“Frank, what did you mean when you told Steve you’d fucked him up once before? When? What did you do to him?”
I tried to avoid telling her, but it somehow all came out, that I’d known what had happened to her, and I’d hunted down that worthless douche-bag and kicked his ass for him. Sally looked ashamed that I knew of her shame, but I hugged her, telling her that I did it because I loved my big sister and no-one was going to hurt her while I was around.
“And Kat, does she know too?” she murmured, and I just nodded, helpless to stop the tears that spilled down her cheeks.
“If it helps, Sally, she’s as angry as I am, but we don’t blame you; how could we? Just like we can’t blame that beautiful little boy in there; he can’t help who his daddy is, but he’s sure lucky he’s got you for a mom!”
Sally smiled sadly at that and stroked my cheek in gratitude.
“Sally, what did that prick want with you?” I asked, and Sarah stared into space as she collected her thoughts.
“He came here to warn me not to make any trouble for him and his family; I don’t know where he got that from, the last thing I want is to be reminded of that rabble, or what he did to me! Frankie, he threatened to take Joey away!”
Her voice cracked, and I could see the fear in her eyes; I promised myself, the next time I saw Steve Dolan, he’d pay again for frightening my sister! Sarah calmed down as I held her, telling her that Steve Dolan was too fond of his life to throw it away crossing me, while I thought black thoughts of death and vengeance raining down on that spoiled little asshole.
I had no idea where he’d got the idea that my family wanted anything to do with his pond-scum family, but at least now he knew where he stood with us; on the brink of death. My threat to tell the Hollister boys about him was real, make no mistake; one hint he was thinking of making any trouble for Sally and I’d make a call to Jeremiah Hollister, the meanest, angriest, most unreasonable, and most psychotic of all the brothers, and that Dolan prick would be just a memory and a couple of anonymous bloodstains somewhere deep in Bad Indian Woods.
“Thank you for being here, Frankie!” she murmured, “I never needed you so much as just now, I love you baby, and thank you for making Joey and me safe!” She wiped her eyes and then looked curiously at me.
“Why are you here, baby?”she asked, and I took a deep breath.
“Sally, I’ve… I have a girl, she’s perfect, she loves me, I love her, and we want to get married!”
Sarah’s eyes lit up a she smiled at me.
“Oh Baby, I’m so happy for you! What’s she like, who is she, when do I get to meet her?”
I drew another deep breath; this was it.
“She’s in the car, I asked her to wait while I took care of your… visitor, wait there and I’ll go get her!”
I went to the front door and opened it, beckoning Kat inside. She joined me on the porch, trembling but resolute. I took her hand and caressed her cheek.
“Are you ready, baby-girl?” I asked her, and Kat’s chin lifted bravely as she nodded. “Fine, then let’s do this!” I smiled, and led her inside.
Sarah smiled in welcome as she saw our little sister, and looked at the front door questioningly, waiting for this mysterious girl of mine to appear. When I closed the door, Sarah raised her eyebrow, her smile even more puzzled.
“Well, where is she, baby and what’s Kat doing here?”
Kat and I exchanged glances, and she took my hand, holding herself close to me.
Sarah’s eyes narrowed.
“Frank, what’s going on, where’s this girl of yours?” she demanded, her voice tinged with suspicion.
I held up our joined hands, and looked directly at her.
“Right here, Sally. Kat and me… we’ve… found what we want, and that’s each other, and we want to be together. I know you’ll probably think it’s wrong, but this is how we feel, and what we both want. Help us, Sally, please, help us find a way to be together!”
Sarah backed away from us, her hand to her mouth and a look of horror on her face, and when I made to move toward her, she backed away even further, her hand held up as though warding me off as she leaned back, increasing the space between us even more.
“No, no, no, no, no, you can’t be serious, no, this is not happening, this is a joke, both of you, say it’s a joke!” she pleaded, her face hardening when I shook my head. When I made to move toward her again, she backed away some more, until her back was against the wall.
“Don’t touch me, don’t you touch me!” she flared. “How can you stand there and tell me you want this? It’s disgusting, it’s wrong, you’re her brother, you’re not supposed to want your sister like… that, no, don’t… touch me, I feel sick, you make me sick, both of you! Get out of my house, get out, get out of here!”
