Bro and Sis In-laws and Out-laws
by marcuswriter3@gmail.com
A thief and scam artist enlists his naive Sister in the subduing of the aged owner of the house he decided to burgle.


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Grin, as he was known, sauntered around life carrying with him a tall, around
six feet two inch, slim, touching a hundred and seventy pounds, lanky unkempt
body that had not seen an honest days work in, well, ever really. At twenty
eight, no fixed abode, no stable partner, many fair weather friends, no money,
the mousey haired idler made his way by small time thievery, the most
outlandish cons, which rarely worked, the illegal fencing of stolen items and,
of the greatest importance, the setting of non too high ambitions and goals as
he was sure never to meet any of them. He was a charmer, seldom without a
smile and a cheery outlook, popular with the opposite sex, for a while, and
popular with his own sex, mainly the drunk and criminal element ranks however.
The family of Grin's wouldn't acknowledge him in public but they generally
thought he was just the 'Black sheep of the family' and he was endured as much
as he could be by good citizens. He was also a nice looking young man with
clear brown eyes, a good straight nose a wide mouth and a reasonable long
angular shape to his face capped by a plentiful mop of light brown hair, who
eased his way into many a woman's chambers, mostly without their partner's
knowledge, though sometimes he had been caught and given a lesson on moral
behaviour but, he still thought the rewards prior to his harsh treatment was
usually going to be worth the pain. He drank, a lot, often, had experimented
with soft drugs, and had even, rumour had it, been known to have shared
intimate liaisons with good looking men at times.

It was on a street, a pleasant cul-de-sac in fact, where he stood at this
time, he looked somewhat out of place in dark blue jeans that were maybe a
year or two older than they should be, a dated pair of black with white trim
trainers, a deep mauve but ill fitting T-shirt that was covered mostly by a
short, tan coloured, zip up jacket, though not fastened on this occasion. Some
tattoos adorned his reasonably dark skinned arms, though not good ones, a
cigarette was frequently put in and taken from his mouth amid large balloons
of light grey smoke, he was a jittery sort, always looking to see what may or
may not be happening, rather like a nervous bird perpetually on guard and
expecting danger. The nice looking homes that Grin stood among was evidently
an area that was swamped with people comfortably at ease with their financial
means without being stinking rich. There was the reason at least. One of these
fortunate abodes was certain to be on the 'breaking and entering' list that
Grin would be most certainly considering relieving their obviously over
burdening treasure of sought after saleable goods. A smile was perceptible on
his lips as the choice was made, a decision which had actually been reached a
while back yet he just wanted to see the home again in the cold light of day,
and he had already made discreet enquiries as to the occupants within, their
security and what riches were available. It transpired the house he had opted
for was the four walled building belonging to a single man, an old man, around
seventy eight or nine, not so strong, said to be of a small stature however,
none too slim. There was only locks on the doors, maybe a camera or two but
most likely out of use, no dogs and he was unarmed as far as knowledge was
gleaned. The time was to be around midnight and he was convinced it would be a
rapid in, grab some exhibited goodies, and out as soon as possible, some
gloves to be worn, a balaclava and disposable cheap overalls with outsized
shoes, considering his height that would be a tiresome chore, that wouldn't
lead back to him, he was quite pleased as to how well he had planned it.

The time had arrived for Grin to make his way from the squalid room he called
his digs, a borrowed room from a mate that he often drank with in one of his
many frequented pubs, it wasn't too much of a trek to the very neat part of
town that was home to the soon to be trespassed against, he had attired
himself well, all the necessary clothing disguises required and a handy sized
suede-like holdall that carried a few tools of the trade within. Fortunately
the night was a strikingly cold one but at least dry, a little windy though
enough to deter prying eyes and naturally, of a darkened manner. There was a
collection of bushes in the back of the chosen victim's house for Grin to
contain his long ungainly body amid in order to assist him in his hiding. With
the cold air present, the wind blowing most strongly, Grin wanted to secret
himself and then get on with the job in hand and get some financial reward for
his ill gotten gains. As he squatted down as near to a thick mass of bushes as
he was physically able, he made sure that his modern hi-tech mobile phone was
switched to silent, from bad experiences he was now overly careful in that
department of care. It was a waiting game for now.

