Awakening the next morning I hear a car pulling up in the driveway. A moment later, Mom rushes up the stairs. Peeking out, I see her in a French maid outfit as she makes it to her room.

Getting dressed, I head down stairs just in time to see Caitlin come up the front steps.

Caitlin? We hadn't heard from since last week. Mom had indicated she sounded fine. She sure didn't look fine right now.

There were bags under her eyes and her makeup was smeared. Her hair was matted and she was wearing a skirt that showed she had no panties on it rode so high. A jean jacket seemed to be all she was wearing on top.

"Caitlin, are you OK?" I asked her as I opened the door.

"Hey Kevin," she tried to smile.

Mom came down the stairs about then. She still would have been considered indecent in some circles, but the micro-skirt and scooped neck t-shirt was more than she had worn in the house in over a week.

"Caitlin," Mom greeted her with some concern. "Why don't you come with me and have a cup of coffee?" she asked as she directed her towards the kitchen.

Looking at me from behind Caitlin's back, Mom used her eyes to direct me to the living room. I nodded in understanding.

As Mom and Caitlin talked, I went into the living room to 'straighten up'. I found the dildo we had used in the last shoot still sitting on the coffee table. One of Mom's shelf bras hung off the back of a chair. My jeans were still on the floor where I left them after Mom gave me a blowjob last night. I had cameras to put in their cases and lights to be put away. I stuffed some of the toys into a shopping bag that we had left out there, dildos, vibrators, some lingerie, etc. I shoved all of it into the living room closet. We only kept coats in there and we wouldn't need those for some time. I just had to make sure I got everything out of there at the next opportunity.

Sobs from the kitchen interrupted me. Making my way there, I could hear Caitlin tell Mom how she had left Roger for good this time. And how she was scared of him.

She stopped when she heard me come down the hall but Mom encouraged her to continue, "Kevin is OK, he can handle it."

Caitlin looked at me and then just accepted me. My thoughts of trust must have still been having their effect.

I was still shocked at her appearance; she always took care of herself. I looked at how she had cleared the plate of food Mom had given her. She usually was a light eater but it looked like she had gone to town.

"Roger and I were getting along great. Our sex life was better than it had ever been," she blushed, looking shyly at me. "Then he started getting rough again. Early last week, he brought me to a body piercing place and had me pierce my nipples." Again she blushed a deeper red, not daring to look at me. "Then at the end of last week, he demanded I have my … my … my vagina pierced."

"You didn't, did you?", Mom asked.

"No, and I told him to fuck off. That is when he went ape-shit. I thought he was going to kill me. Finally he tied me up by my hands to a hook he placed in the ceiling. I stood like that for hours before he let me down.

At night he tied me spread eagle to the spare bed. After that day, he made sure to tie me up every day before he went to work. He made me wear my highest heels, one of my shelf bras, a g-string, a gag and nothing else. He tied me up so high, my feet barely touched the floor."

"The second day he started bringing home bondage gear. First it was cuffs to hang me by my wrists and restraints that held my wrist and elbows behind my back when I wasn't hanging from the ceiling. The following day, he brought home a bar that he fastened between my legs while I was hanging." She stopped as another sobbing fit broke out. I came along side Mom and hugged Caitlin. We did what we could to soothe her.

What had I done? I couldn't believe how my carelessness had caused Caitlin so much pain.

Catching her breath she continued, "For breakfast and supper he made me give him a blowjob. He wouldn’t let me eat until after I blew him and then he made sure to juice the food with his sperm. Not that I minded sucking on his cock," she blushed as she said this, “but I needed to be free.” Again she hesitated to compose herself.

"Then two days ago, he brought home some friends for a card game. He made me serve them in my lingerie. That wasn't so bad"--only because of the thoughts I had pushed at her, I realized--"but then he had me blow them all. I sucked on cocks for an hour straight." I saw her reddening again. I know she must have liked the taste, because I had given her the same thoughts I had Mom. But to be used without her permission, raped, must have been horrible. "He tied me up while they played. Then toward the end of the card game, Roger was broke and needed a stake. One of his friends said he would stake him fifty for a fuck with me. And… And… Roger agreed."

Again a long pause. "I got fucked by all five of them while I was tied to the bed. Roger just laughed at me. He threatened to break my neck if I screamed."

