Twisted Tale

Twisting the Pain Away

Across the garden. Over the field. Into the wood that she knew so well.

Content Warning — This is not a pretty story, it’s about a dysfunctional family. If this is likely to trigger you, then please do not read.

Lana lives with her dad and stepmother. Her older stepbrother, Mikey, moved out the previous year.

Lana was out of breath when she ran into the house looking slightly dishevelled. She was wearing a grubby pair of jeans and a t-shirt that had clearly seen better days. Just as she was about to disappear upstairs, her stepmother, Nora, shouted “Get ‘ere gal.”

Lana assumed Nora was cross because she was late back from the woods. However, there were other matters Nora wanted to discuss. Grabbing her husband from the kitchen she continued, “Frank, do you know what Lana was doing this affey? I caught her pulling legs from a spider. She’s twisted. Have a word with her. She never used to be like this, I swear she was a sweet little kid once.”

Frank put an arm around Lana’s shoulders.

“C’mon luv. Cut her some slack. She’s not even thirteen, still a kid really.”

But, smiling at his daughter, he could tell she was growing up fast.

Lana took the opportunity to escape to her bedroom.

“All I know is my Mikey weren’t doing stuff like that at her age. Decent kid he was. And look at him now. Got a job and his own flat-share. Not even twenty years old. Proud, I am.”

Nora’s son, Mikey had moved out the year before, but was not shy of bringing his washing back for his Mum to deal with.

Fourteen

A few years passed and Lana, although not overly social, had a talent for sports. She joined the local running club for under eighteens. Ben, a boy from school, had also signed up. Lana decided she quite liked him.

“What are you, Ben, a wimp? It’s not even seven o’clock. Won’t be dark in the woods for ages.”

“Oh, go on then.” Ben gave into her charms. Lana was a looker. No mistake. Silken hair the colour of gold and eyes as warm as a summer’s day.

The two teenagers sat in the middle of a copse chatting and getting to know each other. Ben liked the way Lana threw her head back when she laughed. Perhaps the rumours about her being weird were wrong. As dusk took hold, he tentatively put a hand on her thigh. Like a bird homing for the night, Lana took to her legs and flew. Navigating the twists and turns at speed, a route she had taken many times before. Ben tried to follow but couldn’t keep up.

“I can’t see Lana. You have the torch. It’s pitch black, HEY wait up — I’m sca…” He bellowed through the trees.

Lana laughed all the way home. And again, when she heard he had been stuck in the woods the whole night long. That would teach him, she thought. His parents said it was a good job it had been a mild evening.

“What kinda kid would do such a thing?” Nora asked Frank. “Mikey was always so kind to his friends.”

Lana sat listening at the top of the stairs — remembering a time when she had been kind and liked people, too.

Seventeen

At seventeen Lana was not short of admirers. But none of them seemed to last long. She was the topic of 6th form college gossip. Many surmising she must be frigid. However, Lana did take a fancy to one lad, Jake, who looked a little like Mikey. Blonde hair, long limbs and slender. A few times he knocked for her before the local gang went into town. The pair of them occasionally took the shortcut through the woods together.

“Eh, no ya don’t young lady.”

Lana was trying to quietly slip past her stepmother.

“Ge’ in the living room — Now. Your dad’s gonna have to hear about this. Don’t you dare move.”

Nora was red-faced. Frowning, she pushed back her greying hair, wondering how much more of this girl’s antics she could take.

“What?” Lana sighed, feigning innocence.

“Don’t pretend. I’m not an idiot. What ‘ave you gotta say? You’re one twisted bitch. Jake’s folks have been round. You were in the woods with him. Sucking him off — why you are doing that at your age, I don’t know. He said you bloody bit him — hard — you know, on the privates — and left him there doubled over in pain. Lana what is wrong with you?”

Lana sat in silence, hands folded in her lap, staring at a spot on the wallpaper in the distance.

Twenty

“I still can’t believe your Lana’s won that scholarship. It’s a bloody long way to go, though — Washington.”

“She’s always been sporty. Takes after me.” Frank joked, beaming at his daughter.

“Oh Frank, you are funny,” said Nora affectionately, rubbing her husband’s pot-belly.

