Bzzz, Bzzz, Splutter, Cough Synopsis

Mark is hospitalised by Beth for watching her undress. Their parents decide making them live and work together is the best form of punishment.

# Bzzz, Bzzz, Splutter, Cough...

by obohobo

## Warnings

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

© obohobo 2009

ÒBzzz, bzzz, splutter, cough... cough, silence.Ó The engine of my radio controlled model aircraft cut out at the worst possible moment. A few more seconds and the plane would have been over the field where I could have glided it to a safe landing but IÕd decided to circle it around the oak tree at the end of our garden and, whilst out of my sight for a few moments, the engine stopped.

Our house, one of a row of semi-detached houses, have gardens that back on to a hay field and IÕve put a box each side of the fence so that I can climb over easily and fly my planes. The owner of the field doesnÕt mind and always shows an interest in them when heÕs seen me there. The plane appeared briefly and lower than I expected and, without power it would not be able to gain enough height to return to the field. Almost automatically I straightened the rudder and set the ailerons to glide it gently downwards. From its glide path I estimated it would come down in the CarsonÕs garden, three doors from mine. Quickly I climbed back into my garden, dumped the control box on the patio table and ran around to the Carson house. I knew Mrs. Carson would still be at work so I didnÕt bother knocking at her door but continued to the bottom of her garden where to my joy, I found the plane intact and nestling between a couple of bushes. ÒI couldnÕt have found a better landing place if IÕd tried,Ó I muttered as I knelt and examined the plane for damage. A movement caught my eye; Bethany Carson, in her ground floor bedroom, moved about whilst changing out of her school uniform. The blinds were wide open and with the sun shining directly into the room, I could see her clearly. Normally no one would be in her garden so she uninhibitedly and unknowingly, revealed all her charms to me. The sight put me in a quandary. Should I show myself or should I keep hidden and watch? Not much of a choice for a sixteen-year-old boy when the subject was an attractive girl a few months younger; a girl I played with until a few years ago when the onset of puberty changed her personality and she became ill tempered.

From the way she moved as she undressed, I guessed she had music playing in the background and the undressing took on the character of a strip-tease act. At the time, I wondered if sheÕd actually seen me and was putting on a show for my benefit, but I remained cautious and hidden until she turned her back to the window and I could move to a better position behind a larger bush. I found out later, she saw my movement in her mirror and thereafter, I only saw her back until she finished dressing and left the room.

Waiting some minutes without seeing her return to the room, I made my escape only to be confronted by BethÕs angry voice as she stepped out of the side door and blocked my passage. ÒYou bloody peeping-tom, you pervert, spying on me from my own garden. Well you wonÕt do that again in a hurry.Ó She swung a leather handbag and hit my head twice. IÕd no idea what she kept in it, but it certainly knocked me for six. I staggered back, dropping my plane and took a blow to the stomach that knocked the breath out of my body and sent me backwards to the concrete path. The impact of my head hitting the hard surface caused me to see stars and I lay there barely conscious. Beth hadnÕt finished. Her foot unmercifully kicked my exposed crotch twice causing me to scream in agony but she ignored my pain and ordered, ÒGet up you sneaky sod and get off our property. You just wait until mother getÕs home and tells the police.Ó It didnÕt work out that way.

Hardly able to walk, I staggered to the road and collapsed and knew nothing more until I came round in the ambulance and even then my memory of the events that followed are only vignettes of being wheeled into the hospital and someone cutting off my trousers. Mother sat at my bedside when I came round and I vaguely remember a policeman standing nearby. Such was my state of mind at the time, that I thought he was there to arrest me. The shock put me to sleep again and all I can remember of that time is gripping motherÕs hand so tightly, she winced.

They must have given me something to make me sleep as morning light came through the window and the large clock on the ward wall read 6:10 when I next awoke and tried to sit up, but I seemed to have more wires and tubes connected to me, than in my radio control unit. A nurse came and I shyly said I needed to go to the loo but she brought one of those cardboard pee bottles and to my embarrassment pulled the duvet down and inserted my penis into it. Even her gentle touch caused me a lot of pain. ÒSorry,Ó she whispered, ÒYouÕre very swollen and bruised down there and wonÕt be walking anywhere for a while. I expect youÕre thirsty.Ó I nodded. ÒIÕll bring you some juice and a couple of painkillers which should tide you over until breakfast at about eight oÕclock.Ó

Mother came later that morning and a doctor and a policewoman came with her. The doctor explained my injuries in clinical terms. I knew my balls were swollen because IÕd seen them when the nurse checked after breakfast, and I could feel the lump on the back of my head but hadnÕt seen the bruising of my face although it felt sore and I found it difficult to open my eyes fully. He said they would keep me in for at least another day to keep an eye on any concussion problems but then I could go home and I was to rest. HeÕd make an appointment for me to return for a check-up in a week. Mother questioned him on my treatment but they didnÕt think it necessary to keep me in longer and would give me a prescription for painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs.

