Embrace

The Light.
Molly woke up to a loud crash on the floor, and loud panicked screams. Molly sat up quickly, swinging her feet over her bed, and getting up. She grabbed her robe, and slipped on before throwing her door open, and running downstairs. She stopped at the kitchen, where she had suspected the crash to be in. She paused, while her green eyes focused on the older, brownish-red haired male, Luke.

There in the middle was the glass mess of shards from the nice china that the maid was going to layout for what it seemed like for something important. Her hands were covering her eyes, while her lips moved briskly in the soft French accent. Luke was standing tall in his black silk pajama and a black wife beater. His eyes gazed over the plate, his eyes looked deep in thought.

Calmly, he took the maid's hands into his, as he carefully whispered to her in French. The maid seemed calmed now at this. Luke was always the gentle one. Since he is always the center of his father's anger when Amy isn't, it had made the young twenty-three year old as gentle as a butterfly. He looked at the maid calmly, and smiled, bending down with her to pick up the pieces of glass on the floor.

"Luke, is everything alright..?"

Luke looked up quickly, then smiled. "Oh yes, Molly. Everything is fine. Where is Daddy?"

"...I don't know."

Luke nodded, getting up with the pieces of glass and walked over to the garbage bin. He poured the glass in, and then looked at the maid who did the same. "Just don't drop another dish. Father will not be pleased since today is his business meeting here."

Molly blinked in surprise. "Today!?"

"Mmhm. You know the guy. Mr. Hollows."

Molly gulped silently. Mr. Hollows wasn't much of a man that any woman would approve to. He was a disgusting pig that seemed to have a liking for both her and Amy. Whenever he came over for a business meeting, Molly would be sat next to Mr. Hollows, while Amy sat on the other side of him. Molly could tell it was to please Mr. Hollows, much to her father's dissatisfaction. Therefore, this day was important. And to make it worse, she was the only female there to please the elder male.

"Go on, Molly. Get to the bath. And make sure you were that white dress Father likes." He said softly, his dark blue eyes gazing at her. She glanced at him, then nodded. She hated when Luke was trying to make everything perfect so that father wouldn't be angry towards him. Because it always end up being exploded in his face. It was horrible. She loved her brother very much, but it would just be nice if he didn't try so hard. She simply turned, and retreated up the stairs to her bathroom to get ready.

***

Molly stood in front of the mirror, modeling the white dress she was wearing. It was a short dress that went up to her thighs, and went out since of the wiring that made her dress puff out at the bottom. Her shoes were white also, nice high heels that were skinny and fit her petite feet nicely. Her earrings were pearls that her father bought last year, and a pearl necklace that is lowered down to close to her cleavage that wasn't over baring, but showed. Her hair was pulled back, with a white ribbon in her hair.

She looked like such a innocent girl. It bothered her a bit, but she knew this is what her father liked. Whenever Mr. Hollows was invited to their home, it was required that they dressed their best for the guest.

She walked downstairs slowly, her hand against the railing of the stairs. She was greeted by Luke once again, who had gotten himself dressed in his nice black suit that made him look so darling. His dark brownish-red hair was put into a nice style, that made his face look so elegant. She smiled, as he held his hand out to her, and she took it, as he guided her to the living room. Their father sat in a large arm chair that made him look like he was the king.

Their father sat in his chair, his eyes gazing upon them. He wore a black suit also, but wore a wine colored shirt beneath his jacket. His salt and peppered hair was a bit messy, but it seemed to make him look more attractive than usual. He looked bored, and the only sounds that filled the house was the light taps of footsteps by the maid who was laying out the plates at the table, and the ticking from the clock.

"I expect a good behavior." He said softly, sitting up straight, and adjusted the collar of her wine shirt, gazing at the two. "And I would like if there is a conversation with him. Since Amy is not here to please him. Molly, I want you to do the tasks I ask of you. And Luke, I want to hear you speak. I do not accept silence on your part. It is very disrespectful and it will alter the decisions that Mr. Hollows will make."

He stood up lazily, and sauntered over to Molly, and lowered his hands onto her shoulders. "You will be good, correct, darling..?" He smiled, and lowered his head, and gently kissed Molly on the lips. Molly's eyes widen, luckily, that kiss was short since their father could tell how uncomfortable Luke got. He pulled back, and turned her around, "Go to the door. He'll be here in a minute. Believe me. That man is punctual."

