Charlie Savage
by Daddy's Boy and Brother Ted

This story describes a very strange family. In this story there will be lies, deceit, murderous intentions, and a lot of sex. This story contains scenes depicting both homosexual and heterosexual sex scenes. This story features a chemical that doesn't exist in reality. The story describes sexual relationships and acts between males and females of various ages and even incestuous acts. If you are offended by this, don't read the story. This story may be long, but I'm not promising anything. I do promise to update it as much as possible. I would like to hear what you all think of this story, but please don't make requests. The story is finished by the time the first chapter is posted to any site.

I'd also like to introduce the writing of my brother, Ted. He wrote parts of this story with me, so he gets at least half the credit. I'd like to take this time to thank Kandor259 for editing the story and at least trying to make us sound like we know what we're writing about. Go to https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html and donate to Nifty to keep the site free and give us all something to read.

Charlie Savage
Chapter 4

The next morning, my father woke me up by sucking my dick. I woke up just before I came down his throat. He sat up and looked at me with a grin on his face. I took a few more minutes to compose myself. Yes, he was much better at giving head than Annabelle. I returned his smile and sat up. He leaned forward and kissed me. When his tongue entered my mouth, I decided that I could return the favor. I grabbed his dick and pushed his torso back down to the bed.

"Really?" he asked with an amused sort of chuckle.

I was too busy moving down his body until I could take his dick into my mouth. He gasped as I went all the way down. I'm not really sure how it was that I knew how to do that, but I had my nose in his pubic hair in the first plunge. I even swallowed around his dick, making him twitch. I bobbed up and down on him for a while, taking him all the way here and there. I noticed that he was gripping the sheets. I wondered what he was trying to prevent. I mean, my cum was in his stomach, and I was sure that at least some of it was still in his ass. Why would he think that I would shy away from his? I redoubled my efforts, and his legs began to quiver. Finally, his balls drew up close to his scrotum, and I went all the way down just as he began to fire into my throat. When it was over, I sat up and looked at him. I gave him that crooked grin I'd been practicing.

"Morning," I said. Then, deciding that I had my mojo back, I lifted his legs and moved between them.

"Morning," he said as I slipped into his still lubricated ass once again. "Ahh."

"It's going to be a really good morning," I said as I started to thrust in and out of his ass.

"I'm a tad sore," he said, wincing as I bottomed out in his ass.

"I'll rub it better," I said with a grin. Then I kissed him again.

"Oh, Hell," he said as soon as the kiss ended. "Give it to me."

"Your wish is my command," I said as I picked up the pace.

I fucked my father for as long as I could without going over the edge. I was waiting for him to cum with me. I knew that I was rubbing against his prostate because he'd gasp and twitch every time I touched it. It was getting harder and harder not to cum from the friction of his anal walls. Then there was the way that he kept tightening his sphincter to give me more pleasure. Finally, he threw his head back and bathed his stomach with cum. I let go and flooded his anal cavity with my own cum.

"That wasn't what I had in mind when I woke you," he said with a grin. "It was enjoyable, however. I think that being sore made it feel even better for some reason."

"How is that tenderness now?" I asked as my dick softened and fell out of his ass.

"There's a bit more of it," he said, grinning again. "Let's just say that I'll sit softly today."

"Well, we'd better get a move on," I said.

"Yes," he agreed. "We need a shower."

Once downstairs, my mother greeted us in the dining room. She smirked at my father when he sat in the chair and winced when his ass made contact. I glared at her until she stopped. I took my seat just as Mr. Hassan placed a plate of Belgian waffles in front of me. He handed me a small carafe of maple syrup to drench them in. I quickly used butter and then drenched my waffles. Mr. Hassan was placing a plate in front of my father as I took my first bite.

"What are you plans for today?" asked my mother.

"I'm going to call Eric and Jason and see what they're up to," I said. "I may take Dad over to Eric's house to connect with an old friend. After that, I have no idea what I'm going to be up to. I should call Maria Alvarez to find out what's going on with Edguardo's surgery."

"You can ask Manuel," she said. "He's in Carlos's office this morning."

