"Okay, maybe your little girlfriend here will tell me," he growled, shoving the barrel between the girl's thighs. "How 'bout it, Debby? You know where the keys are, sweetheart?"
Kevin reacted violently, trying to grab the gun from Bobby's hand, but Bobby had been expecting something like that. He moved swiftly, hitting the kid sharply across the side of the face.
"Don't ever do that again, shithead!" he snarled, replacing the barrel of the gun back between the girl's thighs. "Or I'll give your little girlfriend here a blow job she'll never forget!" The boy nursed his swollen, bloodied cheek and glared venomously at his attacker.
"She's not my girlfriend, creep, she's my sister!" snarled Kevin. "And so help me, if you do anything to hurt her I'll kill you!"
"Sister, huh?" said Bobby, staring at the pretty young girl. Debby was hardly older than Mandy, but with much bigger tits. He jabbed the gun-barrel suggestively against the girl's cuntmound, causing her to flinch as the cold muzzle pressed into her hot flesh. "Mmmmmm, don't worry, sweetcheeks!" said Bobby lifting her skirt up and taking a good long look. "Hurting a gorgeous little babe like you is the last thing on my mind right now… believe me!" He glanced across at Mandy and was pleased to see a sexy smile on her pretty young face, his mother on the other hand was not so pleased.
"Christ, Bobby…! Be careful with that damned thing!"
"Chill out, Mom!" he hissed. "If we don't find the fuckin' keys and get the fuck out of here soon, you're gonna be back inside before I can kiss your hot little pussy goodbye!"
Mandy had guessed from the start that Bobby and Cathy were a little more friendly than mother and son ought to be, but Kevin and Debby were absolutely flabbergasted to hear such blatant revelations.
"You mean y… you have sex with your own mother?" gasped Kevin. His eyes were between his sister's parted thighs, where Bobby's gun was still pressed firmly against the girl's panty-covered cuntbulge.
"Why don't you shut-up and tell me where the fuckin' keys are, before I give your baby sister a new cunthole, hero!"
"M… Mom and Dad have 'em!" said Kevin nervously, staring at his little sister's exposed crotch. "They're at the bank."
"Y… yeah! Th… that's right," stammered Debby, trying to pull her dress down. "Umm… they… um… said they wouldn't be long, because we've gotta be up at the cabin before nightfall!"
"What cabin?" demanded Bobby wiggling the end of the barrel into Debby's moist crotch.
"Our… our… m… mountain cabin!" she gasped. "We go there every summer."
"Perfect!" said Bobby, "… a little hideaway in the hills. That'll give us all a little more time to get acquainted, won't it!"
He looked over at his mother and Mandy. "Mom, keep an eye out for anyone coming out of the bank… Mandy, you rip up that sheet and use it to gag our little friends here. Tie their hands and legs too, honey!"
"You won't get away with this…" protested Kevin, "… my dad…"
"Your dad will do exactly like we tell him, smart-ass…" snarled Bobby, pushing the boy roughly into the back of the van next to his sister, "… if he knows what's good for him."
Two minutes later, Cathy saw a man and a woman emerge from the bank and look in the direction of the van.
"This looks like them, Bobby!" she said, twisting towards her son. Bobby pointed the gun at the bound and gagged pair, scowling darkly.
"Not a fuckin' sound, okay?" he threatened.
Debby nodded energetically, her big brown eyes wide with fear. Her brother on the other hand simply glared at their young captor with a look of pure, frustrated hatred.
Bobby ignored the boy and crouched down behind the driver's seat.
"Everybody down!" he breathed, "… right down!"
Mandy and Cathy huddled low beside him as Bobby peeked out of the window. He saw the couple cross the street and head straight for them. The woman was a curvaceous redhead, about thirty-four or thirty-five, with long slender legs and a cute, firm little ass that immediately reminded him of his sexy mother. She was wearing a tight pink blouse and even tighter matching shorts. So tight and short in fact, as to be almost indecent. And as Bobby watched the woman walk towards them, he couldn't help but stare lustfully at her stacked body.
She had the figure and sexy good-looks most guys his age only ever saw in the centrefold of a magazine, tall, a little skinny, perhaps, but on her, it looked good… real good! Her ass was round and prominent, and wiggled sexily as she walked… so did her boobs. She had to be a 38-C, and her tits looked as firm and as ripe as two big peaches. Bobby could see now where Debby got her figure from, the sexy little fourteen-year-old was a smaller version of her beautiful mother.
His gaze switched to the man walking beside her. He was dark-haired, and handsome, in his late thirties, and very well-built for his age. Bobby looked at the man's rippling muscles and winced, hoping that he would never have to face the man without his gun. He gripped the butt, firmly in his sweaty palm for reassurance. As the couple approached the van, Bobby ducked out of sight, his gun ready. The driver's door opened first, and the man got in, turning as he did so toward the back.
"Sorry we were so long, kids," he started to say. "But they…"
"Shut-up and nobody'll get hurt, okay!" growled Bobby, cutting him off in mid-sentence. He thrust the gun viciously into the side of the man's neck. At the same time, the sexy redhead opened the passenger door and slid in beside her husband, still blissfully unaware that anything was wrong.
The big man tensed immediately, gasping as he felt Bobby's cold barrel press against his skin. He tried to look around, but Bobby grabbed the man's neck viciously with his other hand.
"Move and I'll blow your fuckin' brains out, Pops!" he snarled. The woman opened her mouth to scream, but Bobby silenced her with a withering look.
"Now, both of you listen to me!" growled Bobby, waving the gun around for added effect. "Your kids are safe. They're tied up here in back. But, so help me, if either one of you screams or tries anything smart, I'll fuckin' shoot first and ask questions later… is that clear?"
"Yes, perfectly!" said the man with surprising calm. Bobby looked at the pretty redhead and grinned.
"That goes for you too, gorgeous!" he winked. The woman looked at him with fear, just like her daughter had done, but she remained silent.
"If you want money, I can give you all we have," said the man, reaching for his wallet.
"Don't bother, Pops!" sniggered Bobby, "… right now we just want out of here as quickly as possible, okay?"
"Alright, we'll take you anywhere you want, just don't hurt anybody!"
"You sure will, shithead!" Bobby grinned evily. "Now, put the keys into the ignition, and start the engine… act natural and don't try anything funny, okay!"
"Okay, just keep calm."
"Shut-up, Pops! Just start the fuckin' engine an pull out from the curb, nice and easy. You know, like we're all going on a nice little family drive, okay?"
Dick Ellis knew exactly what to do. He had served three years as Sheriff in a small mid-west town, until a pompous group of local officials decided that he no longer served their purpose. But, in that short time Dick had learned a lot, and he recognized immediately that the kid with the gun was dangerous, and he was going to do everything the boy demanded, just to keep his family safe. He glanced at his beautiful wife, Lisa, wishing he could hold her close and comfort her. She was scared, he knew… scared for herself, scared for the kids… and scared for him. He could see it in her eyes, but like the brave woman he knew she was, she said nothing, as always trusting him implicitly. Dick started the engine and pulled away from the curb as instructed, being careful not to draw attention to himself. These people were desperate, and he wasn't going to take any chances with his family's safety.