Broken Pt. 01
A mother returns after 18 years.
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content.
Thanks WA001 for the edits.
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There I was sitting across from the woman that had shattered my life and the life of my father and grandmother. The woman that had fled town with Roy, I stopped calling him my grandfather the day... well, let me tell you how this all began.
The year was 2002, I was six at the time, you wonder how I could remember so far back and so young? Trust me that day will always be etched in my memory. For two reasons, that was the day I lost my mother, and the day my father killed himself.
I had just got up from a nap that my mother had put me down for. I don't expect she thought I'd get up so early. Yet in my curious little mind I stumbled down the hallway. My eyes grew wide with joy as I saw my father there. He never was home that early; it was normally around seven when he got home from the paper mill. My mother had me when she was eighteen, she was already two months pregnant with me when she graduated from high school. That was when I heard some strange sounds as I ran up to my father.
"Oh Daddy! Yes fuck me Daddy!" At the time I really couldn't understand it.
"Daddy?" I said happily as I stared up at my father. Then I turned my gaze to my parent's room. There was Roy, behind my mother, her moaning like the whore she was as her father fucked her. "Daddy!" I tugged hard on my father's hand to get his attention.
"Billy! Jacob!" My mother screamed as she and Roy finally noticed us. Quickly trying to cover herself with the sheet. Then I saw something on my father's face that I never seen before. Rage! My father was a patient man, a caring man, this was not something I was accustom to. Yet that smirk on Roy's face as he stood there naked so callously putting on his clothes drove him over the edge. I don't think Roy thought my father had it in him as my father leapt across the room. His fist landing squarely on his jaw sending Roy into the closet door, splintering it as he did. I grew fearful as my father rained blow after blow on Roy's face. My head snapped over to my mother as she screeched before leaping onto my father's back.
"Billy stop! Don't you hurt my Daddy!" I heard my mother wailing as her own fist pounded on my father. I did what and kid that age would do. I ran and called the only person I knew that could help. My grandmother.
"Get off me you cheating bitch!" I heard my father snarl then a huge crash in their bedroom. Then another that came from the small bathroom in our two bedroom one bath house.
"Dad stop!" I heard my mother yell.
"Are you..."
"Grandma is on her way," I said, in that high pitched shaky voice as I stood in the doorway of the bathroom. Thinking I had done the right thing and gotten them all to stop fighting.
"Jacob! Oh my god! Mom's going to kill us!" My mother said in fear.
"You fucking think!" Roy growled as he pushed himself off my father who was groaning in pain having been pushed through the thin wall of our home. "Come on we got to get out of here before she gets here... Get the fuck out of the way," Roy growled nearly flinging me aside.
"Don't you dare do that to Jacob!" My mother yelled as her dress slid down her body. "You okay baby?"
"Come on Pauline we have to go, unless you want to face your mother?!" Roy yelled.
"Don't worry baby, I'll be back. I'm just going away until your father and grandmother cools down." That was the last time in eighteen years I saw my mother's smile. As my head stopped spinning, I raced after them. My hands flew to my ears as I was halfway down the driveway at the sound of the shotgun blast that my grandmother had fired off at the back of Roy's truck.
"You crazy bitch! You could have killed us!" Roy's voice was faint as he drove away.
"Come back you coward and I'll do it proper next time!" my grandmother shouted. That's when we heard the shot. You have to understand, my father, wasn't the most stable of people. He struggled every day with his illness, yet he always thought he had his support system. Us. Now that was proven to be a lie, I think my father couldn't handle it and he took the only way out he thought he had. As my grandmother exited the house she was as white as a ghost. She held me so tightly that day I thought I was going to break. And so, that brings us to the present.
"Do I know you?" I asked, as I set down my coffee cup onto the table of the coffee shop I stopped at every morning before I went into work where I work as a junior engineer at the power plant in the small town I still lived in. I took over my grandmother's home when she passed away a year ago. She had a seizure behind the wheel when she was coming home from her weekly bingo game and her car crossed the median and ran right in front of an eighteen wheeler. So now I was virtually alone.
"I know it's been a long time Jacob, but don't you recognize your own mother?" Pauline asked, taking off her sunglasses. Her brown hair still had its luster. Her face held a few more wrinkles at the age of forty-two. Her clothes, while not overly pricey, were sharp and fresh on her body. My eyes glanced over to the girl that sat beside her. She couldn't be older than eighteen. Same hair, more of her mother's feature's than my father's so I knew we were only related through her. I didn't want to know who her father was, not that I cared.
"Should I? Kind of hard to remember someone when they up and run away for eighteen years," I said, coldly.
"I tried to call three days after I left, hoping that Billy had calmed down enough so we could talk, yet no one answered. Mom wasn't taking my calls, so she was no help... what was I supposed to do?!"
"Oh, I don't know, how about crawl back with your tail between your legs, instead of disappearing for eighteen years. How's that for a start?" I asked, my indifference to her was clear as day. You would think I would hate her yet hate required emotions. Emotions that would always connect me to her. While indifference meant she was nothing more than an object taking up space.
"You can't talk to my mom like that?!" the girl hissed angrily at me.
"When I was the one who had to pick up the pieces of the lives she and Roy destroyed, you damn right I can speak to her like that!" I shot back.
"Enough Emily," Pauline said, placing her hand over her daughter's hand. "You're brother has every right to be angry with me. You're right son, I should have come back, but I didn't. I wasn't thinking clearly, and by the time I was, it was already too late. I was already pregnant with Emily."
"So did that wrinkly old man feel good being taken every day and night?" I asked, with a cruel smirk.
"There's no need to get crude Jacob," My mother, if I can call her that, snapped. "How's Billy by the way?"
"Why don't you go down to Croesan Hill and ask him yourself."
"What's your father working in a cemetery for?" Pauline asked, confused by my statement.
"He's not working there, that's where he's been for the past eighteen years, ever since he killed himself," I stated. "My father killed himself because of you," I said, very coldly. I was very perplexed by the genuine tears I saw in her eyes. "Why the fuck did you come back for anyway?"
"Oh honey," Pauline whispered as she reached across the table only to stop at the look in my eyes. "Jacob I didn't know. No one would talk to me or your grandfather. I tried, I wrote letters they were always returned with 'return to sender' written on them, I called almost every day, I wanted to come back so many times. Yet Emily needed me, I couldn't just take off and leave her with her father. It wasn't easy living with him you know."
"Hey, you're the one that was fucking him. How bad could it have really been?" I asked, noticing how Emily was biting her tongue. "You did cheat on my father with him after all."
