Within the Family Ch. 03

All characters are over eighteen.

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Chapter Three

It seemed to be forever that Angela and Rebeca were waiting. Rebeca held pressure on Dean’s wound while Angels sat between his leg, keeping them elevated. His colour had returned to his face, and he was coming around. He looked up from the floor into his sister’s breasts as she held the blood-soaked cloth to his stomach.

He looked between his legs, and his mother’s tits stared back at him. He had decided that this was the other side, He thought, even reaching out and cupping one of Rebeca’s perfect orbs. The two ladies watched as his shaky hand tentatively squeezed on Rebeca’s flesh. They knew he wasn’t right, only happy he was recovering. They watched as his cock first twitched hen rose from its resting place next to Rebeca’s fingertips. Astounded when it pulsed, then lifted from his body.

Rebeca noticed Angela lick her top lip before looking away. She didn’t blame her mother. It was a beautiful cock; any girl would love to lose her virginity to that monster. She, too, looked away sharply when there was a banging on the door.

“Police. Are you alright in there?” A policeman yelled.

“We need an ambulance and something to cover ourselves with.” Angels yelled back as she peeked at her daughter’s stiff nipples.

“Clothes?” The officer yelled.

“Pull the covers off the bed,” Angela said, then realised what would be among the sheets.

“OK, We are ready. The ambulance is a few seconds away.” The officer yelled, and Angela saw him on the monitor holding a sheet in front of himself.

Angela moved slowly from between Dean’s legs watching for any sign his colour would face. She spun the big wheel, and they heard the shafts grinding back into the door. She pushed, and the door only opened a crack.

“Stand back. There is quite a bit of damage this side.” The officer said. as she saw two sets of hands slip into the gap and begin heaving the heavy door open.

As it swung back, she turned away to hide her naked form, and a third patrolman came through with the blanket in front of his body. He draped it over his shoulder, and angels moved to cover Rebeca with her body. Her breasts pressed into Rebeca’s back, so they were covered with the blanket, and Rebeca could keep the pressure on the cloth.

“He had a bad bleed under here. I’m frightened to let go. He is a bit delusional, waking up in a small room with his naked mom and sister.”

“We might leave you where you are until the Paramedics take over. Get her another blanket.” He yelled over his shoulder.

The blanket was brought in by another young officer who got a pretty good view of Rebeca’s breasts as they hung free under her body. Angela wrapped the blanket around Rebeca, who appreciated her mother covering her. The officer in charge led Angela from the bedroom, and she got her first look at the carnage outside the panic room.

“Oh, Christ. They wanted to get us,” she said, seeing the wood pile from where they had stripped off the bookcase.

There was only the metal string that used to be attached to the copy of a book that shall not be named. There were bullet marks on the shiny outside of the metal door, but none even came close to punching through.

The officer tried to lead her out of the bedroom, but Angela headed to her bed, not wanting to be far from the children. She first noticed the black dildo lying next to the bed, and as she moved closer, she kicked it under. She sheepishly sat on the side, and the officer pulled over a chair.

“Have you arrested them?”

“We are still investigating. They had a car on the other side of the trees.”

“Dawson’s road?”

“Yes. It goes in a different direction. By the time we set up a roadblock, they were gone. Can you tell me what happened from your point of view?”

“The alarm went off, and seconds later, Rebeca and Dean came through my door. They must have been in bed. I turned on the monitor and saw dark figures coming up the stairs. We only had seconds to react and pulled on the book that opened the panic room door. Dean pushed us in and slammed the door on one of their hands, but he got a shot or too away. We pulled together and got the door closed, and locked it. That’s when we saw the blood. So much blood.”

“What book?”

“Why?” Angela asked.

“Sorry for my own interest.”

“Chamber of secrets.”

“Of course. Where were you when the alarm went off?”

“In my bed. My husband had left maybe fifteen minutes before, and I was contemplating a shower.” She lied.

“Ang the children?”

“I didn’t see,” she said truthfully.

“We can go through all the details later when everyone is safe and sound.”

“My husband?”

Allan watched the chopper drop a litter down to the crash site. It moved back and hovered over him briefly before waving for him to stay put. He gave them the thumbs up; he was not going anywhere as his leg had gone numb. He watched from his perch as Hal was lifted into the chopper, and then the second rescue guy was hoisted into the aircraft. They took off towards the city where Hal could get the care he needed.