Minutes moved like hours but there was no sense in rushing this as by tomorrow
he would be enjoying himself spending the cash that his stolen treasures would
afford him. After an hour, cold to the bone and stiff in movement, it was time
to enter the house via the strong looking door that helped one's ingress from
the garden into the kitchen, he was adept at breaking in and this door showed
no exception to his skills, within six muted silent minutes, some cursing and
a dollop of brute strength, he was able to open the typical wooden entrance
door and after looking around as would be miscreants often seem to, he had
both feet, in bigger used shoes than were needed, within the confines of a
kitchen in darkness, the only illuminated shaft of light coming from a small
torch affixed by virtue of a stretched band around the woollen cap on top of
the woolly balaclava he wore. It showed in parts a well ordered room with,
fortunately, no hurdles or impediments on the tiled floor, a small eating
table with two padded stools, the usual white goods, a sink clear of any used
cutlery and crockery, a short legged table that had a newspaper upon it and a
wonderful aroma that shouted of a plugged in air freshener oozing lavender,
some well worn shoes by a door and a few shelves with knick knacks that the
aged seem to covet. A real bonus was that no camera could be spotted thus and
better still, no evidence of a dog. Grin, through bad habit, was smoking, not
a particularly clever thing to partake in at this moment but he wasn't known
highly for his brilliance but rather for his spur of the moment quick
thinking. He would only concentrate on the living room as he was wise enough
to know the longer he stayed the more chance of capture was imminent, he knew
there would be more than enough within that room to satisfy his monetary greed
and need. There was just the one door aside from the entry one from the
garden, and so without a great leap of imagination he took it upon himself to
fancy it was one that led to the living room and his rewards. He carefully
turned the round wooden door handle and pushed it carefully inward, he had
covered the light with his free hand but now opened the room to his viewing by
removing his palm from the torch and was not disappointed. It was quite a
surprise to spy instantly a huge new television atop a neat wooden
specifically made stand, that Grin knew from research he did on his 'items to
take', the set was an expensive modern smart TV model and from the wires and
hubs leading from it it was a trove of technological wizardry he had stumbled
into. Alas of course, the television set would be far too large to take but
the lap-top near to it and other sightings he noticed was fine portent for
things of lavish tasting to come, besides, there looked to be many antiquities
that would fit easily within the strong hold-all he carried, there looked to
be bronzes, brass, two gorgeous clocks and some fine porcelain figurines that
would fetch a goodly bag of monies, a gold coloured watch that looked of good
quality was spotted too. There was even a wad of rolled up notes of cash on a
small sideboard, as Grin moved toward the money he knocked, albeit lightly,
against a small sofa, there was a comfortable looking recliner chair that he
took advantage of as he counted the cash, there was a coffee table, a free
standing small radiator, some framed paintings on the walls, many photographs
most likely of relatives, several newspapers strewn about the room and that
same nice lavender scent that try as it might couldn't block the tobacco smell
of Grin's cigarette smoking. A cup and saucer with an empty packet of biscuits
next to it, that Grin accidentally brushed again and caused it to clatter to
the floor, it wasn't excessively loud but in the still of night it certainly
was noticeable. However, time passed and nothing stirred so Grin, taking a
deep breath and then exhaling a thick dense cloud of smoke, he eventually
began to relax. His long finger-nailed hands grabbed at some artefacts he
assumed might be worth a few pounds and placed them in his heavy bag, he
managed to steal several bits when his greasy sweating hand let slip a fine
china figure which caused quite a smashing noise as it hit a part of the floor
which was not covered with carpet.

Grin held his breath but knew this time his luck was out, there was a thud
from a room above his head and slow heavy footfall as the person made his way
across the first floor and could then be heard descending the stairs that held
a creaky step here and there. Grin didn't panic as he was aware the old man
would not be difficult to contain and ease past, he merely positioned himself
behind the only door that the resident could emerge through. After a short
time the door did indeed open and the owner of the home walked in, he flicked
at a light switch which seemed to dazzle him and make him squint his ancient
eyes as the illumination hit them, Grin was not quite so bothered as his eyes
were somewhat protected by a woollen hat over his balaclava, he then got his
initial glimpse of the old man and was happier than he thought he would be,
there in front of him was a very old man, a little portly, around five feet
four and stiff in motion, his hair was all but gone and his hands were mottled
and arthritic with age, he was slightly stooped and had on just a flannelette
pair of red and white striped pyjamas with the top part mostly unbuttoned. He
shouted out, 'What the Dickens' is this? Who is there, what are you doing
here?' The old man was scared but acted with bravado, Grin, however, wasted no
time and rushed toward the old man and grabbed him in a headlock that was
somewhat excessive as there was no resistance to the move, Grin laughed as he
forced the old man's head down and squeezed with not some little strength, he
placed the old man's head in between his skinny thighs and held him tight,
'Right old man, you are going down and I'm going out, I'm afraid I've got to
sort you out now!' Though in truth Grin didn't exactly know what to do,
although so soon he had gathered the old man couldn't hear very well,
certainly not now he was between his thighs, he was just a little scared that
the pensioner may be able to recognise something about him that may assist the
boys in blue in their apprehending him one day, his mind was whirling like an
electric meter at peak time and he was coming to many conclusions and was
fastening onto one in particular. As this was a monumental theft for him, he
wanted no way of losing it or messing it up, so for now, he delivered,
speedily, the old man to the floor and straddled him, sitting high on his old
chest which was labouring but nothing abnormal, so Grin assumed, he had his
knees to the ground and so the old man's face was trapped again between Grin's
thin but comparatively strong thighs. As he sat there and saw the old man's
eyes sparkle a little more than they had he quickly formulated a plan, a plan
that immediately involved him moving up and sitting directly on the wrinkled
face of the pensioner, which he did speedily and victoriously with his hands
pinning the weak arms of his captor easily, muffles and grunts were heard from
under Grin, who immediately ordered him to shut up, but his feeble legs and
main part of his body were only able to twitch in sorts of spasms and for
short times, Grin face sat him quite hard and offered him no chance of being
able to see anything that could incriminate him, well, apart from his arse! As
Grin sat there, looking at the valuable booty all around he was already
moulding a plan that just might do the trick.