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"I take my morning coffee on my balcony," she said. "I saw him arrive."

"Okay," I said as I continued to eat my waffles.

"You're sitting gingerly, Alan," she said with a smirk. "Have too much fun last night?"

"That's none of your business, Elizabeth," said my father as he sipped his coffee, or pretended to.

"Oh, come on," she said. "Can't I at least get a kick out of the fact that our son fucked your ass so hard that you have trouble sitting down?"

"Mother," I said, looking directly at her. I waited until she looked me in the eye. "You'll say no more about this. Ever."

"Of course," she said once her pupils returned to normal.

"What's wrong with your eyes, Elizabeth?" asked my father. He was looking at her strangely.

"Nothing," she said. "Why are you bothering to look at me?"

"Dad," I said, getting him to look at me. "Don't worry about her eyes."

"Sure," he said once his pupils returned to normal.

I decided there and then that no matter what he wanted, I was getting rid of Mother. I didn't want her or Alan to figure out what I could do. Noticing her eyes had nearly made me choke on my waffle. I sat there and waited for either of them to say something. When neither did, I went back to eating. As soon as I was finished, I got up and went down to Carlos's office. His office was actually the back half of the garage. When I walked through the door, I found Carlos and Manuel in a deep discussion.

"Charlie," Carlos said with a grin as he noticed me. "We were just discussing you."

"Me?" I asked. I walked further into the office to stand beside Manuel.

"Yes," he said. "We were discussing the fact that your parents seem to have had a major change of heart where you are concerned."

"Not my mother," I sighed. "My father thinks I'm his favorite person in the world for some reason."

"Well, something is going right," Manuel said. "You're filling out, and you look happy and healthy."

"Speaking of happy and healthy, what's going on with Edguardo's surgery?" I asked, turning to Manuel.

"He's scheduled to go in at seven in the morning on Monday," Manuel said. "Surgery is at nine. He'll be there for half the day and then come home with us."

"I'll be there," I said.

"You have school," Manuel countered.

"Yes, but Edguardo is my best friend," I said. "I'll be there when he has surgery."

"Mijo," said Carlos. "You are a good friend to Edguardo."

"Thanks, Carlos," I said. "I don't see him as often as I'd like to, but he's really important to me."

"He knows that Mijo," Manuel said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Then tell him that I will be there Monday morning," I said with a smile.

"It will be as you say," Manuel said. "Now, scoot. We have work, Carlos and I."

"All right," I said with a chuckle.

I went back up to the house and called Eric. I told him that I wanted to bring my father over if his father was home. He said that his father had called and said he'd be home for dinner. I told him that I'd have my father over there around that time. He laughed and said he'd see me then. Next, I called Jason. He told me that everyone was talking about me. He'd gotten several calls from other people asking if I'd actually had sex with Annabelle. I reminded him that I'd fingered her pussy and she'd sucked my dick, and though it was called oral sex, I had not penetrated her pussy with anything more than my fingers so far. He laughed at my comment and reminded me that she expected to go out with me that very night. I told him I'd figure it out.

When I called Annabelle, she suggested that I let her come over. I thought about it for a moment and then decided that was a good idea. Let my mother see me with a girl for once. That should keep her guessing. First, I had to talk to my dad about it. He'd be easy enough to get this past. I also had to tell him that I wouldn't be going to school on Monday. Instead, I'd be at the hospital for Edguardo's surgery. When I tracked him down, he was in the living room having a heated discussion with my mother.

"So, you let him fuck you every night," she spat. "Your own son. Alan, you're not even a man. Why am I still married to you?"

"Because you like the fact that you're married to one of the top chemists in the state," he reminded her. His voice was gruff as he replied. I stood there and waited.

"If you're gay, why don't you divorce me?" she snapped.

"You know why," he said.

"The money," she hissed. "That's all I am to you, isn't it? I'm the money."

"If I divorce you without cause, I get nothing," he said. "I believe that I should get something for putting up with you for all these years."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped again.

