Chapter 184: rin?

Rin stayed between Linda’s arms, eyes on the bag. Cherry had gone still against her thigh. I crossed the room and picked the bag up. It was light. I set it on the bed and opened it. Folded clothes. A plain shirt. Jeans. Underwear. Nothing else visible. I shook the shirt. A small black rectangle the size of a coin fell onto the sheet. Rin did not look surprised.

"That’s the tracker," she said. "The recorder is in the waistband of the jeans."

I found it. A thin strip of plastic sewn into the inside seam, almost invisible. I tore it free. The plastic was warm. A tiny green light blinked once, then died when I snapped it in half. The tracker went next. I crushed it under my heel on the floor. Rin watched the pieces.

"They already have the window video," she said. "And the one from earlier. Breaking these won’t stop them."

Linda’s arms tightened around her. Cherry sat up. Her mouth was still shiny. She looked at the broken pieces, then at me. I dropped the ruined recorder into the bag and zipped it shut.

"Get dressed," I told Rin. "All of you."

Rin stood. Her legs were unsteady. Cum had dried on her lower back and thigh. She wiped at it with the sheet, then reached for the clothes her sister had left. Linda and Cherry moved at the same time. Linda pulled the shirt back on. Cherry wrapped the towel around herself again. I dressed quickly. Pants. Shirt. Shoes. The house was quiet. No footsteps. No cars.

Rin buttoned the jeans. They fit. She pulled the shirt over her head. It hung loose. She looked smaller in the clothes. Linda stood beside her. Cherry stayed close to the door. I picked up the bag and walked to the window. I opened it. Night air came in, cool and damp. I dropped the bag into the bushes below. It landed with a soft thud. I closed the window and locked it.

"Downstairs," I said.

We went. Linda first, then Rin, then Cherry. I locked the bedroom door behind us and followed. The living room was dark. I turned on one lamp. The phone was still on the couch. The screen was black. Rin sat. Linda sat beside her. Cherry remained standing, towel clutched tight. I checked the front door. Locked. I checked the back. Locked. The street outside was empty when I looked through the curtain.

Rin’s hands were in her lap. She was staring at the floor. "They’ll come before dawn," she said. "They always do when the recorder stops."

Linda reached over and took one of her hands. Cherry shifted her weight. I sat on the arm of the chair opposite them. The lamp threw soft light across the room. Rin’s nipples were still visible through the thin shirt. She had not put a bra on. None of them had.

"How many usually," I asked.

"Three or four," Rin said. "Sometimes more. They don’t knock."

Cherry’s fingers tightened on the towel. Linda’s thumb moved over the back of Rin’s hand. I stood and walked to the kitchen. I filled a glass with water and brought it back. Rin took it. She drank half, then set it on the table. Her hands were steadier now.

"Upstairs again," I said. "All of you. Same room."

They went. I turned off the lamp and followed. The bedroom was cooler with the window having been open. I locked the door. Rin sat on the edge of the bed. Linda sat beside her. Cherry dropped the towel and climbed onto the mattress, naked, knees drawn up. I remained standing.

"Lie down," I told Rin.

She lay back. Linda stretched out next to her. Cherry moved to the other side. I undressed again and joined them. The bed was crowded. Rin was in the middle. I settled between her legs. She opened them without being asked. I pushed in. She was wet again. The stretch made her breath catch. Linda kissed her while I moved, slow and deep. Cherry’s hand slid down Rin’s stomach and found her clit. She rubbed in small circles. Rin’s hips rolled to meet each thrust.

I kept the pace steady. Cherry’s fingers never stopped. Linda’s mouth stayed on Rin’s. The wet sound of it filled the quiet room. Rin came with a soft, broken sound against Linda’s lips, cunt clenching, fluid soaking my cock and the sheets. I stayed inside her through it. Cherry kept rubbing until the shaking eased. I pulled out and moved up the bed. Rin turned her head. She took me into her mouth without being told. She was better at it now. She sucked slow, tongue working, one hand stroking what she could not fit. Linda watched. Cherry leaned in and licked Rin’s nipple, then the other.

I came in her mouth. She swallowed. Some of it escaped and ran down her chin. Cherry licked it clean. Rin lay back, breathing hard. Linda’s hand was between her own legs. She was close. Cherry moved down and replaced her fingers with her mouth. Linda came quietly, hips lifting, one hand in Cherry’s hair. The room smelled of sex again. Outside, the street stayed empty.

Rin turned onto her side. She faced me. Her voice was low.

"They’re here," she said.

I listened. Nothing. Then a soft sound from downstairs. The back door. Not the lock. The hinge. Someone had come in through the kitchen. Footsteps crossed the tile, careful and slow. More than one set this time. They stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

Rin’s eyes stayed on mine. Linda had gone still. Cherry lifted her head. The footsteps started up. They did not rush. They did not speak. The bedroom door was locked. The handle turned once, testing it, then stopped. A low voice on the other side, male, calm.

"Open it," the voice said. "Or we take the door."

Rin did not move. Her hand found mine on the sheet. Her fingers were cold. The handle turned again. Harder this time. The lock held. For now. The voice spoke once more, closer to the wood.

