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Angie gratefully accepted. Yep, they were definitely her favorite couple.  

* * *

She thought that together they looked like a faun and a grizzly: an odd couple but all the more cute for it. Angie liked the low grumble of Jed's voice, and the way the two of them chattered (well, Mindy chattered, with occasional low-voiced interjections from her man) through the thin walls as they fixed her bed together, while she lay soaking in a hot claw-foot bubble bath. Their love was sweet, and she'd already begun to think of them as 'Gentle Jed' and 'Mother Mindy'. She forgave herself this weird little intimacy. She'd been through a lot these last few weeks, and these were two people she felt immediately, totally comfortable with: like a lost tribe, or long-absent friends. 

She washed the mud and sweat down the drain and refilled the bath, feeling the bubbles pop against her tingling rolls of flesh, lathered soap making her slippery, steam rising in sensual tendrils above the water. 

"Are you okay in there, honey?" Mindy's voice called out.

"Yepper!" Angie trilled back.

"Well we're going to turn in, but your bed is ready to go in the living room. I laid out a little snack for you too, just in case you need it. You sleep tight, now!"

"G'night, Angie,” Jed rumbled, his laconic farewell muffled by the door but unmistakably pleasant.

She felt like she'd known the couple for years. Together, they seemed to have everything Angie hoped for: a warm home, the comfort they offered to each other, filled with complete trust. They made her feel safe.

As the minutes of soaking wore on, Angie's mind wandered to the men in the diner, the way they looked at her. Even the women seemed fixated on her presence, though not in the jealous way she was used to back in the city. She ran through their faces in her mind as she soaked: their wide brows, assorted noses, lips, teeth and hair, all different and yet somehow very much the same. 

She started to imagine their chests, then their stout bellies, and huge hands. She remembered how she must have affected them, with her almost-bare breasts and panting breath, and what they must be doing now while her own hands flitted through the water's surface... As if the cosmos was trying to illustrate her point, she gradually became aware of the moaning seeping through the paper-thin walls of Mindy's house. The harmony of high, aching moans and visceral grunts confirmed that she was hearing her hosts making love. Embarrassed again, she sunk her head beneath the water, but it did little to blot out their ardent sound effects. 

Despite herself, she found she listened intently. She'd never touched herself before, terrified of her parent's warnings, of bringing their enemies to the door, of losing everything in her life that mattered most. But they were all gone now anyway, and in the weeks rambling through the forest, Angie had felt her loins stirring in a way she'd never known before.

The creaking of the bed grew louder, and Angie could make out words among the moaning — words tight with lust, begging, and whimpering, and ecstatic whispers, until it seemed like they were right there in the bathroom with Angie, twisting and grunting and thrusting with frenzied pleasure. She could imagine Jed's gnarled hands gripping Mindy's backside, driving himself between her thighs; the pumping and grinding Angie saw in her mind driving her own motions. Beneath the water, she squeezed and tweaked her nipples, teasing the swollen nub between her lower lips with pruned fingers while her hosts fucked in the room next door, trying not to splash the water from the tub while her hips bucked beneath the surface. Her own ministrations grew in intensity with the muffled cries next door, until Angie found herself coming for the very first time: waves of ecstasy passing over her whole body as she listened to her new friends doing the same. She held her hand over her mouth to muffle her own cries, biting her knuckle as tears formed in the corner of her eyes, and she shook uncontrollably with pleasure. 

How strange her life had become these days, Angie thought after she finally finished lazing in the bathtub, dragging her quivering limbs from the cooling water. She inspected her naked body in the mirror: the curves so plump and full she had to run her hands over them to be sure of their realness, the heavy curtain of hair already starting to dry, the silky weight of it teasing her pink nipples as she gazed at her reflection. She imagined being suckled, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't picture
one
man toying with her breasts, but always two. In her mind, her plump full bosoms required two men for some reason, and her fantasies had been like that ever since she could remember. She squeezed her bountiful body into a set of Mindy's old pajamas, thoughtfully laid out for her beside a peanut-butter sandwich and another dram of whiskey. Settling into a warm bed for the first time in weeks, she sighed a contented, rumbling sigh. 