Though there was a small amount of protestation from under him it was nothing
he couldn't control simply by pushing his skinny backside further on to the
aged fellow's face, he then nonchalantly reached into his overall chest pocket
and took out his mobile phone, then he pressed a few digits, quite a few, and
within half a minute was listening to his Sister-in-law, she was once married
to Grin's younger Brother when she was quite young but had parted a couple of
years ago, answering on the other end. Grin breathed a sigh of relief, relayed
the story to her, editing some bits, and asked her if she could get there as
soon as possible. At first she was hesitant, it was around two in the morning
and she had been up until eleven exercising as she did most every day, she was
a judo maniac, keep fit nut and also, her main love, professional wrestling
which she partook in and enjoyed tremendously, the local sports arena was her
home venue, she was reasonably well known, which, as it turned out, was the
very reason Grin had rang her and not his two own Sisters he could have
chosen, this Sister, though an in-law he still counted her as and called her
Sister, explained she was half asleep, incredibly sweaty and smelly and was in
a not so good a mood having been cheated out of winning her fight earlier at
the stadium. Grin, however, thought this was just perfect and chivvied her
more to please help him out of the mess he was in, he would make it up to her
in a big way, money, which she absolutely adored and would do most things for,
and the chance of having her pick of a couple of the stolen items. Luna, who
was around twenty four years old, at last agreed and said to give her fifteen
minutes, she asked for the address and the best entry and she was on her way,
Grin did seem to omit the necessity to wear gloves and cover herself up, maybe
he thought she would do that as a matter of course, maybe. A now smug and
contented young man, who was sitting heavily on the face of an old man, with
no care for the welfare of his prisoner who was intermittently coughing,
spluttering and speaking in muffled utterances, celebrated by lighting yet
another cigarette and casually smoking as he sat comfortably on his prisoner.

