Echoes in the Woods by Georgina Scott (ebook reader 8 inch .TXT) 📗

and here he sat strapped, waiting for the door to open, waiting for his mum, but she didn’t come. He didn’t even look at Jake or say anything to him, just turned and walked away closing the door behind him. Jake didn’t give his father the satisfaction of pleading and begging like he had done in the past; there was no point, as it always fell on deaf ears.

The room was big enough to accommodate four people comfortably; it was cold, dark, dirty and dank. The mould odour was enough to make you sick; there was no light, natural or otherwise. It was a place where wooden crates and other materials were stored. The only person that would come down to the basement was his father; his mum always said the basement gave her the creeps and went down there as little as possible, and even then, would take one of the boys with her.

The basement scared Jake to death; he swore blind there was something else in that room with him. He would have nightmares and bed-wetting for weeks afterwards, waking up in the middle of the night in sheer terror after feeling a coldness of breath against his neck, unable to move, paralyzed to the bed.

John walked up the stairs and closed the basement door mumbling and cursing the boy under his breath. He walked to the kitchen and took two swigs of Jack Daniels. He looked out of the window and saw Faith still lying unconscious on the ground. He exhaled a deep breath and walked out of the house over to Faith and carried her back into the house and up to the bedroom.

After tending to her face, he sat on the edge of the bed bent over, with his head in his hands. Faith started to stir; she placed her hand onto his back and started to cry, “Where is he, where is Jake?”

“In the basement,” said John, in a slumbering voice.

“You can’t keep doing this John. You’re hurting him, this is getting out of control, and you’re not like this with the other boys.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help myself. I have tried to love, accept him, but I can’t. I just can’t. Every time I see or look at him, all I see is Robin. He has to go; I want him out of the house. I have said it before and now I am saying it for the last time.”

“Let me speak to my parents first.”

“You do that; either they take him or he goes into a care home. Either way, he has to go.”

“Please, let me bring him up from the basement? I can’t bear him being down there all on his own, in that horrible place,” said Faith in a quiet, whispering voice.

He nodded and looked into her eyes, “I’m sorry.” Tears ran down his face; she pulled him to her and they kissed. Their tongues entwined. She pulled him on top of her, running her fingers through his hair. He kissed her sore face. “You are so beautiful; I am so sorry, I love you so much!”

He spread her legs, running his fingers up her inner thigh, her knicker gusset was moist. He applied pressure to her clitoris whilst entering her with his fingers. Her soft groans stiffened his cock. He removed his white t-shirt and dark blue jeans. He cupped the back of her legs and pulled her to him. Ripping her cotton knickers off, exposing her soft flesh, moist with anticipation, he separated her outer lips with his fingers; he kissed and licked her vulva, drinking in her scent. She tasted of peaches, nibbling and sucking her clitoris, her groaning deepened, asking for more as her fingers ran through his dark blonde hair. “Come up to me, baby!” said Faith.

Removing her clothing, he made his way up her body, kissing and touching as he went, exposing her hard erect nipples. Seeing them made him smile as he said to himself, “Nipples like scammell wheel nuts,” massaging her pert breasts with his hands whilst licking, flicking and sucking her nipples. His cock was so hard now, it throbbed and ached for her juicy wet pussy.

Their mouths touched hungrily as he slipped his hard throbbing cock into her very wet tight pussy. They groaned in unison as he pumped. Her hands slid down his back and cupped his buttocks, squeezing and smacking his butt cheeks, her finger reached and inserted into his anus. He became even more excited and pumped harder, deeper and faster into her delicious pussy.

With her body shaking and grinding against his, “More, John, more,” was what Faith said. Together they rolled and he was on his back with her straddling him. Riding his shaft, his hands squeezing her breasts, her hand cupping his balls, gently squeezing and massaging, he brought himself up to her and placed one of his arms around her, with his hand on her butt cheek caressing her anus and the other holding her face with his fingers, holding her hair back. She came down to him and their mouths entwined. Both their bodies climaxed and orgasmed together, John spilling his seed inside of her and Faith gushing, soaking him and the sheets.

Faith lay there in his arms, listening to him fall asleep, as his breath slowed and deepened. She carefully got off the bed, so she didn’t disturb him, and then placed the duvet over him to keep him warm from the cool breeze entering the bedroom from the slightly ajar window. She got dressed as quickly as possible and made her way down the stairs to the basement.

Before she opened the door, she got a fleece blanket from the closet. She opened the door and saw Jake, tied to a crate, naked, with tears flowing down his face. Her heart saddened and broke. She rushed to him and wrapped him in the fleece. “I’m sorry, Mummy,” said Jake as she untied the ropes on his legs. She pulled him to her