The moment Maria came into the living room where I was playing around with altering Vicky and casually dropped a bombshell saying, "Get up. Get ready. Mom and Pops want us downstairs for a family meeting," I thought my heart was going to burst!
Was they watching us on the video intercom? Was we sitting where they could see Vicky sprawled out as naked as the day she was born, watching dumbfounded as I played around with shading artificial tan lines on her body to make a tattoo pattern? Currently, I had a gorgeous tan-and-pale flame pattern emblazoned across her whole body from head to toe. Can they see that? See the pile of various colored hair heaped in the floor around us?
Panicking, I didn't *think* there was any cameras facing in this direction. The intercom was right outside this room and in the hallway; there shouldn't be any way they could see in here with it. Right? Unless there's a reflection? Or a different camera hidden somewhere? After all, could you blame them if they installed secret spy cams to make certain I didn't assault Maria or something? I couldn't! Hell, *I'd* never trust *me* to be alone with a beauty like her! Why should our parents??
Chuckling as if she could read my mind, Maria simply slid into one of my oversized shirts and proclaimed, "I'm ready. Let's go."
What?! Wait! Wait… What?? Where's her bottom? Her shoes? Her HAIR?? How the hell can Maria be "ready" with just my shirt? Blinking stupidly, I just shrugged my shoulders and decided, "To hell with it."
"Vicky," I ordered, "get bald and fix your body to look like it normally would when you go to school." Not taking time to watch the changes occur, I went into my room and slipped into my old sweatpants which were laying on the floor. Going back into the living room, I just pointed over to the black miniskirt and half-top Vicky had worn out to eat in the other day. "Wear those, but forget the boots," I told her, heading over to take Maria's arm with my own.
Buttoning only the single button up top, the Vicky left the rest undone as she turned them to the side to freely reveal her bare hips. A quick toss of the top over her head, and she was bouncing happily over to join us as we went down to join our family.
Going outside and down the steps, I couldn't help but think about how odd this whole situation was. I probably hadn't seen Father or Nother for at least a month — probably closer to two, in all honesty. We never ate together. Never spoke. Heck, they didn't even bother to contact us when Vicky decided to move in!
Everything was just odd about this family meeting, and I was already on edge alert, as we opened the door downstairs and walked into Father's half of the condominium.
"There's my baby!" Almost as soon as we stepped through the door, Maria's mother rushed up and engulfed her in a protective embrace. "Are you okay? Is everything good?" I know she's always been one to be concerned over Maria, but this seemed particularly like overkill this afternoon.
"I'm fine mom. Geeze!" Squirming out of her mother's embrace, it was obvious Maria was starting to be affected by the overly somber atmosphere as well.
Father was sitting on a stool, slowly sipping from a drink at the downstair's bar, his face drawn tight and serious. Maria's mother sat a few seats down from him, gently shaking a gin-and-tonic, while obviously appraising Vicky from head to toe. Smiling lightly, she nodded gently to Vicky, apparently oddly satisfied with the state of "almost-undressed" that she was in.
That woman is weird!
"Kids, we have a couple of important things to discuss with you," my father told us dryly.
"Are we in some sort of trouble?" I had to ask. Everything was just too out of place down here.
"No, no, no," Nother rushed to assure us. "You kids aren't in any trouble." Taking the opportunity, she embraced and held Maria tight in her arms again.
"It's just," Vicky's mom spoke up, taking over the conversation from there, "we want to know how well you kids know that Brock boy. He escaped from the hospital several days ago, as all of you probably know by now, and the police are asking anyone for leads as to his current whereabouts. Do any of you know where he might be now? Any place he might be staying at, or taking refuge?"
"Not really." Shrugging my shoulders, I was happy to learn this was all about that idiot. "Why? What has balls for brains did this time?" I had to ask, since it just seemed like there was more to the story. Why were the police asking for leads to chase down an idiot jock like Brock? It didn't quite make sense. Just stake out his rich old man's place, and he'd lead them to him. Brock couldn't do anything without his daddy's money and influence.
"That… That's something we wanted to talk to you guys about," my father spoke up somberly. "The news is reporting that Brock is the suspect in the murder of a local park ranger…"
"That.. That boy is sick," Maria's mother injected, barely whispering as she held Maria tightly in her embrace. "They… One of the rookies on the police force got sick and let it slip… They're claimed that boy cut up that nice park ranger and stuck part of his body in a blender with a bunch of tomatoes and celery…
"He.. He *drank* him!" Turning completely pale, Maria's mother looked like she was going to throw up at any moment.