“You alright up there.” Alan heard from somewhere below.

“I’m fucking stuck up here.”

“We are coming up, don’t move.” The police rescue officer yelled.

“Not going anywhere,” Allan yelled down.

An hour later, the police rescue was back hovering above the small group. He was tied chest to chest with one of the officers, and they were lifted into the relative safety of the aircraft. The trip to the hospital was swift, and before he knew it, he was looking at the water stained roof tiles of an ER ward.

“In your own words, what do you remember?” The officer asked; he still had some of Dean’s blood on his sleeve.

“How are my family?” He threw back; years of negotiating had hardened him to direct questions.

“I need to get some answers while your memory is fresh.”

“And I need to know how my family are.” He answered flatly.

“They are fine. Your wife and daughter are in the waiting room, and Dean is in surgery. He caught a bullet fragment that nicked an artery.”

“And Hal?’

“e he is still in surgery and will be for some time. They are trying to save the leg, from what I understand.” The officer said, and Allan gasped “Fuck.”

“Who was after me and why?” He asked, his anger flaring.”

“We don’t know who or why. That’s why I’m asking questions.”

“My Helicopter was serviced yesterday. Then it fell from the sky today. Bit of a coincidence, don’t you think.”

“Where was it serviced?”

“The airport will have those details. Hal is a hell of a pilot. He checks everything over before take-off. He didn’t find anything odd but might know how it could be done.”

“Might be some time before we get to speak to him. You saw the intruders on your phone?”

“Yes, I was trying to get a message out about the accident, and I was going to use the displays in the entry when I noticed the masked figures crossing the driveway. The alarm was off as Rebeca was making coffee and heading back to her room. I turned the security back on remotely, and they triggered it when they hacked the front door.”

“Where was your son?”

“Still in bed. I saw him duck out his door and push Rebeca into our room, where the panic room is. Only his quick thinking saved them both.”

“Yes. A brave boy that, son of yours.” the officer said, and Allen was filled with pride, even though he knew Dean had been doing something less wholesome when the alarm went off.

As the officer left, Angela and Rebeca flung themselves at Allan. He hugged them both to his chest, so happy to feel them close. He struggled to keep the tears at bay as Rebeca kissed his cheek, and Angela took the opportunity to smack one right on his lips. He felt the passion and pleading of the contract and promised to make it up to her.

“We almost lost…..” Angela started, but her lip quivered, and she couldn’t get it out.

“Dean did so well. It’s OK now. We will work everything out.” Allan said, stroking her long hair.

“I don’t feel safe out at the house,” Angela said.

“Book a hotel room or get Jane to book one.” And Angela looked sadly at him.

“Jane has worked for me forever. She couldn’t be behind this.”

“I know. Jane would never put you in danger. She loves you too much.” Angela answered, and Rebeca looked at her father.

“I have never…”

“I know, honey. I know. But she is my competition, and asking for her help is hard.”

“She works for me, and that’s all.” Allan tried to explain.

Angela had seen the looks the model beautiful Jane had given her husband over the years. She couldn’t blame her Allan was strong, ruggedly handsome, and powerful.

“I have ten years on her, and I’ve had two kids.”

“You still turn heads, Angela. Even your own son’s.” Allan noted.

“Everyone except my husband.”

“I still think you are incredible. I am not looking at other women.”

Dean was out of surgery, and when he was in recovery, the girls were allowed to visit. He was totally out of his mind Telling the giggling nurses how beautiful his mother and sister were. He was trying to drag Rebeca into his bed and allowed him to hug her more freely than they had in some years before this morning.

When the drugs began to wear off, he only slept most of the time. Allan had Angels enquiring about Hal. His surgery went on for half the night. The following day the news filtered through that they had saved the leg, but he was in for months of rehab.

“Hal. How are you feeling?” Allan asked, manoeuvring his crotches through the hospital room obstacles.

“Like I crashed my helicopter.” He answered with a wince.

“Yes, it’s fucked. But don’t worry; we will get a shiny new one for you to play with.” Allan said, looking over the bandaged leg and patches on Hal’s face.

“It’s going to be months, boss.”