"Jacob, it was complicated. It's not something I want to go into right now in a public setting. As to why I'm back... Dad past away two months ago." I saw no sorrow in her eyes when she said that not like when I told her about my father. Why was that? Not that I cared, it was just so... strange. "Ever since Mom took everything in their divorce, since he never had the courage to show up, before you give me some lip about me; I didn't either, Dad was rather unpleasant to live with. He became a very angry drunk. Not to us physically, but emotional. He picked the wrong night to start a fight in a bar and the wrong person to start it with. Since no one talks to me anymore I didn't know about Mom. I had wanted her to meet Emily, maybe even try to put the past behind us and work something out. Maybe not as mother and daughter but as friends of a sort; and most importantly see you again. To see the man you've grown into. To learn about your life, and maybe, hopefully, find a way to be in your life again."
"Uh-huh."
"It's true!" Emily jumped in. Her hands slammed onto the table. "Why won't you believe..."
"It's okay Emily," Pauline said, placing her hand on her daughter's shoulder.
"But Mom, you aren't going to let him talk to you like this are you?"
"Yes. I am."
"How gracious of you," I said, rolling my eyes. "You know what, I've heard enough. Why don't you go back to where you came from. You had eighteen years to show up. Yet now you do, you bring a kid you had with Roy, here, to this town! How about next time you're feeling all motherly," my sarcasm was obvious, "how about you just ignore it and forget I exist. You got pretty good at it for eighteen years. Another fifty shouldn't be too hard for you," I said, getting up from my seat and walking out of the shop. The cries of my mother fading away as the door closed behind me. Lifting my cup to my lips as I headed to my car to go to work. Hoping she took my advice and left town before I got off. However, that's story for a different day.
To Be Continued...Broken Pt. 02
What could they truly want from Jacob?
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content.
Thanks to WA001 for the edits.
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There I was cursing down the interstate heading home for the day. The wind blowing through the windows of my black '67 Chevy Impala hardtop. Yes, I'm a fanboy, so sue me. Yes, I'm that kind of fanboy that even has a devils trap on the underside of the trunk. Its 502-cubic-inch big block v8 purred as the engine hummed at eighty miles an hour. No. I didn't inherit the car. Found it on Auto Trader actually. Then spent the next four years in community college restoring it so I could practice my engineering skills, plus it's not like we had a lot of money. You know the saying: Idle hands do the devil's work and such. It wasn't a true restoration since I installed an A/C compressor and a Bluetooth enabled radio in it. Still, I love that car. Anyone who's lived on my street for any length of time would recognize the sound of the rumbling exhaust as I roll by. I'll give Roy this one little compliment, he could pick property. My eyes ran along the flowering Eastern Redbud trees that lined the driveway. When Roy and my grandmother had bought the place it was nothing more than farmland being sold off in chunks at the time. So now due to urban development my ten acres were completely surrounded. Not that I cared, I had a very spacious buffer zone.
"Who's piece of crap is that?" I muttered as the sound of my tires spoke as they rolled along the gravel. Eyeing the spot rusted, faded blue Buick as I drove past it to park in the very wide parking space Roy had cleared so if or when relatives came over no one got stuck and over stayed their welcome. Noting how it was parked underneath the cherry tree that sat at the left edge of the driveway. Shifting into park, sliding the key out of the ignition, not bothering to roll up the windows as I got out of my car. The gravel crunched underfoot as I made my way over to that out of place car. Arching an eyebrow when it was full of clothes and belongings, and it appeared to me someone was living within it. "Who the hell thinks they can squat here?" I asked, aloud. I turned my head at the sound of footsteps at the back of my house. "Hello...?" Instantly my anger shot up as my mother and her daughter came running around the corner. "You two want to tell me what the hell you're doing on my property?" I barked. Of course, I wasn't so blind not to note the scars, some old, some newer or the bar of soap in my mother's hand; or the fact that they both were in two piece swim suits.
"We didn't know when you'd be back," Pauline said, quickly hiding the bar of soap behind her back. Why was my mother ashamed? No, it couldn't be? I looked back to the car. They couldn't be living in that car? But why?
"We were trying to take a bath," Emily said aggressively, crossing her arms below her breasts. Casting me that look as she jutted out her left hip. For a second there I could have sworn I saw the vision of my young mother standing before me.
"Emily! Jacob doesn't need to know that!" My mother gasped. "He doesn't need to know of our..."
"I'm not ashamed of the sacrifices you made Mom." Sacrifices? What the hell is my half-sister going off about? "Don't let that ass," her chin gestured to me, "tell you otherwise. He doesn't know half of what we had to go through with Dad, or grandpa to you."
"You know what... I really don't care. Just get the fuck off my property," I said, waving off my sister as I walked towards the front steps of the wrap around porch.
"Please Jacob! Just give me a minute to explain?" I heard my mother rushing up from behind me.
"Explain what? What's there to explain!" I shouted throwing my arms into the air as I walked away.
"You're sister needs your help, if not she'll..." Okay, call me a softy but that did stop me in my tracks - literally.
"She'll what?" I asked, as I turned back. Noticing my mother on her knees bawling her eyes out into her towel.
"I'll die," Emily said, in that cold, sweet tone. "It's okay Mom. We knew this might happen. I'm already on the list. We'll just wait." List? Die? What the hell?! "I have aplastic anemia, that's the real reason we're really here. And before you ask, Mom stalks your Facebook page."
"I guess I'm going to have to set that to private," I muttered to myself.
"The reason she hasn't reached out is because that's her punishment to herself. To only be able to watch yet never to be able to speak with her own son. That's what she told me when I caught her staring at the small screen of her phone one day. The only thing Dad allowed any contact with the outside world in the apartment was that phone. I don't know what your life was like... listen I am sorry about your dad. I know me being here, or even alive is just a reminder of why he's dead. We honestly didn't know what had happened to him. They got me on medications that cost an arm and a leg. While it keeps the disease at bay, it's not a cure. Mom isn't a full match for me. And since you're my last close relative, I may have..."
"Alright, stop. If I'm going listen to this... lavished story. I'm going to need my strength to dig myself out of it," I said, trying to be polite, yet enforcing my displeasure at the notion. "That being said, I'm not about to be labeled a 'perv' by having two women bathing themselves in my backward. If you need a bath she can show you the way to the first floor bathroom and the guest room to change," I said, waving to my mother. "You have one hour, and I expect you not to wander through my home."
"Hey!"
"Emily don't!" I heard my mother hiss as I walked up the steps to the front door.
"I don't know you," I said darkly, as looked over her. "I'm not about to allow some person I don't have a clue about to wander my house freely. I don't trust you. We might share the same blood, but you are not my sister. You're right, you are absolutely right. Your very existence is a constant reminder of my father's death. I might hate you for what you represent, but not so much to let you die. Then you'd get off too easily. If I have to suffer so do you, there's that little pesky blood-tie. So if you would please, hurry up," I gestured to my house. "Those are the conditions I have in agreeing to hear you out. Take it or leave it."
"We'll take it," Pauline said, quickly before my half-sister could open her mouth.
"Well, hurry up, I'd like to get back before eight," I said, walking into my home.