"You're a cold bitch, Elizabeth," he said. "You froze me out when you got pregnant with Charlie. I knew you didn't want a baby, but you didn't have to turn on me. After all, it was your birth control that failed."

"As I recall, I wanted an abortion," she hissed. "You wouldn't let me."

"Of course I wouldn't let you," he barked. "I wasn't about to let you kill my unborn child."

"Then you tried to kill him yourself," she reminded.

"That was all your idea," he said. "You told me that if I didn't put those drugs in his food, you'd divorce me and take him away from me anyway."

"You didn't kill him," she said.

"No, I didn't kill him," he said. "I was never trying to kill him. I put just enough drugs in his food to make him sick. The last time I didn't know you'd already dosed his food when I put the drugs in. I was so scared that he was dead."

"You and your son," she snapped. "You can have each other."

I chose that moment to walk into the room. They looked at me when I came in. My mother looked guilty, but my father smiled at me. I would have to think about what I'd heard, but she was history as soon as I got it all worked out in my head. I sat down on the love seat. My father sat beside me. My mother left the room. She would have to be dealt with soon. I just didn't know who I was going to get to do the deed.

"You heard us," Dad said.

"I heard enough," I said. "So, you weren't trying to kill me?"

"No, I wasn't," he said. "I only made you sick. She kept calling me a failure every time you woke up."

"Alan, she has to go," I told him.

"I know, Charlie," he sighed. "I know."

"I'll find someone to have sex with her," I said. "We'll get it all on tape. Then you'll have your leverage for a divorce with half the assets."

"I want more than that, Charlie," he said. "I want her to lose her freedom."

"I'll figure this out, Alan," I said. "Trust me."

"I'm going to have to," he said.

The next day, I decided that I wanted to get my answer about my sexuality. I decided to invite Annabelle over and convince her to let me fuck her. I just had to tell Alan what I was up to and make sure he was all right with it. The last thing I needed was for him to start being pissy about me fucking Annabelle instead of him. I didn't want to have to look him in the eye and tell him to get over it.

"Listen, I'm inviting Annabelle over this evening," I said when we were alone. "I plan to fuck her. I promise to change the sheets when she leaves."

"Get you some," he laughed. "Just don't marry her, Charlie. You see the fix I'm in."

"I see it," I sighed.

Annabelle arrived shortly after dinner that night. I took her upstairs to my room. She looked around the room with interest. There were no posters on the walls, no trophies for any sporting events, and there were very few personal items in the room. I hadn't lived a normal life, after all. She commented on the lack of clutter. I told her that I liked to keep things neat. She smiled at this. Then she was kissing me.

She was clinging to me as she kissed me. I grabbed her ass because that's all I really knew to do in that position. I pulled her even tighter against me, causing her to moan into the kiss. I broke the kiss and went for her neck. She was breathing hard as I left light kisses on her neck. Then she pushed me back, pulled off her dress, and stood before me naked. She had a look in her eyes that I'd never seen before.

"I want you to fuck me," she said. "I brought condoms, so you don't have to worry."

I took a condom from her and stripped. She smiled when she saw my dick. I put the condom on and then we were in the bed. I was kissing her again as I entered her. She moaned into the kiss as I began to fuck. I moved one hand down her body to her pussy and rubbed her clit while I fucked her. She gasped and moaned. A few minutes later, she made that funny squeaking noise. I fucked her for all I was worth, marveling at how loose her pussy was. I really didn't like the feeling of her to be honest. I fucked her though. She seemed to be having a ball. When it was over, she lay there in my arms, breathing hard. I'd rubbed her clit to give her four orgasms.

"That was something," I said as I caught my breath.

"That was amazing," she said with a chuckle. "God, Charlie. You're the best I've ever had."

I raised up and looked her in the eye. "You're still into me, but you know that you can't have me. This was the last time we'll ever do anything like this again. You're not heartbroken, but you're disappointed. You know that I can't be with you because my parents won't let me," I said.

"This really sucks," she said with a sigh. Then she got up and put her dress back on. "I'll call my dad to come and get me."

"I'm really sorry, Annabelle," I said as I got up and put my clothes back on.

