Joanne and I had been friends since first grade, and even though she was a really pretty girl, I always treated her like one of the guys. When we turned ten, Joanne began going through behavioral changes, and it seemed to get progressively worse. We had such a great friendship; we could talk about almost anything, but she didn’t seem to want open up about what was causing her so much mental anguish. I often racked my brain trying to figure out what was causing the changes in her, but to no avail. I knew that her mother had run off with another man a few years ago, so living with her father and older brother didn’t give her anyone to talk to about girl stuff, but I didn’t think that would be enough to make her unstable.
When we turned 13, I was starting to look differently at girls and that included Joanne. Our relationship had deteriorated somewhat due to the changes in her, but we were still good friends. Joanne had matured so quickly, I almost didn’t recognize that tomboy friend that I had for all those years. She had long blonde hair, large breasts and a real curvy figure, and her face had grown more beautiful than ever. Those baby blue eyes and pouty lips of hers were enough to hypnotize you into a trance. I noticed at school that she got a lot of attention from the boys, but she seemed to be shunned by the girls. They were probably jealous of the way she got the boys attention, without even trying. She sometimes mentioned to me that it makes her uncomfortable when boys stare at her, and when I told her that it was because she was beautiful, she clammed up and wouldn’t talk any more.
I was going through the change from kid to man, and my nights became filled with fantasies about girls, masturbation, and especially about Joanne. I thought of the different things I could do with that hot body of hers, and I would ejaculate almost instantly. When Joanne and I were together, I had to be careful to hide the bulge in my pants, because I didn’t want to mess up our friendship, but she was so hot, I seemed to be permanently hard around her. The first time she caught me staring at her breasts, she started crying, and told me that she thought I was different from the other boys, but maybe she had been mistaken. As hard as I tried to explain, it didn’t do any good, and for the next couple of weeks, she avoided me.
The next time I saw Joanne was when I found her sitting on the curb in front of my house, balling her eyes out. I sat with her and tried to comfort her, but when my arm moved to give her a hug, she screamed and pulled away. When she finally pulled herself together, she looked me straight in the eyes, and asked me if I had ever considered killing someone.
I was beginning to worry more and more about her mental state, so I Said “Joanne, what the hell are you thinking, asking me something like that”?
She said “I think about it a lot, and wondered if maybe you did too”.
I was still in shock, so I asked her “is it me you are thinking about killing”?
“No, it’s my fucking father and older brother, who need killing, and I will find a way to do it”.
“Why would you want to kill them? What did they do to make you feel that way”?
“I can’t talk about it, but you watch the news channel, because you will see that I am going to be arrested for a double homicide”
“Joanne, you are talking crazy, and you are scaring me”.
“If I’m scaring you, go away and leave me alone”.
“I don’t want to leave you alone Joanne. We have been friends for a long time, and I care about you”.
“I have to go. Please don’t tell anyone what we talked about”.
Even though I was not that mature, I thought I may have finally figured out what had gone on with Joanne. Her father and older brother are probably abusing her, and that must be why she wants to kill them. I ran after Joanne, and when I caught up to her, I took her hand and told her to follow me to the park. She didn’t resist, but she looked puzzled, so when we finally sat down on a bench, she asked me what the hell I was doing.
“Joanne, I care about you so much, that I have racked my brain for three years now, trying to figure out what was going on with you, and I think I finally know what it is. Your father and brother are abusing you, aren’t they”?
Joanne began sobbing and put her head on my shoulder, so I pulled her in and hugged her tightly. She didn’t have to answer me; I knew right then that those bastards had been doing things to her for at least three years. I don’t know how long we held that position, but she couldn’t stop crying and I didn’t want to let her out of my embrace. When she finally was able to speak, she told me that things started happening when she was ten. Her father and brother would be up late drinking, and then would come in to her room. It started out with touching and gradually progressed to a lot more. She didn’t tell me what that was, but it didn’t take much imagination to figure it out.
She told me that she wasn’t taking it anymore, and she had stashed two butcher knives in her bed. The next time they come for her, she is going to kill them, and then run away.
“Joanne, I will do whatever it takes to help you, but you must promise me that you won’t stab them, because you will spend the rest of your life in prison”.
“You don’t get it. Those two violate my body almost every night, and I’m not taking it anymore”.
Somehow, I had to find a way to stop the abuse, but until I could figure something out, I had to get her away from her house. I came up with a plan, so I told her that we had to go back to my house for a few minutes. When we got there, I prepared a letter on my computer that read as follows:
To: Joanne’s father and brother
We know what you have been doing to Joanne at night. The pinhole camera that was placed in her bedroom captured everything that you two rapists did to her, and the videotapes proving what you did to her will not be turned over to the police if you agree to the following:
1. Joanne will never return to your house, and you will not tell anyone, or report her missing.
If you do, the tapes will be delivered to the police.
