It was already late afternoon, and Beth Anderson knew she was going to be late for her appointment. She had totally miscalculated how far the Thompson residence was from the city, and now, as she drove along the rural, two-lane highway, she wondered if she would have to stop at a motel for the night on the way back.
Beth had worked for the social services agency for six months and had handled a variety of cases but never a sexual abuse incident. The person who normally took care of such cases was on vacation, and Beth had agreed to take it. Now, she wondered if it was such a good idea.
When she first read the case report the previous day, she actually found herself becoming aroused and had to make a deliberate effort to bring herself back to the reality of what she was supposed to be doing. The girl, Diane Thompson, had apparently told someone that she and her stepfather had been having sexual intercourse for the past four years — ever since she was 12. The story quickly was reported to the authorities. It wasn't so much the fact that the pair had been having sex that turned Beth on so, as it was the graphic descriptions the girl provided. And it wasn't just vaginal intercourse, either.
As she maneuvered the state car along the curvy road, Beth replayed in her mind the contents of the report lying beside her on the seat. Diane had told how her stepfather first made her suck his cock and swallow his semen. She described vividly the slightly off-white color of his juice, its heat, richness and thick odor, and the enormous quantity he produced each time he ejaculated.
There were eight of us in my family, mum and dad, myself as the oldest child and, incidentally the only girl, one set of triplets and one set of twins, thankfully neither set of which was identical, I was seventeen, my brothers were fifteen and fourteen when our parents decided that we kids were old enough to look after ourselves while they had a second honeymoon. So off they went for two weeks of fun in the sun leaving me, as the eldest, supposedly in charge. My brothers had other ideas, however, and I was seriously outnumbered, after the first day I just gave up trying to keep them under control and concentrated on keeping the house tidy. That in itself was a full time job, five boys equates to a ton and a half of mess, I liked my brothers, but they were a lazy bunch of sods who couldn't seem to do anything without making a mess of some sort and I was getting fed up with running around after them by the fifth day.
"Listen here you mob," I said firmly as I stood in the living room looking at my five brothers lounging around, "I'm fed up clearing up after you, you don't make this much mess when mum and dad are around and I don't see why you should do it now, I'm not your slave you know."
It was only as I finished speaking that I noticed that the boys were passing around a scotch bottle, it was nearly empty yet I was sure it had been full that morning. They were also whispering together which was always a bad sign as it meant they were up to some mischief or other. Gary, Mike, Frank, John and Len all looked up at me with silly grins on their faces and I knew that they were drunk, I snorted in disgust and was about to turn away from them when Mike spoke.
"That's not a bad idea you know Rita," he said, his words slurring a little, "just what we boys need."
"What is?" I asked in total puzzlement.