Trouble By The Pool

Trouble By The Pool

Catherine focused her efforts on arranging the flowers she had placed on on the poolside table. The plates and silverware had already been set as well as the floral print linens that were carefully folded and presented. Her daughter, 21 year old Megan, was due to arrive in just a few minutes and with Catherine’s husband away for the weekend, she was ready for a few days of catching up in the company of her only child. The two were best of friends although Megan’s job as a flight attendant made these visits rare and special to each of them. Catherine finished setting the table and stepped back, wiping the perspiration from her brow. At 45 years old she still had the looks and figure of a woman half her age and she worked hard to keep it that way. It was not uncommon for strangers to mistake her and Megan for sisters and Catherine always silently approved of the mistake as well as the sly looks that younger men gave her when they thought she wasn’t looking. Although having been married for over 25 years, she still drove her husband wild with lust and had a habit of dressing to please.

Satisfied that the table was finished she quickly walked around the pool’s edge checking for anything that needed last minute attention. She missed the professional services and the handsome, strong physique of the man who had cleaned her pool and deck, but certainly did not miss his leering eyes and nosy attitude. She had dismissed him earlier in the week just before her husband left on business. Next week, she thought to herself, she would find a replacement. Hopefully someone decent to look at from her window or deck, but who didn’t have that creepy look about him that made Catherine shiver with lust and shudder with distaste all at the same time. For now, she took comfort in the fact that her former employee’s wandering eyes were watching someone else.

Peter and Ed stared at Catherine from the relative safety of the privacy hedges that lined the property keeping any passing visitors from easily seeing the pool area. Peter growled quietly under his breath as Catherine moved around the edge of the pool that he had once worked on every other day. As she walked, she stepped between his steady gaze and the sun. For a moment the thin, gauzy material of her long sun dress turned transparent revealing the white, two-piece bikini that she had worn in preparation for a morning swim with her daughter. A natural blonde, she looked stunning in any bathing outfit and she knew it. Ed, Peter’s younger brother, smacked his lips.

“She’s as fine as you said Pete.”

“Yeah,” said Pete. “Better close up though. You’ll see soon enough.”

The two men moved quietly to the gate. Peter produced a key; a copy of the original that Catherine didn’t know about. The men quickly passed through the opening and re-locked the gate behind them. Peter knew the property well due to his many afternoons spent ogling Catherine from various vantage points behind bushes and fences, well hidden from neighbors on adjacent properties. The house had been built with privacy in mind and the pool area sat on the highest piece of the lot, well back from the street and hidden by the thick, plush landscaping.

Peter had a collection of pictures at home. Hundreds in fact, all taken by him as he watched Catherine, her husband and sometimes their daughter. Although he was supposed to be hard at work he was instead, prowling the edges of the pool waiting for a chance to see his employer sun bathing, swimming or just relaxing. A few of the pictures were of Catherine topless or even nude. He had shared those with Ed just prior to making the plans that brought them to this house on this day.

Peter and Ed stopped about fifty feet from the pool and rested silently behind a small structure used for showering and changing. Peter had often spied on Catherine from here and had many times stroked his cock hard before spilling his load onto the bark mulch that he had once carefully maintained.

He chuckled. “Bitch should never have canned me.”

Ed grunted, “Yeah, but she’ll pay for it now.”

Both men grinned with anticipation.

Peter considered his next move, noting the pair of wine glasses sitting on the table beside the pool. He knew that Jim, Catherine’s husband was away and he wondered who the second glass was meant for. Of the two men, Peter was the wiser one. Ed was younger by two years and tended towards compulsive behavior. The original plan was for the men to sneak up she was swimming and then to grab her when she stepped out of the pool. Peter had told Ed that she was fair game after that but that she needed to be taught a lesson that wouldn’t soon be forgotten.

For his part, Ed couldn’t wait to get going. He and his older brother frequently haunted the local bars and picked up women together. But unlike Peter who hoped to take a girl home and make a night of it, Ed preferred the parking lot. It wasn’t uncommon for one of his “dates” to be left sitting half naked behind the dumpster after Ed had finished. And while both men had a similar build; strong and animal like, Ed had an inch or so of height on his older brother which he tended to use to his advantage while enjoying the rough sex that he so longed for.

Peter watched carefully. He wondered if perhaps Jim was coming home early. Or whether Catherine had invited a friend. Or, if maybe her daughter Megan was visiting. And he thought that if it was Megan and if she was arriving unexpectedly, it would be unfortunate timing on her part.

Catherine finished what she was doing and walked across the broad deck towards the house and through the sliders that led to the family room giving the two men time to sneak into the pool house. There, they would wait until she came out to swim. They hadn’t made much for plans after that. Each would help the other keep Catherine under control but each would be free to have his way. They’d threaten her family before leaving to keep her quiet and then head off to celebrate their conquest.

Of the two, Ed was the more vicious and he felt his cock begin to swell as they shuffled around in the dark building, trying to find a good spot to look through the small window and watch the house. He occasionally stroked at the zipper of his jeans, eager to release his thickening penis and put it to use on the pretty and soon to be despoiled woman.

The waiting men heard a click from somewhere outside and assumed that Catherine would momentarily reappear. Peter stole a glance through the curtained window and was excited to see what he had been hoping for. Megan had just come onto the deck and strolled over to the table.