"Your parents suck," she said as she quickly called her dad on his cell phone.

As soon as she was gone, I stripped the sheets from the bed and took them to the washing machine. I started the cycle and then went back up to my room to get the used condom and throw it away. Alan was standing in the doorway when I got there. He just watched me for a moment. Then he came in and sat on the bed. He looked at me for a long moment and then sighed. I got rid of the condom and sat beside him.

"So, am I cut off now?" he asked.

"God, no," I said. "It was really awful. She had a great time, but I'd have rather fucked you. She was so loose, it was awful."

"So, you think you're gay then?" he asked.

"Oh, I know I am," I said with a sigh. "So, for now, I'll just keep fucking you."

"My ass needs a break," he said. "Can I just suck you for a while?"

"Sure, Alan," I said. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You're a good boy, Charlie," he said.

"Oh," I said, remembering Edguardo. "I need you to call the school for me tomorrow. I'm going to be there for Edguardo while he has surgery tomorrow. I'll need a ride to the hospital, too."

"Sure thing," he said. "I'll go put the sheets in the dryer."

"Thanks," I said. "I'm gonna go raid the kitchen."

"There's pie in there," he said. "Mr. Hassan made it today. He said we could eat it whenever we wanted. Have a piece."

"Okay," I said as I made my way down the stairs.

My mother was already having pie. I had decided what to do with my mother now. I just needed to talk to Tommy Markham. I'd get him over to the house and have him fuck my mother while I videotaped it. Then my father could have her sent to prison when he "found" the tape she made of the two of them having sex. Actually, I was sure he'd have to get the Markhams involved to send her up the river. The important thing was that he would get his divorce, sole custody of me, and Mother would be behind bars. She'd also be a registered sex offender when she got out of prison.

"Hello, Charlie," Mom said when I came into the kitchen.

"Hello, Mom," I said as I went to the fridge to get the pie. "How was your day?"

"Boring," she said. "I sat here all day while you were in school and your father was at work. Or at least that's where he said he was all day."

"What's your problem with me and Dad?" I asked, turning to face her.

"I don't really have a problem with you, Charlie," she said. "Well, other than the fact that I never wanted to have you. My problem is with your father. He's a weak, money-loving, homosexual who can't satisfy a woman."

"Mother, did you ever think that you might want something younger?" I asked, looking her in the eye. The pie was forgotten for now.

"What do you mean?" she asked, not breaking eye contact.

"Well, what about a teenager?" I asked. "They might be able to satisfy a woman. God knows that I made Annabelle cum three times when I fucked her."

"Three times?" she asked, eyes open wide.

"Three times," I said. "I got her to do it three times on the group date, too. We were in the theater at the mall. She makes this funny little squeak noise when she cums."

"You might have something there," she said with a grin. "Who do you suggest?"

"I'll find the right boy for you, Mom," I said. "You just go to the electronic store and buy a video camera with a really good microphone. I mean a top of the line one."

"What for?" she asked.

"So you can relive the experience whenever you want," I said with a grin.

"You're just a devil," she said as I cut my piece of the apple pie.

The next morning, I was at the hospital before Edguardo went into surgery. He smiled when he saw me, and I hugged him. I signed to him that I wouldn't have been anywhere else. He smiled really big at that. Then they took him to surgery and I sat with Maria and Manuel. Dr. Epping had explained to us that the surgery wouldn't take long, and that once Edguardo was fully awake, he could go home. I decided to stay with him for the rest of the day unless Maria and Manuel wanted to be lone with him. If that were the case, I'd just go home and spend the day there.

We were there for a little more than an hour when Dr. Epping came to talk to Maria and Manuel. He said that the surgery had been a success, and that Edguardo responded to auditory stimuli. He was in recovery, and when he woke up, he would get dressed and they could take him home. I was thrilled. Of course, I knew that Edguardo may not be able to hear like the rest of us right off the bat. There might be some recovery time involved. I tuned out Dr. Epping after he'd said that they could take Edguardo home. I was happy that the surgery had been a success.