Molly nodded slowly, moving forward to the two, large, brown doors that had stained glass windows. She gazed at the windows, the curved picture of a dove and a rose that dawned on the doors. She reached out to trace the dove until the chimes of the doorbell went off. She jumped, but shook her head, remembering that it is Mr. Hollows that arrived.

She moved forward, grabbing the door knob, and turned it, pulling backwards on the door, as there stood a older male. He was a bit shorter than her father at a five foot eleven. He smirked at Molly, pulling his hat off and bowed. He was bald, the tiny light of the sunshine had taken a spot on his head which shined like a light bulb. He lifted his head, his glass blue eyes staring at Molly, while he spoke softly, "Molly, my, have you grown..."

She nodded slowly, "Come in, Mr. Hollows. It's nice seeing you again." She lied, she hated seeing him. And since she was alone with no Amy to grab his full attention, she was pulled between both men: Mr. Hollows and her father. Mr. Hollows gradually walked into the home, his hand on a cane that Molly hated. He used it to lift up Amy's skirt at one point in the last meeting, and tried on her, but her father sat her down next to him before Mr. Hollows was successful. Once he passed by her, she closed the door, and followed him into the living room.

"Devon! Your child is gorgeous, I believe." Mr. Hollows said with a mischievous grin, "Nice and ripe. Old enough to marry?"

"Heh.." Her father attempted to play along, but all at the same, gritted his teeth at the thought. "Oh no. She hasn't found anyone that will suit her."

"Oh really?" Mr. Hollows sat on the Victorian couch, then patted next to him, "Come Molly, sit next to me."

Molly stared, then glanced at her father quickly. She watched her father nod stubbornly, and mouthed, 'Sit'. She frowned, but swiftly replaced it with a smile, and sat down next to him. She watched Luke who shifted in his chair, and cleared his throat.

"Mr. Hollows, would you like a drink? Some Gin, or something lighter..?"

"Ah, white wine, my boy." He said with a soft smile, placing his hand on her knee. Molly flinched, and Luke paused when he stood up. Their father cleared his throat loudly, making it clear that if they messed this up for him, it will be sealed in their fate.

Luke nodded, and moved over to the liquor cabinet, and Molly relaxed a bit, looking at her father. Her father looked back, and looked at Mr. Hollows, "I have something to ask of you."

"Yes, what is it, boy?" He asked, his thumb gently stroking her knee. Molly stared at the older man's thumb, his hand rising to her thigh as he gazed at her father. Her father stared back at him, trying to hold back his anger, from jumping at him.

"I would like Luke to work for you." He said lightly.

"Oh really?" He paused in his movements, which made Molly sign in relief. Luke came back, and sat down next to his father on his own armchair, and held a tray of four glasses. Three were white wine, and the other one was orange juice. "What is this? Molly can drink if she likes."

"I don't think I'd advise it.." Luke said softly, and handed a glass to his father who snatched it from his hand, and downed it without hesitation. It could be read on his father's face that he was on edge, and that Mr. Hollows was making eyes for Molly. Luke gulped, taking his wine glass, and taking a small sip of the liquid then swallowing it.

Mr. Hollows reached over, and took the glass, and held it out to Molly. "Here girl. Take a drink."

"Mr. Hollows, I will not allow my daughter to drink that."

"Devon." He glared at the man silently, his hand smoothed out on her thigh as he held the glass closer to her face, "She's 17. She'll experiment with all kind of things. No matter what you do." He turned back to face her, and smiled slowly, "Drink..." He whispered.

Molly stared at the glass, her lips quivering a bit as she reached out and took the glass. She felt under pressure. Between her father's dark gaze over her, and Mr. Hollows silently coaxing her into drinking it. She pressed the rim of the glass to her lips, and poured the liquid into her mouth, feeling it go down her throat. Instantly, a bad taste hit her tongue, as she pulled the glass swiftly away from her lips, accidentally dropping the glass. Devon stood up quickly, as Mr. Hollows roared with laughter.

"I do not think this is funny!" He snapped, grabbing Molly and making her stand to her feet. He looked down at her, and shook her, "Why did you drink it?!"

"I.." Molly tried to speak, but closed her mouth tight when the air made it taste worse then it did before.