When he left, mother and the policewoman wanted to know what happened. ÒWould you mind if I ask the questions and record your answers on my machine?Ó the policewoman asked and when Mother and I agreed, she went on, ÒYou are Mark Hifield and you live at 23 Broomway Road, Middleton?Ó I confirmed this and in a voice distorted by the pain, related the events that led to my beating. My expected scolding from mother for watching Beth undress didnÕt come and I learned that Beth might very well be in serious trouble, mainly because sheÕd deliberately put four large potatoes in her handbag and thus made it a premeditated attack using a weapon. I wondered how often potatoes had been considered weaponry but Beth certainly used them to devastating effect if my head was anything to go by.

The doctorÕs kept me in an extra day but even so, I found it difficult to walk and climb the stairs to my bedroom and mother borrowed a folding wheelchair from a woman across the road so she could wheel me into the garden and from one room to another. At least at home I had things to keep me occupied although I spent a lot of time lying on my bed, thinking about what happened and the sight of BethanyÕs body. The policewoman came again and took a proper statement and asked if we intended to press charges against my assailant. Quite fairly, she pointed out that if Bethany got a good lawyer, they might find it difficult to get a conviction because of my invasion of her privacy. Mother and I decided against pursuing it, sheÕd been friendly with Ruth Carson since their schooldays and Ruth had always been okay with me when I used to play with Beth.

I heard Ruth arrive as mother prepared tea but when she brought my food up, mother never mentioned her. They continued talking for an hour or more but, although I strained to listen, with a thumping headache, I couldnÕt pick up more than the odd word. I knew they discussed Beth and me but couldnÕt get any idea of what they said. Mum had emailed Dad who is working in Dubai and he wanted to take a belt to BethanyÕs bum but we all knew that was out of the question these days. Eventually mum came to collect the tea tray and asked, ÒWould you mind if Ruth comes up to talk to you? She asks to bring Beth as well.Ó Before I could answer and refuse, she went on, ÒI think you should. She needs to apologise for her daughter and has some interesting ideas on punishing Beth. She knows her daughter is in the wrong and is thankful that we are not going to take her to court, whatever the likely outcome.Ó

They arrived just as I walked wide-legged from the bathroom and watched as I lifted myself painfully on to the bed. The swelling of my balls had gone down a little but were still much larger than normal and my prick and the whole of that area, including my stomach where they thought I might have bruised organs, were blue/black. I could open my eyes now but with two black patches around them, I looked like a panda. Certainly I had no wish to entertain visitors and definitely I didnÕt want to see Bethany Carson. That she had no wish to see me was equally obvious from the way her mother dragged her by the wrist. Ruth began by sincerely apologising for the pain and suffering Beth caused me. ÒYes, you were naughty to have spied on her but I suppose that was only a natural thing to do given the circumstances. If nothing else had happened, youÕd have been given a telling off and that would have been the end of the matter but BethÕs brutal attack made the situation much worse. IÕm not going to ask her to apologise because any she would give now, would not be sincere but perhaps in the future she might do so. I wanted her to see the full extent of your injuries, injuries that she caused and get an idea of the pain you are going through.Ó She turned and dragged Beth close and made her look at my face and the lump still on the back of my head.

ÒI hope you wonÕt mind Mark, if I show her your other injury.Ó I felt myself blushing. ÒYou saw all she has so it should only be fair for her to see a little of you. Your mother told me about it and said the doctors donÕt believe there will be any permanent dysfunction but IÕm told it could easily have happened.Ó She carefully took hold of my pyjama elastic waistband and pulled the front down. I blushed furiously but Ruth insisted Beth take a close look even when she turned her head away several times.

Ruth replaced my pyjamas and went on, ÒOn her behalf, I will plead there were mitigating circumstances. When she was twelveÉÓ

ÒDonÕt tell him!Ó The first words Beth had uttered since her arrival.

ÒI am going to tell him so that he understands and it may help when it comes to your punishments. Sit in the chair over there and keep quiet.Ó Muttering and covering her ears, Beth did as her mother ordered. ÒWhen she was twelve and began to develop into a woman, her father took to watching her and going into the bathroom when she bathed and using the towel to dry her. I gather this went on for some weeks on the evenings when I had committee meetings. Eventually he started to undress too and pressured her to have oral sex. I came home early one night and found her crying and smelling of his sex and heard the story. I threw him out and threatened to expose him to the police if he ever came near us again. I obtained a divorce but since that time, Bethany has been afraid of men and seeing you watching, brought back bad memories. While that is no excuse for her deliberately harming you, I hope it will help you to understand her feelings at the time. I believe your story that your being in our garden at the time was accidental and you had little option but to watch but maybe it would have been better for you to have shown yourself.Ó I said I was sorry I didnÕt do that but I thought IÕd be in trouble whatever I did and by staying and hiding, I hoped not to be seen at all.

