to the front of her panties.

Olivia gasped, eyes flashing with open shock, while Frankie's hand moved beneath the material of her underwear.

"So smooth and soft," Ellie barely heard him say, "so tight and warm. Mmmm," he breathed, closing his eyes to savour the sensation of the touch. He seemed reluctant to stop his play but finally, Frankie took his hand out and held one finger up beneath his nose, drawing in a deep breath. He seemed to savour the sweet perfume and then, with an exaggerated movement, he placed the finger into his mouth and sucked it, while staring into her eyes.

"Delicious. I reckon you could sell this, Olivia. So sweet and sensual!"

Frankie stepped back from her again, to study Olivia anew.

"But, my God, girl, you are nearing perfection. Now, let's see what you're hiding beneath these clothes."

Frankie brandished his knife again, the gun precariously tucked into the elastic of his pants, and pulled Olivia's top from her shoulder. He then began to slice through the fabric, first from one side, then the other. He threw the rag, that was once her cheer top, away onto the ground. He didn't pause though. Frankie reached out to grasp the skirt that clung about Olivia's hips and ripped it down, leaving it discarded around her ankles.

The clearing was silent for a moment, the only noise was the crackle of the fire and the soft creak of the gum branches as they moved with the wind. It was almost as if the whole bush had stopped to stare.

Frankie stood slowly running his eyes up and down her body. It was as if he had just been given the toy of his dreams and he just didn't know what to play with first.

"Matching underwear must be a requirement in the Fanitio household," Frankie stated to the phone.

Olivia stood in her white bra and high-cut panties. The lingerie complimented her naturally flawless, olive skin and the curve of her figure. Her breasts rose and fell quickly with her rapid breaths.

"They look like they're keen to be freed," Frankie sniggered towards the phone and then moved around behind her to unhook her bra and slide down her panties.

Ellie marvelled at Olivia's body. How could you not? She was a work of art. A Roman sculpture of Venus herself. Her breasts were perfectly shaped and symmetrical. Her figure curved from her shoulders and into her taut stomach before curving back out at the hip. Her labia lips were hairless and invitingly plump and rounded. Her legs were long and toned. Ellie turned to see Libby staring, her mouth slightly open.

Frankie whistled.

"Nikki, I thought you were the most incredible woman I had ever laid eyes upon but, I'm sad to say, I think she is the Snow White to your Wicked Queen! Breathtaking!"

He looked down at Nikki who was trying to get to her feet.

"No, no, no. Don't go anywhere. Your daughter will join you momentarily" he chuckled, moving over to crouch beside her. He placed the knife beside her face and turned it so it glittered in the firelight. She froze, staring at the knife like a frightened deer. He tilted his head to signal he wanted her to turn back over on her back, which she carefully did.

Ellie ducked down when Frankie turned in her direction.

What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she move and rescue her best friend? She needed to do something. Anything, before it was too late! But she was frozen in place just like she saw Olivia was, as Frankie moved to loom before her yet again. Ellie turned to check on Libby, but she seemed paralysed with fear too.

Frankie smiled a cold smile at Olivia, who refused to meet his eyes and then reached out to gently cup one of her firm breasts. Ellie noted the tightening of her mouth was the only indication that she even felt his hand. She was obviously determined to try and give him nothing but Ellie knew it couldn't last.

Frankie carefully slid the knife back into his pants hip and Ellie noticed the gun drop out and land silently in the grass at his feet. Ellie, snapped her gaze upwards to see if Frankie had noticed but he seemed fully intent on caressing both Olivia's tits at the time and was unaware the gun had fallen. Ellie elbowed Libby and pointed to where the gun had dropped. Libby's eyes widened in acknowledgement.

Oblivious to everything else, Frankie had now leaned in to lick at one of Olivia's nipples. It made Ellie uncomfortable watching and she shook her head to try and shake away any unwanted feelings of desire that were slowly creeping in. Frankie began to suck and nibble at Olivia's nipples, squeezing and caressing her perfect breasts. Ellie saw him slide one hand from a breast and slowly down the lines of her stomach until he cupped between her legs.

