6 The Van conclusion

He drove Megan to her driveway and put the van in park. Before she open the door, her mother came out with a furious expression on her face.

“What have I told you about bringing that thing here?!” she screamed. “Get out, or I’m calling the cops! GET OUT!”

Morgan opened the door and jumped to the ground, and her mother’s face fell, and the anger evaporating into disbelief and anguish.

“Oh, no, Morgan, what have you done?” she whispered, holding her hands out to her daughter. Once she had the girl safely in her arms, holding her tight and safe, she looked up at Brian in the van and got confused.

That wasn’t Brad at all, and the waves of angry fear she usually felt emanating from the van were gone. The sexual tugging was stronger than ever, however, and she felt the first touch of moisture between her legs in years that didn’t inspire fury inside her for her own weakness.

Her own vulnerability was still there, the same slippery slope it ever had been, with the same coiling nest of pleasure writhing in passion at the bottom. But instead of fearing that path, knowing how quickly she would fall, she felt a sudden yearning to explore the un-taken road. She felt a desire to follow it all the way to the end, with no looking back, and her lack of fear made her cautious.

“Who are you?” she asked, seeing Brain get out and stand by the hood. ‘Please don’t hurt us, sir.”

“My name is Brian.” he told her. “I have no intention of harming either one of you, I promise.”

“Yeah, it’s not harming them if they come, right?” asked the woman suspiciously. “Even if they used to be a virgin, and had some silly notion of saving themselves for marriage?”

“Exactly.” he smiled. “Come on. Really? You think this is still 1950?”

“N-no, of course not, sir, but…” she said. Her reasons for objecting were rapidly fading from her mind.

“So there’s nothing really wrong about showing these girls how to experience, toe curling, mind bending orgasms, is there?” he said. “Especially since most of those girls are never going to find someone like me who can lead them to it.”

He looked at her piercingly. “Like you.” he said. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”

“I… no sir.’” she said. “Megan was conceived at my Senior Ball, but I… I didn’t climax, sir. He just took my virginity and left me on the side of the road because I wouldn’t suck it first. He got so mad he just raped me and left me there. I had to walk home, and later at school, he told everyone I was frigid, and nobody believed me when I told them he forced me.”

“What is his name?” Brian asked, closing his eyes and trying to get a mental picture.

“Joshua Bailey.” she told him, and he could hear the scathing hatred in the woman’s voice. The image that came into his mind was that of Rebecca’s father.

“A big guy, about my size, blond haired Irishman?” Brian asked, opening his eyes and looking at her.

She nodded. “Yes sir, that’s him. He ruined my life, and that of two other girls in high school. Three of us had his babies that summer, but he married some Italian bitch with Mafia connections his father picked out for him.”

“Wouldn’t it be terrible if something happened to him?” Brain said aloud, as if talking to himself.

“I wouldn’t cry a tear.” she said, smiling grimly. She knew what happened in this neighborhood.

“How about you, honey?” she asked, tilting Morgan’s face up. “Would you be sorry if something happened to your real father?”

“I never even met him, Mom. He doesn’t care about me, or you, or anyone, probably. Why should I care about him?”

“Because he’s a person, Morgan.” Brain told her. “Even a complete stranger deserves compassion.”

“If he was a complete stranger, he would have it from me.” Morgan told him, letting go of her mother and looking at Brian. “But he isn’t a complete stranger, is he? He raped my mother and completely ignored me my whole life, even though he’s known about me and my sisters all our lives. It was no secret to anyone who the father of us three girls was.” She glanced at her mother. ‘That’s what ruined our lives.”

“Well, I won’t be ruining it further.” he said. “Morgan, you will attend school every day it is in session, and you will pay attention and learn what you need to know. You’re a very smart girl, and the more educated you are, the more valuable you will be to your future husband.”

“Now, I understand that the van has awakened sexual urges in both of you that were probably never present before, and for that I apologize, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. What I can do is teach you how to provide a release and take away the urgency of your need for a time. The van didn’t cause those feelings; it only enhanced what was already there.”

Brian walked around to the side of the van and opened the side door, then got into the Captain’s chair, reclining and opening his legs as he swiveled to face them.

“Mrs. Miller, you know full well what getting in this van will do to you both. However, if I’m to help either one of you, it’s into this van you must come. Will you enter?”

“We both will.” Megan said. ‘Come on, Mother, you know it was inevitable anyway.”

“I guess maybe I did.” she replied, then took Brian’s hand and stepped up. She was closely followed by Megan, and he slid the door closed.

The moment it latched shut, both women felt the change come over them. They felt their will change hands, from their own, to Brian’s. Their sexual excitement went up a few notches as well.

“Mrs. Miller, you will undress Megan for me, and I want you to show body off to me as you do it.” Brian said. “Be proud of your daughter; she is a very beautiful young woman

As her mother began unbuttoning her blouse, Megan turned to look at Brian with a smile on her face.

“Thank you for this.” she said, letting the blouse be removed. She was wearing no bra, and her little b-cups pointed her nipples straight out with her excitement. “I’ve known I was going to do this in this van since I was ten.”

“Don’t thank me; thank your mother.” Brian grinned. “If it wasn’t for her, you wouldn’t be in here at all.”

“What do you mean by that?” asked the woman, letting her daughter’s skirt fall to the floor. Megan stepped out of it, wearing only a pair of pink cotton panties that looked a little too small for her.

“Don’t take her panties off yet, Miss Miller. I want to do that myself. You may begin undressing yourself now.” he said. “And what I meant by my earlier comment was that you are doing a wonderful job of raising your daughter alone. Especially in this neighborhood. It can’t have been easy.”

“It really wasn’t.” she said, pulling her own brightly colored T-shirt over her head, then reaching behind to unhook her bra with both hands.