I silently screamed into my hands as I sat on the corner of my bed in the remodeled master bedroom after I had freshened up. Well, that's one way to counter my bravado - well played Fate, well played. What if I am a full match for her. What then? Does she want a kidney? Part of my liver? Am I going to find myself waking up in a tub of ice in some seedy motel? Fuck me. Sighing as I lifted myself off my bed. I had changed into my favorite blue jeans. We all have a pair, am I right? My Nikes felt like a cloud compared to those dress shoes I have to wear. My fingertips skimmed along the wall of the stairwell as I walked down to the first floor. It was something I always did when I was growing up, it seemed old habits do die hard. Then... then well, Fate seems to be at work as my foot hung in the air to step onto the first floor and my half-sister looking up at me with doe-like eyes clutching her towel to her chest. Her wet hair draped along her back. The glass of soda that was in her hand shook at being caught.
"I-I thought you may not mind if I got..." Emily began to stammer.
"You wash it and put it in the sink when you're done," I said, keeping my sigh from my voice.
"I will," Emily muttered before scurrying off to her room.
I sighed loudly in my mind as I stared out onto the side yard as I sipped on my own glass of water. Pondering if I could even agree to do what she asked. What I said was true, I did want her to live, only to cause her as much torment, without being labeled sadistic, as I could. Or was that too mean of me? To do that to an obviously sick girl? Hell if I know, I'm in uncharted waters here.
"Jacob... we're ready." I heard my mother's voice from behind me. Turning, trying not to let my perplexed look mar my face at the sight of my mother's clothes. Even I could see that her attire was three to four years old. The places where she had sewn up tears, little patches for the holes too big for a simple sewing kit. While they were clean, that didn't hide the fact that it had been worn a lot. "What happened to the clothes from this morning?" I asked myself. Those did give off the feel that my mother was doing okay for herself, not this image of homelessness and poverty. Emily's clothes, while almost looking like they came off the rack, still had the look of being washed a hundred times. "Thank you, for letting us use your shower," Pauline said, bowing her head. That did peek my interest, this was not the woman that had left me eighteen years ago. "What the hell did Roy do to her?" I pondered.
"I assume the two of you are hungry?" I asked, setting my glass into the sink.
"Yes, but you don't have to do this, we can just sit down and talk, then... we'll leave and give you time..."
"Well, I'm hungry, if you want to come along... if not," I said, shrugging my shoulders. The sound of my keys scrapping along the table as I picked them up. This way if I do decide to throw them to the wolves they can't hide in my house. Feeling them at my back as I walked to the front door. Locking up as they filed past me. "Get in." Were the only words I uttered as I walked around the front of my car.
"Billy would have loved this car." I heard my mother whisper as I slid into the driver's seat. I chose to ignore it. The car shook as I turned over that big block v8. The beeping of the Bluetooth of my phone connecting to the radio flared off in my pocket. Starting my iHeart station as we rolled down the driveway. I watched as my mother and half-sister were pushed back into their seats as I peeled out heading towards old Kent's Diner down the road. AC/DC's 'Highway to Hell' spilling out the windows as we zoomed down the street.
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"So..."
"Can we get anything we want?" Emily asked, looking at me with pleading eyes as she peered over the edge of the menu.
"Within reason."
"Thank you again... son," Pauline whispered. I noted how she fought herself from reaching out and touching my hand.
"What are you doing living in a car?" I asked, not blunting my tone or the question.
"After... Roy," I watched her carefully chose that word as she searched my face, "died, we were finally free. The moment his life insurance payed out I packed up what little me and Emily had and left that town. I never wanted to be there. I wanted my son, I wanted to hold you. Sing to you like I always did. Yet my father was a very controlling man. It only got worse when Mom divorced him. Emily and I were essentially slaves to him, me more so than Emily. That was another reason why I couldn't leave Emily alone with him if I wanted to slip off and come and see you. I knew if he could do that to me, he would have no problem doing that same thing to Emily." My eyes glanced over to my half-sister who looked away in embarrassment.
"So what I saw that day... was what?"
"You have to understand, the bank was about to foreclose on the house due to the money Billy and I had used to get him some help that he really needed. Roy," I listened to how she tried to hide her sneer at his name, "learned about it and offered a way to help pay off what we owed to get back into good standing with the bank for a price," Pauline said, not hiding the truth any longer.
"So... he forced you to have sex with him in order to get the money you needed? Am I getting that right?" I asked, skeptically.
"Yes. I did it for my family. I love Billy. I knew how hard he would take it if we lost the house. I knew at the time he just couldn't handle the stress. Yet Roy only did it to control me. Thinking that once he had me, he could do it any time he wanted. I never wanted either of you to find out. I was willing to do that, to degrade myself in order to help my family." I looked down as my mother's hand covered mine. "Yet given how I ran out of the house without my ID, purse, and wallet. I had no way to get home. I was at Roy's mercy as he drove and drove. It took me years just to get him to agree to let me outside the apartment on my own. More so, for me to have my own bank account again. He only wanted two things from me, to cook him dinner and to take his... you know," Pauline said, her cheeks heating as her eyes glanced down.
"And you couldn't have... I don't know skipped town the moment he left you alone?" I asked, argumentatively.
"No." I watched as my mother's hair brushed against her chest as she shook her head. "He had people watching us. They would always pop over unannounced to make sure we were always there. If we weren't Roy would find me and beat me, never Emily, she was too young at the time. Then I finally got him to buy me a phone after fifteen years of putting up with his crap. Then I found you on Facebook... and I kind of sort..."
"Went all 'Fatal Attraction' on me?"
"Yes," Pauline giggled.
"So all that I heard was what... you faking it?" I asked, taking a sip of my drink as we waited to be served.
"Duh! You honestly think I enjoyed doing that?" My mother looked at me with a pointed look.
"So what actually do you want from me?" I asked, ignoring my mother's question. "Other than my DNA."
"I was hoping that you would agree to be tested to see if you're a match for Emily," Pauline said, reaching over and squeezing her daughter's hand.
"If I am, then what?"
"I need a bone marrow transplant. The infection that gave me aplastic anemia can only be cured with it. If not... well they don't give me much longer," Emily said, sounding like she had already accepted her fate. "I know us showing up like this out of the blue, is probably really hard for you to take. But could you please see it in your heart to think about it... brother," she said, gently placing her hand on my arm as she reached across the table. What the hell was her relation to me anyway? Sister? Aunt? The Queen of Timbuktu?! Fuck if I know.
"If I'm not a full match, then what would you do?" I asked, looking at my mother.
"I'll pray and hope that someone does match. But I'm not leaving town, ever again. You might not want to see me after the test comes back, and I'll understand if you don't. We'll find some where to live in the meantime... while we wait."
"You'd go back to sleeping in your car again wouldn't you?" I asked, to which my mother nodded.
"All the money we got from the policy, other than using what we had to use to get down here, has been sitting quietly in the bank for when Emily can have her operation." I had wondered how she was going to pay for it. There was no way in hell I was paying, that was for a fact. "So until I can find a job, that's where we'll be staying."
"And just how long have you been doing that?"