Ellie saw that Olivia was trying to remain still but she had unconsciously closed her eyes as he ran a finger slowly along her exquisite slit while he continued to feast upon her breasts. Ellie noticed that Nikki's eye's had stopped darting around the trees to see for a way out and instead, were now watching the scene play out intently too. They were glazed over, her lips slightly parted and her hand straying down between her own legs. Frankie took his face away from Olivia's breasts and then, making sure he could capture the truth hidden behind her cracking mask, looked deeply into her eyes as he slipped his finger inside her.

The fire crackled and threw up sparks into the air as Olivia's involuntarily parted her ruby lips and tilted her head back. Frankie smiled triumphantly and slipped another finger inside her, sliding them in and out. He moved his other hand down to join the first and Ellie could just make out him playing with Olivia's clit. He leaned in and began kissing at her neck, sucking at her earlobe.

Ellie started to feel herself being swept up in her friend's involuntary pleasure. She despised Frankie but couldn't help but feel a little aroused watching his fingers thrust in and out of her friend, see Olivia's body tense, her head tilt and lips part. Olivia licked her own lips and she began pushing back in time with Frankie's fingers.

"You know Olivia. I've lusted after you ever since you began riding in my car wearing your tiny little school uniform. I've lusted after you and your mum," he said turning to Nikki.

"I've fantasised about fucking both of you but your dear old Dad took that away from me!"

Frankie ripped out his fingers, grabbed Olivia by her arm and flung her onto the grass next to her mum.

"There is one other fantasy I always had though, that you're going to fulfil for me tonight" he

Sneered.

"You are going to fuck your Mum!"

Ellie saw both Olivia and Nikki's eyes widen in shock and horror. Both immediately began to plead and whimper but Frankie was having none of it.

"ENOUGH!" he yelled pushing both of them back down onto the grass, "You will do what I say or I will stab you both!"

Both girls began to cry but they soon settled down.

"I'll make you a deal ladies. If you convince me that you are enjoying it, I'll even let you live...but if either of you tries and escape or disappoint me, I'll kill the other one. How's that for a deal?!" he chuckled evilly.

Ellie went to slowly stand and inched out from under the fern. The gun was only meters away and she had to stop this now before it was too late. Ellie quickly sat down again cursing to herself. It was like Frankie had a sixth sense though for the minute she moved, Frankie turned and snatched up the gun she had been convinced he had forgotten and moved around to the other side of the clearing, near the lookout to sit atop the picnic table. He placed the gun down beside him on the tabletop and marched over to drag the women around the other side of the fire. Nikki and Olivia were closer to the table where Frankie sat now. Ellie vaguely saw Frankie hold up his phone again and gesture with his knife for the ladies to begin.

Ellie needed to move closer. She could no longer see and wasn't close enough to help if the opportunity arose. She grabbed at Libby arm and signalled that they should move. The girls then carefully crept further into the bush and around the outside of the clearing to try and come around beside Frankie. It took more time than she would have liked but Ellie was determined to sneak up as close to Frankie as she could to stand behind an old gum tree. She feared Frankie would hear their approach but for once his instincts were off. He seemed thoroughly distracted. When the girls peeked out from behind the tree they could see what had him so enthralled.

Before him on the grass, the girls saw a scene playing out that they would never forget.

Olivia was writhing naked on the ground. Her hands were free and the tape was removed from her mouth. Her back was arched and she was moaning with pleasure. Her hands reached down between her legs to weave her fingers through the dark curly hair of her mother's head.

"Yes, Mummy! Yes!"

Ellie couldn't believe what she was seeing or what she was hearing coming out of her best friend's mouth.

"Your tongue feels so good inside me, Mummy"

Ellie watched Nikki reach up and slowly run her hand over the warm firm skin of her daughter's taut stomach. Olivia unthreaded one of her hands from her mother's hair and reached up to take her mother's hand and guide it up further to grasp one of her magnificently shaped breasts.