Luke got up quickly, as he started to speak, "Father, I don't think she meant to.."

Their father turned to meet Luke's gaze, which made Luke harden in fear. "Do not speak." He said in a low growl.

"Devon..." The older male started to calm himself, placing his hand against his brown vest, and patting it gently, coughing a few. Molly wished the man would croak. She felt like she was in deep shit because of him. "I have something to ask you. And if you agree, you have a deal with me. And Luke will work beside us." He said with a mischievous grin.

"What?" He said calmly, letting go of Molly, and gazing at him.

Mr. Hollows smirked slowly, his lowered his hands onto his knees. "I want the two to leave. So that I can tell you."

Without a thought, Molly ran out and Luke followed as their father stared at Mr. Hollows. Molly ran into the kitchen, as she threw the stainless steel fridge open, then grabbed a bottle of orange juice, unscrewing the cap and drinking it down. Luke leaned against the wall, watching her silently as he said softly, "I don't think father is that pleased with both of us."

"I hate Mr. Hollows..." Molly said softly, staring at the ground while holding the bottle. They stood in silence with the chimes outside from the back door was heard since of the wind blowing against it. The maid must be gardening, since she never took a step outside of the house unless father asked.

"I do too, Molly." Luke said softly, his blue eyes looking away from Molly's form. "I hope father turned him down."

"What do you think Mr. Hollows is asking father...?"

"..." Luke remained quiet, a hint of fear behind his eyes.

Time stood still for about five minutes until they both heard footsteps. Molly quickly screwed the top back on the orange juice bottle, then shoved it back into the fridge, closing the door. Like stood up straight, brushing his suit off, as their father stood in the doorway. His face was solid. Like stone. This made Molly's stomach twist.

"Papa...?"

"Molly. Go upstairs."

Molly stared at her father, but nodded, walking past him, then ascending up the stairs. Luke stared for the while, then he looked at his father, "You didn't."

"I had to. It hurts me real bad, I hope you know."

"But she has no say in this!" Luke snapped, and walked forward, "She's not some fucking street hooker!"

"Raise your voice at me, Luke. And I swear to you, you'll be seeing more than stars." Their father turned, and walked away from him silently.

Luke stared, as he raised his hands, and covered his face, "No, no, no.." He said softly, "Molly.."

***
Molly finally reached her room, as she opened the door. When she did, her eyes widen when she saw Mr. Hollows sitting on her bed. He had his vest removed, and was unbuttoning his shirt. He wasn't a man worth looking at. Hairy all over, balding, and was fat around the middle. Molly started to walk back, but she slammed herself into something hard. She turned her head quickly, to see her father. "Papa...?" She whined, "What's going on?"

Her father watched her silently as he took her arms and held them tight before saying softly, "This is the deal, dear."

Her eyes widen as she then gazed back at Mr. Hollows who was removing his boxers. Her mouth opened as a single word passed through her lips, "No..."

Her father turned her around as he gazed at her, and smiled, it almost seemed to be a crazy smile since he was gripping onto her so hard. Molly tried to struggle but he shook her hard, "Don't defy me, you! This will be the only way your brother and I will work side by side, but only if you do this for me..." He said, and pulled her into a warm embrace and stroking her dark red hair between his light tan fingers, "Do this for me, Molly.."

Her eyes were almost as wide as saucers when he explained the deal that Mr. Hollows made with him. In order for her brother to work along side their father, she would have to give her body to Mr. Hollows just for this day. Her stomach twisted, and she felt so sick...She shook her head, trying to get words out, but the only one that could come out was, "NO! NO! You can't do this to me!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

Mr. Hollows watched, waiting on her bed as he chuckled softly, "Come on, Molly...I'll make sure you won't do most of the work.."

"Don't scare her." Her father said in a low growl, as he took Molly and threw her onto the bed, "Strip now!" He snapped, raising his voice now since he knew he could only get through her with fear. Molly stared up at her father, her stomach was twisting even more when he commanded her do this. She closed her eyes as she slowly took off her dress, feeling the cold air that was in her room stun her warm skin and made goose bumps appeared. She shuddered when she realized that both men were gazing at her strip, waiting for her to be completely nude to do their dirty deed.