“Mom,” Megan called. “I’m here.”

Within a moment, Catherine came running out of the house to greet her daughter. They hugged and laughed and the men heard them talk between themselves for a few minutes before Catherine headed back inside.

Peter could barely restrain himself and turned to Ed, eager to whisper new plans for handling two women. As they huddled in discussion, Megan grabbed her bag and walked towards the pool house. Seeing her approach, the men quickly scurried to find a hiding place as the door was thrown open and the young woman entered. She dropped her bag and phone on a small coffee table and walked to a closet where linens were kept. Opening the door, she grabbed a handful of towels and turned, letting out a small shriek of surprise as she came face to face with Peter. Her expression changed from surprise to recognition and then to horror.

The man reacted quickly, grabbing her slim waist and shoving his big hand over her mouth before spinning her around and into his full grasp. Her eyes, bulging in fear and blurred by tears caught sight of Ed now in front of her with spittle on the corners of his mouth.

“Bait!”, he hissed.

“What?”, asked Pete.

“Bait, Pete. Mommy dearest in the house will come looking for this one and when she finds the three of us, won’t do a thing that would cause us to harm her. Course, I can’t say what this little thing might be doing to me when Mommy finds us. What’s her name?”

“Megan.” Peter answered as he held the girl tighter. “Hey! Wait! Here she comes.”

Catherine walked back out towards the pool looking for her daughter. She noticed that Megan’s bag was no longer on the poolside table and she called out.

“Meg dear, are you in there changing?”

Peter clamped his hand tighter over the girl’s mouth even as she struggled harder. He pulled her young body against his tight torso and pelvis, enjoying feeling her squirm against him. Watching her writhing, Ed reached out and squeezed her breasts before tugging at her jeans and dipping his fingers into the waistband.

“Love it when the wiggle like that.” he whispered, forcing his fingers a little lower into her pants.

Catherine called again. “Megan???”

Hearing no answer, the men watched as Megan’s mother walked steadily across the sunlit patio to the pool house in the shade. She turned the knob and entered, blinded momentarily as she stepped into the dark building.

Ed took advantage of the moment and grabbed Catherine by her hair. Throwing her to the floor, he stifled her scream by pressing one of his booted feet to her throat. Megan tried again to get free but found herself held tight by Peter’s muscled arms. Ed took over as an evil grin spread across his stubbled face.

“Listen you two. This is not exactly your lucky day. But, for me and my brother here…well….I guess we kind of lucked out big time. So, play nice and make us happy and maybe, just maybe, things will turn out OK. Got it?”

Ed took a little weight off the foot that was pressing down on Catherine’s neck.

“Fuck you”, she hissed staring hard at Peter. It was clear that she despised him and had no fear of showing her disgust even as the weight of the situation they were in began to dawn on her.

Her words were still hanging in the air when the toe of Ed’s boot caught Catherine in the side of her head just behind her ear. The man reached down and grabbed her hair by the knot she had fashioned on top of her head and pulled her out of the pool house and into the bright morning sun shining down on the pool and patio. He stopped dragging her when they reached the lounge chair near the deep end of the pool. Peter followed, dragging Megan kicking and biting into the open as well. Getting tired of fighting the feisty daughter, he pushed Megan to her knees, kicked her to the ground and reached down, slapping her hard on the back of her head.

“Go ahead and scream now you fucking cunt. No one can hear you up here. Go ahead. Give it a try. But, every time you scream you’ll get a whipping. So, if I were you, I’d keep my bitch mouth shut”.

Ed laughed as he watched the two prone women freeze with fear as they began to contemplate their fate. Mother and daughter each began sobbing and Megan shivered as the smiling men stood over their victims.

“I have an idea” Ed snickered. “Let’s put Mommy here to work. She deserves what she’s going to get anyway. Little Miss Meggy here can watch. If Mommy does good, the the little one gets a pass. If not, the she gets to work too. That’ll make it easier than trying to keep the little bitch quiet while we work over her Mom.” Ed laughed. “Me? I’m hoping Mommy is crap and baby here has to make us happy.”

Without waiting for his brother to answer, Ed barked at Megan who was still laying on her stomach and crying softly.

“Take your clothes off you little whore”, he said “And do it quick. No fucking around.”

Megan struggled to her knees and looked up at each man with pleading eyes. Her mother glanced over with a horrified look on her face. Reluctantly, Megan stood and began to undress. She sobbed loudly as the men watched her unbutton and take off her shirt, exposing heavy breasts under a lace white bra. She dropped her shirt on the concrete patio deck before shakily unbuttoning her belt; unsnapping her jeans and pulling down the zipper. She wriggled out of her pants and the men stared at her crotch, barely hidden by a white thong. Megan paused, searching the eyes of the men for any sign of mercy. None was found. She reached behind and unsnapped her bra. Instinctively, she held the fabric to her breasts before resigning herself to the circumstances and letting it fall to the deck. Her breasts dropped heavily and then bounced upwards again exposing dark brown nipples surrounded by even darker brown areolae.

As if synchronized, Peter and Ed licked their lips, each wondering and even hoping that the brutal assault that would soon be unleashed on Catherine would fail to satisfy them and that they’d get the chance to abuse this young woman who stood before them, near naked and trembling with fear.