ÒI found the pieces of your plane in the wheelie bin and IÕm sure it wasnÕt in that state when you left it but maybe there are parts you can salvage.Ó

She handed me a plastic carrier bag. Inside were the crushed and broken remains of the wings and fuselage that had been ripped apart or jumped on in order to get it in the bin. I glared hate at Beth. This was pure vindictiveness. I examined the wreckage. ÒOnly the control gear and motor are reusable. All the many hours of work in constructing it were wasted, and IÕll have to start from scratch as soon as I can afford to buy another kit. It flew so well too.Ó

ÒThe cost is not something youÕll have to worry over but IÕll get to that in a minute.Ó Going to the door, she called for mother who came promptly. ÒCome in Mary, I wanted to give Beth the chance to say privately she was sorry for the pain she caused and offer to make amends for what she did, but thatÕs obviously not going to happen so weÕll have to go to plan B.Ó We all looked at Beth sitting somewhat ashamedly in the corner chair but she didnÕt look at us. ÒDeep down I believe she regrets her actions but is too stubborn to say so. Mark, your mother and I have discussed BethÕs behaviour, and yours too, and tried to agree on a suitable punishmentÓ.

ÒItÕs his fault, he shouldnÕt have spied on me.Ó Beth burst out.

ÒAnd you think what you did, was just and fair? No Beth, he didnÕt deserve more than a reprimand. As I said we discussed both of you and the punishment you should receive. MarkÕs father wanted me to take a belt to your bottom so you felt some of the pain he is feeling but, apart from being illegal and likely to get us into trouble, we felt it would be too quick and easy and only serve to increase your hatred of each other. Our punishment is an ongoing one, one where you will have to cooperate with each other and youÕll have to assist him until he recovers.Ó Both Beth and I looked at each other and wondered what she had in mind. I didnÕt want her assistance and she didnÕt wish to give it.

ÒFirst the easy part. Beth, you smashed his plane and therefore you will replace it by going with him to the model shop and paying for it out of your pocket money. You will also help him when he makes the new model and even if you donÕt actually help, you will sit with him while he does the work. At least then you will realise the amount of work involved in the making and can compare it with the seconds it took you to destroy it. You are good at craftwork so it may well be more interesting for you to actually help, but however long it takes, youÕll be with him.Ó

ÒNo way!Ó she yelled.

ÒIÕd rather do it on my own,Ó I added.

ÒYes, you might prefer that Mark, but thatÕs part of your punishment. You used to get along well together and maybe some of that might return when you begin to work and trust each other.Ó

ÒYou donÕt have any real friends, none that you bring home anyway,Ó Mother added her piece, ÒAnd Beth doesnÕt either and we thought that if you can learn to live with each other you might learn to live with others.Ó

ÒThatÕs the first item on the punishment list. The second is when Mark is well enough to go out, you will go with him to buy a pair of trousers, pants and a Tee shirt because they destroyed the ones he wore to the hospital. Again the cost will come out of your pocket money. And donÕt think of going to the charity shops either.Ó

ÒIÕll be broke for ever if he decides on designer jeans!Ó

ÒNo, similar stuff to what he wore but even so it will take a few weeks to pay it. Mary will see he doesnÕt cheat on you and in any case, I doubt that Mark is into designer clothes.Ó Beth muttered something about my being a tramp but Ruth ignored it and went on, ÒThirdly, you both have important end of term exams in about a month. You take many of the same classes and compete against each other for the top three or four places in each subject. Mark will be off school for at least another week during this important time, you will make sure you collect his work and bring it here after school and go through it with him and revise the work together. From what I remember of my school days and the courses I did afterwards, revising with another person was far more beneficial than studying alone. This study method will continue until after the exams.Ó

ÒIf she just brings me the work, that will be okay,Ó I interrupted, ÒShe doesnÕt need to stay.Ó

ÒShe does, and she will stay and help you, not only with the coursework but with looking after you until you are better. SheÕs more capable of getting up and down the stairs than you are.Ó She turned back to Beth, ÒFor a few days, you may have to act as a nursemaid but that wonÕt hurt you.Ó

