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Chapter 7

That night after supper, Walter confronted Marge with the torn clothing she had left at Bessel's place. His goons had brought the clothes to him. In front of her mother and her sister, he showed them to Marge, demanding to know what she had been doing there. Little by little he was able to worm it out of her, including the rape.

"My God!" Florrie gasped. "So that's why you insisted on a hot bath when you came home in those filthy rags you were wearing."

"You thought I wasn't good enough for you and your daughters," Walter bellowed at Florrie. "Yet your oldest one goes and lets herself get screwed by a pig who might have some kind of venereal disease."

"Oh Lord!" Florrie gasped. "Walter, she has to be tested. She has to go to a nearby doctor."

"Come on," Walter told them. "I'll take her to a doctor I know."

The three women went with Walter in his large, roomy car, and he drove to a small, nearby suburb. There, he ushered Marge into the doctor's office, which was in the downstairs part of his house, and he waited while the doctor took a blood sample from the girl.

"I won't have the results back until late tomorrow," the doctor told Walter.

"It's okay," Walter nodded, handing the doctor fifteen dollars for his fee. Then he handed him another fifteen, and said, "Just call the results to me at my office."

Marge was too embarrassed and ashamed to say anything the entire time. Eva was the only one she could speak to, and she would have to wait until they were alone in the bedroom they shared. But Marge would have to wait a bit longer than she figured.

Back at the apartment, Walter turned to Florrie and said, "From now on, if there's fucking to be done, I'm the guy who does it in this family. And tonight there's going to be some nice fucking."

"Walter, take me," Florrie begged. "Please, leave the girls alone."

"No way," Walter snapped. "I've been cheated out of Marge's cherry. You can bet the same thing isn't going to happen with Eva."

"My God! Walter, you can't do this," Florrie screamed. "It's wicked, it's evil."

"Yeah, well, that's me, Florrie. Wicked, evil, and throw in corrupt while you're at it. I'm going to fuck Eva tonight, and what's more, you're going to be in there with me, watching."

"Why are you doing this to my children?" Florrie asked.

"To be honest, they're extensions of you, Florrie. When we were young, I used to think there was no one in the world as sexy as you. God! I'd get hot just looking at you smile. But each one of those kids is as hot a piece as you, Florrie, and each one makes me feel burning up just to look at her. So I'm going to fuck the kids, one at a time, and I'm going to go on fucking you. And I'm going to do it for two years, just like we agreed."

"Walter, leave the girls alone and I'll do anything you want for the rest of my life. I swear it," Florrie told him.

"Maybe later, if you still want to deal, we'll work something out. But I want Eva's cherry, tonight. And what's more, you're going to massage my balls while I'm fucking your daughter. And remember, Florrie, any funny stuff, like trying to hurt me by squeezing my balls, and my goon squad has standing orders to go looking for you. What they did to Bessel was mild compared to what'll happen to you if I get hurt."

"I don't care what happens to me, any more," Florrie sobbed.

"No, but if something does happen to you, then I, as the nearest living relative, will get charge of the girls, anyway."

"Walter, how can you be so cruel?" Florrie asked.

"Why not! You were cruel to me, Cousin."

"Please, Walter, do it to me and leave Eva alone."

"No!" Eva screamed. "No, mommy. I want Cousin Walter to fuck me. I want him to do it, now."

"You've perverted my children, already," Florrie wailed.

"Goddamn you and your prissiness," Walter snapped at her. "We made an agreement. You came here, knowing what I intended doing."

"Yes, but now you're doing it because you're mad at Marge," Florrie snapped at him. "Marge was raped. She didn't give it to the man willingly. And for this you want to rape Eva?"

"It won't be rape," Walter assured her.

"So you say," Florrie sneered. "If you want to rape someone, rape me. You did it before."

The two children gasped, not knowing what had happened between their mother and cousin, previously. Walter looked at them, then snapped at Florrie, "Why stop here? Why not tell the whole world."

"Walter, I hate you," Florrie cried. "How can a man be so cruel as to rape a twelve-year-old girl and make the mother watch? You're a beast. I'll never give you anything with love."

"I suppose you'd rather be fucked by some other man?" he snapped.

"I'd rather have any other man," Florrie told him. "I'd even take on any other two men than let you touch me."

"You just called it down on your own head, Florrie," Walter snapped. "Fine! I'm going to postpone fucking Eva. Do you know why? Because I'm going to wait for the doctor's report on Marge. Then I'm going to fuck the two of them together, with you tied to a chair and watching. But before I do that, I'm calling in two buddies of mine who'll give you one helluva going over."

"No," Marge screamed. "Cousin Walter, you can't do that, not to mother."

"Why the hell not?" Walter bellowed at her. "She's been figuratively trying to fuck me one way or another all our lives."

"Look," Marge told him. "I'm only a fourteen-year-old kid, but I'll do anything you want, ever and always. Don't hurt mom, please."

"Go to hell, all of you," Walter snapped.