When dreams overtook her, she was still somewhere warm and safe, and even though she didn't know where she was or how she'd come to be there, or knew what she'd found there, she somehow knew she was loved and blissfully happy. She was absolutely sure of it.

Chapter 2

Angie woke to the sound of crackling eggs and the smell of bacon crisping under the broiler. Jed was buttering thick slabs of toast, while Mindy shuffled in front of the stove in a dressing gown, coffee mug clutched in one hand and spatula in the other. Both of them looked a little worse for the wear but cheerful, as fresh mountain light streamed through the open curtains.

Angie yawned loudly, covering her mouth and blushing when she realized just how loud it was. Her mother always told her she roared on waking, but her happy hosts merely took it as a cue to bring her a steaming mug of her own, which she accepted eagerly. 

"Breakfast is almost ready!” Mindy chirped, and Jed pulled out a chair for her. They'd left a pair of bear claw slippers by the bedside, which Angie slipped her feet into with a wry smile. 

"I hope you like bacon and eggs, because I've made a lot of 'em,” Mindy said as she set down three comically over-stacked plates. Jed, for his part, had his knife and fork ready and waiting, falling on the dish like a grizzly bear. Angie took to her food with only slightly less vigor. 

"So, Jed and I wondered what you planned to do while you're in town? Because let me tell you right off the bat, you can stay as long as you like. Not that you
have
to stay of course. But if you were planning on it, well, this really is a great town." Mindy seemed a little flustered, but Angie just assumed the older woman wasn't much good at ordered thought in the morning.

Certainly, Angie was having trouble interpreting the looks the couple gave each other over the breakfast table, and she couldn't be sure whether she should attribute them to Mindy's halting offer or the discreet rocking motion of her arm under the rim of the table.  Angie busied herself with her meal and resolved to let her hosts have their fun. She kept her eyes fixed on her plate.

"I... I think I'm going to stay in town at least a while. But I don't want to impose..."

"Not at all!" Mindy blurted out eagerly, her miniature outburst covering a rumbling groan from Jed. "I tell you what, after I go to work, Jed should drive you round to the garage! Those boys are just about the only secure trade in a town like this; besides slingin' hash for the folks like I do, fixing up cracked carburettors is what makes money around here. Those boys are sure to have something for you to do over there, don't you reckon, Jed?"

The man didn't respond, just breathed in deeply and rolled his eyes a little.

"That means yes."

"So I could get a job?” Angie couldn’t believe her ear. “Sounds good to me!"

"Perfect!" Mindy cried, as Jed's breathing grew even heavier. "I left some clothes for you in my bedroom if you want to get yourself ready. The dress might be a little tight but it’s stretchy, and I’m sure you'll look beautiful,” Mindy winked.

Angie thanked her and excused herself to go and get dressed. As she pulled the door closed, she heard the hurried sound of scraping chairs and overt gasping, the walls doing nothing to mask the fervent sucking sounds now pervading the kitchen, and Jed's now familiar rumble. The thought of how those two had looked after her without a moment's thought made her glad that her uncanny gift was doing the pair some good. She could hardly begrudge them a little slightly risqué behavior after the kindness they'd shown her. 

The thought of the two of them in the kitchen together gave her so many different feelings, most of which she couldn't explain or understand. She couldn't help but peek at the couple, though she knew it was an invasion. Gingerly, she crept to the door and peered through a gap in the rickety frame.

She saw Mindy on her knees, dressing gown pulled down past her round, pillowy breasts, while Jed groped her, his thick, smooth shaft filling her whole mouth as he thrust helplessly in his seat. Angie saw how Mindy worked the shaft with her free hand, the other gently massaging his furred scrotum. She noted the flicking of her tongue against the tip, the intermittent kisses: everything about the art of making a huge, burly man like that whimper and groan and shake with pleasure. 