I went home with them, and I was very excited when Edguardo heard every word we were saying in the car. He smiled really big when I asked him if he could hear us. Then he nodded. By the time we reached their house, I was smiling just as big. However, I was wondering when he would speak. I knew that he could because I'd heard him speak several times in the past. Sure, his speech was a bit different than the average, but he'd been near deaf for a significant amount of his life.

At the house, he went to the living room and turned on the stereo. He smiled really big when he could actually hear the radio without interference. He looked at us and tapped his chest with his hands, keeping the beat of the current song. I smiled really big at this, his answering smile was amazing. Manuel sat in the living room with us while Maria made us some lunch. Edguardo continued to listen to the radio. After a few moments I noticed that he was crying silent tears, but the smile hadn't left his face.

Manuel hugged him tight, whispering words in his ear that I couldn't understand. My understanding of the Spanish language wasn't perfect. Edguardo continued to smile, but when he looked at me, his face took on another look as Manuel continued to whisper to him. Suddenly, he let go of Manuel and wrapped his arms around me. He hugged me so tight. I could feel his heartbeat. I held on to him and looked at Manuel. He was smiling and nodding.

"Mi padre me dijo que consiguió que el médico hiciera la cirugía," he said which sounded a bit strange even for Spanish. His diction was slightly off. However I looked at Manuel in confusion for a moment.

"English, mijo," said Manuel.

"My father told me that you got the doctor to do the surgery," he said in his distorted English. "Thank you."

"Oh, Edguardo," I said, holding him tighter. "You're my best friend in the world. You were my friend when I had no friends. Of course, I talked to the doctor about doing the surgery pro bono. I wanted you to be able to hear."

"You my best friend, too," he said as he held me. "I love you."

"I love you, too," I said.

He let go of me and then smiled at me with a beautiful smile. I smiled back. I knew then that I would never use my ability on him or his parents. These people had been good to me when there was no goodness in my life. I could never subvert their will that way. I smiled at him again as Maria called us in for lunch. We went into the kitchen and sat at the table. She'd made shredded beef quesadillas with shredded cheddar cheese and cream cheese in the filling. They were really wonderful. I ate two of them, but Edguardo at three. We laughed about that.

"So, how are things at home, Charlie?" Maria asked.

"Pretty good," I said. "My mother and father argue a lot, but not in front of me. Usually, they shut up when I come into the room. I think they argue over how they treat me. My mom thinks my dad is too soft or something or another."

"Your mother is harder on you?" Manuel asked, looking directly at me.

"No," I said after a moment. "She's more dismissive of me than anything else. We have conversations, but I can tell that she'd much rather be talking to someone else. My father isn't like that. He's been acting more like my brother than my father, I guess. It really makes my mother angry."

"Well, at least he's treating you good," said Maria. "Your mother has always been a cold person. In high school, she hated me and anyone of Latin descent. We were all shocked when your father took up with her and later married her. To be honest, girls weren't what we thought your father was interested in. He was really close with the Anice brothers in school."

"My friend at school," I said. "His name is Eric Anice, and his father is Mike Anice. He was my father's best friend in high school. I don't know what happened to the older brother. I believe his name was Eric as well. Dad never said. He just said that Eric wasn't around anymore."

"He died, didn't he?" Maria asked Manuel.

"Yes," he said. "It wasn't long after high school. He got really sick, but I never found out what was wrong with him. They were all real hush hush about it."

"Huh," I said, grinning at Edguardo. He'd clearly been following the conversation.

"Enough about dead older brothers," Maria said, grinning at Edguardo again. "What would you like to do today?"

"Anything," he said. "Can we see a movie?"

"Sure," said Manuel. "I've got the day off from the Savages. Why not?"

So that evening we went to see a great movie about a sort of time travel that involved the Aurora Borealis, a ham radio, and a serial killer. Edguardo loved the action, and I loved the science fiction parts of it all. Maria and Manuel enjoyed the movie, and by the time they dropped me off in front of my huge house, I was one of the happiest boys on the planet. Edguardo could hear, and I had been a part of making that happen. What would be better than that?

"How was your day?" my father asked when I came in.