Lana looked at the pair of them, knowing it was her own determination to escape that had landed the prize.

“Let’s ‘ave a party, after all it is her twentieth birthday too,” said Nora, thankful to be getting rid of the strange teenager.

Lana heard and exclaimed, uncharacteristically, “Oh that’s great! Don’t forget to invite Mikey.”

“That’s nice of you Lana. You seem to be getting more sociable. Kinder too. When we moved here you were such a thoughtful child. Remember Lana? You and Mikey were so close. Then he got his own place. I always thought it was such a shame you grew apart.”

Lana smiled. Her naturally pink lips glowing as she chewed her cherry bubble gum.

Party Time

The birthday girl and her stepbrother were dancing opposite each other. It wasn’t a large celebration, as Lana had only made a few friends in her short life, but still a small crowd of family and long term girlfriends had turned up to bid Lana a fond farewell; she was leaving the following day.

The music bounced off the walls.

“Come on everybody, lets do the …” blaring out from the speakers positioned in each corner of the room.

“I think she’s finally turned a corner, Frank. Seems a lot calmer — you know — since the things we don’t mention happened.”

Frank knew what had gone on. Although he’d been too embarrassed to speak to Lana about the fellatio incident and felt his wife had probably dealt out all the punishment needed. What he didn’t realise was Lana had lured many other boys into the woods for similar treatment. They just hadn’t told on her.

Now he could hardly believe she was so grown up and on her way to a new life.

Things had certainly not been easy. His first wife had died when his daughter was only six. He’d been unsure how to bring up a child alone — until he met Nora. Her son Mikey had been thirteen. A good kid and willing to give Lana his time. The pair of them had been inseparable for a few years. Once Mikey got his own place he’d even offered to babysit. Lana had eventually put a stop to that, saying she was old enough to take care of herself. That’s when she had started spending hours in the woods and became difficult to deal with. Frank had put it down to puberty.

Into the woods

As the song finished playing, Lana grabbed Mikey’s hand, and they disappeared through the back door. Across the garden. Over the field. Into the wood that she knew so well. She led him to the centre — where she had taken all the others.

But those had just been practice runs; this was for real.

She pushed him up against a tree. He was a willing captive. They kissed while he groped at her bum. Straight down on her knees, paying no mind to the nettles, she unzipped his trousers. His already erect cock bounced out in front of her face. A few good sucks from her bubble gum lips was all that was needed. She could tell he was close. Grabbing the thin elastic band from her pocket she twisted it, gently at first, around the base of his cock. Then still licking, so he had no idea what was coming next, she began to pull the band tighter and tighter. Finally, wrapping the end in a knot. The last thing she heard, before turning and running back to the house, was Mikey wailing like a tortured animal.

The following morning, he hadn’t returned.

Lana finished packing her suitcase. “He went off with some girl. He’ll go back to his flat when he’s had enough of her,” she lied, scratching at the rash on her knees, hidden by her jeans.

“Mikey was always popular with the gals.” Nora boasted.

Ignoring her step-mother Lana closed the suitcase and flung her arms around Frank. Holding him close.

“You’re the best, Dad!” She told him with tears in her eyes.

“Go on luv. Cab’s waiting.” Frank said, pulling a tissue from his pocket and blowing his nose.

One last glance around the room and Lana ran out to the waiting taxi.

Mikey turned up, eventually. The elastic had to be cut away. The doctor said he would suffer from some permanent damage.

Free

It was not until she was on the plane that Lana finally breathed a sigh of relief. Free, at last.

She pushed Mikey firmly out of her mind for the first time in eight years. For the first time since that night when he’d ‘taken care’ of her while their parents went to the pub. He had been nineteen then, Lana only twelve. She had thought Mikey was fun. Trusted him. But then it got serious. What happened that night had twisted Lana’s heart, and her mind.

Even though she wouldn’t forget what he did, she was now free of him — safe in the knowledge that he could never… again… force himself on another young girl and annihilate her spirit.

The air-steward interrupted Lana’s thoughts by asking if she needed anything.

“No, thank you. I am absolutely fine,” she replied, looking out of the cabin window at the sun shining on the clouds below.

And she was.

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