She was almost screaming, her eyes blazing again, this time in revulsion and anger, and Kat looked at me in horror; this wasn’t how it was supposed to go; Sally was supposed to show us how to make this work, to help us because we needed our big sister, not reject us out of hand! With a strangled sob she fled, with me in hot pursuit. She jumped back into the car and slammed the door, to sit with her head bowed in her hands, her shoulders shaking. I didn’t know what to do; Kat was crying, and Sarah was furious, I needed both of them right now, but Kat needed me, so I climbed in next to her and started the car.
I drove away from Sarah’s house convinced I’d never see or hear from her again, she was so incandescently angry and disgusted with us, and my eyes stung with tears for both of them; for Kat and the hurt and rejection she was feeling, and Sarah for the burden we’d dumped on her by telling her about us, and for driving her away from us forever.
I drove aimlessly, on full autopilot, seeing only the expression of disgust on Sarah’s face, her tawny eyes blazing golden with anger and outrage, but gradually heading out of town, until I saw the sign for the Dew Drop Inn, and pulled into the parking lot on impulse; I didn’t feel like going home just then; Sarah was quite capable of coming down there to beard us again, and I didn’t have any stomach for that kind of fight just now; all I wanted to do was hold Kat and try and make it right for her again.
The Desk Clerk handed me the room keys with only the minimal amount of leering at Kat, although I have to say, she did look more than delicious; she was wearing a tight black pencil skirt, nude seamed stockings and black stiletto’s, and a short-sleeved teal-green silk blouse that set off her pale skin and tumbled cascade of blazing red hair to a T; with her tiny waist and clearly defined, tight little ass in that skirt, she looked like she’d stepped off the set of a movie from Hollywood’s Golden Age, and in spite of what had just happened, I could feel myself wanting her all over again.
Once we were in the room, which was clean, with fresh sheets, for a change, Kat let herself go, sobbing hysterically as she clung to me, and I held her close, rocking her and crooning to her just like I had when she was small, while I tried to figure out what to do next. Whatever we did, it looked like Sarah was out of the picture, which meant Kat and I were on our own, and I didn’t know what to do next.
Kat eventually stopped crying, but she still clung to me, perhaps because I was her most enduring symbol of care and comfort from her earliest days, but it was nice for me too, no matter what her reasons. After her sobs died away to the occasional sniff, she suddenly swung herself up onto my lap, and wrapped her arms around my neck as she buried her face in my neck. I had been rubbing her back as I soothed her, but now it felt different, somehow my soothing and calming my little sister had become sexier and it was getting to me. Kat wiggled on my lap as the evidence began to make itself felt, and her cheek against my neck had somehow become her lips as she kissed me softly, gentle little pecks as I smoothed my hands over her.
“Frankie, what do we do now?” she whispered between kisses, and I had to think on my feet; I’d had no plan as such, other than to get Sarah to give me a way forward.
“Baby, we’re on our own, I think that’s obvious. We should leave Springfield; too many people here know us for there to be any chance of a life together, so we’ll just have to sell-up, find jobs somewhere far away from here, and make up our own life. I’m sorry baby, I thought it would turn out okay, I thought Sally… I’m sorry…!”
My voice cracked as the sudden loss and desolation hit me; we really were on our own now, and Kat sat bolt upright, her hands suddenly cradling my face.
“Frankie, you still have me, and I have you. Mom’s gone, daddy’s gone, Joe’s gone, and now Sarah and Joey are gone, and it’s just you and me left, but we’re all we need, baby! You’ll be my family, and I’ll be yours, and we’ll make our family work somehow, have faith, baby, we’ll get past this!”
With that she kissed me, all rational thought suddenly fleeing as the full impact of that kiss hit me; my Kat certainly knew how to power-kiss! It obviously had an effect on her too, as she slid off my lap and reached behind to unzip her skirt. As soon as she did, she began sliding it down, with me appreciating just how tight that pencil skirt really was by the gyrations of her hips as she wriggled while tugging it down, Certain other parts of me had also taken full heed of the floorshow, and the constriction in my shorts was almost painful as Kat wriggled and shimmied in front of me, her skirt finally slipping off to reveal she was wearing a garter belt matching her tiny green silk panties.
I pulled her close to me, my hands automatically slipping around to cup and squeeze her taut little cheeks, my fingers slipping into the warm tight crease between those luscious little globes. Kat shimmied against me again, grinning as I nuzzled her pert little breasts, still concealed behind her silk blouse and bra.