My Sister Made Me Ch. 07

"Then who Sam?" Alex said. "You're really scaring me. Do I need to take you to the hospital?"

Sam shook her head. "Nothing happened like that," she said. "Well, not really."

Alex tried to relax then, but the questions were to scary to leave unanswered.

"Then talk to me," Alex said. "Please, you're scaring me."

Sam turned and looked at her sister then, and the stern, irritated facade that had been there melted away. Tears began to flow again and she leaned over and clutched at Alex.

"I feel like such a damn fool," she said. "It's fucking pissing me off."

Alex, her eyes wide at how her normally calm and proper sister was speaking, nodded and brushed a strand of damp hair.

Sam sat up then, pulling at a stray string on her shorts. "Around the time of your birthday," she said, "is when this all started."

She sighed deeply.

"Pastor Dan paid me a little bit of money to help him with things after the service. It was mainly paperwork and stuff but he and I talked about life and things I did with Keith Michael. It was nice, and it felt good to do something for someone else." Sam sighed, still picking at her shorts.

"I trusted him," she said, brushing away a sudden tear. "I still don't know what was real and what was a lie," she admitted.

Alex nodded. "Just tell me what happened sweetie."

Sam nodded. "One day, he confided in me that he was getting divorced," she said. "He said that his marriage was over and that he was so sad. He started crying, so I started to hug him and comfort him. He kissed me."

Alex raised an eyebrow.

"At first I was shocked and taken aback, but he was so apologetic and regretful," she explained. "The next time I saw him, he apologized again and again. I finally told him that it was okay and that I had been thinking."

She sighed. "I feel so stupid now, looking back and saying it out loud."

"I don't think you're stupid," Alex said.

Shaking her head and seemingly determined to continue, she wiped a tear away and kept explaining.

"It's a little fuzzy, since it was a few months ago. I remember thinking that I had led him on and that it was my fault that he'd kissed me. He said that it was his and he had been so enamored of me that he just couldn't control himself. I wanted to help him so bad because he was just so sad. He said he wanted to feel desired again and that he felt like he was losing touch with God. So, after my heart was breaking for him, I went over and kissed him. I told him that I wasn't going to go all the way with him but that he could kiss me for a little bit."

Alex nodded, still listening quietly.

"So he started getting really into it, and he starts playing with my boobs. I remember thinking that it was something he liked, and something that I knew would make him feel desired, which is what he said he missed, so I let him. Then, he stopped kissing me and said that he knew I couldn't go all the way, so would a blowjob be okay?"

"Jesus," Alex said.

Sam sighed. "I left immediately, but he stopped me and said that he was sorry and got carried away. I told him I'd never done that. He said he was wrong for asking, that it had just been so long that he wasn't thinking straight. So I saw him a couple of times, on Wednesdays and Sunday afternoons," she said. "We just kissed and talked for the most part. He'd try to go farther like taking my bra off or feeling me up again, but he'd apologize and tell me how much he was feeling like a real man and more virile."

She shook her head. "I'm such an idiot," she said. "Saying this out loud makes me realize what a naive little fool I was."

"Just keep going," Alex said.

Sighing deeply, she continued. "So I kept feeling like every time I was getting turned on, I was doing something wrong. I kept rationalizing it all by saying I was helping him. By doing that, I was able to be convinced that a blowjob wasn't really all that bad."

Alex covered her mouth in shock.

"So I started sucking off Pastor Dan," she admitted. "I was pretty bad at first," she said, "but I got a lot of practice," she said. "He didn't ever try and have sex with me though, and he kept telling me that I was helping him so much, and that he wasn't hurting. I kept telling myself that when I got wet or excited that it wasn't necessary, that I was doing everything to make him feel better."

Alex nodded, still silent.

"He taught me how to swallow his cum as a wife would do for her husband, and helped me learn to take his cock all the way into my mouth and throat," she said. She turned and looked at Alex, who was trying to cover the shocked look on her face.

"I thought he was really in need of my help, you know?" she asked.

Alex nodded.

"He started blindfolding me and would make me take two or three loads at once, or he'd strap me down and just... fuck my face with his cock," she said. "I got to where I was having daydreams about swallowing his cum. I even let Keith have a blowjob or two at the end."

Alex nodded again, still listening.