"It was great," I said with a smile. "Edguardo can hear. We went to a movie tonight. He had a great time."

"That's pretty awesome," he said, smiling. "So the surgery was successful?"

"Yes," I said. "I personally think it might have been too soon to take him out, but Manuel and Maria thought it would be all right. They just don't know that halfway through the movie, Edguardo told me his head hurt from all of the loud sounds in the movie theater."

"Well, they'll have to take it slow," he said. "Believe me, Edguardo will let them know when they've gone too far."

"I'm sure he will," I said. "Listen, I'm gonna grab a shower. Where's my mother?"

"She's upstairs playing with that video camera she bought," he said.

"All right," I said, grinning like an idiot.

After a quick word with my mother about what the video camera was for, I went and took a much-needed shower. I had a day's worth of sweat and grime to clean from my body. My father was coming into the bathroom just as I got out of the shower. He stripped and got in after me. I quickly brushed my teeth, gargled with mouthwash, and then left the room. Alan came in a little bit later and joined me in the bed. That night we only talked. He cuddled up to me, but we went to sleep fairly quickly.

The next day, I was the talk of the school. I couldn't figure out why at first, but Jason was quick to fill me in. It seemed that Annabelle was telling everyone that I was Cassanova. Boys I didn't know slapped me on the back. Girls I didn't know said hello to me. It was like living in the Twilight Zone. At lunch, everyone seemed to want to sit at the table where I sat with Jason and Eric. Laura and Raina were there every day to be with Jason and Eric. I was a bit surprised that Anabelle wasn't with them. It turned out that she'd been pulled out of school by her father just before lunch. The girls didn't know what was going on.

I did manage to corner Tommy Markham in the gym later. I looked him in the eye and told him to be at the mall that night alone and to wait for my mother to pick him up and bring him to my house. When he asked why he was coming to my house, I told him not to worry about that. He'd find out when he got there. That was easy enough to pull off. Now I just had to tell my mother to go pick up Tommy at the mall and bring him back to the house to have sex with him.

It worked out perfectly, actually. I was surprised that he survived the trip to the house. While my mother was gone, I got the camera all set up on the tripod. All they had to do was turn it on. It was pointed at the bed but angled in such a way that it would catch what was about to go on. When she came back with Tommy, I had to give him instructions. After that, he was gung ho to fuck my mother. I sent them to the bedroom and went up myself to check on them a few minutes later.

Tommy and my mother were naked, and I looked at the picture on the camera's screen and saw that it was catching exactly what I needed it to. I left them to it. I found my father in the living room. He smiled at me when I came in, and I smiled right back. I wasn't sure if he even knew what was going on upstairs. I just knew that when it was over, I was going to give him the memory card from the camera and let him take it to the police.

"Where's your mother?" he asked. The tone of his voice let me know that he really didn't care about her whereabouts. He was only asking to pretend to care. It was still strange for me to figure out their dynamics. I supposed it wouldn't matter in a day or two.

"She's upstairs getting fucked by Tommy Markham," I said. "They're videotaping it. Mom thinks it's so she can watch the video whenever she wants to relive the experience."

"Wow," he said, looking at me with wide eyes. "You really got her to fuck that boy?"

"It was pretty easy, actually," I said. "Tommy Markham is a good looking boy."

"You didn't want to fuck him?" he asked.

"Not in a million years," I said honestly. "He's been evil to me since grade school. I've got a few things up my sleeve for little Tommy Markham. Don't worry."

"Just don't get caught, no matter what you do," he said.

"Don't worry," I said. "No one will ever know that I was involved."

When Tommy and my mother came back downstairs, I told my mother to take Tommy home. While she was gone, I watched the video. Then I took the memory card out and took it down to my father. I told him that it was all there on the memory card. He told me he knew just what to do with it. I laughed at that. Mother came back a few minutes later. I told her that she had forgotten to put a memory card in the video camera. She was really upset about that. I laughed my way up to my room.

