Thumper (The Mandarin Connection Book 8)
Thumper
A Stepbrother Romance
By Stephanie Brother
© 2019 Stephanie Brother
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EXCERPT
We were riding in the Jeep, back to our home.
My father was driving the vehicle, and I felt oddly safe.
Ever since the accident, any time I went anywhere in a car I was terrified.
I knew it was highly unlikely anything bad would happen, but the feelings were real.
I tried to take my mind off of it.
I turned to David Keith, who had been avoiding me since the briefing.
“What did you see, Thumper?” I asked.
He wouldn’t look at me.
Ever since the briefing, he kept looking away, from me, and towards Stinger.
His face held a sad smile.
“I love you, Bea,” he suddenly admitted.
My heart skipped a beat.
“What? Why would you say that, just now?” I asked, astonished.
I mean, I know how I felt about him.
About Stinger.
I knew that I shouldn’t feel ashamed of that love.
But, to hear it stated so baldly, so raw like that.
I was suddenly afraid.
“I can’t tell you, Bea,” he whispered.
“Why? Is it a big secret?” I asked.
“No. It’s just too big. Too fucking big. Words fail me…” he said, quietly.
He looked at me, and for the first time, I really sensed the depth of his emotions towards me.
I feared I had hurt him, when I had kissed Stinger, that fateful night long ago.
“Even if I could tell you, I just don’t have the words to describe what I saw. I just…There were a bunch of people surrounding a woman. A woman we meet…a long time from now,” he said.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
“What do you mean? Did you…did you see…the future?” I said, shocked.
Thumper nodded silently.
Stinger, who up to now had been sitting back in his seat, was white as a ghost.
“A…a…possible, future, Bea,” he said.
“What the fuck? What’s all this sci-fi nonsense?” I shouted.
“It’s true! I saw it, too!” Stinger protested.
“Then, what the hell did you see?” I said.
The fear in me only grew.
“We can’t tell you, Bea,” said Thumper.
Stinger nodded, and both of my brothers wept openly.
I joined them, truly afraid.
Contents
EXCERPT
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
EPILOGUE – Thirteen Years Later
EPILOGUE II – Some Time Later
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PROLOGUE
The Frenchman watched as the cars went by, on the road below his perch.
It was chilly, up on the side of the hill, in the gloaming.
He pulled his hoodie over his head, and resumed peering through his binoculars at the oncoming traffic.
He was looking for one particular vehicle.
He whistled tunelessly, trying to concentrate on the task at hand.
The Frenchman was very good at this kind of work, and took great pleasure in inflicting the maximum amount of disruption to his targets.
Empathy wasn’t something he felt, nor entertained.
Lust, and violence, on the other hand, stirred him in an oddly specific way.
A way that was intertwined…
He thought of his reward, now waiting for him in a motel room not far from his current location.
Once his deed was done, he would avail himself of the charms of a darling, sweet cheerleader.
He laughed quietly, thinking of the debauchery to come.
The Frenchman barely noticed his mounting erection.
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“Do you think that Stinger will get picked up?” Bea asked.
Frank thought for a moment, and looked over to his wife, Bea’s mother.
He leaned over and kissed her cheek, causing her to swat playfully at him.
They were comfortable, and content in their relationship.
Frank had initially worried that Agnes’ ex-husband, a Marine, would cause some issues when he married her.
But Mike was never around, except to once or twice visit his daughter on a birthday or holiday.
Such was the difficult life of the military family, but Frank had done his best to parent Bea, and make her feel welcome and part of a new, closer family.
“I surely hope so! He works so hard! And David-Keith as well!” exclaimed Mom.
Bea chuckled at how, regardless of how many times other people called her sons by their nicknames, Mom could always be counted on to recite their given names instead.
Bea piloted the car around and over the hills, the dusk beginning to darken as the sun set behind the flowing fields of corn and wheat.
She loved this time of day, when all the troubles faded with the sunlight, to be faced on the morrow.
She reached over to turn the volume up on the radio, and took her eyes off the road for only a second.
*****
The Frenchman saw his target approaching.
Almost at the same time, the voice in his earpiece alerted him.
“They’re almost here, lover,” came the female voice in his ear.
“I can’t wait to suck your dick, to swallow your seed,” it hissed.
His erection was noticeable to him now, but he forced himself to concentrate fully.
Setting his binoculars down, he walked over near the road, where he had prepared his package for delivery.
He hefted the carcass, and took his position, behind a boulder.
“I’m going to suuuuccckkkk you until you are dryyyy,” the voice giggled in his ear.
His erection was now something very profound indeed!
The Frenchman hoisted the deer, and, as Bea rounded the corner, he walked out into the road and tossed it directly onto the windscreen.
The car screeched once, then swung off the road, plunging down the embankment.
“I want to slurrrppp your cock, and lick your hairy balls, suck them deep into my throooattttt!!” the girl’s voice sang in his ear.
The Frenchman adjusted his massive hard-on, and walked over to the edge of the cliff.
The car was at the bottom of a ravine, one of the occupants having been ejected part way down the cliff.
He saw smoke rising from the vehicle, as the wheels spun, and the motor ran down, the gas line severed.
He suspected it would catch fire and burn, saving him the trouble of having to climb down and finish the job.