She'd never seen such a thing in real life, or even in a magazine, though she was surprised how often she'd imagined it. She saw Jed mouthing Mindy's name over and over in silence, and the expert way Mindy worked his member made Angie long to try it out too.

She could hardly believe the experience of her first orgasm the night before. Her parents warned her right from the first stirrings of puberty that she'd have to be extra careful, more so than the other girls at school. That there was something in her pheromones which put her at risk, and if the Uncles knew she was reaching sexual maturity, they'd come for her. She thought it was just weird puritanical parent stuff, just being out of touch. But she was also frightened, and she had fought herself so many times from touching her body the way she longed to. It wasn't until now, in this town, in this strangers’ house that she'd finally felt safe enough to caress her own body, to let pleasure wash over her and feel the slick heat of her long awaited orgasm. Watching Jed and Mindy together, she realized she wanted what they had. And maybe more.

She closed the door and let her hosts finish in private. Mindy had left out a sun dress for her: bronze and fuchsia patterned and low in the neck. She drew in her breath sharply at the thought of wearing something with so much exposed skin. She'd never been allowed to flaunt a sun dress, her parents worried of the tell-tale signs they couldn't control, without a heavy winter jacket or layers of cardigans and wraps. This simple dress was extravagantly skimpy in her mind. But she was far from her old home now, and despite the old habits, she couldn't wait to feel it against her bare skin. 

Looking everywhere, she realized Mindy hadn't laid out any panties and figured this must be where her host's generosity ran out. She shrugged, accepting that she'd just have to wear her old undergarments. There was no way she could wear her tattered bra under this dress though, since it was full coverage and would be most definitely visible over the edge of the neckline. She’d had to go braless.  She squeezed herself in, cursing the one size fits all label for the millionth time in her young life. But once she'd worked the fabric past her full heaving breasts and smoothed it over her broad hips, she felt better. Better than better, in fact. She looked down to see her cleavage heaving over the neckline, great handfuls of soft, yielding flesh squeezed into this fabric tube and busting to be free. The neckline was so low she could almost feel the push of the edge of the dress against her nipples, and she felt the wetness between her legs spreading as she took fistfuls of her soft mounds in her hands, remembering the blissful quaking from the night before, and the sight of her host on her knees, the shaking man in front of her with his huge, solid penis filling her mouth... Angie, right there in someone else's bedroom, slipped her hand up the skirt of this new dress and pressed her knuckles against her pulsing clit until she too was shaking with ecstasy. Flushed, she inspected herself in the mirror once more and, and on glimpsing the way the fabric stretched to breaking over her chest, her nipples — still hard and throbbing — pushed against the strained weave, suddenly felt alarmed. It was exhilarating to dress this way, but surely, she couldn't meet a couple of strange men in something so revealing? She was her parent's daughter after all! What made things even worse was the way the dress hugged her curvy hips: her granny underwear line was clearly visible and oh-so-embarrassing. With horror, she realized she would have to go without. She wondered if she'd ever stop blushing in this town...

By the time she left the bedroom, everything was back to normal in the kitchen. Jed was his usual silent and composed self, and Mindy was smiling broadly, her soft breasts again covered in terry cloth, her lips now wrapped around her coffee cup instead of a vivid carmine penis. 

"Oh honey you look
good!
" She breathed as Angie stepped through the door.

She saw Jed look up from the paper, and his expression was such a potent combination of arousal and irritation, she could help but laugh. Mindy joined in, while Jed offered a comical shrug and hauled himself off to the bedroom, his once-again turgid member leading the way. "Oh men! Well... I'd better get myself ready..." she said as she slipped off her seat and followed her man into the bedroom with an excited little skip, the door clicking closed behind them as Angie smiled shyly, helping herself to a little more bacon. She heard a few quick gasps and fumbles and muted exclamations. Then the bedroom door shook and strained violently on its hinges, for all the world looking like some pair of lovers must be going at it incredibly hard and heavy on the other side. 