"Last chance."

The handle turned a third time. The lock held. On the other side of the door someone shifted their weight. The floorboard creaked. Rin had not let go of my hand. Her fingers were cold against my palm. Linda sat up slowly. Cherry stayed low on the bed, naked, eyes on the door. I stood and pulled my pants on. The room was quiet except for the soft sound of breathing and the faint tick of the cooling metal in the lock.

"Open it," the voice said again. Closer now. "We counted four of you on the way up. We know who’s in there."

I crossed to the door and set my hand on the lock. Rin watched me. She did not speak. Linda had drawn the sheet up to her waist. Cherry had not moved. I turned the lock. The click was loud in the small room. I opened the door halfway.

Two men stood in the hallway. The older one from earlier was not among them. These two were younger. One held a short pry bar. The other had his phone out, screen already lit. They looked past me into the room. They saw Rin on the bed in the loose shirt and jeans. They saw Linda. They saw Cherry naked beside her. Neither man looked surprised.

"Step out," the one with the pry bar said. "All of you. Downstairs. Now."

Rin sat up. She pulled the shirt straight but did not button it. Linda stood. Cherry reached for the towel and wrapped it around herself before she rose. I stayed in the doorway. The man with the phone lifted it. The red light came on. He was recording again.

"Phones off," I said.

He did not lower it. The one with the pry bar tapped the metal against his palm. "Downstairs," he repeated. "Or we do this here."

Linda looked at me. I nodded once. She walked past me into the hallway. Cherry followed, towel clutched tight. Rin came last. She stopped beside me for a second. Her shoulder brushed my arm. Then she stepped out. I closed the door behind us and went down with them.

The living room lamp was still off. The two men turned it on. The light was harsh. They stood between us and the front door. The one with the phone kept it raised. Rin stood with her arms at her sides. The shirt hung open at the bottom. Linda stayed close to her. Cherry remained half a step behind, eyes lowered.

"Clothes off," the man with the pry bar said. He was looking at Rin. "All the way. We need to see you’re still here and still willing."

Rin did not move. Linda’s hand found hers. Cherry’s fingers tightened on the towel. The man with the phone adjusted his angle. The red light stayed steady.

"Do it," I said.

Rin’s hands rose. She pulled the shirt over her head and dropped it. The jeans came next. She stepped out of them and stood naked in the middle of the room. Her nipples were hard. A faint shine still showed on her inner thighs. She kept her eyes on the floor. The phone stayed up. The man with the pry bar nodded once.

"The other two," he said. "Same."

Linda unbuttoned the shirt she wore and let it fall. She was bare underneath. Cherry dropped the towel. Both of them stood naked beside Rin. The three of them close enough that their shoulders touched. The man with the phone filmed them from the front, then moved to the side. No one spoke. The only sound was the soft shift of feet on the tile and the low hum of the phone.

"On the couch," the man with the pry bar said. He pointed at Rin. "Legs open. They can help if they want."

Rin sat. She leaned back. Her thighs parted. Linda knelt on the cushion beside her. Cherry knelt on the floor between Rin’s feet. Linda’s hand slid up Rin’s thigh. Cherry leaned in and pressed her mouth to Rin’s cunt without being told. Rin made a small sound. Her hips lifted. The phone caught all of it. Linda’s fingers joined Cherry’s tongue, two of them pushing in while Cherry licked. Rin’s head fell back against the cushion. Her eyes stayed open. She watched the men while they worked.

I stayed where I was. The man with the pry bar had not looked away from the couch. The one with the phone kept filming. Rin’s breathing had gone rough. Cherry’s head moved in a steady rhythm. Linda’s free hand was on Rin’s breast, pinching one nipple. Rin came with a sharp, quiet cry, thighs shaking around Cherry’s head, fluid soaking the cushion. The phone stayed up until the shaking stopped.

"Enough," the man with the pry bar said. He looked at me. "She stays till morning. We come back at dawn. If she’s gone, we take the house. If she’s here, we leave her with you. Those are the terms."

He turned toward the door. The man with the phone lowered it. He tapped the screen once. A soft sound. Sent. Then he deleted the file in front of me the same way the others had. Both men walked out. The front door closed. The lock clicked. The house was quiet again.

Rin had not closed her legs. Cherry was still kneeling between them, mouth wet, breathing slow. Linda sat beside her, one hand resting on Rin’s stomach. I locked the door and turned off the lamp. The room went dark except for the faint light from the street through the curtains.

Rin spoke into the dark. Her voice was steady.

"They’ll be back before dawn," she said. "And they won’t be alone next time."

Cherry lifted her head. Linda’s fingers moved on Rin’s skin. I stood in the middle of the room and listened. Outside, a car engine started two houses down. It idled for a moment, then pulled away. The sound faded. No one moved. Rin’s hand found Cherry’s hair. She held her there. Linda leaned over and kissed Rin’s shoulder. The house stayed quiet. Somewhere down the street, another engine turned over. Closer this time. The headlights swept across the front window and stopped. They did not move on.