The Siren's Song, Part 5

The Siren's Song
by uciboy

PART V

The task required of me was simple, really.  I only had to convince Naomi to
attend their cheerleading practice one evening that week.  But what seemed
simple actually turned out to be more difficult than I imagined when I
discovered that Naomi had NEVER been to one of their cheerleading practices
before, and had no desire of supporting them in any of the activities they
did.

"Why would I want to see them at practice?" she snapped when I approached her
with the request one evening on the couch.  "It's bad enough seeing them at
home!"

"Babe," I replied soothingly, "don't be like that.  They're trying to hold out
an olive branch."

"Hmph," she said as she pulled a VS 120 out of the pack, "you have no idea
what they're capable of."  She lit it quickly, a sign that she was irritated
by their request.  "Besides," she asked after a quick snap, "why do you care
so much?"

The tone of her question worried me.  Was she suspicious about my attraction
towards her daughters?  I had to find some way to dispel these suspicions.
"Naomi," I said with a smile as I snuggled up towards her, "you know I like
older women."  She smiled.  Then I whispered into her ear, "Especially older
women who smoke."  She let out a giggle as she placed the cigarette into her
mouth and seductively puffed on it.

"Okay," she said in a smoky exhale, "I'll do it - but because YOU'RE asking
me, not them."

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Watching 30 girls in short skirts and tight sweaters practicing their moves
that night was nearly enough to convince me to volunteer as an assistant coach
for the cheerleading squad at my own high school.  Most of the evening I
fantasized about how each of those girls would look holding a cigarette.  As
for Naomi, she was bored - and irritated that she couldn't smoke in the
bleachers even though we were outside in the football stadium.

Alicia and Dana were actually quite good, full of excitement as they practiced
their cheers and shook their pom-poms.  It was also obvious that they were
quite popular, especially with the football players on the field who paid a
lot of attention to them in between their practice throws.

"When will this be over?" Naomi mumbled under her breath when her watch said 9
pm.  I put my arm around her as we snuggled together on the stands.

When the teacher dismissed the students, I saw Alicia and Dana nod to each
other and run off the football field towards the dark baseball greens behind
the gym.  Alicia had told me to pick them up there when it was time to leave.

"Where are they going now?" Naomi said with irritation both at the girls and
the fact that she had gone two hours without a cigarette.

"Don't worry, I'll go get them.  You go on back to the car.  I know you're
dying for a smoke."

Naomi smiled and pulled out her pack of Virginia Slims.  "You know me too
well."  I saw her lighting one up as she headed out to the parking lot.

As for me, I had to find out what was so important that the twins had to meet
me behind the gym.  Of course, my fantasies were spinning into overtime, but
there would be little opportunity to do anything naughty while Naomi was
waiting in the car.

As I walked out of the stands and headed over towards the gym, I saw one of
the girls in the distance looking incredibly sexy as she stood at the corner
of the building holding a cigarette down by her thigh.  I enjoyed the walk
towards her as she would bring the cigarette up to her lips and make the tip
glow a bright orange - then exhaling a full cloud into the cool night air.
That has to be Alicia, I said to myself.  She always holds her inhales in much
longer than Dana.  But where was Dana, I wondered.  And why did Alicia keep
looking around the corner of the building every few moments?

"Hey, Alicia," I said as I reached the corner of the gym.

"Hey, Steve," she said in that seductively innocent tone that she would use on
me.  She looked so incredibly hot standing there in that tight white sweater,
short red skirt, and now holding a long freshly lit cigarette.  By the time I
had reached her by the gym, my dick was as firm as a cucumber.

"Where's Dana?  You're Mom's waiting in the car."

Alicia took another look around the corner.  "She's a bit preoccupied right
now."

Confused by what she meant, I took a few steps and looked around the corner.
A few yards away I saw Dana straddling one of the big football players on the
grass, moving her hips back and forth against his crotch as both of them
exhaled long cones of smoke into the air.

"What the fuck...?" I said as I started to move towards them, but Alicia
grabbed my arm and pulled me up against the gym where no one but Dana could
see us.

"Don't, Steve....they're not having sex."

"What do you mean they're not having sex?  What is this I'm seeing?"

Alicia put her arm around my neck and began to caress it.  "She's smart enough
to know not to close the deal until the job is done."  I had no idea what she
was talking about, even when she said to Dana, "Sis, it's time."  I watched
Dana move close to the football player and whisper something into his ear.
They then got up off the grass and he ran off in the other direction along the
back of the gym holding something in his hand.

"What are you girls up to?" I asked nervously as Dana lit a fresh cigarette
and began to walk towards me.

"Steve, you know that we don't want anyone else but you," Alicia said to me as
she began to kiss my neck.  "Every night we wait for you to come to us when
we're in bed, but you never do."

"Don't you like us?" Dana asked as she came alongside me and slowly exhaled
smoke into my face.

"You know I do, girls," I mumbled, trying to control my passion, "but this is
wrong."

"How can love ever be wrong?" Alicia whispered and embraced me in a passionate
smoky kiss.  