Nikki lifted her head, and Ellie could see her eye's blazing with desire as she held her daughter's gaze. Her month still worked on kissing and sliding her tongue over her daughter's soft skin, her hairless lips and deep within them. Olivia's resistance had faded. Elle could see, the euphoric pleasure she was captured within, in her expression. Her mask had shattered and her face showed an innocence, an overwhelming wave of desire she was lost within.

Olivia's back arched and she threw her head back. Her raven hair was cast over her head in the motion, her eyes were closed and Ellie could see was swept up in the pleasure her mother was giving her.

'This was wrong!' Ellie cried out internally. Her best friend was being forced to have sex with her own mother. Ellie's eyes darted to where Frankie sat enraptured on the wooden park table, clutching between his legs awkwardly while casually filming the whole scene with his other hand. It made her furious but, as she turned to look back at her friend, she couldn't help but be aroused. To her horror, she realised her own hand was already down her saturated panties and she was already pleasuring herself! She darted her eyes to see if Libby had noticed but her eyes were also locked on the passion playing out on the grass before her.

Ellie felt how wet she was, how completely aroused she was. She couldn't deny how beautiful Olivia and her mother were. The near perfection of their olive skin, their hair, their lips, their curves, their breasts. But it was Olivia's carnal wave of pleasure that her mother was building in her, that was overwhelming Ellie. With a mix of vanishing disgust and increased desire, Ellie realised she desperately wanted to be Olivia at this moment. She wanted Nikki's wet, hungry mouth between her spread legs. She wanted Libby's hands slowly sweeping over her skin and cupping her breasts.

What also shocked her though, is she realised she wanted to also be Libby. She wanted to hold her friend in her arms. Be lost in the heat of her eyes, kiss and lick the length of her neck. Feel her soft lips against hers, drink in the passion of her mouth while she weaved her fingers through her thick hair.

She needed to run her hands over the length of her friend's body, down the small of her back and over the curves of her taunt bottom. She wanted to spread her friend's legs and touch the hidden treasure between them. Ellie watched as Olivia began to silently gasp and buck as her mother lapped at her soft mound. She wished it was her.

Ellie should have been more careful. Should have been hiding but at that moment, she did not care. She could feel her own pleasure mounting and she had to lean against the tree as her legs began to shake. Oliva was grasping Nikki's head in one hand and was leaning on the other while she thrashed under the waves of pleasure.

Ellie felt her own pleasure mount and she had to use all her willpower to swallow down her own cries and gasps as she dropped to her knees, shaking from her own organism. The rhythmic pattern of pleasure, relentlessly washed over her as she played with herself. When her shuddering finally stopped, she slowly opened her eyes and Libby was kneeling next to her.

A smirk played across Libby's lips and her eyes glittered mischievously. Ellie looked up at her embarrassed before Libby did a most unexpected thing. Libby cupped Ellies face in on hand and drew in close to her. Ellie was briefly confused at what was happening before Libby leaned in and softly kissed her on the lips. Before she drew away, Libby whispered in Ellie's ear, " That was really hot! You're full of surprises, Ellie!"

Ellie was unsure what to do next when the moment was broken by Frankie's irritated voice,

"Okay, Okay, enough of that shit. This is just frustrating me. Up, you two bitches get"

Ellie stood and, with Libby, peered around the tree. Frankie was roughly lifting Nikki off her daughter. Libby had slid up atop Olivia and the two had been sharing a passionate kiss in the afterglow of Olivia's orgasm but Frankie had other plans and had Libby on her feet. He then ripped Olivia up two and pushed them forward towards the lookout and the broken fence that lay between the picnic area and the sheet drop beyond.

Frankie had the phone away now but had the knife in hand. Olivia stood trying in vein to cover herself with her arms but Nikki made no attempt at modesty, glaring at Frankie unashamed.

"I have to say, you two put on a good show but I wasn't actually sent here for any of that really," he admitted with an evil smirk, "but it was Jimmy who set all this up while your husband was away."