The Frenchman thought about his options, and decided that the passengers and driver were probably dead.
Unlike his very hard penis….
The voice in his ear sounded breathless, and needy, and ready.
“Where are you, Frenchie? I miss you!” it pouted.
That decided his next course of action.
He peered at the wreckage, convinced that the job was done.
Retrieving his tools and binoculars, he surveyed the location, confident no one would be able to find his tracks.
Then, he made one of the few errors he’d ever made in his short career, and left for his rendezvous.
*****
Frank saw the deer, and something else.
It looked like a man, in a football jersey, holding a deer.
He shouted to Bea, who looked up, just as the man threw the deer into their path.
Bea screamed, and swung the wheel wide.
“No!” Frank shouted, knowing instinctively what was coming next.
He reached over Agnes to shield her as Bea stomped the brakes, and the car lost control.
As it crashed through the railing and over the precipice, he covered Agnes with his body.
The car sailed down, hitting hard on first impact with the hillside, and Agnes flew past him, right out the front window.
Frank yelled as his arms broke, hitting the back of the passenger’s side front seat, and his right leg snapped in half at the knee.
Agnes traveled out of the car, shattering the windshield with her head, killing her instantly, as it punched a hole into the glass.
The car rolled, and impacted again, the force tearing her head from her body, where it rolled off into the forest and came to a rest, her eyes still moving, and her tongue lolling out.
The car continued to roll, and her body fell out, tumbling down the hill until it came to a stop against a tree stump.
Frank bounced and hit his head against the rear windshield, knocking him unconscious, and also knocking most of his teeth out.
The blow fractured his skull, and the next roll pushed his head under the seats in front.
As the car smashed down one final time, on its roof, it caved in, driving the steel and cushioned seats flat against the bottom.
Frank’s head was crushed by this, and his body flopped in its final spasms, his bladder and bowels voiding and soiling his dungarees.
His arm beat a rapid tattoo on the driver’s side rear window, which somehow had not broken.
*****
Bea, who was wearing a seatbelt, only had enough time, to stomp the brake pedal, when the deer smashed the glass and showered her face with shards.
She screamed once, twice and three times, as the car went over the side, and rolled down the hill.
She thought she saw her mother, smiling at her, as she went out of the car, and realized there was something odd about the scene.
It eluded her, briefly, until she remembered that her mother’s head was normally attached to her neck.
She felt the thuds as the car came to rest on its roof, and then could barely breath, as the steering wheel was flattened against her.
The motor was running, and there was the smell of gasoline, as she lost consciousness.
Then, there was nothing but silence and darkness.
*****
The Frenchman walked down to where the cheerleader waited for him, at the base of the hill.
He got in the driver’s seat, and buckled himself into the vehicle.
As he adjusted the mirror, and began to drive off, Michelle unzipped his pants and took his erect penis from them.
Then, she made good her promise, and crammed all of his manhood deep into her mouth.
The Frenchman laughed as he drove to the motel, to consummate his victory.
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CHAPTER ONE
BEA
It’s been almost two months since the accident that claimed the lives of my Mother and Frank.
I was pretty badly beaten up in the crash. I broke my arm, one leg, and my nose. I guess I should consider myself lucky to be alive.
The first three weeks I was in a coma. I didn’t know anything after the car hit the deer.
I don’t even remember the deer…
Stinger and Thumper came by to visit every day.
The police officers and doctors agreed that I shouldn’t be told about my parents for a bit, even though that was the first question I asked.
I could tell from the way they were avoiding the answer that it was really bad.
I cried myself to sleep for days, and the twins took turns trying to comfort me.
But, they were also dealing with the loss of our parents.
Thumper especially was moody, though.
I asked him what was wrong, and he just stared out the window, his jaw clenched.
He wouldn’t talk to me.
I knew what he was feeling, I thought, so I didn’t push it.
Stinger read me stories from the newspaper, and also my favorite books, which were the James Herriot books about being a veterinarian in England.
His voice soothed me, and I especially loved it when he read to me from “All Things Great and Small.”
I laughed out loud at some of the tales.
Stinger would smile, careful not to make his delivery too funny.
After all, it still hurt my face; but it also helped my heart heal from the ragged wound it had endured.
The funeral for Mother and Frank was simple, and attended by a lot of their friends and neighbors.
The legal stuff took a few more months, but in the end, the twins inheritance managed to take the financial worries away for a time.
We weren’t rich, but our parents had the foresight to set up a trust fund from the life insurance proceeds that would cover our tuition and some other items for college.
There was enough left that the boys didn’t have to drop out.
Stinger was made an offer at the end of the year to join an NFL feeder team, but declined it with the stipulation that the offer remained open for at least one more year.
It was a pretty generous offer, and it seemed that Mr. Norton had a hand in it.
There was a surprising amount of people who volunteered to help look after our apiary, and tend to the bees.
When the twins and I later tried to find them to pay them for their services, we couldn’t seem to find anyone who knew just who did what.
We donated to one of Mother’s favorite charities, The ARC, in her and Frank’s names.
A lot of my classmates, and most of my cheerleader squad had shown up to the funeral, as well.
Everyone was sad, and tried to cheer me up.
They all told me that it was just a horrible accident, and could hap
pen to anyone.