ÒJesus, seems that youÕll be wanting me to sleep with him next.Ó

ÒNo, youÕre fifteen for another three weeks and even when you get to the age of consent, I shanÕt expect you to do that unless there is real love between you. YouÕre on the pill but not for that reason as well you know.Ó

ÒYou canÕt make me do any of this. I can simply refuse and you darenÕt lift a finger.Ó

ÒNo, we cannot and weÕll not give you a spanking or anything like that. We refused to sanction it when MarkÕs father suggested it but he has another card he is playing. Unless you agree to these conditions, he will insist that the police take action against you for harming his son. That would put your whole life and career in jeopardy. YouÕd have a police record for violence that would come out whenever you applied for a place at college or tried for a job.Ó

ÒThatÕs blackmail!Ó

ÒThink about it Beth. There are advantages for you too although you might not recognise them yet.Ó

They left soon after and I spent a little time talking it over with mother until I felt drowsy and she let me doze. I did say I would email dad and plead with him not to take any action over Beth.

I woke in the early hours of the morning but didnÕt try to turn over to see the clock. The hazy dawn light shone through the window and in early June, there wasnÕt many hours of darkness. Unable to get back to sleep, my thoughts tried to analyse the events of the previous evening and, indeed, of the previous few days. Almost all my thoughts revolved around Bethany and the way our parents wanted to thrust us together. In a way I could understand Ruth wanting to minimise her daughterÕs trouble but why would my mother wish me to make friends with a girl who hated me enough to put me in hospital? Ruth is a dominant, forthright, but usually friendly person, whereas mother is easy going and generally willing to comply with the wishes of others. Ruth works full-time as an office supervisor and earns enough to pay the bills with a little to spare; mother works part-time as a receptionist, more out of interest than necessity. Dad is in a high paying job in charge of a plant installation in Dubai but only gets home for a week every three months. WeÕre not rich but comfortably well off so why did they insist on Beth paying for my clothes? They werenÕt my best and mother pays for them anyway. The model aircraft came out of my funds and I could afford to buy the new kit but after seeing how she wantonly smashed my plane, I wanted her to pay.

Ruth spoke correctly when she said I hadnÕt any real friends. I never brought anyone home from school and certainly IÕd never had a girlfriend but did I wish Beth to fill that role? Her figure is attractive enough. Light blonde hair, about 5Õ 3ÕÕ, not much shorter than me, nice tits as I saw clearly on that fateful afternoon, but her negative personality and her refusal to have anything to do with me or other boys, kept her away from everyone, including other girls. At most subjects we were rivals but it wasnÕt really friendly rivalry, more cut and thrust competition, at least on her part. She never praised me when I beat her, but generally smirked when her marks topped mine.

I puzzled over why Ruth deliberately made Beth look at my swollen and bruised prick and balls and why was I told she was on the pill? Reading between the lines or misinterpreting them, it seemed that if we became friends, in a few weeks we could have sex. I knew it would be another week before I dared to wank myself, and several more after that before I went back to the hospital for a sperm count check.

As our science teacher would say, ÒIf you canÕt see the answer to the problem, try looking at it from a different point of view.Ó I tried to put myself in BethÕs place and could see the impositions almost amounted to slavery. To her, with her angst, sheÕd believe she was a full-blown slave and would kick against me, her unwilling master. Whatever thoughts our parents had of our becoming friends, were doomed if we followed their rules and regulations. I resolved to try and talk with Beth to find a solution but I doubted we would even get as far as talking. I drifted back to sleep wondering if Beth had similar thoughts.

ÒHereÕs your homework and revision assignments and some from earlier in the week.Ó Beth threw the paper and a book on the bed.

ÒThanks, Beth, are there any instructions with them?Ó

ÒYeah, I wrote them down in case your brain was affected, Panda Face.Ó I winced at the remark and the look of disgust she gave me. ÒDonÕt expect me to go through it all with you, I have my own work to do.Ó She sat in the chair at my desk, took her books from her bag and spread them over where I would normally work. ÒIf IÕve got to stay with you, then I need space.Ó She turned her back to me. Not a good start.