"We need to call the cops," I told her.

"NO!" she adamantly told me. "He would kill me. He'll kill me now if he finds me. I should go somewhere else."

"How did you get away," Mom asked trying to calm her down a little.

"Roger had scheduled a cable man to come and repair our TV. The manager had let him in. He heard me moving around in the bedroom. At first when he saw me he tried to ignore me. Later he told me he thought it was part of a game he didn't want to get involved in. But after I got more frantic, he came in and let me down. I only stopped to put on a dress and jean jacket before I came here. I didn't dare try to pack my things unless he came in."

"There, there," came Mom's soothing voice, "You've been through a lot, you need to rest. Why don't you head upstairs and take a nap?"

"I couldn't," she insisted.

"You must be exhausted, go ahead. We will guard you."

"I really don't want to be alone right now," she confided.

"Then I'll lay with you and Kevin will keep an eye out for us, won't you Kevin?"

"Absolutely," I agreed. It was the least I could do after all that had happened, especially after my part in it.

The two headed off to bed. That was the beginning of Mom and Caitlin sharing Mom's bed for the next year.

I wondered what Caitlin would think of Mom's new sleepwear. I had convinced Mom to throw out anything that might conceal her beautiful body. I shook my head in disbelief over my mind going down that track at a moment like this.

Still… I snuck up to my room and turned on the cameras in Mom's room. Mom had already changed into one of her more conservative nighties. The lavender outfit had sheer cutouts for her boobs and ended just shy of her waist. She had on a purple frilly g-string with an easy access split in the crotch that was barely hidden by the lace. She didn't wear her purple nylons with it.

She had given Caitlin a purple top that had one-inch diameter cutouts for her nipples. Looking at herself in the mirror behind the bureau, I could tell she wasn't quite sure what to do with it. Her bottoms were more like short silky shorts but they rode so tight as to leave little to the imagination. I saw Caitlin glance at the mirror above the bed. I turned up the sound to listen in.

"That's kind of kinky Mom," Caitlin smiled at Mom.

"It just makes it easier to get ready in the morning," Mom tried to justify it.

I thought I would have to intercede with some thoughts of my own when Caitlin just smiled: "I think it is kind of fun."

Caitlin laid on the bed with Mom snuggled behind her. Mom ran her fingers through her hair, cooing occasionally to her. Caitlin was soon asleep.

I headed back to the living room and kept one eye on the driveway. There must be something I could do to help.

Later that night, after the girls had gotten back up, we watched a movie. Mom and Caitlin where both dressed nicely but nothing extremely revealing. Minis and tight tops were relatively tame clothing now. For once I didn't mind. I was still feeling bad about getting Caitlin into this position.

We were just about to call it a night when Roger pulled in.

"Head up to your room," Mom commanded Caitlin. "Dial 911," she told me.

While Mom went to lock the door, I called the cops and explained that my sisters had broken up with this guy who had threatened to hurt her. I held the phone towards the door so they could hear his hollering. Luckily there was a car in the area and they would be there soon.

Meanwhile, Roger was pounding on the door, demanding Caitlin come out now.

"Send that bitch out here now," he yelled, obviously drunk. "I am going to teach her to run away from me."

Roger kept pounding on the door.

I looked up the stairs to see Caitlin curled up in a fetal position with a look of absolute fear on her face while staring at the door. It made me sick to see.

"If you don't come out, I am going to burn down the house," he threatened.

I was thinking of getting my Dad's gun when I heard the police pull up. They blared their siren just as they pulled into the driveway.

This seemed to sober Roger up enough that he kept his mouth shut as they cuffed him and put him in the car.

"Is everyone alright in here," Officer Clark asked when Roger was secured in the cruiser.

"Yes," Mom answered.

Caitlin was still sitting at the top of the stairs not saying a word. At least she wasn't in a fetal position anymore.

Mom and the officer talked for a few minutes while I went upstairs and comforted Caitlin.

I could hear bits and pieces of the conversation as they talked. They could hold him over-night on disorderly conduct, but not much longer. We could press charges of 'criminal threatening' but since he had never been charged with any violent crimes, he would probably get off fairly light. He did suggest that Caitlin file for a restraining order.

After the police left, we went to bed. I don't think any of us got much sleep that night.