"A couple of weeks. It took a while for that car to make it down here with its constant overheating," Emily said, setting down her menu. Fuck me sideways! Am I really going to have to be the good guy here?! I so hate you Fate!
"You can use the guest..." Holding up my hands at their gasps. "Room. Until the test comes back, after that I want you out."
"Really son? You would do that?" Pauline asked, I could see the tears in her eyes. I better get a fucking medal for this!
"Sure," I said, shrugging my shoulders.
"I promise, we won't be a bother," Pauline said, once the waiter had taken our order. "I'll cook, I'll clean, do whatever you want while we're there."
"Uh-huh," I muttered. Already hating myself for even offering it.
I ate my food slowly, noting how Emily was wolfing down her hamburger steak, mashed potatoes, and Cole slaw. Every so often taking a sip of her milkshake then chasing it down with her coke. I wondered how long it had been since they'd had a decent meal and not something they could get off the dollar menu.
"Jacob, do they still have their key lime pie?" My mother whispered thinking that if she said it any louder her request would go unanswered.
"I guess, I haven't ordered it since..." I left my words hanging in the air knowing she would know what I meant.
"Oh. Would you mind if I had a slice?" Pauline asked, those hazel eyes of hers silently pleading with me.
"No."
"Thank you." I looked up at my mother as her thumb brushed the back of my hand. It almost felt like it was eighteen years ago as my mother turned in her seat and waved her arm to get the woman's attention.
I watched as Emily's cheeks sank in as she drew the last bit of her milkshake through her straw. Then how she winced as she pinched her nose. I would have laughed if it wasn't so cute. Okay, where the hell did that come from?
"Thank you for dinner, son," Pauline said, in that warm motherly voice I had once known as she slid in beside me.
"I love this car! So roomy!" Emily exclaimed as she stretched her arms.
"Umm... yeah... thanks," I mumbled as I started the engine. I tried not to notice her smile as I turned in my seat to back out of the parking space.
I tried; I really did try not to notice how my mother was leaning on the armrest. The way the wind lifted her hair, the way the sun played along her smile as she stared out before us, or how her hand sat in the middle of the seat. Waiting for the time that I would hold onto it like all those years ago. The exhaust rumbled, reaching forward, turning the radio up as Shinedown's 'Burning Bright' came over the speakers as I pulled out of the parking lot.
Their song 'The Crow and the Butterfly' softly faded out as I cut off the car as we idled in my driveway. I don't know how long we sat there waiting for one of us to say a word. So without a word, I opened the car door, closed it, and walked towards my home. Whether or not they were following I didn't know. As I was walking back down after I slipped out of my shoes and put on a more comfortable shirt. I eyed the bags Emily was carrying and the laundry basket my mother was carrying as I stood on the last step of the stairs. I didn't say a word as they quickly walked past me. Honestly, I just wanted to binge watch some Supernatural on Netflix and go to bed. This was not how I thought my night was going to go.
"Honey..." That word stopped me dead in my tracks. I have forgotten when the last time I heard that word. My grandmother never used it with me. It was either son, or Jacob, never honey, sweetheart, or any other forms of endearment. Okay, yes at seven I didn't understand her bitterness, while it wasn't directed at me, however, I was the only one she could take it out on. As I grew older I began to understand, that when she got angry with me for no reason, it was me she was venting at, but it was about Roy and Pauline. Maybe my dad too, given how she was stuck raising his child when she was just turning 50. "Jacob?" My mother tentatively peeked around the door that led to the kitchen.
"Yeah?" I answered coming out of my stupor. God. I needed a drink. I don't drink a lot just every once in a while. I would think anyone would agree right then, a drink was very much required.
"Would it be okay if I washed mine and Emily's clothes?" I did notice how my mother looked at the glass of brown liquor and the few ice cubes that were floating within it. The way her eyes shot to mine as I just stood there. I knew she wanted to say something as I took a sip yet held her tongue.
"I kind of figured that, given," I said, my hand gestured to her own attire. I wondered how many times they had to wear the same clothes... equally horrified about underwear. "The ground floor layout hasn't changed, the laundry room is still where it is, just with newer machines," I said, turning to walk the roundabout way to the living room. "The detergent is in the top shelf, same with the dryer sheets, if you use them," I stated as I left the room.
I groaned inwardly as I heard footsteps behind me as I turned on my TV. I mean could I not have a moment to my own damn self?
"Hey." I risked glancing to my right as Emily leaned over the back of my couch. "What's Netflix?" Clearly her original question had been lost in the quagmire.
"You're kidding right? Everyone knows what it is," I said, whistling as Emily shook her head.
"Told you, Dad only allowed that phone as our only means of communication with the outside world, and we only used it when he wasn't around. Not a whole lot of room to hide in, in a one bedroom apartment," Emily said, not to be rude or cruel just stating the facts of her life. "So what is it?"
"It's where you can watch about any movie or show for free... well not free since I pay for it," I said, before taking a sip of my whisky. Peering out of the corner of my eye as I scrolled down my favorite list. Smirking as I put on episode one of season one of Supernatural. Wondering just how cool my half-sister would be with it. "You know if you want to watch..." I shook my head as Emily raced around the couch and plopped down on the other end.
"Thanks," Emily said weakly, her eyes never looking away from the screen.
"Uh-huh."
"I am a nice person you know," Emily said, in a small voice. Her finger lazily poked at the couch cushion that divided us.
"I am sure you are," I muttered as Dean came onto the screen.
"So... what's this show about?" Emily asked, pulling her legs up onto the seat. Wrapping her arms around them and resting her cheek against her knees as she looked at me.
"Ghosts, monsters, demons, angels, god(s)," I said, rattling off the list of things that the Winchesters had killed in the past fifteen years. I tried not to smile when I heard her small: 'Cool' as she turned back to the TV, but I failed. I got up as I started the next episode, it seemed she was hooked. Then again, if half of what she says was true, then she might not have had a lot of experience with the modern world. I think I just blew that girl's mind! As I was about to enter the kitchen to fix another glass I heard something, something I think I wasn't meant to hear.
"Please God, I know I have sinned. I have wronged. I have wandered from the path. Yet please, seeing it in your guiding hand that Jacob is a full match. I might have lost one child, please I can't lose another." How was I to take that whispered prayer? "Son of a...! That was my last one too!" Now I think it would be a good time to get my drink and split. Yet that wasn't the case as I walked into the kitchen. Me and my mother locked eyes as she was beginning to pull up her shirt over her breasts. Its not my fault my eyes zeroed in on the nipple that protruded from the large hole in the right cup. "Jacob!" Pauline stammered, red faced, as she thrust her shirt down. I ignored the display, mentally anyway, not so much physically given how my cock began to lengthen. I didn't say a word as I went to pour myself a drink.
"What are you doing in here anyway?" I asked, as that rich brown fluid flowed into my glass.