ÒBeth?Ó

ÒYes, Master?Ó

Her reply confirmed my suspicion that she felt like a slave. ÒTurn round, we have to talk.Ó Half turning so I saw her sideways but couldnÕt look her directly in the face, she slumped resignedly in the chair. ÒBethany Carson, I donÕt want this any more than you do. YouÕre not a slave to me but it seems we are both slaves to our parents. IÕve emailed my father and asked him not to contact the police or try to get you prosecuted even if you donÕt conform to our parentsÕ wishes. He hasnÕt replied yet but itÕs usually another hour before he finishes work. If you look in my sent folder, you can read what I said.Ó She just shrugged. ÒWhat that means is that our mothers no longer have a trump card and you are free to go home. You donÕt want to be here and IÕd prefer to work on my own without the agro. Your motherÕs idea that revising together is more beneficial, only works if the two are not fighting; fighting verbally and fighting for space. They were damn stupid to think we could work in one room and sharing one computer. Go home Beth, tell your mother IÕve given you your freedom and enjoy your weekend. I would be grateful though if you will take my homework in on Monday and bring some books and things from my locker. IÕll give you the combination to the lock. Go home and defy your mother like IÕm going to defy mine.Ó

She didnÕt need a second chance and gathered her stuff and without a word, left. I had no idea if she would collect my work on Monday or not. I picked over the papers sheÕd left but my mind was too full of other things to concentrate on the work. I heard mother say something when Beth left and then came into my room and quizzed me as to what happened. I could tell she wasnÕt pleased but she went back to the kitchen to finish making our meal.

Ruth arrived shortly afterwards, dragging Beth with her. From the sound of their voices, I knew trouble was on the way. She burst into my room without knocking and without any greeting. ÒSo you sort to thwart our scheme without even trying it! You couldnÕt even be together for two minutes without fighting and finding excuses not to help each other well weÕll see about that! IÕve a good mind to lock you two in the same room for the whole weekend! What feeble excuses too. Not enough room to work, thereÕs more room on your desk than you have for two people at school, and only one computer when Beth has a laptop! No, they were excuses not to get to the root of the problem you both have. Mark, youÕre too introverted to make friends and Beth, you need to get over what happened all those years ago. Now get your shoes off Beth and sit alongside Mark and try to talk to each other until Mary calls you down for dinner. IÕll be in to check on you again later. Hurry up Beth, get on the bed with him, he wonÕt bite and is in no condition to do you any harm.Ó With her mother in that mood, Beth knew better than to refuse but she didnÕt do it gracefully and muttered and cursed and tried to sit as far from me as she could in the small bed.

Mother stood in the doorway looking bemused but not interfering and I knew any appeal to her would be rejected. I doubted that she agreed with RuthÕs methods but was willing to see what actually happened.

ÒSit closer girl, he isnÕt that fragile, you could even put your arms around him.Ó She didnÕt. ÒStay like that until dinner and try to talk to each other and instead of finding ways to thwart us, work out how to cooperate with each other. If progress is made by the end of the evening, maybe IÕll let you sleep in your own bed Beth.Ó

ÒIÕll run away from home and live on the streets!Ó Beth yelled but her mother knew that was unlikely. The door closed and we heard our mothers talking as they went down the stairs. Beth moved away from me again and with my bed against the wall, I couldnÕt move at all. We sat in silence for a long while.

ÒWhat are we going to do Beth? Do we give in or pay token service to your mother until we can find a way out of our situation? As I said earlier, I donÕt consider you a slave so we have to work this out as equals and we both need to get school work done this weekend, me more than you because IÕve missed out and will miss out on lessons for another week.Ó

I sensed her reluctance to agree but she answered, ÒYeah, and I need to get better marks than you.Ó ThatÕs as far as we got before mother called us down for dinner.

Beth sat seething silently alongside me when I asked, ÒWhy are you going along with this Mum? You donÕt really seem to agree with Ruth.Ó

ÒI agree with her in that IÕm worried that you never make friends, never go out except for a flying display and never have anyone round on a social basis. You need to broaden your outlook otherwise you could be alone and shy for the rest of your life. I know Ruth has similar if different concerns for Bethany and IÕm sure you two can remember all the times you played happily together and you now know why it changed. IÕd like to see you both revert to those happier times but, unfortunately, we cannot put the clock back. YouÕre right in that I am very uncertain about RuthÕs rather draconian method but I am going to fully support her. It seems to be a kill or cure situation; if it doesnÕt work out, then thereÕs no difference from the way things were but it will also mean that Beth sees at first hand how badly she hurt you and perhaps think before she acts in a similar situation later. If thereÕs a cure and you get together, it will have been worthwhile.Ó

ÒAnd if I run away like I said?Ó Beth asked.

ÒI think you have more sense than that. You want to do well in the exams so you get into the top streams next year rather than sleeping rough and at the mercy of whomever you come into contact with. You have to remember that I am taking a gamble too. Your violence to my son could reoccur but at the moment I feel the risk is small. YouÕve got over the initial anger at his spying on you. Think about it, talk about it later. And if Ruth decides youÕll stay with us for the weekend, yes, I will let you sleep in the same bed but IÕll swap beds with him so you have more room. I know sex is out of the question for him at the moment but being close might help you bond. Another kill or cure situation.Ó

Our sleeping together became a certainty when Ruth brought BethÕs homework stuff and her toothbrush and toiletries but no pyjamas. ÒYou surely donÕt expect me to sleep with him without anything on, do you?Ó Beth yelled but from the smile on RuthÕs face, we knew the answer.