It was around just twenty minutes before Grin heard a noise that signified his
Sister-in-law had arrived, she was careful and sluggish but Grin was expecting
her and it soothed him to know she was now present. It had been what felt like
hours of waiting for Luna, Lord knows what it felt like to the man on his back
with some thief perched in a most humiliating manner on his face, but Grin had
a friendly welcome for his adopted sibling and told her to be steady and
follow the little light he offered and she'd be all right. As Luna entered the
living room she could make her Brother-in-law out in a fashion and so began
some obligatory questions, 'What you doing 'ere?' Luna. Who was not
particularly well educated or articulate, spoke in a rather common heavy
voice, but no matter, she made her own way in the World and knew no different,
'I'm doing this place over, it's like Aladdin's cave and I want some of it for
myself. Don't worry, I'll have some stuff for you to, there's plenty to go
round Sis!' Grin could get round anyone with his persuasive commentary, 'Well,
where's the old fart then, and what do you want me to do?' Luna asked, she now
stood closer to Grin, though for her the viewing was still in limited
allowance as her eyesight had not fully adjusted to the darkness. 'He's here
Sis, on the floor, I got him down to stop him calling the police!' Grin was
proud of his action and his statement as he shuffled his arse a little on the
aged man's face, 'Well, I can't see him, where is he then?' In the confined
space and the restricted lighting Luna still could not see all she wanted to,
'He's here, I'm sitting on him!' This brought a short giggle from Luna as she
was beginning to make out shapes and objects a touch easier now, 'Ha ha, don't
let him go then will ya, keep him down.' Luna offered her martial artistry
skill advice to her Brother who answered, 'He's going nowhere, you're going to
have to keep him down now while I finish the job and I'll make make sure
there's no cameras around!' Grin was excited as he instructed Luna, for now he
could sense the financial reward that his night of illegal activity would
proffer him. 'O.k. Where have you got him, was he easy to pin?' Luna asked the
right questions, 'He's right here, I'm sitting on his fucking face, I couldn't
risk him seeing me, he's about eighty and small so you'll have no trouble
keeping him down until we can both make a dash for it!' This sounded all very
right and proper to the naive Luna and she nodded her consent as she stood
above her Brother and the captive, 'Where do you want me to sit then?' It was
a reasonable question and coincided with the first real look at his Sister
that early cold, dark morning, Luna stood around six feet, six feet one maybe,
tall, slim and toned with no great giant muscles but strong limbs nonetheless,
she was an athletic woman around a hundred and eighty pounds of fit
sports-girl, possessing a dark complexion she had a roundish pleasant face,
pretty but hard looking, clear brown eyes, very like her Brother-in-law, she
was also of a slight tanned persuasion, she was unwashed due to over tiredness
in her physical pursuits, she had not seen to the tidying of her long black
hair and was looking a little sleepy even now, studying her attire she was
wearing the tiniest of mini-skirts, dark in colour, and was bare-legged with
white ankle socks leading into dark trainers, she wore a v-neck T-shirt and a
baggy light coloured fleecy short jacket which was only half done up, poor
Luna was frozen, her nipples showed this and the fact she wore no bra and was
quite regretting her decision to aid her Brother-in-law in this act of
irresponsibility. 'Take over from me and sit on his face, Sis!' Grin said this
as if it was an everyday occurrence and remarkably Luna answered in the same
casual manner, 'All right, move over then, but I'm still wearing the same
knickers that I've had on for three days now! I'm a bit stinky after last
night too, so he'd better be ready for me!' Luna stood above the old man's
face looking toward his feet as Grin was sitting on him with his lanky back to
the old man's feet, so she was in fact straddling Grin's legs as she prepared
to sit as her Brother-in-law moved back. 'He won't care if you stink Luna ha
ha, just sit on him hard and keep him there until I tell you it's all clear
and we can make a break.' Grin looked at his Sister and touched her strong
smooth long leg nearest his right hand, he moved it upward and Luna didn't
even blink, however, when his hand moved under her micro skirt and placed his
fingers on her panties she delivered a telling slap to his face which knocked
him back physically enough to expose the old wrinklies startled face. 'I was
only playing ya bitch, you shouldn't dress like you do, should ya?' Grin said
this but it was in a descriptive delivery as he dared not to be anything more
than amiable to his tough Sister. The moment passed though as Luna was now
dropping herself, by virtue of bending knees, onto the face of the pensioner
prisoner, Grin moved backward swiftly arriving at the old man's stomach and
sitting there stock still, and Luna landed, knees down on the floor, dropping
her well worn white cotton panties that encased her arse directly onto the
face beneath her, she adjusted herself and her tight panties, attempting to
position his considerably large nose in between her butt cheeks which, quite
soon, she achieved, 'Sorry about the smell old man, but I've been busy and
haven't had time to wash and change, ha ha!' Luna was aware she would be
extremely sweaty and would most probably stink to high heaven and indeed,
there was a grunt and groan from the male captive but there was absolutely
nothing that he was able to do now Luna was on top of him and trapping his
head with her long legs by his large ears, gripping him like a vice, her feet
so close to his head made sure of the hold and all in all he would not be
moving for a time. Grin and Luna chatted as they pinned the man, instructions
being passed from Brother to Sister and questions being asked from Sister to
Brother, 'What if I wanna fart or go to the toilet then?' Luna asked in all
innocence, Grin readily replied that if she wanted to go then she must go on
the old man and not to leave him for a second, and again, surprisingly Luna
casually just said, 'O.k. then.' Before Grin was to move off she asked him for
some cigarettes, lots of them, an ash-tray and a lighter, some drinks and food
from the fridge and turn the television on, to a quiet level, and give her the
controls. Within minutes all her requirements were met and she was seen to be
most comfortable as she pinned the old man's head, to the ground and was not
troubled at all from the rest of his aged body as his meagre strength was all
but spent already, it can be pointed out that at this stage a small sofa
cushion had been placed under his head, Luna herself looked so carefree and
was indeed not bothered in the tiniest bit about what the prisoner was going
through or how he was feeling, his embarrassment and discomfort meant nothing
to her as she lit a cigarette, placing the ash-tray on the old man's chest,
took a large swig of beer, as it turned out there was a pack of eight tins in
the man's fridge, and began to peruse the multi channels the big modern set
proffered. There was some amount of protest that Luna could hear but nothing
she was going to take any notice of after barking her orders, 'Shut the fuck
up you old shit or I'll break your nose with my arse cheeks!', this was said
in a way that told him she meant it too. Grin busied himself loading the
tiniest of trinkets into the bag he held securely and smiled at his Sister's
trusting nature, he even handed her a hundred pounds of the cash he found
earlier knowing she would be so happy with that, also he kept her from knowing
that he was keeping the other four hundred, it seemed the pensioner was most
probably about to purchase something. 'Whatever you do Luna, don't get off of
his face until I say, I'll just check the other rooms quickly and we'll be
off'. Luna nodded without looking, preferring to keep her eyes on the
television and so didn't see Grin leave the room heading out the room. Luna
sat down further on the face she was pinning and began to like the feeling
that the man's large nose was giving her as her panties gave way to its
intrusion and forced the material into the crack of her arse, she moved
slightly back and forth, almost subconsciously, and continued for as long as
she could recall, the old man grunted and groaned in a muffled attitude. Luna
continued rocking and loved the sensation very much, smoking, drinking beer,
eating some food and watching television while having her arse played with by
courtesy of an old man's large nose, it was certainly not an everyday
occurrence, though looking at Luna all so settled and blas� upon the old man
you would think it was.