"Doing?! Oh! I was making a grocery list." I glanced over to her as she hurriedly reached for the small notepad that I leave out for such things. "I was thinking of doing some shopping maybe tomorrow or the next day." I was perplexed at her bashfulness. I mean I have seen my mother being fucked by her father, so why act so shy about me seeing her nipple? I don't understand this woman. Holding out my hand for the pad. Hey, if she wants to go shopping and have to deal with that hassle, more power to her; frees up an hour for me, win, win.
"You done with this?" I asked, as I looked up once I skimmed through it.
"No, I think, I need to go through your pantry to see if there's any..."
"There's not, its pretty full already," I said, before handing the pad back to her.
"Okay."
"What the hell did Roy do to you?" I asked, in a soft whisper. This was not my mother; this weak, timid woman was not the woman I remembered.
"Please... son, can we not talk about that?" My mother looked away, her right hand held her left arm, as she gave off a feeling of fear and pensiveness.
"Fine. Don't tell me," I said, taking a half-step before stopping. "What did you mean that was your last one?" I inquired as I turned back to her.
"You saw," Pauline said, shyly gesturing to her right breast. It wasn't the motion that stilled my mind. No. It was the deep shade of red of my mother's blush. Roy better be glad he's dead, I'd kill him, not because she's my mother but because no one should be treated like that. I won't push that subject, eventually she's going to have to tell me.
Setting my drink onto the table, reaching behind me remembering the money for the groceries. Opening my wallet, gazing down at the four hundred dollars knowing I'm going to have make a decision soon. "You know you'll have to tell me, not now, if you want some form of... whatever this is that's happening right now, then you have till the results come back," I stated firmly as I dropped the four hundred onto the table. "I need to know what kind of shit I'm getting into," sliding my wallet back into my pocket, "if you can't then you leave and never bother me again. Do you understand?" I asked, as I peered over my shoulder.
"Yes... I do Jacob," Pauline said, I noticed the slight tremble of her lip as she fought to contain her emotions.
"Two hundred should cover the cost for the groceries. Use the rest for clothes and what not. I'm going to assume if it took you this long to get down here in that car it isn't all that reliable."
"Guilty."
"Why does it seem that my mother is just waiting for a strike to happen?" I asked myself. "Since I don't have to work tomorrow, you may borrow it then, and see if you can make an appointment for Wednesday," I said, thankful it was the beginning of the three day-off days in my swing shift. "Wonder if I could make some overtime?"
"Okay Jacob, thank you..."
"If you go to Phil's for lunch and don't tell me, I'll have to cut ya," I said, tipping up my glass to my mother as I walked out, leaving the keys to my car on the table.
"You were gone a while..." I noticed Emily's eyes on me as sat back down in front of the boobtube. "you missed like first part of this one."
"Its fine, you can watch what you want, you know?" I told her as I set the remote on the cushion. I tried not to notice how Emily sat up like a cat ready to pounce. Her eyes darting back and forth.
"Really?" Emily asked, in a skeptical light.
"Really, knock yourself out," I urged her on. "Really, was the squeal necessary?" Rolling my eyes in amusement as she bounced on the sofa.
"Didn't take you for UFOs," I mused as Emily had chosen 'Ancient Aliens'.
"Think of all that probing!" Emily said, in this very creepy voice, and an equally creepy smile as she turned to look at me. I kept my crude comment to myself, but I did laugh, I'll give her that.
We were three episodes in when my mother walked in. "Emily, it's past midnight, time for bed." I peered over the couch as my mother stood in the shadows.
"Mom! You got to try this Netflix," Emily said, leaping from her seat, running to join her mother.
"Maybe you can show me when we get back from shopping," slowly turning her daughter towards the guestroom, "Good night Jacob, clothes shopping is best done in the early hours," Pauline said, giving me a small wave before sinking into the shadows.
"Clothes?! Really!" I heard the thundering of feet as someone raced up the hall. I huffed as Emily threw her arms around me pinning me against the back of the couch. "Thank you." I heard her whisper trembling in my ear. I patted her forearm lightly not really sure how to react when I heard her sniffling.
Ah! Bed! What more could be said about that? Those nice soft sheets contouring to your every curve. The light fragrance your dryer sheets carry, me personally I like the 'Moonlit Breeze'. Your cheek brushing along your pillow as you try to get another five minutes in before you wake up. The swaying mounds before your sleepy eyes. What the! Breasts?! They didn't belong to my ex-girlfriend from two years ago. My groggy eyes opened more... Oh shit! Was I just ogling my mother's breasts?!
To Be Continued...Broken Pt. 03
Clothes shopping leads to the hints of what Jacob faces.
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content.
Author's note: For all of those that are complaining that these stories are too short. They're meant to be short. This story is something I work on when I have writer's block while I'm working on other stories say like Porn Star Family, Pharaoh and so on.
Thanks to WA001 for the edits
******
"Honey?!" Pauline's voice had this sweet tone to it as her hand gently rubbed/shook my left shoulder as I laid on my stomach. "I'm going to make breakfast before we leave, would you like a plate?"
"Depends," I croaked.
"Scrambled eggs, bacon, and a few of your Eggo waffles."
Fuckin' A! God damn right I do. My left hand rubbed the sleep from my eye before running it down my face. "Out back, on the porch there's a deep freeze, there's another carton if there's not enough in the freezer in the kitchen. The key is hanging by the back door, just lock it back," I said, rolling onto my back. Then the realization washed over me; I wasn't the only thing awake at the moment, covering myself quickly. Awkward! "So...?"
"... Right! I-It will be ready soon." I sighed and shook my head as my mother walked hurriedly out of my room. Okay, clearly yesterday wasn't a dream.
"Hey... Jacob?" I heard Emily's voice as I ran my hand through my hair as I entered the kitchen in my pajamas.
"Yeah," I said, keeping my groan from my voice.
"Would it be okay, if we watch the... Netflix again?" I watched as my half-sister's nose wrinkled as she mouthed the word 'Netflix' as if it was a foreign language to her.
"You do know it's on all the TVs right?" I asked, clearly she did not.
"Then the one in our room, it has it?" Emily asked me, as she gazed at me in wonder.
"Pretty much," I said, walking towards the coffee maker.
"Would you..."
"Listen, you can watch whatever you want on the TV in your room," I said, cutting Emily off knowing where this was going. My eyes glanced at my mother while the blush she'd gotten when I rolled over, presenting it to her, was mostly gone, there was still a slight rouge of it left on her cheeks. "Okay, there's a bedroom upstairs, it's small, but it's a free bed. The bathroom across from it only has a shower in it due to the remodel of the master bedroom. If you want your own bed."
"Does it have a TV too?"
"Small one, that was the guest room when grandma was alive, the one you're in is my old bedroom," I said, noting how my mother's eyes widened. Wondering how she'd act due to her recent obsession with me. "Now it's hardly used."
"Can I Mom?!" Emily asked, as I walked over to the table.
"You sure you don't..."