ÒYes I do, and I hope Mark conforms and sheds his inhibitions too. Act like youÕre a married couple except that you cannot have sex. Sleep together, shower together and undress each other. Now sort out your homework, you have several hours before bedtime.Ó

I heard the tell-tale click of the lock when she left and noticed the key, usually on my side of the door, was missing. Beth noticed too and ran to the door and screamed at her mother but to no avail. Slowly she turned and wept. Remembering how IÕd comforted her when sheÕd fallen and grazed her knees many years previously, I waited a few moments and went to give her a hug. Hardly had I grasped her in my arms when she roughly pushed me away and unfortunately pushed on the painful stomach area sheÕd hit earlier. I collapsed on the floor and cried out with the pain.

IÕm sorry, IÕm sorry, IÕm sorry, I didnÕt mean to hurt you,Ó Beth repeated several times and then hammered on the door for mother to come and help.

ÒI didnÕt mean to hurt himÉÓ she tried to explain to mother, ÒI forgot his stomach hadnÕt healed.Ó They helped me to the bed and mother removed my top but there werenÕt any further signs of injury, not to my stomach or to my genital area she once again revealed to Beth. I tried to explain what happened and I think Beth remembered the incident from long ago too.

ÒI think youÕd better go home Bethany, I canÕt risk you hurting Mark again,Ó Mother said quietly.

ÒMother will kill me or make my life hell. I really, really didnÕt mean to hurt him Mrs. Hifield. I panicked at being locked in.Ó

I didnÕt know which side to be on. IÕd secretly liked the thought of sleeping alongside a naked Beth but wondered how IÕd cope if her temper flared up again. The sharp pain from the push began to die down and Beth genuinely appeared sorry and I realised that she had pushed, not punched me. ÒLeave us Mum, but leave the door open. Beth and I need to sort it out ourselves and then maybe she can leave if she wants to and weÕll say the cure didnÕt work. If she stays, it still may not be a cure but at least it will stave off RuthÕs wrath. Perhaps she is the one who ought to go to bed with a man after the way sheÕs forcing it on us.Ó Mother looked shocked at the statement but Beth gave a little grin.

We sat for several minutes and looked at each other, wondering who would speak first. In the end I took the lead. ÒBeth, can we try and put the incident of the other day out of our minds for a moment and try to work out a way forward. I know you hate being pressurised into doing things and so do I, you wanted to run away from it all and so did I, but at the moment, I cannot run anywhere. Whilst in hospital I had a lot of time to think and remember all the fun things we did, then came the abrupt change and I felt you rejected me because I wasnÕt handsome enough or because I couldnÕt or wouldnÕt give you what you wanted. Only yesterday did I learn the reason. Deep down, do you really hate me as a person? I know you hated my spying on you but was that just because of what I did or did you find me personally repulsive?Ó

ÒI donÕt honestly know, my mind is so confused that I donÕt know what to think. I too have spent a lot of time going over everything time and time again, and I know what turned me against you. About the time Dad was playing with me in a sexual way, you put your hand inside my pants when we were in the hayfield. I branded you with the same disgust as my father. It sort of escalated from there. From then on the competitions between us became mini-wars.Ó

ÒDo you think we can declare a truce?Ó Beth shrugged. ÒAnd how are we doing to defy your mother? We have to make her see that she isnÕt in control of our lives.Ó

For a while we were silent. Neither of us had any ideas until Beth said, ÒWhy donÕt we walk down the road passed my house, SheÕll probably be in the lounge with telly on and will see us.Ó Seeing that I couldnÕt walk far, I thought that a non-starter but she went on, ÒYouÕve still have the folding wheelchair and we could spend the evening down by the river like we did when we were twelve. The sunÕs out and itÕs quite warm.Ó

Mother queried where we were going and facetiously I replied, ÒTo the pub to get drunk,Ó knowing full well that we were too young to buy alcohol and my medication precluded it. She tried to insist that we stayed in but we equally forcibly said we were going out. ÒWeÕll be back in an hour or so,Ó I told her.