The next morning Mom tried to talk Caitlin into getting a restraining order.

"NO!" she was insistent. She was afraid it would only make matters worse. That was when I decided we needed to take matters in our own hands.

That afternoon, the prank calls started. Sometimes the person would just stay on the line. Sometime a muffled voice would tell the women how he was going to use them. After the first half-a-dozen times, we left it off the hook. Mom called the telephone company to change our number to unlisted.

That night, I snuck out on my own. I had gone into Caitlin's purse and found her address book. Having written it down on a scrap piece of paper, I hailed a cab and made my way to Roger's apartment. I went to where it looked like his bedroom and sat outside the window. It was around midnight when I heard his bedroom door close.

Concentrating as hard as I could I made a story up about Caitlin's fictional stepbrother, Jake. "After Kevin and Jake's parents died, he joined the Marines." "He's crazy." I pushed how he could remember Caitlin telling him how Jake had done four combat tours before getting out. "He has never been the same....Caitlin thought he might have killed a guy last year on the streets....If he didn't consider me his sister, I would be afraid to be around him," ...He is never at home, but you never know when he will show up." I kept this up for four hours. Finally, hoping I had succeeded, I headed home.

Sneaking back in the house, Caitlin met me.

"What have you been up to?". she asked.

"Nothing," I replied, looking down.

Spotting a scrap piece of paper on the floor by my feet, she reached down and grabbed it.

"This is Roger's address. You didn't go there, did you?", she asked gravely.

I tried to think fast. "I, ah … I was just spreading rumors about your big brother." Maybe I could use this to my advantage, I realized. If she backed up the stories I put in Roger's mind, it would lend more credibility to it.

"What big brother?", Caitlin asked.

So I explained about Jake, making it look like I had just spread rumors about him. I also pushed at Caitlin how this was a good plan and not to try to figure out how I got the rumors started.

I finished with, "You can't tell Mom. She would just worry about it backfiring. It is just between the two of us."

After a slight hesitation and some carefully planted thoughts, she agreed.

Finally I crawled up to bed to sleep.

Mom woke me several hours later. Her silk mouth was wrapped around my hot cock as she worked it in and out of her mouth. She had left her skirt and blouse in a pile by the door and was wearing only a g-string and a shelf bra with her black heels and thigh high nylons.

When she saw me awake, she just smiled at me as best she could with her mouth stuffed with my cock.

"What about Caitlin?" I asked.

"She is asleep in bed," Mom told me as she popped off my cock for a quick breath.

Part of me wanted to protest, but part of me wanted to go further. So I laid back and enjoyed the blowjob. She was good.

Removing her bra, she cuddled my cock between her boobs, sucking the head on every upstroke. This was a great sensation, let alone how the act itself was a turn on.

I sat partway up and grabbed her ass. Guiding it over towards my head, I soon had her ass next to my face. Removing her g-string, I guided her over my eager mouth.

"MMMM!!," Mom groaned as my tongue made contact. She glanced speculatively back at me. My continued administration squelched any rebuff. Soon her hips were eagerly thrusting into my tongue. Holding her steady with my hands on her hips, I gently teased the lips of her pussy while taking my time. Soon her pussy was hot, swollen, moist and ready. Dipping my tongue in, I teased her clit before plunging deep into her pussy. By now my cock was deep into her throat and ready to explode.

As I felt my cock build for release, she must have felt it also as she slowly withdrew my cock until the head was in her mouth to catch my load. And catch she did as my cock spent every drop into her eager mouth. Even as I filled her mouth, her pussy spasmed around my tongue. We both just laid there for half an hour before she got dressed and left.

Getting up several hours later, I found out Mom had gone to the store.

With Mom gone, I prepped for Big Brother Jake's appearance.

Roger did not stay quiet for long. After a day of peace, the phone calls returned. He must have got the new number from one of Caitlin's friends.

One time, when Mom was not around, I took the call.

After a few moments of silence, I told the caller (Roger) that, "My brother Jake is coming into town in a few days and he will want to have a talk with you."

The caller hung up quickly and the calls stopped for yet another day.

That night, I pumped Caitlin for information on Roger's schedule and we made our plan.

The next day I packed some supplies for our outing in the trunk of Caitlin's car. Around noon, Caitlin and I told Mom we were going to a movie.

