And Debts Well Paid

“So this is where you’ve got to…” An amused voice announced, walking in on the scene at hand. Apparently Nancy had got bored enough of waiting to get over her hangups about entering the flat. The bat was still with her, but currently being bounced along in a less about-to-be-used sort of way. She pushed it forward to lean on, two-handed, as she calmly inspected the mess that had been made of your step-sister in the centre of the room.

“I see you’ve found another keen pair of little helpers here, Dad.”

Skeg pulled himself free of Jenny, his deflating cock still glistening a little with a mix of his semen and her juices. You were horrified all over again to realise he’d cum in your step-sibling without any signs of a condom, as he wiped himself clean on her inner thigh. The old man didn’t seem to have any problem having his penis hanging free in front of his own daughter, making no move to go find wherever his pants had ended up.

“Don’t get like that Nance… this’s charity. They didn’t have nowhere else ta go, or no money to live on. I’m just helpin ‘em get set up, is all.”

“Uh-huh.” Said the twenty-something, expressing exactly as much faith in that statement of generosity as might be expected. “And I suppose, since you’ve just taken in these extra mouths to feed out the kindness of your heart- I should give you an extra break on those two-hundred bucks you owe me?”

The young woman spoke with the dry cynicism of someone who’d heard every excuse in the book by now, this being not the lamest attempt he might have given before by far.

Skeg glanced at the bat for the first time. Choosing magnanimously not to bring it into conversation. “No, no… not at all… I can give that to you right now, actually. Can’t I boys?”

This last part was directed at Rod and Dave. Who, with only minor grumbles of assent, then began searching for their wallets in unzipped jeans. You, however, realising you had a moment spare and no-one was going to get immediately bashed over the head… let go of their penises at last and ran to grab some tissues from the bathroom. Returning to see the two men handing $100 a piece to the surprised-looking Nancy. Meanwhile you scooted in next to your step-sister’s head and began helping her clear off a little of the gunk obscuring her vision, letting her sit up a little and open her eyes.

“So why are these two idiots covering for your debts? Even they’re not stupid enough to lend you something for nothing anymore.” The presumable Miss Skellins counted the money carefully, before stuffing it straight in her bra. The ample amount of flesh there presumably offering her most secure of placements where compared to the ridiculous tightness of her pants.

“None of your business-” Skeg was halfway through saying, before Rod cut in with an uncharacteristic burst of vocabulary: “Services rendered and investment in future opportunities.” He chuckled in a cigarette-stained croak, looking down on you and your step-sister with a toothy smirk.

“Ah…” Replied the woman, joining in on the smirk. “That makes more sense…” She didn’t seem particularly fussed by the idea of her father offering access to his new tenants to pay off his debts though. Once again you were struck with the idea that there were a wholly different set of rules for what was acceptable around here, compared to the part of society you’d come from. People did what they wanted, behind closed doors… as long as it didn’t put me out of pocket.

“Well they are cute… I’ll give you that.” Nancy sighed, perusing the cum-cleaning pair of you as if her father had just got a new pair of gerbils. “Maybe I’ll start popping around again, now and then… just to check up on them.”

Skeg’s face seemed to break out in the widest and most genuine smile you’d yet seen. As if some flicker of actual hope had finally pierced his crusty, twisted heart. “Anytime! You know my door is always open to my baby girl. Me an’ the boys are seriously looking out for ‘em, best we can. Keeping ‘em safe as could be, ain’t we lads?”

Both the other men nodded eagerly, putting a stitch of confusion in your heart. You wanted not to believe them. To think they were really all three monsters, just taking advantage of you and your step-sister’s predicament. But it wasn’t so simple as that… nothing was simple.

Nancy offered another ‘hmmm’, showing a similar pattern of measured distrust. She turned to head for the door though, letting her father escort her out… once he’d hopped his trousers back on. You could hear him chattering excitedly with her, all the way down the stairs. As if he hadn’t had a chance to talk openly to his own child in a long, long time.