To her surprise, his cock pulled out of her asshole. Then she heard a dull thump. For a moment she stayed as she was, sure that it was some sort of trick. Then shw heard a eeak voice call: 'Help me, baby.'
She turned around and looked at her father, who was on his back on the floor, his face ashy and his hands clutching his chest.
'Heart…' he gasped. 'I…I'm having… a heart… attack. Help me.'
'Why?' she asked coldly. She crawled off the bed and went to the corner, where she picked up her clothes and started to dress again.
'I'm your father,' he groaned, trying to lift his head to see what she was doing.
'You're the man that just beat me and raped me,'she replied.
She walked over to the chair where he'd dropped his jacked and picked up the will he'd shown her, then stuck it in her skirt, under the tanktip. God, she thought, he looks like he's going to die. And I hope he does.
'Don't le… leave me,' he pleaded.
She stood over him, watching his face lose color.
He was making pawing motions at her, as if urging her to go for help. Gradually, the waving hand dropped to the floor and the heaving of his chest subsided.
Lyn waited a couple more minutes before easing the door open and slipping out of the room.
'Where've you been?' Frank asked as Lyn entered the apartment.
'Oh, Frank, it ws terrible!' she cried, running to him and throwing her arms around him as shw broke into tears.
'Hey, honey, what's the matter?' he asked, cradling her against his chest and stroking her hair. 'What happened?'
'Daddy. He… he dragged me into his motel and wh.. whipped me… and.. and… then he raped me and.. he fucked me in the ass, Frank!' she wailed.
'I'll kill him, ' frank swore angrily. He led her to a chair and seated her. 'Where is this motel? I'll go voer there and whip him, let him see what it's like.'
'I… I think he's dead,' Lyn sobbed.
'What? Lyn, what did you do?'
'Nothing!' she cried, then subsided into a fit of hiccupping. When she had finally regained her composure, she recounted the entire story to him, ending with: 'And then I came over here and used the phone at the end of the streeto to call the police and tell them where to find him.
'Would you go over there and see if he's really dead? I'm scared somebody might have seen me leaving and would recognize me.'
'Sure, honey, I'll go,' Frank assured her. 'Will you be okay?'
She nodded. 'I… I'm okay now. I just want to get into a hot tub and see if I can soak the aches out. Where he hurt me.'
She was still in to tub when Frank returened. Even before he siad anythign, she read the expressingon his face and knew that her father was dead.
'The policeman I tallked to said they got an anonymous tip but that he was dead when they got there. They're not going to look for whoever it was that called, ' he added. 'They were taking him away as I got there.'
Lyn smiled, hoping that he wouldn't think her unfeeling. But whatever feelings she might have had for her father had disappeared when he'd started hurting her, and the fact that he had raped her and made sure that any good feelings she might have had for him wouldn't return.
'What're you goign to do now? he asked her as she stepped form the tub. He took a large towel and wrapped it around her, then began stroking her lightly as he dried the water form her dody.
'I guess I have to go back to Pennsylvania and prove that I'm his heir,' she said. 'And see if I can't get Joyce out of the house.'
'How can you do that?'
She shook her head. 'I have his will and I inherit all of what he had. But I don't know what a court will do about Joyce. I mean, shw was marred to him. They might say I have to live with her until I'm old enough.'
'Maybe I can help you do something about that. I mean, I am your uncle. That might make them appoint me as your gu arrdian. And we might be able to do something about your stepmother and her brother, too.'
How?' Lyn squealed. 'Oh, it'd be so great if we could!'
'She won't move out of the house after she finds out your father is dead?'
'No way,' she said. 'Why should she? She doesn't knoew where I am, she has no way of knowing that I know he's dead. She'll think that she owns the house now. We'd have to get a court order to get her out of the house after we got the will in court to prove that I ownit.'
'Maybe we can do better than that,' Frank suggested. 'Do you think her brother will be there?'
'He hung around all the time,' Lyn admitted. 'He's probably fucking her now. And I'll bet as soon as they find out my father is dead, he moves tight in with her, starts sleeping in his bed.'
'not finished,' Lyn replied.
'but there is space above the bedroom?' he asked. 'Space that we could get into and move around?'
'Yes,' she admitted. 'Why?'
'Well…' he explained. By the time he ws finished, Lyn was clappin her hands, unconcerned that her enthusiastic gestures had loosened the towel to the point that it fell to her feet as she stood up.
'Oh, I hope it works!' she squealed, throwing her arms around him.
'I'll need a couple of days before we can leave,' he explained.
'That'll give then time to feel safe. They'll think I'm not going to come back, and people won't be coming by to offer condolences.'
'Okay, Friday we'll leave here.:'
'Good,' Lyn replied. 'Knowing Joyce, she won't let being a new widow stop her from going out on Saturday night. We can get into the attic thatne and be set up.'
'If they don't leave the light on, we might have to wait for a while,' Frank reminded her.
'I'll be we don't have to wait long. If they don't leave the light on Saturday night, I'll bet they fuck on Sunday morning.'
Frank gave her a funny llok.
'What's wrong?' she asked.
'How do you feel about fucking?' he asked.
'I… I don't knoew,' she confessed. 'When he was raping me, I was sure I'd never want a man to touch me again. Now that I'm safe and I know he can't hurt me any more, I don't knoew.'
'Do you…'
'…want to find out?' she finished for him.
'I… I guess I ought to. To be fair to you.'
'No, to be fair to yourself,' he answered.
She smiled at him in thanks. 'Is it too early to go to bed?' she asked.
'Not at all,' he answered, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to the other room.
Lyn wanted to be able to enjoy it. In the week she had been with Frank, she had learned to love the feel of his cock probing deep into her cunt. He had taught her to enjoy fuckingm no matter what position she was in. Indeed, she had even enjoyed it when he had doubled her legs over her and fucked her that way. It had been nothing like it had been when Willie had fucked her that way.
Still, although she wanted to enjoy sex with Frank, Lyn went taut when his hands first touched her body. He sensed the fear in her and kept his hands still, holding her against him. Gradually, she relaxed and let him kiss her. But when he moved his had, she wen stiff again.
He pulled away from her and satup, then smiled. 'I have an idea,' he told the anxious fifteen-year-old, who was fighting back tears of disappointment. 'Be right back.'
When he returned, he had undressed and he was carrying something. Lyn looked at the device and then smiled. It was an electric massager, the type that fitted to the had.
'Got this four, no, five years ago, when I had a badly pulled muscle,' Frank said as he pluged the massager in and sat on the edge of the bed.'Guarantee it'll take all the stiffness out of you.'