Nikki laughed at him with contempt clearly in her voice while Frankie seemed busy scrolling through his phone.

"Jimmy is family you, pitiful little man. He loves his uncle. He'd never do anything to break his trust or hurt us."“Is that so?” Frankie giggled and held up his phone for her to see. Ellie could see the picture but the volume was on full so Ellie could hear it clearly.
“Hello, Auntie. I’m sorry for all of this but it’s time for a change in leadership and Hammer is not the man he was. I was sad that Olivia had to be involved in all of this but, I must say Auntie, you’ve always been a bitch and having you sent to Hammer in pieces will be a real pleasure! Hammer will then come seeking revenge on Frankie but sadly, I’ll be waiting with all my men to fill him with so many bullets, they’ll struggle to lift him into the casket ”
Frankie turned off the phone and laughed at Nikki’s shocked expression.

Everything was silent for a moment before Nikki’s eyes blazed and she screamed with unearthly fury.
“That piece of fucking shit! That piece of ungrateful, traitorous, piece of diseased shit!”
“It seems that you and your husband's days are at an end my beautiful Nikki. Now I just need to take a couple of souvenirs from you” he stated gesturing towards her large naked breasts, “and then you can step over that edge there”
Nikki and Olivia's eyes flashed with anger and, then turning to Olivia, obvious fear for her daughter. Nikki’s eyes darted to his knife and she stared to edge forward.
Franke took a step back and reached around behind him to the top of the picnic table to search for the gun while never taking his eyes off the girls.
“Now be careful Nikki, or Olivia dies too!”

Suddenly Nikki stopped and smirked. Frankie looked confused at her abrupt change of expression.
“Now where is that fuckin’ gun,” he said, quickly sparing a look at the table behind him.
“Right here!”

Ellie had used the distraction to dart into the side of the table, snatch up the gun and now stop with Libby behind the table with the gun in hand. She felt panicked and terrified, her whole body shook and she shouted,
“Drop the knife and get on your knees!”

Frankie eyes went wind in shock and then, taking in Ellie’s obvious terror, held up a protective hand in front of himself and put the hand with the knife behind him. He slowly rounded the table and Ellie keep her distance, moving to stand next to his naked friend and mother.

“Now, just give me the gun and you won’t get hurt.” Frankie implored, gesturing with his hand to pass the weapon over while slowly edging closer. All of the girls shuffled back until they were almost at the lip of the drop behind them. Ellie eye’s darted around for help. She couldn’t do this. She’d just killed her friend, mother and now Libby all because she couldn’t pull the trigger. She had to do it. She had to!

Frankie could obviously see her inner turmoil and edged forward with confidence.
“Give it her girl. We both know you won’t hurt anyone!”

“I will though!”

Suddenly, HE was there.

Jarrod loomed over Frankie like a gigantic shadow of death. The flickering flames of the campfire seemed to emblaze his face to appear as a demonic mask of rage and terror. His eyes flared with the uncompromised promise of death and unspeakable violence. Every part of his body seemed to swell with impending vengeance.

Frankie turned too late, as Jarrod’s metal-capped boot came down against the side of his knee knee like a sledgehammer. The knee imploded sideways with a hideous crack and Frankie tumbled to the ground screaming, dropping the knife. He desperately tried to reach for the blade but Jarrod’s boot came down once more and his arm was the next thing to snap.

Frankie rolled around in agony, snatching the blade with his other hand. Jarrod, stamped down on his digits and Frankie’s hand was soon a splattered mess. Jarrod reached down and lifted Frankie up off the ground by his shirt until he was mere centimetres from his face.
“You tried to hurt what is mine. What I love. What I live for,” Jarrod barely contained fury, as if he was barely holding on.
“You hurt women, raped them, threatened to kill them. There is no punishment, no torture you don’t deserve!”
Frankie whimpered, his terrified eyes averted from Jarrod’s.

Jarrod held him aloft for what seemed like an eternity, staring with utter anger and wrath. Everyone held their breath, everything was silent other than the crackle of the fire.