"What are you going to see?" she asked, looking to be interested in going with us.

"The latest Halloween movie," I told her mentioning a current horror movie in its umpteenth version.

"Ew, why do you want to see that?', she asked.

"Ray called from camp and said I had to see it," I said eagerly.

"And I thought it would be a good opportunity for me to get out of the house for a little while," Caitlin piped in.

"It's your money," Mom shook her head at us.

We pulled up to Roger's apartment.

"What if he shows up?", Caitlin asked with fear in her voice.

"He won't," I assured her. I added comforting and confident thoughts to my words. I didn't tell her I was packing my father's pistol just in case.

Heading to his apartment, I grabbed the duffel bag I had packed earlier from Caitlin's trunk.

"What's in there?" she asked.

"Jake," I smiled. Looking around to make sure no one was near, I pulled out a pair of size twelve boots I had picked up from the salvation army. Handing them to Caitlin I told her, "Step in that mud puddle before walking to the door. Make sure to take big steps as you walk. Jake is going to pay Roger a visit."

Jake's footprints. I watched the light of comprehension start to turn on in her mind. I probably could have scared Roger away just with my thoughts but I wanted Caitlin to have a part in it. I hoped to give her back some control in her life.

Coming to the door, I pulled out a sledge hammer.

"I know where he hides the spare key," Caitlin volunteered.

"Jake doesn't use keys," I told her. I motioned for her to give me one of 'Jake's' boots. Slipping it over the sledge, I aimed for the door. With one well-aimed smack the door burst open. Handing her back the boot, I had her walk in.

The door had a large footprint on it, as well as the mud Caitlin brought in on the boots. Making sure my shoes were clean, I followed her in. We trashed the place. I put the boot back on the sledge so she could smash his big screen LCD TV. The more she participated, the more she got into it.

Caitlin had told me the neighbor's were never home during the day but I knew it wouldn't be wise to stay around too long. After smashing a few more chairs and trashing his stereo, we headed to the bedroom to get her things.

She hesitated at seeing the hook in the ceiling. I held her hand and helped her get to it. We stuffed her clothes into her old suitcase and started to leave. Stopping at the entrance, I pulled out a knife I bought from an army surplus store. I also took out a note I had written last night and fastened it to the wall with the knife. On the floor bellow the knife I also put three M-60 bullets I had collected.

Caitlin read the not, "If you ever come near my sister or family again, I will put the matching three bullets into you. One in each knee and then after I have decided you have suffered enough, one between the eyes."

"Where did you get these?" she asked pointing to the bullets.

"One time when Dad had brought me to the shooting range," I told her. You know how boys are; having the bullets had made me feel tough at the time.

"Now lets go out the back," I told her. I smashed the slider with the sledge hammer before leading her out. A recent rain had left the yard near the door a soggy patch of mud.

"We need it to look like Jake walked here," I told her.

She started forward.

"Wait," I told her. "Jake is much heavier than you."

I took the boots from her and handed her the duffel bag and suitcase.

"You aren't much heavier than me," she insisted.

I smiled at her, "You are correct. By myself I am not heavy enough." I grabbed her and lifted her into my arms.

"Together we are Jake," I smiled. Damn she felt good in my arms.

I did my best to walk through the mud without dumping either of us. Finally finished, I went to let her down when she gave me a hug and kiss. I didn't know lips could feel so soft. I was especially surprised by the tongue action.

"Thank you, Jake," she laughed for the first time since coming home.

"We better go," I reminded her.

We headed to the car and headed home. We had ditched the boots along the way. It never hurts to be careful.

Bringing the suitcase into the house, Mom met us with the look.

"Roger won't be bothering us again," I told her.

Caitlin just laughed. It was so good to hear. We both began to tell Mom what we did. At first she was a little mad at us but seeing how much good it did Caitlin, she just hugged us. A group hug, I couldn't help but be aware of being surrounded by two gorgeous sexy women.

I couldn't help but add a thought of, 'You love touching Kevin. It makes you feel good.' I caught Mom staring at the bulge in my pants as we broke our hug.

Caitlin went back up to her room and unpacked. Mom and I just made out on the couch while she was occupied.

"This is getting harder and harder," Mom whispered to me. "And I don't mean this," She added squeezing my cock.

"Ha, ha. We just need to be patient," I comforted her.