Luna was carried away watching a film and forgot all about her Brother's
burglary progression when suddenly it crossed her mind and she flinched as she
wondered just where on Earth he was and what was he doing, it seemed she was
about to shout for him and see, when a muffled noise and slight movement from
the aged body underneath distracted her, so now she was quite miffed that he
had dared to unsettle the perfect arrangement she had going on. 'Keep still
you old git or you'll make me pee on ya!' Luna was of low education and most
common and said things how she felt with very little polite articulation,
however the old man still attempted to move as Luna was obviously making
breathing most difficult, 'Pleave, I carnd breeve, yore hurmtind meef. Pleeve
ged ofth!' As he spoke in such mumbled impeded tones Luna laughed and
subsequently bounced on him a little as she giggled to herself, 'You made me
laugh, I'm gonna piss myself on you if you don't keep fucking still, you old
shit!' However, she did lift her arse up half an inch and that allowed some
deep inhalation and some panicked relief as there were spasms of motion under
Luna's strong muscular arse and legs, she was smoking, heavily, and had rather
cruelly by-passed the glass ash-tray and stubbed several ciggies out on the
thin flannelette pyjamas causing some pain to the old man, she had also drunk
three cans of beer and had emitted quite a few extremely loud belches, most
unladylike, part eaten food was discarded on the floor, very untidily and
unhealthy too, and now as there was a break of film on the giant television
Luna's attention was more concentrated on her captive man.

'Listen to me old man, I'm gonna sit back on you, on your forehead, which will
make it easier for you to breathe a bit and we can chat some, but first I'll
have to punch in you in your eyes so you can't see me, ha ha, I should have
said that to Grin earlier then we could've left together, ha ha, but now I
have to wait until he lets me know it's ok. So, get ready, I'm gonna sit back
now, and smack you in the eyes ok?' Luna slid back off of his mouth and nose
and as his eyes were uncovered she delivered an evil and furious double fisted
punch into his eyes, she was already settled comfortably on his forehead now
and so saw the punches land well. 'Yes! Got you in one! Wow, they were the
best punches I've done in a long time, I hope they blacken your eyes old man!'
Luna was so congratulatory to herself but could not fail to hear the yell and
groans of much agony emanating from the old man underneath her, 'Ah good, so
you felt those smacks all right then? Ha ha, when you've recovered we can chat
a bit.' Luna was so matter-of-fact she was scary, with her knees up resting
full weight on the almost blinded man's forehead, she was so casually smoking
yet another cigarette and while looking down at the man she blew the smoke
toward his mouth and nose which he caught and now, on top of the groaning in
pain, he added coughing to his repertoire, Luna laughed at this. Her tight
white panties could now be viewed as her legs were up and wide apart and,
indeed, it was their material that rested on his forehead as her micro skirt
was hanging slightly over and slightly away from her arse and on top of his
remaining thin silver hair, she looked very sexy in this seated position as
her legs were muscular and strong, tanned somewhat and very long, she was
hunched over looking down at his face and appeared so dominant like this.

Two hours had passed and Luna was by now very confused as to what was taking
her Brother so long, however, not being too clever and incredibly trusting,
she didn't give it too much thought as she now had the old man at her control
and she was quite into making use of him. 'Do my knickers smell a lot? I've
worn them for days, I do a lot of keep fit and I wrestle loads so I'm always
sweaty and smelly, I've been without a wash for ages and like I said these are
the same pair of knickers I've worn for days so they probably stink, still, I
know you won't mind, ha ha, though you'd better hope I don't fart! That would
definitely smell and with your big nose you would get to sniff it all up, ha
ha ha!' Luna was cruel but this was just how she said things, exactly how she
saw them or how they actually were, as she stared down at the slightly open
thin lipped mouth, the large nose and the darkened closed eyes, she took a
swig of beer then a big inhale of her cigarette before blowing the smoke out
onto his face again and then letting a long loud burp go in the same
direction, this made her giggle as she was still childish in these concerns.
'Anyway, there's another film on now, so I won't be talking, you better keep
the fuck quiet too!' As she finished her cigarette she stubbed it out on his
pyjamas and then had an idea, she reached down between her open legs and
pinched his large nose and as he opened his mouth to capture some much needed
air she dropped the ciggie into the opened aperture, this made her so pleased
and amused that, as his mouth was open, she picked up all the other eight
butts and dropped them into his mouth too, laughing uproariously as she did
so, looking at them in his mouth which he was forced to keep open as Luna was
not letting go of his nose, she found it hilarious and laughed accordingly.
'Ha ha, you are a brilliant seat and a very good ash-tray old man, ha ha ha!'