2. If you attempt to locate her, the tapes will be delivered to the police.
3. If you come to her school, or interfere with her classes in any way, well you know the drill.
4. Look over your shoulders constantly, since we will be watching you.
A group of concerned citizens
Joanne liked my plan, but also had a lot of questions, and unfortunately, I didn’t have the answers yet. We had to go to her house and get some of her things before her father and brother got home from work, so we printed out the letter and headed out.
We packed as much of her stuff as we could, left the letter in the mailbox and then headed back to my house. I figured that I could hide her in my room for at least one night, and that would give us a chance to complete the plan. After my parents were gone to their usual Saturday shopping runs in the morning, we would be alone for a couple of hours and then we could make our escape.
My parents weren’t home from work, so Joanne and I stashed her stuff in my room and then sat on the bed to start working on a plan. Joanne asked if she had time to take a shower before my parents got home, so I said sure and got her a towel. When Joanne returned to my room, she had forgotten to take clean clothes with her, so she was just wrapped in the towel. My cock hardened as I looked at this gorgeous half naked goddess walking into my room, but I had to cover it up, because the last thing she needs now is another unwelcome cock. I couldn’t help myself, as I watched the beads of water running between her breasts and my cock began to throb uncontrollably. I just knew that she saw it, and I froze.
“Don’t worry. I’m not upset at you. I really appreciate what you are doing to help me, and it’s not your fault that I am standing in your bedroom half naked”.
“I am really sorry Joanne. The truth is that you are so beautiful, I can’t control my body’s reaction. Really though, don’t be scared. I would never ever do anything to you, like those bastards did at your house”.
“I know that, so just relax while I get dressed”.
Joanne turned her back, dropped the towel, and started getting dressed. Even looking at just her naked backside, my cock throbbed and leaked. I heard a car in the driveway, so I quickly closed my bedroom door, and then went to the window, to see who it was. My parents were home, so I went down to say hello, and told them I would be in my room working on a school project.
I felt bad leaving her alone at suppertime, but I couldn’t think of any way to work around it. Joanne would have to wait for something to eat, until my parents went to bed. I said goodnight to my parents at 11 o’clock, and took some food to my room for Joanne. She was already asleep in my bed, so I just left the food, and then slipped in beside her. I could see that she was only wearing a t-shirt and panties, so my cock started acting up again. I thought to myself that if there was any contact, and she felt my erection, she would go nuts. It would be too painful a reminder of what she had endured at home. Mind you, that didn’t seem to register with my cock, since it was sticking straight out, and throbbing.
As I lay facing away from Joanne, I knew that I wasn’t going to get much sleep, so I rolled onto my back, not thinking about my cock tenting the blankets.
Then I heard “Is that going to be a problem”?
“Sorry Joanne. It’s got a mind of its own”.
I rolled on to my side facing her, making sure my erection was far away from her, and swore to her that I would never do anything to hurt her, and wished I could control myself better.
"I trust you and know that you wouldn’t hurt me, so just relax and forget about the monster under the blankets”.
“So now it’s a monster, is it”?
“I’m just kidding you. I know that you are self conscious because you have an erection, so I was trying to help you relax”.
After another hour of talking, and then tossing and turning, we finally fell asleep. I woke up at 7 o’clock and was surprised to find Joanne spooning me from behind. Her arm was thrown over my waist and unfortunately because my cock was now aware of the spooning, it throbbed and hit her hand. She awoke to the throb, and I expected to hear a scream, but she simply said good morning, and rolled over on to her back. I rolled over facing her and told her that my parents should be leaving any time now for the commuter train, so she would be able to go to the bathroom, as soon as the car pulled out. I was so shocked when she hugged me into her body to thank me again for everything I was doing for her. My erection stuck right into her hip area, and she never flinched. I sure did though. The throbbing was so noticeable, that she asked me if the monster was okay.
I said that the monster was okay, but he was having difficulty since I had brought him such a gorgeous lady. Joanne kissed me on the lips, for the first time in our lives, and I was so shocked, I didn’t even kiss her back. She apologized and said that she had got carried away.
“You don’t have to apologize Joanne. It’s just that we have never kissed before, and since we were just discussing the monster, I didn’t feel it appropriate to kiss you”.
“Well kiss me now silly boy, because it’s only a sign of affection. I’m sure you will keep the monster in his cage”.
As I leaned in to kiss her, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in tightly. My erect cock was pushing into her side, but then she rolled onto her side facing me, so my erection was now pushing against her pussy. I was so wet, and it was all I could do to keep myself from parting her legs and ravishing her. Our kiss had turned from a friend’s kiss into a lover’s kiss in an instant, and our tongues were now in each other’s mouths. Joanne was grinding her pussy mound into my erect cock, and I thought I would blow, if we didn’t back off.