My willpower collapsed as I surrendered to their hypnotic song.  I unzipped my
pants and managed to pull down Alicia's panties from under her short skirt.
Her light frame was easy to carry as she wrapped her legs around my waist and
I inserted my dick into her tight pussy.  Lightening bolts shot through me as
I lifted her up and down, feeling her soft fleshy cunt against my hard cock.
Dana stood next to us, blowing clouds of smoke into our faces, while Alicia
kept putting her cigarette in my mouth.  "Breathe in," she said, and the smoke
would billow into my lungs and I would exhale forcefully into hers.  It was
incredible.  My fantasy was being fulfilled.  These two little sluts had
finally ensnared me, and I would be their willing slave as soon as...as soon
as I...shot...my...ahhhhhhhh!

I gave a loud groan as my dick released its cream forcefully between her
thighs.  I kept pumping and pumping until I suddenly felt so weak that I could
barely hold on to Alicia.  We kissed passionately as I let her down softly.
"That was so good, Steve," Alicia said breathlessly.  "Now I know why Mom
keeps you around."

Oh my God, I suddenly remembered, Naomi was waiting for us in the car.  Shame
once again filled me.  There was no way that I could get out of this
situation.  Naomi would smell the smoke on her daughters when we got into the
car, and she would smell Alicia's perfume on me.  As the three of us walked
out towards the now empty parking lot, I dreaded my encounter with her.

But as we moved closer to the car, it was strangely silent.  Perhaps she was
really pissed, I thought, because her eyes were wide open.  I tried to pretend
that nothing had happened as I walked up to the open window of the passenger
side where she was seated.  

"Babe, I found them," I said with as much cheer as I could muster in my voice,
but she made no movement.  "Don't be mad, babe," I added as I opened the door,
but her body suddenly crumpled.  If I hadn't caught her in my arms, she would
have hit the pavement.

"Naomi!" I yelled frantically.  "Oh my God!"  The back of her head was wet
with blood and felt like a chunk was missing.  "Alicia, call 911!"

It was at this time that I noticed that the girls had been standing there
calmly.  In fact, Dana pulled out her pack of Virginia Slims and casually lit
a cigarette.

"What's wrong with you girls?!" I shouted with tears in my eyes.  "Don't you
see your mother needs help?!"

"She doesn't look to good," Alicia said with mock concern as she now lit her
own cigarette.

I was angry now.  How could they just stand there smoking?  How could they
care so little about their own mother who was now dead in my arms?  Unless....
I looked into the car from where I was kneeling and saw the weapon that had
been used against Naomi:  my rubber handled wrench, now covered with blood,
lay in the driver's seat.

"You two did this," I said in shock to them.  "You killed your own mother."

"Now Steve," Dana replied, "how could we have done that?  That's not OUR
wrench in the car."

It made sense to me now:  Alicia said Dana wouldn't "close the deal" until the
job was done.  "You stole my wrench and gave it to the football player," I
said standing up now.  "And you've already closed the deal with me now,
haven't you, since I was the one who got Naomi to come here tonight?"

Alicia smiled at Dana.  "Wow, he's a real Sherlock Holmes, isn't he sis?"

"The police will know!" I shouted back.

Alicia walked slowly towards me, dangling her cigarette from her fingers.
"Should the police also know that you raped me tonight?"

Gripped with fear, I could barely reply, "You know that's not true."

"The sperm inside me will say otherwise when I'm tested with a rape kit."  She
looked straight into my eyes as she pulled hard on her Virginia Slim and
tilted her head upwards as she exhaled a full stream above me.  "The police
don't have to know anything more than we tell them, Steve, if you just do as
your told."

"But...it's my wrench.  They'll trace it back to me."

"They don't have to know that," Dana said as she moved towards her Mom.  "We
wiped all your prints off before giving it to our friend.  They can't trace it
to you - unless, of course, we want them to."

I slumped to the ground and looked at my bloody hands.  There was no turning
my ship back as it moved towards the rocks.

"So," Alicia asked, "are we ready to call the police?"  I nodded my head in
shame as I looked down at Naomi's body.  "Sis," Alicia said to Dana as she
handed her the cell phone, "you're on."

On cue, tears immediately formed in Dana's eyes.  "Hello," she cried into the
phone, "something terrible has happened."

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The investigation of Naomi's murder went more smoothly than I had expected.
Apparently there had been a rash of gang related deaths in the area, and the
police believed that Naomi was in the wrong place at the wrong time.  There
were no leads as to who the killer was, and within a few months the case was
shelved.

In the meantime, the twins were expecting to come into a considerable amount
of money as Naomi's estate went through probate.  Amazingly they had convinced
a judge to appoint me as their guardian until reaching the age of 18 when they
could collect on their father's endowment.  I had little choice in the matter
- as the girls constantly reminded me.  My duties to them are simple and they
treat me well as long as I provide them with their meals and cartons of
Virginia Slims.  

But in truth, I have lost all respect for myself as these girls have sucked
the life out of me.  I know that in a year so after they turn 18, I will be
disposed of like an old toy that they no longer enjoy playing with.  If only I
had filled my ears with wax like the mythological sailors of old when I first
met these twins, I might have sailed past them safely.  

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