After the smallest of respites, Luna again started chatting, although her
conversing often sound like tormenting due to the manner that she affected,
however, it was how it was, 'Ha ha, I've never used anyone as an ash-tray
before, I think I'll have to do it lots more, ha ha, especially to that
fucking Brother of mine, he'd better get in here soon or I'll be sitting on
him when I next see him!' The old man struggled desperately under the weight
of Luna's arse on his head, the smell and taste of all those cigarette ends in
his mouth was almost too much to bear, his eyes and eye sockets were very much
in pain and he was unable to make good sense with his speech for the obvious
reasons, 'Oomph, ughh, Ivyf, pleeve, led me doe pleeve!' He was now sobbing a
little and of course Luna loved that, 'Ha ha, don't feel bad, I've made boys
and men cry, lots of women too, many times. I told ya I wrestle, well, I
always really try and hurt the one I'm against, I've even broken a few bones
and that's me at my happiest, ha ha. Do you want me to show you a few moves? I
can put my T-shirt around your face so you can't make out what I look like,
it's a bit smelly but then, so is all the rest of me, ha ha!' Though the old
man was suffering and at times was thinking this was his time, he attempted to
answer and was more than a little strained and stressed upon hearing the
majority of Luna's last statement/question. Luna had already removed her
lightweight jacket and was pulling her T-shirt over her head, the very act of
which placed extra weight and hurt onto the pensioner's forehead, Luna had
large breasts and they looked good in the minimum of light, most from the
television, the room allowed, they swung as she jostled with the clothing that
was finally removed, she took the skimpy T-shirt and wrapped it around his
head and then back again and tied the short sleeves together, she also took
off her training shoes and in turn, held each one to the old man's nose as she
laughed, 'Ha ha ha, smell that fucker, ha ha, doesn't it stink!' They did too
and so did her socked feet which had no restraint with the footwear that was
hastily removed, there was a shudder and retraction from the man as much as he
was able to move but mostly Luna held it there for him to inhale, it was a
nasty act of evil to perform.

As Luna ascended from the harassed body of the old man, she took her socks off
and tied them together making one long one, she then turned round and sat down
on the portly stomach that offered no resistance, her breasts swaying and
bouncing as she moved energetically, and put the sock around the open mouth
full of cigarette ends and tied it to the other end of the sock rope, it cut
into him but it stopped the cigarette butts from escaping which is what Luna
wanted, she laughed at her handy work sitting back with hands on hips and her
knees down. 'C'mon, I'll do a Boston Crab on ya!' She was very excited as
wrestling had always been her one true love and hurting people her second. She
moved backwards until she had passed the feet of the supine man and then
reached down grabbing a skinny ankle in each hand, she then lifted them up and
hooked the lower part of his old feeble legs up to the knee pits in her arms
and under her arm-pits, she then started to slowly turn him over just by
manipulation of his legs, as he began to go the way she wanted she followed by
lifting her bare left leg over the most top part of his legs, as his lower
legs were restrained by her powerful arms, she sat herself down which, at
first was on his backside, she then inched in reverse onto the small of his
back and pulled at his legs, the pain for an old unfit weak person must have
been intolerable and there many muffled cries, groans and pleas as to why and
stop and let me go, Luna laughed and carried on pulling his legs back towards
her and now she inched back even more so she was slowly sitting further up his
back, the agony was tremendous, 'C'mon you old shit, submit, submit to a girl,
ha ha, tell me I'm the best, tell me I'm hurting you, ha ha!' Luna was
thoroughly enjoying herself, she sat even further back and shouted out how she
wanted to pull his legs so far back she could sit on his head, she leaned back
to exert more pressure and then held him in this excruciating hold for at
least fifteen minutes, inching back now and again still threatening to break
him in half, teasing, tormenting and torturing him, she even had his legs
trapped under her arm-pits and had her hands free to guzzle more from the can
of beer, she belched several times and laughed at just how good she was. Grin
was a million miles from her mind at this time for sure. Finally, the old man
was suddenly released and he crashed to the floor in as much pain as he would
ever have been in, unable to move because of the agonising stiffness he was
now experiencing, Luna placed a sweaty, stinking foot on his head and flexed
her muscular arms declaring herself the champion. She then removed her tiny
micro skirt and threw it to one side leaving her in only a wet, sweaty and
smelly pair of white panties, at just over six feet, lean and lightly muscled,
attractive face and large breasted she looked a formidable woman indeed.

Luna then offered a barrage of wrestling treats for the old man, arm bars,
headlocks, half-nelsons, full-nelsons, head-scissors, grapevines, match-book
pins, face sits and she cut him, bit him, burned him and broke several small
bones, creating such bruises on the old body that soon it would be covered in
blue, grey and yellow skin, she clothes-lined him after throwing him against
the wall, she aeroplane spun him and she cradle held and carried him while
burping in his half hidden face. Luna was having the time of her life and her
sadistic streak was elevated with every new nasty evil she performed. 'Now
then, fart-face, what about a Camel Clutch?' There was more muffled mumbled
pleas and protests from the aged battered man but that cut no ice with the
tall dark haired almost nude female as she was desperate to inflict more
suffering on him.