"Christ... No. I wouldn't have offered if I minded, now would I?" I said, in a monotone voice. Then I can keep an eye on them in case they still have that organ stealing scheme going on. "I'm guessing asking for permission was a huge deal with Roy?" I asked Emily, as I sat down.
"Very," Emily said, nodding her head sternly.
"You might want to change the sheets, been a long time since anyone used that bed. The closet at your door next to the new guest room, bottom shelf, just keep it clean." I was not expecting the water works as Emily began to cry. "I think I broke her," I said, turning around in my seat.
"She's never had her own bed before Jacob," Pauline said, wiping away a tear as she stirred the eggs as the bacon fried.
"Really?" I looked back at Emily who nodded sadly.
"I slept on the couch. Mom would let me on her bed to nap when Dad wasn't home. Other than that for 18 years that's been my bed."
"Well... Fuck... Long as you stay out of my room, but," holding up my index finger, "the living room TV will revert back to my control should I wish to watch something, other than that you don't have to ask me, we'll discuss other rules should this test prove that your stay becomes longer," I said, slyly noting how they hid their excitement just not the rushing of feet as my half-sister ran into Pauline's arms. "Something else from Roy?"
I could only nod when my mother mouthed 'Thank you', her hand stroking the back of Emily's hair as she held her. What the fuck could I even say to that shit?! Just what kind of monster did Roy turn into? Getting up, taking the open box of Eggos from the freezer noting only two remained. Laying it on the table as I walked out of the kitchen.
"Jacob what are you doing? Breakfast is almost..." I heard my mother ask as I walked back in with the new box of Eggos. Guess I need to pull out the waffle iron.
"Went and got the new box, put down two boxes of pancake mix," I said, hanging up the key, seeing my mother nod. "Oh, and honey." Passing my mother and placing it on the table before plucking my coffee cup from the table. Looking to my right as I heard the hinges of the door were the mugs were stored squeak open; like they have done all my life. Seeing Pauline pulling out a mug, a mug I thought my grandmother had thrown away.
"She kept it?!" I watched as my mother whispered to it. Was it too cruel to be cruel so damn early in the morning on my day off?
"All I got is the powder creamer that grandma used, you can get some other kind for yourself if you want," I said, as I walked past her to my seat. Noting how Emily had opened up the new box and already dropped four waffles into the slots. "I got maple and strawberry."
"Huh?!" Just how much did Roy keep away from her?
"The types of syrup I have," I said, walking over to the pantry. Pulling out the two bottles, watching how Emily's eyes were fixated on them as I placed them in the middle of the table.
"I heard about it, but Dad would only allow maple," Emily said, sitting straighter. I watched how her hand reached out before pulling back.
"Go ahead, if you want to try it," I said, I waved to it as the toaster popped.
"Jacob," pouring herself another glass of orange juice, "where is Mom buried?" Pauline asked, setting down the orange juice pitcher. Like grandma I like it made from concentrate instead of the jugs you get at the store.
"Beside Dad," I stated plainly as I plunged my fork into the last bite of waffle. "One or two?" I asked, as me and Emily both reached for the box.
"One..." Looking over at my mother seeing if she would be her old self or stay the woman from last night. "Please." Taking the rest out and placing them in their slots. "If either of you are still hungry after your one you can half it," I said, pushing the plungers down. "Are you wanting to know where in Croesan Hill they are?" I inquired as I sat back down.
"Yes Jacob," Pauline said, I glanced down at how her hand gripped the side of the table.
"You remember that old magnolia tree in the southeast corner of Croesan Hill?" I asked, to which my mother nodded. Quickly drawing a map of it in my syrup, "Point yourself west, go up five, right two, up three. You going to see them?" I asked, into my cup.
"Yes." My mother had this somber tone as she answered. The smell of hot Eggos filled the room before the toaster popped.
Getting up grabbing a waffle and holding it in my lips as I rose. "Eat, you're going to need it. Because whatever you have to say to them, is kind of late, don't ya think?" I said sarcastically, as I poured myself another cup of coffee. "Better late than never I guess." Okay, maybe it's never too early to be cruel as I took a bite of the waffle. "Shit," I cursed to myself as it appeared my mother was about to break down.
My mother looked up at me weakly, tears reamed her eyes as I placed my hand on her shoulder. My coffee keeping my waffle warm as it sat on top of it. "You had to know this was going to be part of the territory when you tried to turn my backyard into your Roman bath."
"Yes Jacob I know... b-b-but... B-Billy's gone..." I kept my waffle from becoming part of the five second rule as my mother wept loudly into my hip.
"Oh... It's just now hitting you, isn't it?" I asked, peering down at my mother's head. "You really didn't know?" I watched as she shook her head against my left hip.
"Mom would talk about him all the time when Dad wasn't around. I was five, when Mom told me about how they first meet. Over the years I too had really wanted to meet him. Your dad..." Emily's voice began to tremble. "He sounded like a fairy tale." I had to give it her she was holding it together better than I thought. "Not a day goes by that I don't wish your father was mine!"
"Dad would have probably taken you in," I said, causing her to look up at me with her own tear filled eyes. "I don't know about... Mom (that was weird), but you yeah, or at least let you eat here. Why?" Emily nodded. "That pesky blood-tie, for my sake, anyway."
"Do you think he would?" Emily asked, drying her cheeks.
"Well my opinion is from the eyes of a six-year-old. Ask her, she's the only one left alive to tell you that," I said, pointing down at my mother. "You finished with my hip?" Seeing her nod against me as I peered down at her. "Okay then, you two finish, set the dishes in the sink I'll get to them after my shower," I said, waving my coffee soaked waffle at them from over my shoulder as I left the room.
******
"I miss my car," I muttered to the window as I looked out at the empty space in the driveway. It's been three hours since I heard the sound of my car. Pondering the wait time a borrowed car becomes a stolen one. "Damn it," I sighed as my gaze fell on that rusty junk knowing what I was going to have to do to get mine back.
My ears perked at a sound I knew all too well as I was typing in the info of the car into one of the local auto parts store webpage. I could at least know what the parts cost, I'd just be paying for their labor since I don't have the tools to get into that kind of hardcore repair work. I tried not to appear so worried about the fate of my car as they rolled past me.
"Jacob? What are you doing?" I heard the worry in her voice as my mother climbed out of my car.
"Seeing what parts I can see are in need of replacement, then was going to wait on you and ask you when you got back. Oh, you might want to clean out your car of anything valuable," I said, closing the hood.
"What do you mean..."
"You aren't junking our home!" Emily shouted defensibly as she ran around the back of my car.
"Junk it, I wasn't thinking that," I said, setting my tablet on the hood of their car. "Now that you mention it, that sounds perfect, thank you for the idea." Was it wrong of me to get a kick at the look of horror as what she had just done appeared on her face? Probably. "I was going to have it repaired. But if doing something nice is going to get me accused of something devious."
"Please, please I'm sorry, I didn't know... wait you're joking? Mom is he joking?" Emily asked, confused by the smile on my face.