Two hours later both our mothers met us as we returned. WeÕd spent a pleasant hour in a cafŽ with a few of our classmates. I took some ribbing over my face and they questioned Bethany about us being together but she quipped, ÒWeÕre getting away from our prison guards.Ó

ÒYou were supposed to be locked in your room, revising for your exams not causing us untold worry as to where you were. WeÕve looked everywhere for you.Ó

From the forceful way she pushed the chair and didnÕt stop to speak to her mother, I knew BethÕs anger level was rising to match her motherÕs. ÒWeÕll do the revision after weÕre snuggled up in bed and heÕs fucked me silly, like you really wanted. Go home mother, weÕll be fine.Ó

ÒGet into your room at once!Ó

ÒNo, you get to your room or better still, find yourself a man to take home, IÕm staying with Mark like you ordered earlier.Ó

Ruth tried to block our way but by now a small group had gathered including some of the boys and girls weÕd met at the cafŽ. I couldnÕt call them friends as we hardly spoke before this evening but they took our side and jeered and told Ruth to go to the Bambi Club to get a man. For once mother had her say and told Ruth to leave and she would see we came to no harm.

By the time IÕd climbed the stairs to my room, I was pretty much exhausted from being in the fresh air and the struggles of the day. Mother recognised this and said, ÒWeÕd better get you showered and ready for bedÉÓ She paused and looked at Beth before going on, ÒIÕd guess you are doing this as a rebellion against your mother, do you really intend to sleep with him? There canÕt be any monkey business, as well you know, but if you just want a place to stay, you can use the bed in the box room. ItÕs only a single bed but itÕs clean.Ó

The offer put Beth into a quandary. I doubted if she really wanted to sleep with me and yet didnÕt want to back down. To my surprise she answered promptly, ÒWeÕll sleep together if you donÕt mind giving up your bed. IÕm knackered and need a shower too and will help him. I promise not to hurt him.Ó

My heart started to thump at the thought of showering with Bethany; at seeing her naked again and this time close-to and perhaps touching her while she washed me. I could more-or-less wash myself now but mother still came in and did parts I couldnÕt reach because of the pain of bending and twisting. ÒYouÕll find it best to sit him in the shower chair to do most of his body and then he doesnÕt have to stand for too long. He knows where everything is and you can leave your toiletries in the bathroom and if you hear your mother arrive, I suggest you lock the bathroom door but otherwise please leave it open. I may want to pop in to see all is okay, IÕm still not certain of your motives but am going along with the kill or cure scenario.Ó Turning to me she went on, ÒAnd you, behave yourself. Let her wash you like IÕve had to, keep your hands where they should be and donÕt do anything to anger her. IÕm sure this is a completely new experience for both of you.Ó

It certainly was! My prick even started to rise at the sight of BethÕs tits and mound so close to my face. I wondered if sheÕd let me wash her but she didnÕt and I heeded motherÕs words. She came in when Beth dried my back and, seeing my partial erection, remarked, ÒWell that seems to be healing but remember, no playing with it tonight.Ó

Although tired, I couldnÕt sleep and neither could Beth. I felt her tossing and turning and finally she whispered, ÒAre you awake?Ó and when I replied she turned and held my hand. ÒDo you want to talk about things? About us?Ó

We talked and then cuddled for an hour or so before sleep finally overcame us. I tried to find out why the sudden change of heart to me and she couldnÕt really explain it but over the last few days sheÕd thought more and more about our past childhood and then in the cafŽ we were treated as a couple sheÕd decided to see what it would be like to have a boyfriend. The final swing came when Ruth ordered her home after having made up her mind to sleep with me. Certainly rebellion clinched it.

Mother remarked at breakfast that we were very perky for early morning but didnÕt question us for the reasons. By the time Ruth came, we were in my room doing some serious studying. I found out later that mother had been to see Ruth and explained the situation and persuaded her to tone down her attitude to us and this probably accounted for her semi-pleasant demeanour. WeÕd cleared my desk of unwanted papers and clutter and moved my computer a little so Beth could put her laptop on the end. We did our homework first and planned to do the revising later. I think the fact that we were working without squabbling took the wind out of her sails and she only commented on what we did until the end when she threw in, ÒYou know sleeping together must end after this weekend and I will expect you home after school on Monday, Beth.Ó She didnÕt reply and neither did I. At least it gave us two more nights together, which is more than we expected.

We went out again that evening but only sat holding hands by the river. I was less self-conscious because the bruise colour had faded from my face and my balls were less swollen. They and my painful stomach prevented me from walking far or standing for long so Beth wheeled me in the chair.