* * *

"See, the things about Hank and Woody is just like Mindy said: the whole town relies on 'em." Jed was more effusive with Angie in his pick-up truck with just the two of them, though Angie did find that when she threw on Mindy's old overcoat, it took a little of the pressure off poor Jed's increasingly overworked piston. When he helped her into the truck his eyes said thank you, though he was still clearly at half-mast despite Mindy's repeated efforts to exhaust him. 

"So, are they brothers?” Angie asked, curious about the men Mindy insisted basically ran the town of Evergreen Heights.

"Awww, hell no! More like brothers-in-arms, or I oughta say, with how things been looking lately, they're more like friars. We don't got a mayor in the town charter, y'see. We got our leaders though. Always two of'em, and we call’em ‘brothers.’ Keeps everyone honest. More towns should have something like what we got, though I guess there's a couple of reasons why it works better here than most places."

Angie listened intently and tried to grasp Jed's meaning. He seemed to be implying a lot more than he'd say, but he had a habit of answering her questions with yet more perplexing information, warranting more questions, and so on and so on. From what she could gather there were these two guys who ran the garage called Henry and Woodward ('but if you try calling 'em anything but Hank and Woody, you'll be sorry for it'), and they ran a car garage but also kind of the entire town. And the town had two hundred people. And was called Evergreen Heights. Any more information was hard to come by, with Jed being curiously reticent to describe history in any kind of detail.

They were called 'The Brothers' by townsfolk but they weren't actual brothers. They were, apparently, quite likely to be interested in little old Angie, though little old Angie might not like them. It was all so strange and removed from her time wandering in the woods that she was too intrigued to be scared, though she was aware she probably should be. Then again, she was a girl with secrets of her own. 

If she could manage to start a new life with a new job in this place, so far from her home and the people who wanted to harm her, then she'd meet all the weird town leaders and not-brothers that Jed and Mindy had in mind. She just hoped they liked her, and were as polite as the other townsfolk.

"They're good men, and strong as all get-out. Handsome too,” Jed said, before promptly shutting his trap and frowning. "Not trying to over-sell it or anything. Not that there's something to sell. Never mind."

* * *

Angie smiled softly and looked out the window at the gently rolling landscape. She tried to think about the trees: how many different kinds there were, how tall, how old, instead of wondering what had happened to Darren the night she left. What happened to her mom and dad when they told her to run. 

The Uncles visited late the night before. Three huge men, as big as her dad and much bigger than her poor little college boy Darren, all sat around their kitchen table. The apartment seemed far too small for these hulks, their elbows almost touching the walls, the chairs and tables giving as though these men were made of wrought iron instead of bone and flesh. She'd stayed in her bedroom, like her mom said. She wished she'd never told her parents about the cute boy she met at squad practice, about the date he wanted her to go on. It wouldn't have mattered anyway.

Since her birthday a few months before, her parents had been looking askance at each other over the dinner table, in the hall, on the street. They looked worried, as though their little girl with the round apple cheeks and brightly shining amber eyes was withering away before their very faces. Never mind that to her, she felt like she was finally blossoming, yet her parents just wanted to shut her away. They swore that night they didn't tell The Uncles about Darren, but he hadn't been at the squad practice the next day. That night, her parents told her to run. They said the city was too dangerous. 

"More dangerous than the mountains by myself?" she'd screamed, overcome with fear. She'd lose her parents if she left. She was sure of it. And poor Darren... she didn't even know him that well. How could she let some innocent man get caught up in her parents’ shadiness? How did the Uncles know about him if no one told them? Why, oh why, was she forced to run?

All these questions and more ran through her mind while she tried to concentrate on the trees outside. She remembered how she felt when her mom tied her sneakers up for her like she was four years old on the first day of school. She cried on both occasions, and the soft cooing of her mother did little to curb her anxiety. 

She remembered, shoes on, backpack stuffed with essentials, how she'd seen glowering faces looking at her as she boarded the bus. Her parents waved at her as it pulled away, and she couldn't warn them of the hulks melting out of the darkness to surround them. They should have been with her, on that bus. They didn't need to stay behind, to face the wrath of the Uncles.