Once she was naked, it was Mr. Hollows that touched her first. She, at first, jerked away from him but when her father held her still, she had no choice. Mr. Hollows ran his fingers against her pale thighs, pulling them apart to reveal the pink flower before him. She was blushing mildly, since she hadn't let another man look down at her parts at all except for her father. He moved forward, his lips kissing her own lower ones before his tongue snaked and slid up against her clit. She jolted as she let out a loud moan, since she never felt anything like this.

Her father wrapped an arm around her, holding both of her arms tight as he started to unbutton his own shirt. Mr. Hollows moved close, gripping her thighs apart as he started lick furiously. Molly's eyes were closed tightly, shaking gently since she felt her toes curl tightly when he slid his fingers deep inside her. He started to finger her quickly while his tongue gently stroked her clit, making her twist.

Her father removed his shirt and tossed it aside before undoing his belt. Molly started to feel the shame built up in her , especially when her body started to betray her and enjoying the pleasure that the elder male was delivering to her. She felt ashamed, though the pleasure was so great not to enjoy.

Mr. Hollows took Molly from her father's grip as he took her and threw onto the bed, and started to lick at her neck slowly, while holding her hips up just a bit. She closed her eyes as she breathed softly through her nose, trying to get herself into a different place in her mind. He took his cock into his hand while his other hand held her hips up; his hand was stroking his cock quickly while he rubbed her hips with his thumb, his tongue continuing to lick at her neck.

Her eyes slowly opened as she found herself facing Mr. Hollows' cock. She gasped in surprise but when she did, he shoved his cock deep into her mouth, almost making her choke. She relaxed her throat, trying to get used to his size. It amazed her that even though he was much older than her father, his cock was a lot larger than his. He slowly started to pump inside her mouth, thrusting repeatedly into her mouth. He grabbed her hands and held them over her head as he continued to thrust.

Molly didn't know what her father was doing. Was he watching this go on..? Watching his daughter having her mouth fucked by his own boss? She couldn't hear him, since he had a talent to be as quiet as tree when need to be. Mr. Hollows then pulled out of her mouth, and sat her up on the bed. She got to catch a glimpse of her father, who sat on the end of the bed and was stroking his own cock slowly, watching with narrowed eyes.

Before she could say anything, he flipped her onto her knees, lowering her hands from his grip as she kept herself up on her them. He ran his hand over her small ass, and slapped it once as she yelped. He took a hold of his cock, and guided it to her pussy before shoving himself deeply inside her. She gasped as she lowered her head against the pillow, and gripped onto it. He huffed slowly, she could hear him wheeze behind her as she begged in her mind for him to croak somehow. He started to pump slowly, his hips colliding with hers for the first time. Then he started to go a bit faster, his hips pumping his cock deeper and faster into her wet hole.

She was gasping since he was so large, her eyes were wide open as he deeply fucked her. She felt tears well up in her eyes as she whispered under her breath, "Make it stop..."

Both men didn't hear what she said, but it seemed to be a prayer for her when her bedroom door opened quickly. "Mol-" The thrusts seemed to cease as Molly blinked slowly, and turned her head to meet the gaze of someone she didn't expect to see.

There stood a young girl that seemed to be younger than Molly. She had short blonde hair that was cut short near the end of her ears. She wore a teal tank top that showed off her cleavage, that her B-cup breasts manage to make. Her acid-washed jeans tight around her lower body, and white flip-flops on her feet. Her light green eyes stared widely at the scene, with her hand over her lips.

Molly stared, as she attempted to call for her, but Mr. Hollows cover her mouth, "Grab her Devon."

The girl attempted to run, but her father was quick and grabbed her by the arm, and threw her into the room, making her crash to the floor. He shut Molly's door, and locked it before casting his gaze on her, "How did you get in...?"

"..T-t-the maid.."

"Don't ask her questions. Strip her, Devon. And make her join."

Molly started, as she attempted to struggle but her father raised his gaze to meet hers, "Molly. If you escape, I'll strap you down to that bed."

Her father lowered himself onto his knee, grabbing the girl's hair as she yelped, and he whispered into her ear, "Angie. If you don't want to get in trouble with me, you'll do as I say. Do you hear me? I will tell your mother that you came into my house without my permission. And you don't want that.." He looked up at Mr. Hollows as the elder man above Molly nodded.

Molly closed her eyes slowly, her body shivering as she shook her head.

Now they both have a toy to play with..