It happened fast the next day. Tommy Markham was pulled out of our third-hour class. Then I was called out. I sat in a room with an investigator who asked me a lot of questions about my mother and Tommy. I told them that until yesterday, I hadn't known that they even knew each other. I'd already programmed both of them with what to say to investigators. The investigator asked me if my mother had ever touched me sexually. I told her that my mother would rather touch maggots than touch me. She wrote that down. I had to keep from laughing at the whole thing.

When I got home, my father told me that my mother had been arrested for soliciting sex from a minor. He'd turned the memory card over to the police, and they had her dead to rights. He told me he was going to see his lawyer in the morning to start divorce proceedings. I told him that was probably a good idea. I told him that with her going to jail, he'd probably get all of the money. He told me that he was going to petition the court to give me her money. That shocked me. I wondered if I'd get the chance to look the judge in the eye.

The next day, it was all anyone would talk about at school. They didn't know exactly what had happened, but it had made the local news that my mother was arrested for sexual misconduct involving a minor child. Tommy's being pulled from class seemed to give some of them an idea of what had happened. No one asked me a single question about my mother or Tommy. Eric and Jason sat with me at lunch. Laura and Raina sat with us. To my complete shock, Jackson and Rick Epping sat with us. It seemed that finding out what was wrong with Rick wasn't going to be as hard as I had thought. First, I needed to navigate the fallout from my mother having sex with Tommy. No one knew that there was a video of the event. Most thought my father or I had caught them. It was suddenly on everyone's mind that Tommy and I had not ever been friendly in school. Several thought I was the one who caught them. People gave me a wide berth. It was starting to annoy me.

After lunch, I cornered Jackson and Rick. I looked them both in the eye one at a time and asked them what was going on in their lives that had Rick looking like a dear trapped in headlights. Even with my ability, it was hard to get it out of them. When I did, I was so shocked that I sat there and stared at them for a long moment. Rick was crying, and Jackson looked like he wanted to melt into the floor. It seemed that their uncle had been fucking them since they were ten years old. Now he had them fucking each other. He had been videotaping it all for years. What was even worse was that Tommy had overheard a conversation between the twins. He was now blackmailing Jackson into having sex with him whenever he wanted. I was amazed and a little repulsed.

"Do you want what is happening to you to stop?" I asked, looking from one to the other of them.

"Of course, we want it to stop," snapped Jackson. "Do you think we like it?"

"Well, I don't know," I said. "I have no idea what either of you think about the sex."

"Well, I wouldn't mind the sex if it wasn't with my uncle and brother," Rick said. "It's sick, I know, but I like the feeling of a dick in my ass."

"I do, too, but I agree with Ricky," said Jackson. "I hate my uncle, and I'd rather not be fucking Ricky."

"What about Tommy?" I asked.

"I'd like to fucking kill Tommy Markham," Jackson said hatefully. "He was supposed to be my best friend. Now, look at what he's doing to me."

"Well then," I sighed. "It looks like I have my work cut out for me."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jackson asked.

"I'm going to get your uncle to stop what he's doing," I said. "It might be bad for both of you, though."

"What are you going to do?" Rick asked.

"I'm going to get him to turn all of the evidence over to the police and turn himself in," I said.

"You'll never get him to do that," Jackson said sadly.

"Yes, I will," I said. "I just want to apologize to both of you for what is coming once I pull this off."

"We can handle it," said Rick. His behavior for as long as I had known him begged to differ, but I said nothing to this.

"How would you like to take revenge on Tommy for what he's done to you?" I asked Jackson.

"That's not going to happen," he said.

"Sure it is," I said. "He's in a heap of trouble right now. He fucked my mother and she videotaped it. My father found the video and turned it over to the police. My mother is in jail awaiting trial. Tommy's going to have to testify. Everyone already knows what happened, though right now they only think they know."

They both looked at me with wide-eyed shock. I hadn't meant to shock them. I had only meant to make them see that Tommy wasn't in any position to blackmail anyone. If I got their uncle to turn in the evidence and turn himself in, Tommy wouldn't have anything to hold over Jackson anymore. In fact, it seemed that Jackson would have something to hold over Tommy after it was all said and done. I quickly let them know what I was thinking. Then I promised to be their friend when the smoke cleared.