"He is," Pauline nodded weakly. I just hoped my mother didn't see too much into this. This way, if I do kick her out she'll have a means to do so.
"Not cool, I really thought you were going to do that," Emily said, in this pouty huff as she crossed her arms.
"I'll take it that Roy didn't use a lot of sarcasm?" I asked, seeing Emily shaking her head. "Well get used to it, I use it a lot."
"Jacob... you don't have to do this; I don't want you to..." I wonder if my mother would think that if she knew the real reason? I'm not going to tell her, are you?
"Its fine," I said, picking up my tablet. "But what are you doing back? I thought you said you were going to the grocery store too?"
"Well..." My mother's cheeks heated as I closed the tablet case. "You mentioned about going to Phil's, well... I thought we could pick you up if you wanted to go, and I was going to go after Phil's."
"Oh. Well, sure," I noted the shopping bags in the back seat, "why don't you take your bags in while I lock up," I said, taking the keys from her.
******
"Jacob? Is something wrong?" Pauline asked, as we idled in the driveway. Honestly, I just love how that car feels as it does and was trying to decide what to listen to.
"No, why?" I asked, as I scrolled through iHeart.
"We've been sitting here for three minutes," my mother said, bringing my attention to the clock on the radio.
"I'm figuring out what I want to listen to," I stated.
"But the radio isn't on." I looked back; Emily's brown hair brushed along her cheek as she scooted forward. Suddenly I was five-years-old all over again as her soft brown eyes looked at me in an inquisitive light.
"This is my radio now," I said, shaking my phone as Emily peeked over the seat. I pondered on how many times a mind could be blown before it pulls a hemisphere. "Seat belt," I ordered as I tapped on the station. My foot pressed on the brake pedal as I shifted in to reverse. I watched my mother's eyes widen as Nirvana's 'Heart Shaped Box' came on. The way she fought from smiling, how her fingers slowly curled along her -- New -- jeans. "I hope they fit," I said, glancing down at her jeans as I turned the car around.
"Yes, very well, thank you Jacob," Pauline said, in a small soft voice.
"You can sing if you want," I said, replaying the song. "God damn, just what did Roy do to her?" I asked myself as my mother teared up at that.
"Hey! Wait!" I nodded to Emily telling my mother it was okay to sing. Getting a glimpse of what I would be getting into. It started soft and low, I saw her eyes darting to me, when I didn't say a word, other than to throw the car into drive and head off for lunch. By the time we reached the end of my long driveway, it seemed like the dam had burst as she belted out those tunes.
"Hmm?" I looked left then right. Wondering which way to go, ones a twelve minute ride, the other is a five minute one. "You want to go the long way?" I asked my mother, as I looked over at her.
"I-I-s that farm still there?" Pauline asked, in a low whisper.
"Yeah, drove past it just two days ago. Unless of course, you think a farm could just up and run away," I said, teasing my mother. "So do you what to...?"
"Yes please, if you don't mind." I had turned down the radio so I could hear her. Noticing how she was studying her lap as she brushed her hair behind her ear. I noticed how her eyes glanced up watching my hands on the wheel. The small smile that rose the corners of her lips as I turned to the left.
"You ever see a horse?" I asked, as I looked at Emily in the rearview mirror.
"Yeah, I'm a shut-in not sheltered you know," Emily said, I wondered why she was getting agitated all of a sudden.
"Have you ever petted one?" I inquired, with a pointed look. I tried not to smirk, I tired, but well, that didn't happen.
"Can I-I really?" Emily asked, nervously.
"Yeah, the old man doesn't mind," I said, throwing on the blinker.
"Go on," I nodded once I had pulled off the road. "Go, go," I waved them off when they looked at me like they were waiting for my permission. Shutting off the car letting them know I wasn't about to drive off. "Guess I can check my email," I said to myself. Looking up from my Clash of Clans game as I heard the footsteps walking through the grass. "Have fun?" I asked, as my mother slid into her seat.
"Very much so," Pauline said, over the sound of her seat belt clicking.
"You don't mind if we come here from time to time?" Emily asked, as she closed the door.
"There a reason why I would?" I answered.
"Your house, your rules," Emily muttered low as she fidgeted with her fingers.
"If you want to pet the horses you just have to say," I said, starting the engine. Knowing how Fate was depriving me of my righteous sarcasm given what I'm facing. It was clear to me they really need the kind of help I'm not qualified for.
******
It was around three thirty when I heard the rumble of my car. I was walking out the door when my mother was popping the trunk. I was slyly checking for damage to it as my mother came walking past me all red faced and ashamed carrying bags towards the house. It was funny to watch; only wish I knew what caused it.
"You sure you don't have something to tell us?" Emily asked assertively, as I rounded the corner of my car. Her finger pointing at the white paint of the Devils trap.
"No, why? Something wrong with it?" I asked, aloofly.
"A-are you a devil worshipper?" Emily whispered as she leaned in. I couldn't help it; it just came out as I doubled over in laugher.
"Y-you remember that show from last night?" I asked through heaves, as Emily nodded. "It's from there, it's a Devil's trap. Nothing to be alarmed of, unless you're a devil, are you one?" I inquired as I eyed my half-sister/aunt oddly. I watched at how Emily's hair flew through the air and the small smile on her lips. "Well then, you don't have anything to worry about," I said, taking three bags in each hand.
I watched how my mother's body stood frozen, in the corner where the sink buts up with the small counter that was sandwiched by the stove, her head bowed groceries still in her hand. "Did Roy really need to be addressed the moment he walked in? Just how much of a narcissist was he?" I asked myself. "Do you want me to just wait and let you two deal with this?" I asked, as I set down the bags. Knowing this was going to happened every time I walked in.
"I-if you don't mind Jacob," Pauline said. I noted how her fingers tightened around the cans that were in her hand. "Maybe she's still in there," I muttered to myself.
"Alright, I'll be out of your way then," I said, as I left the room, waving at her was I did.
"Hey Jacob," Emily spoke through the screen as I rocked in the hammock that was suspended from the rafters of the porch.
"Yeah?" I asked, enjoying the breeze.
"Mom's sorry about... you know, just that Dad..."
"Was a controlling bastard?" I finished for her.
"Y-yeah," Emily said, weakly.
"Tell her it's okay, I'll keep out her way when she does the shopping," I said, looking to my right.
"What... are you laying on?" Emily asked, as she stepped out onto the porch.
"Never been on a hammock?" I asked, "Of course not," I quickly added. "Come on," I said, scooting over. It was a two person hammock to begin with. I just like the space. Gesturing to the spot as Emily started to speak. I guess she was going to take my hand gesture as my permission.
"This is so weird... Can I..."
"As much as you want," I said, cutting off her question. I just laid there looking up at the ceiling kind of hoping they'd need an engineer to come in. I knew her eyes were on me; I mean we had some great roof-age to stare at.