Turning the prisoner over most harshly causing even more muffled mumbled
protestations, she quickly sat her very muscly arse down on his back, her back
facing his feet, very near to his fragile shoulders, the old man was crying
loudly now and Luna laughed asking him if he was eating her cigarettes, she
really wanted to hurt him as she got so insanely eager and overly sadistic
when she wrestled, her nipples became erect and so hard, she knew she was wet
in her knickers and was absolutely loving the sensations, her knees were up
which was harder still on the captive, and she now grabbed an arm, pulled it
straight and put it behind her leg making it impossible to move it out of this
position, then she did the same with the other arm, she was considering
dislocating one or both but for now she wanted to pull his head off, so
cupping her hands under his wrinkly chin, with a touch of stubble, she yanked
so hard and was soon pulling his head so high she could look into his eyes,
well, if they hadn't have been covered with her sweaty T-shirt tied tightly
around his head, and then she laughed, she still kept pulling and the muffled
screams would for the ordinary person be more than one could endure seeing
someone in so much agony. Luna actually tried to pull his head right off it
seemed, so much sweat was dripping from both antagonist and recipient, it was
a most painful hold to be kept in, for an old weak man it was pure hell and
his pitiful crying, which was nails on a chalk board for most people was sheer
heaven for the tall torturer. Bouncing on his back in an attempt to cause
further injury she knew he wouldn't last much longer, she was also a little
concerned he may choke on all the cigarettes that must be clogging up in his
mouth by now, not concerned about his health but rather the fact she wanted to
watch him eating, swallowing or choking on them she eased back, then let his
face fall hard to the ground and promptly moved up and sat on the back of his
head, taking his arms with her as she slid forward with both of the limbs in a
sickeningly painful straight upward position manipulated by her strong legs,
now, after just the slightest of stubbornness, they were indeed both
dislocated and no amount of description could explain the pain that the effect
of that would befall the aged man, except to say he passed out, Luna laughed
and bounced on his head cracking it on the floor several times, until she
finally decided to sit still and grab another cigarette and casually smoke it
there and then. The strong young girl, wearing only her sweaty panties now,
let loose a tremendous whoosh and hiss as she allowed herself to calmly pee on
the prisoner, it was an awful mess, there was a lot of strong smelling fluid
and it was covering his tormented unconscious head and face and seeping into
every crevice available, after which the foul piss splashed onto the floor
where it amassed and grew at an alarming rate, of course, the tough, evil Luna
laughed uncontrollably at her disgusting action.

Around half an hour later, and two cigarettes smoked, Luna bounced on the
stationary head under her arse and realised he was still not receptive to
prods and pokes and therefore most likely a goner! Luna was not particularly
moved or shocked by this, in fact she flexed her arms and admired her powerful
sinews for easily overwhelming the male adversary whatever opposition rank he
may have been. Looking around she accidentally came across a clock on the old
man's sideboard she'd noticed a little earlier but took little heed of, this
instance however she consciously espied the hour, 'Fuck me, where's that cunt
of a Brother of mine? I'm gonna fucking smash him when I see him!' Luna's
anger was vitriolic and yet controlled as she decided she had waited far too
long already. What she could have done, of course, a long time ago if she had
wanted, was ring him, but she confessed to herself the thought of torturing
the old man with her sadistic nature was too good an opportunity to pass up,
anyway, now she would do such a thing and ring him. After a long while of
listening to the ringing tone, and with a certain acceptance, she realised
Grin was not going to answer the phone and as she couldn't hear it ringing in
the house she now, slowly, ascertained he was obviously gone and as he was not
contactable she was in no doubt he wouldn't be coming back, she knew, even
using her under achieving brain, he was already selling the goods or on his
way to do just that without a second thought for her. Luna alighted from the
old man's head, her panties dampened with her piss, and she actually stood in
a puddle of her own urine, she casually lifted each foot alternately and wiped
them on the back of the lifeless head below her and then simply sat further
back on him to escape the sodden mess on the floor, as she sat down on the
small of his back her panties made a quiet squelching sound having retained
some of the stinking pee, but even so, she made herself comfortable and was
now facing his feet this time. What to do she mused.