Our behaviour in the shower that night was far less inhibited. We giggled a lot and played with each other until mother came and told us to quieten down. She smiled when she said it and IÕm sure she saw my erection. At least I knew that part of the system worked. We continued playing in bed but talked in whispers and eventually the subject of her change in attitude came up again. For a long while, Beth lay quiet and still and I began to think she had dozed off but, as if suddenly making a decision, she spoke. ÒEven mum doesnÕt know the whole story so it is something only we share. When daddy first started coming into the bathroom and helping me bathe, I enjoyed his attentions and he didnÕt do anything I disliked. When he rubbed my mound, it felt nice and I opened my legs wider; when he suckled my budding tits, again nice sensations went through my body. I of course noticed the bulge in his trousers and I knew what effect I had on him so it wasnÕt much of a surprise when he pulled his prick out and showed me. We talked about what men and women did together and he allowed me to see some of the porn on his computer. ThatÕs where I learned about sucking menÕs pricks and the stuff that came out. Gradually he persuaded me to do that for him but after a while he lost the persuasion and forced me to do it and to take him deeper and deeper in my mouth. On the evening Mum came home early heÕd forced it into my throat and cut off my air supply until I almost passed out. Three times he did it before he came in my mouth and I wondered if he would eventually kill me. My throat was sore for days after. Mum questioned me as to my crying and I told her about Dad molesting me but not about how he nearly throttled me. She thinks he only fondled and had oral sex with me. IÕm still a virgin. As you know, she threw him out of the house after that. She decided we could do without the adverse publicity of going to court and having him put away and just cited adultery as the reason for the divorce. When about the same time, you put your hand inside my knickers, I immediately thought I was going to go through it all again and decided to say fuck you and fuck everyone and keep myself to myself. When you spied on me, I again thought it could be the start of hell again and my anger completely fogged my judgement. I thought only of well and truly stopping you before you even got started but I didnÕt expect to hurt you as badly as I did with just a few potatoes. It took a little while before I realised the seriousness of the harm IÕd done and even longer to admit I was wrong about you try and rectify the mistake. IÕm really and truly sorry for what I did and will try and make amends but I havenÕt worked out how to do that yet.Ó

We talked, cuddled and kissed for a while longer until I said, ÒYou donÕt have to buy me knew clothes or a plane kit, we can well afford to buy them.Ó

ÒI know you can but I want to do it as part of my penitence.Ó With our naked bodies so close I couldnÕt help but get an erection. Beth gently took hold of it and slowly rubbed it. ÒDoes that hurt?Ó she asked and when I said it felt nice, she continued and I asked if I could do the same to her. Soon after we mutually masturbated each other and I had my first emission since being injured. Fortunately I grabbed a tissue before we soiled the sheets on motherÕs bed.

Monday night it seemed strange to sleep alone but mother said it was for the best and we could probably have some time together at other weekends and if our relationship developed sheÕd consider buying a bigger bed for my room but that would mean a considerable rearrangement to get it in. ÒDad will be home in three weeks so weÕll see what he says and we can use his muscle power to move things.

By Wednesday I became increasing bored with being at home alone but I still had the problem of not being able to walk far. I mentioned this to Beth who suggested she wheeled me to school and I did what I could. Most of the swelling had gone from my balls but my stomach muscles pained me. It shocked many staff and pupils, to see Bethany Bitch pushing me around school and even helping get my food in the cafeteria but by the following week I had no need of the chair and could walk reasonably normally.

I wanted Beth to stay with me over the weekend again but Ruth point-blank refused to allow it and mother sided with her. ÒSheÕs under age and youÕre fit again so IÕm sure sex would be on the menu. SheÕs sixteen next weekend so I may allow it as her birthday treat if you are still in lovey-dovey mood with each other.Ó We couldnÕt see the point of waiting a week but went along with it and while we could have fucked after school before mother and Ruth got home, we decided to do it properly in bed in a few days.

We celebrated her birthday with a nice meal at RuthÕs and, with MotherÕs help, I bought Beth a stylish top that I gave to her at the meal. Both of us were eager to get back to my house where we could be alone but the meal and party, if the four of us could be called a party, dragged on.

Finally, and earlier than normal, we decided to shower and go to bed. Sleep wasnÕt on our minds though. Mother must have had a word with her because she took an old towel from the airing cupboard and put under her when we celebrated her birthday in the manner weÕd wanted all week. Perhaps we were too eager but it took a bit of fumbling before I entered my prick but I remembered to wait until she said she was ready after I burst her hymen. For both of us it finished far too soon but later, relaxed and less apprehensive, we fucked again and she orgasmed before I spurted my load.

As we recovered from our post orgasmic high, I reached under the bed, ÒIÕve another present for you,Ó I grinned as I handed her the gift-wrapped parcel. Minutes later the picture on the box showed she had a complete kit for making a simple radio controlled aircraft. Puzzled, she looked questioningly at me until I pointed out, ÒWomen can fly planes as well as men and making and flying it is something we can do together.Ó

ÒYes, as long as you donÕt crash land in someone elseÕs garden!Ó

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