"So a few weekends ago, I had just finished swallowing another of his loads, and he took my blindfold off and I see his wife standing there," she said. "This is where I get confused, because she told me that I had saved their marriage. She said that she'd been wanting to join in and that they had great plans for me."

"I don't understand, his wife was watching?" Alex asked.

Sam wiped a tear from her eye. "Pastor Dan had me strapped down to a bench like thing where I was on my hands and knees. I'd felt another person in the room and someone had started licking... you know..." she said, looking up at Alex.

"She gave me an orgasm and that's why he took the blindfold off and he told me it was Amanda, his wife. I was so confused and turned on. That had been my very first one, and I desperately wanted to do it again. I remembering thinking that he'd lied to me. But she assuaged my fears and assured me that they hadn't lied, and that I'd really helped them. So for a few weeks, I've been their little sexual plaything," she said. "She made me go down on her a few times, and had me wear a vibrator during church service. They made me give Keith a blowjob while he was driving, and I watched them having sex in front of me while I pleasured them as much as I could."

She started crying again then as Alex pulled her close. "I just feel so dirty," she admitted. "So I got a text from them today," she said, shaking her head in a show of determination. "I went over and started eating Amanda's pussy. She had already brought me off and I was really getting into it when Pastor Dan came up behind me. I thought he was going to come around and let me have his dick again, but he put his hands on my hips and started rubbing the tip against my ..."

She shook more tears away, brushing aside Alex's hands. "I realized what he was doing so I got up and immediately tried to leave, but he apologized again and said he was sorry. He started to cry and I felt bad. I mean... I had no reason not to trust him up to that point," she said. "He was sitting on the bed and I felt so bad that I went over and started to suck his cock again," she said. "Just as he was going to let me... when he was going to cum in my mouth, he stood up and sprayed it all over my face and in my hair. He stepped away from me and then told Amanda to get "that slut" up and out of his house."

Alex covered her mouth in shock again. "That motherfucker," she said.

Sam cried again for a few seconds but then shook her head in determination. "Amanda did as she was told though, and helped me get dressed." She sighed. "I was in shock. I didn't kiss her goodbye and I just drove home and came in here. I laid on my bed and wondered just what the hell had happened."

Alex looked at her with a sympathetic gaze.

"I couldn't understand what I was feeling and I just laid here and cried," she said, fresh tears coming to her face as her shoulder bobbed up and down. "I was just... I was..."

"Ashamed," Alex said for her. She looked up and drew Sam's face up so she could look her in the eyes. "I am so... so sorry for that happening to you."

She sighed, brushing a few stray hairs from her sister's face. Outside the door, she heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Standing, she went over to the door and peeked out. Dane was coming back in, Sally in tow.

"Dane, come in here," Alex said.

"Alex, no," Sam said. "Please."

Alex shook her head. "That motherfucker isn't getting away with this, Samantha."

Sam shook her head, sliding out of bed and going over to plead with Alex as Dane stepped in the room.

"What's up?" he said. He looked at Sam and Alex and could tell something was wrong. Alex gave him the basic rundown of what had happened, basically saying that he had been using sympathy and coercion to get their sister to give him oral sex, and that his wife had been a willing accomplice.

As she finished a quick version of Sam's sad tale, Dane was clenching and un-clenching his fists.

"Please don't tell mom and dad," Sam begged, crying unabashedly.

Dane came up to her then and kissed her on the forehead, brushing away her tears. "I'd never do anything to embarrass you, Samantha. You're my sister and I love you, but there's got to be a line."

"We can't go to the police," Alex said. "It technically wasn't rape," she said. "I mean, he's a predator, for sure, but he didn't force himself on her."

"Motherfucker," Dane said.

Sam was still crying, nuzzling against Sally who had a wide-eyed expression on her face.

"Motherfucker," Dane said, almost yelling. Alex had never seen him so mad, not even when he'd caught her at the Twin Mountain Coffee Co.

"It wasn't like that," Sam said. "I was helping them, I thought..."

"No," Alex said. "Samantha, he lied to you. He used his divorce, if there ever was one, to convince you to give him sexual pleasure. That's a much slower and arguably much more cruel form of rape than just forcing himself on you. He lied and manipulated you."

"Please," she begged. "I don't want to go to the police."