There was not much time to think however as within minutes of her sitting down
on the dead man's back, tremendously bright lights lit up the large front room
window, exhibiting several colours and the roaring of unintelligible shouting
was heard through a loud-haler, almost simultaneously the front door was being
smashed in and of course Luna knew that she was in serious trouble. A lone
brave quick thinking police officer had made his ingress via an open back
door, courtesy of Grin no doubt, and charged at the calmly seated sexy, near
naked girl but slipped on a mix of urine and blood on nearing her, as he
careered head first into the amazon-like female she was stunningly rapid in
taking advantage of such an opportunity and so professionally grabbed him
around his neck and followed that with ever more speed while enforcing her
grip with a vicious vice like hold on it, the copper was now, in so short a
time, struggling just to actually survive as her powerful arms squeezed and
crushed the very breath from him, he was in a face down position as Luna was
looking down at his back and she loved her dominating mastery over this weak
law-man. Luna then, amazingly, while still sitting on the dead body, raised
her beautiful long legs and wrapped them around the defenceless body of the
copper and started to constrict at an unbelievably mighty strong level, there
was a definite cracking of ribs heard and great groans of pain emitted from
the almost breathless cop completely helpless and at the long dark haired
beauty's mercy. The policeman was losing his strength and losing his battle to
survive, Luna's legs were of iron and continued cracking his ribs as she
further squeezed his body and she was turning the young law-man's face blue as
she deprived him of air with her devastating headlock hold, she, it has to be
noted, was absolutely loving it and would no doubt have relished killing him
had his colleagues not burst in and after one lengthy colossal trial of power,
subdue the she-devil enough to eventually make safe the young policeman and
apply restraints on the sexy killer. When all had recovered from the
blistering battle with the terrifying young lady, there was a deadly scene for
the policemen and women to survey, consisting of several differing ranks of
superiority, there was not one of them that could confess to ever having seen
the like of such before and it repulsed each and every one of them to such a
degree that four of them were physically sick by that which they viewed. The
old man was a bag of broken bones, eyes bulging, throat enlarged, arms and
legs bent into hideous and revolting positions, bent in to impossible angles
one would have wagered, he was a mass of bruises and he stank of piss. Luna,
maniacally hysterical now, was held down and handcuffed while surrounded by
six police officers, all struggling to stop her enormous strength and
fanatical efforts to unleash her fury on the people in the room, it was a
stirring sight, and even as the Doctor sedated her it was not without a fight
that he was able to inject the girl gone mad, 'Where's that fuckin' bastard of
a Bruvver of mine? I know he's done this, the shit! Get 'im 'ere, I'll kill
him!' Luna was ranting and raving and in such temper that no one was paying
too much attention to what she was actually remonstrating about as their
efforts were all concentrated on subduing her. Eventually the she-hulk calmed
and was only then able to be transported to a waiting van, equipped with cage
partitions that would keep her from harming any more persons. The van and its
cort�ge drove off leaving just a solitary officer at the scene, keeping the
massing nosey people at bay.

It happened that three high ranking officials discussing the crime mentioned
that only the old man's fingerprints along with a friendly neighbour or two
were found, they turned out to be innocent good people who had nothing to do
with the most vicious crime perpetrated, not like the many fingerprints of the
insane female killer that were found from the back gate, onto the back door,
in the kitchen and in quantity in the living room and all over the body of the
dead old man. Nothing was stolen as far as anyone could tell, there were no
living relatives so far as could be ascertained and the neighbours seemed to
think all the items were as they should be. It would all go to the state as
there was no will, no descendants and no legacies, therefore very little
interest for the legal authorities to take action over. All seemed perfectly
settled and the main concern now was the trial of Luna for murder and
attempted murder.

Then, with little to no fuss and without any interference, the very next week,
in the wee dark cold hours, a medium sized van pulled up outside of the
deceased old man's house and a tall gangly man in black with a large hooded
covering alighted, he easily gained access to the house of death in a
non-hurried attitude and began emptying the residence of little items that he
had checked the value of and knew would fetch a pretty penny on the black
market and no-one would know or care, though one person would make an awful
lot of money and have a wild time while another, locked up and awaiting trial,
would be wondering just how the hell her predicament had actually come about,
she would be pondering that for a long time, and indeed, would be designing in
her twisted, rage filled mind a plan of revenge and destruction upon the
Brother-in-law that allowed her to be used in such a totally hateful,
despicable and evil manner. Grin had known that Luna would get bored just
pinning someone down for any protracted period of time, that she would be
missing her keep fit, her exercising and sadistic method of fighting too much
not to take advantage of the wonderful opportunity that presented itself to
her, once she began inflicting her mastery of the fighting arts she would
start to get aroused and sexually motivated into her nefarious and evil
desires, there was no way she could stop herself it was what she always did,
since she was very young she had hurt people and felt such pleasure from her
application of torture, he knew she would leave the path open for him to help
himself to the spoils and, after all, what cared he of her, she was nasty,
evil and had often tormented and tortured him, sometimes by physically hurting
him and, more often than she knew, mostly by refusing him his advances on her
after she teased him with her sexual prowess, now he would at last be
satisfied. The plan was ingenious, deadly and his greatest to date, yet, there
was a feeling in the air that this was not the end of the adventure and he
would therefore be forever on his toes, though he awaited the proceedings of
his Sister-in-law with avid interest. He laughed to himself as he imagined
just what a great life he would be enjoying from his clever heist and how Luna
would be confined to a single padded cell surely for the rest of her days.