"Brock?! That dufus did something like that??" Wide eyed, Vicky shook her head in total disbelief. "I… I can't imagine him doing something like that. He never even liked to look at raw meat before! Said it made his stomach queezy."
"The experts are saying he had a complete psychotic break," Vicky's mom explained calmly. "The reports that are coming in right now — it's breaking news all over the air, which is why we wanted to call you all down here to talk about this before you saw it on your own first — are all blaming it on the incompetence of the prison guards when he was locked up."
"Apparently," my father took over again, "he was accidentally transferred into the wrong wing of the prison. Instead of putting him in General Population for holding, he was transferred into the wing for the lifers."
"That poor boy…" Maria's mom looked like she was almost ready to cry. "Sodomized by half a dozen brutal men, and then they cut off his manhood and…" Whatever actually happened to his manliness, she couldn't say. Nother just trailed off softly and shook her head from side to side sadly.
"We haven't seen him," Vicky assured our parents. "I know he's talked about having a cabin near the water where him and the boys on the football team would go and hangout to drink and party sometimes, but I don't know exactly where it's at. I was never into that kind of scene," she offered, trying to be helpful.
"His family also owns some sort of old building outside of town," Maria added. "It used to be some sort of antique shop, and his father was going to renovate it into office space, but couldn't. Something about being twenty-three feet, or some such, outside of the town water and sewer connections. One of the girls in the library was talking about going there with him once. I think he let her keep an old music box for a blowjob."
"Maria!" Gasping, Maria's mother stared at her like she was almost an alien creature.
"What? It's the truth," Maria shrugged innocently. "I just thought I'd mention it. If he's the type to pay her, who knows who else he may have been paying off for services rendered. Everyone looks at his family as being high-classed citizens, but the truth is Brock might be hiding out at some local skank's house he knows of."
"That's an interesting possibility, young lady." Taking out her iPad, Vicky's moment took a moment to type out several notes. "Any idea what that young girl's name might be?"
"Absolutely," Maria nodded affirmatively. "I'm not an idiot after all. But, before you even ask, I'm not saying who it is. She may be slutty, but she's a good girl. Some dumbass prosecutor looking to make a nice for himself by 'cleaning up our schools' would probably charge her for prostitution, or something else equality stupid.
"You and the cops can ask around and find her on your own," Maria snorted coldly. "If you can't find her, then get someone with authority to promise not to target or harass her, and then I'll give you her name."
"Maria!" Father raised her voice and glared hard at her. "The boys a murderer!"
"And?" Defiantly, Maria was completely unflustered. "What are they going to do? Spank me?" Snorting loudly, Maria looked completely resolute. "I'm not going to be one responsible for, or participating in, any sort of stupid witch hunt."
"Ha! Ha! I like you, girl!" Holding her glass up towards Maria, Vicky's mom offered her a warm salute. "You remind me of myself when I was your age. If the cops need that girl's name, they'll just have to agree with your demand to not charge her with anything. Sounds like a fair trade to me!"
That woman truly is a politician all the way through and through!
"Well I don't know squat," I told them all defensively. "I'm fat, lazy, and indulge in too much television and video games. Brock is a jock, works out, and stays after school to play sports every day. We're barely in the same solar system, much less near each other's orbits."
"Fine…" Rubbing his head as if he was tired, Father turned up his drink and took a big swig out of it. "For now," he told us, "we don't want any of you kids leaving the house and going to school. Apparently this all started from him shoving you into a pool or something, so we're afraid he might end up trying to come after you."
Into a pool… Or something… Nice to see how much my father's been keeping up with all the details in my life!
"Don't worry," Vicky's mom told us. "Chances are there's not going to be many going to school for now anyway. Several students and parents have already agreed to boycott classes until they drop all punishments against the students who participated in the protests the other day."
"Hell, sign me up for those protests," I told them. "I wasn't there, but it's not right for the school to try and blame Vicky for everything. From what I've heard, she worked hard to maintain the order, not destroy it."
"However you want to call it," Father sighed, shrugging uncaringly. "If you guys want or need a tutor, we'll take care of that. Otherwise, it's up to you to decide if you want online classes or independent studies. We can sign you up for either. We just don't want you leaving the house for now, until that boy is caught by the police."
"Got it," I agreed.
And with that, our new life in lockdown started immediately.