Dane, his face red with rage, shook his head. "No police," he said. "Not for him." Without another word, he turned. Danny had gotten home with Sally as Dane went to his door and pounded on it.

"Danny!" he called. "Time to dance."

Danny emerged, without his shirt. "What?" he asked.

"Get your shit," Dane said. "I'll explain on the way."

Sam came out of the room then. "Dane, please, no!"

He turned, sighing. "I'm not going to hurt him," he said. "But it's either this, or we go to the police."

Sam shook her head again, pulling his arm. Dane wasn't going to be swayed however, and brushed aside a stray hair. "Alex, Sam, Danny, let's go."

He turned, followed by his siblings, Sam protesting the entire way. The drive wasn't too long, and in the short time that it took to go over Alex had given Danny the gist of what had happened.

"That lying motherfucker," Danny said. "That sneaky son of a bitch. I'm going to beat the fuck out of him."

Samantha was full on crying now, almost begging. "Please, I just want to forget about all of this. Please let's just go home."

Dane was adamant, though, and made her tell him where they lived.

"Dane, don't do anything rash," Alex said. "You either Danny."

"Fuck that and fuck him," Dane said. She glanced over and saw that his knuckles were white he was gripping the steering wheel so hard.

"Dane, if you walk up and hit him, you could be arrested for assault," she said. "We need to be smart about this."

Dane glanced over and shook his head. "No. He doesn't get a pass." They pulled up to the house and hopped out, Dane and Danny striding purposefully towards the door.

Sam, still weeping, could only watch from the curb as Alex held her. "Please make them stop," she begged. "I just want to go home."

Alex couldn't hear what was being said at the door, but Dane was standing talking to someone. "Stay here," she told Sam.

Walking up, she saw that Amanda was in the doorway. As she approached, she saw the telltale signs of a fresh handprint on her face.

"Where is that motherfucker?" Danny asked.

"We just want to talk," Dane lied.

"You need to go before there's trouble," Amanda said. "Please."

Pastor Dan appeared then, coming downstairs and around the corner. "Dane, Daniel," he said, smiling disarmingly. "What brings you here?"

"Come on outside you fuckin' piece of shit," Danny said.

"Don't fuckin' play coy with us. You know exactly why we're here," Dane said.

"Now, now," Pastor Dan said. "The police are on the way boys. I wouldn't do anything crazy."

Alex shook her head. "This isn't helping guys," she said, pulling at Dane's arm.

"Is that my little slut?" Pastor Dan asked, peering past them. Sam was crying a few feet behind them, but amid the shouts at him from her brothers, she stepped up the few feet between them and flipped him off.

"You lied to me you son of a bitch," she said.

"Oh, come on, did you really believe all that stuff I was telling you?" he asked. Amanda was trying to get him back inside, unsuccessfully. "You really are that dumb I guess," he said.

"Just come on outside," Dane said. "We can talk about it like men."

Pastor Dan laughed. "I'm not coming outside."

Amanda still pulled at his arm and he shoved her off. She fell into the door frame and opened the screen door a little.

Pastor Dan saw the door open a little and his eyes went wide as Dane reached in and yanked him out, throwing him over the railing and into the lawn.

All four women yelled in surprise. Amanda grabbed Danny and was desperately trying to keep him off while Dane was being held by Sam and Alex.

Pastor Dan got back up and quickly went inside. "Get off of my property and leave my wife out of this," he said.

The brothers relaxed, seeing that he'd gotten back inside.

"Just tell her what you did," Dane said. "You lying, fucking snake."

Pastor Dan raised his arms.

Amanda, tears in her eyes, finally said something worth hearing. "Please, I'll tell her. Just calm down before the police get here."

"Fuck you," Pastor Dan said, shoving his wife back. She slapped him as she moved past him out the door.

He glared at her, enraged.

"She wasn't the first and she won't be the last," he admitted. "Get that cunt off my porch," he said, pointing at Amanda.

"He's a deviant," Amanda said, surprising the group. "He picks young women from the congregation and takes them under his wing. Eventually, he seduces them by telling them he's getting divorced and currying sympathy from them."

"I'll admit that you were so much more difficult to convince than the last girl," he said.

"We keep getting moved around by the Church, city to city," Amanda said. "He keeps getting caught."

"Other people have reported it?" Alex asked incredulously. "Why the fuck do you stay with this piece of shit?"

She lowered her gaze, not having an answer that would satisfactorily answer that question.

"We'll just tell the cops what happened then," Danny said. "He forced her, right?"

"I have it all on video," he spat. "You think I'd take any chances? It's all consensual. I never forced her to do anything."

Dane and Danny were still obviously wanting him to step outside.

"You made her suck off strangers," Amanda said.

"Shut your fucking mouth," he said.

"When she took care of him multiple times in one day, it was actually a couple of his friends that were coming to his office to take part," Amanda admitted. She looked defeated and scared.

Sam, her face red and tears flowing freely, fell to the ground in humiliation. The police drove up then, and quickly diffused the situation.

"Are you pressing charges?" the office asked Pastor Dan.

"No," he said. "They've got nothing on me. It was all consensual. I'll be the bigger man."

The office rolled his eyes and turned. "Look, I'd like to help you, but he's right. From her own admission," he said, pointing at Sam, "It was consensual."

"So there's nothing that can be done?" Alex asked. "I mean he obviously hit his wife."

The officer shrugged. "Unless she's willing to press charges, I have no proof that it was him. No one here saw it, and she's not saying it was him. They could just as easily say it was one of your brothers."

Alex swore softly. Another officer was talking to the brothers. She walked over to Dane as he looked up. He shook his head.

Amanda, still very upset, was sitting on the porch alone.

"You have to get out of this," Alex said. "He might not technically done anything illegal, but he's a piece of shit, and so are you if you knew about it and did nothing."

Amanda shook her head. "He had a temper," she said quietly.

"Then press charges!" Alex said. "Fuck!" Apparently Pastor Dan wasn't just coercing younger women and lying to them, he was also abusing his wife and forcing her to collude in his scheme.

"I just wanted to be with her," Amanda said. "I knew it was wrong but I thought maybe something good could come out of it. He wasn't always like this" She looked up at Alex, almost pleadingly.

"Do you actually believe that?" she asked.

Amanda lowered her gaze again, not having an answer.

Alex shook her head and turned. The two cops were now both talking to the brothers and Sam.

"I'm very sorry," one of them said. "I really wish we could let you boys handle it on your own. God knows I would if I were you."

"That would mean assault charges though," the other officer said.

"So he gets away with it?" Danny asked.

The officer looked around the neighborhood then. "I'm thinking that this isn't the first time," he said.

"Take it to the church," the other one said. "See that he gets fired."

Dane, still upset, shook his head and turned, looking at Dan. "Cops or no, you come near my sister or my family ever again and I'll beat you into the fucking ground."

Pastor Dan ignored him, heading back into the house. Amanda stood and looked sadly at Sam, who was sitting in Dane's truck, sobbing into her hands. The police waited long enough for Dane and his siblings to get into the truck and drive away before they drove away themselves.

Alex sighed, feeling so bad for her sister and wishing there was something she could do. Sam was clutching at her shirt like she was a little girl again, weeping and burying her face against Alex. Alex brushed a tear away, truly wishing that she could assuage Sam's anguish and shame.

"I'm so sorry," Dane said. "I'm so sorry that this happened to you," he said, tears in his own eyes. Sam shook her head and leaned over, sliding up under his arm, fresh tears flowing as she wept.

Alex truly didn't know what to do.

*****

Samantha

Three months later...

She knelt down and picked up some trash and then pulled a weed or two from the grave of her real mother, Stephanie. Her real mother and father had been killed in a freak accident at an airshow exactly eighteen years ago today. From what she'd heard, they'd been invited by friends and were watching when an older WW2 era fighter plane had had an engine failure and crashed into the crowd, killing both of her parents, along with the pilot and a few others on the ground.

She'd only been a baby at the time, and obviously didn't remember. Apparently her mother was going to bring her, but her Aunt Claire had offered to keep all three of the infants, her, Toni, and Alex so that she and Carl could go relax and the babies could play together.

She had pictures of them, keepsakes, old clothes and her mother's engagement and wedding rings. She smiled and kissed her fingers and then placed them on both tombstones.

"Love you guys," she whispered. She turned and walked back over to where the rest of her family was waiting quietly. Claire, her mom's sister, had already said a few quiet words to her little sister and was dabbing her eyes with a tissue.