"What was she like?" Emily asked, when we had been laying there for what felt like ten minutes. Her looking at me, me staring up at the roof, pretending like I don't notice. Great times!
"Could you be more specific," I said, rolling my hand.
"Grand..." I glanced over as it appeared to me she was trying to determine what she was to our grandmother.
"Anything specific about her, or do you just want a generalization of her life?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Second one... for now," Emily said, her brown eyes glanced up at me as she fidgeted with the rope of the hammock.
"Well... Grandma was a pain at the beginning but given what had happened..." I gestured at her, "But sometime around year five or so she lost most of the bitterness, but that didn't mean it wasn't there. It just wasn't directed at me any longer. She tried to date, but given what happened, and the fact she was in her late fifties stuck raising me, didn't leave her a lot of time to socialize. I do remember this one time, in my sophomore year in community college, I didn't have class that day. I was playing hooky, that means I skipping out on something -- in this case -- work. I really didn't feel like dealing with the people at the cell phone place I worked at. So there I was, walking around downtown -- mind you this is a small town, so our downtown isn't all that... crowded -- looking for something to do to kill time. Then I saw her, sitting at this café, laughing over coffee with, well, the who isn't important, it was the fact I saw happiness in her eyes after so long. So I acted like I didn't see her and hopefully she didn't see me."
"Did she?" Emily asked, inquisitively. I noticed the shadow moving in the window. I thought better than to call her out.
"Oh yeah," I chuckled. "You should have seen her all red faced as she walked through the door and saw me standing there in the kitchen. It was so hard to keep from laughing, you see when I was little... Mom would put on Hook. After that, if you believe her telling of the event, Mr. Gumburg came walking down the street. Mom made this hook out of her nose with her finger given how his nose had a slight bend in it at the time, now, it does sort of like a hook. So there stood grandma all red faced, she knew of the nickname Mom called him. I couldn't help it I let out an: 'Arrrr'," I heard the snort from the open doorway, "then she let out this groan -- and I? I laughed as I walked out. That was a good day," I said, in a sigh.
"What's a 'Hook'?!" Emily asked, confused.
"Captian Hook," I saw the confusion in her eyes, "You know Peter Pan. Get up," I ordered as still saw confusion in her eyes.
"O-okay, did I..."
"What?! Shit... Nothing like that, thought you would like to see a movie."
"How?" Emily asked, with this rather peculiar look; a mixture of excitement and curiosity.
"The Netflix," I stated as I opened the door. "You thinking lasagna?" I asked, as I looked over at my mother. Not hiding that I knew she was there.
"Really?" I noted how odd her excitement was as she asked that.
"Not much variety with Roy I take it?" I asked, as I watched as she slowly nodded. Turning to get the key from the peg for the deep freeze. "Then you two never had Texas toast garlic bread, have you?" Looking at the two of them as they shook their heads. "You had to have had a Drumstick before, right?"
"No. Why?"
"Is she allergic...?" I nodded to Emily as I peered at my mother who whisper a low: No. "Here, hold that," I said, holding out the family size lasagna and garlic bread to my mother. I know too much for one person, I bought it by habit two weeks ago. I watched my mother's eyes move over the box. "It's good," her eyes shot to mine as I said that, "and for dessert," I said, pulling out a box of Drumsticks. I wondered if my mother realized why I did that. As I saw her eyes move towards the steps behind me I knew she did. "Why don't you go put that up and I'll pull out the popcorn maker. You ever been to a movie theater?" I asked Emily as she followed after me, closing the door as she did.
"Yeah, Dad did have his moments."
"Well, you can't see it in the theater anymore, I can, however, bring some flavor to it," I said, walking into the den, where most of the clutter is. "What?!" My hand rested on top of the maker as I wheeled the cart out. Nothing fancy I assure you. "You can't watch Hook without popcorn," I said, as Emily looked at me strangely. Shooing her out of the way, "Middle cabinet, lower shelf, bring the corn and oil," I said, pushing the device past the door when I saw my mother heading towards us.
I ignored how Emily's face was pressed to the glass as I added the three teaspoons of oil to the pan. Seeing the green light come on noting the time to add the corn and the seasoning that the theaters use in the popper.
"Jacob? Shall I fetch a bowl?" Pauline asked, as she stood behind me.
"You can if you want or..." Pulling out the folded popcorn tubs I buy off of Etsy along with the seasoning. I personally like three oils and three scoops of salt flakes, makes it extra buttery. "We could use these," I said, popping the tub into shape. Folding the bottom in and handed it to Emily then one for my mother as the smell of the seasoning started to fill the room. Taking the first hot scoop, walking to the kitchen, "You can make yourself drinks if you want," I said, as I rounded the corner.
I watched my mother's jaw drop as I surfed through Netflix. "Jacob what is this?!" Pauline asked, I noted how she fought herself from touching me as we all sat on the couch. Emily and I were at either end and our mother was in the middle.
"The theater of the future!" I exclaimed as I pressed the play button as I selected Hook.
I got up when I heard the buzzer that the oven had preheated. Waving for my mother to stay when she started to get up. Flinching away when the wave of heat struck my face. Peeking into the living room once I put our dinner in the oven. I nearly leaped out of my skin as I closed the freezer door and Emily as standing there.
"Me and Mom wanted another drink... okay?" Emily said, lifting up the glasses.
"Sure," I said, backing away. "For future reference if you happen to be here longer than planned for, when the bottle gets below half, put another one in the fridge so it will be nice and cold when its opened. Okay?" I asked, reaching for the other baking sheet.
"I-if you want we can drink water." I heard the tremble in her voice.
"No. I'm not saying that, just saying, I don't like drinking warm soda," I said, smiling at her hopefully telling her it was fine. "In the pantry," pointing to the door behind her, "on the floor that's where you'll find them. You can do that right?"
"Yes, of course," Emily nodded her head. "I-I'll tell Mom. What are you doing?" I glanced over at her as she stepped up to my side as I laid the tin foil down onto the sheet.
"This way the bread won't stick to the pan, plus less clean up."
"I see... and we're having those with dinner?" Emily asked, as I laid out the eight pieces on the pan to thaw out. Watching her nose wiggle as it caught the scent of the garlic bread. I noted how she took a few swallows as she stared down at those eight frozen slices.
"First time having garlic bread?" I asked, the shaking of her head really surprised me given everything I've learned so far about this side of Roy I never knew about. I was equally perplexed by the devious smirk she was wearing as she turned to look at me.
"Mom bought me a little salt shaker, she had to be sneaky about it. When Dad was gone, I'd pull it out from the vent that the couch covered. Then I'd sprinkle the garlic salt onto some toast, but nothing like this," Emily said in awe, as she stared down at the inch thick slices. "I've been thinking about what you said yesterday," she said, her brown hair brushed along her cheek as she rose and turned her head to look me. I knew she would definitely look like Pauline in six years. Well... can't say history will repeat itself here, now can I?
"Okay, what about it?" I asked, not liking where this was going.
"If I'm not your sister then that makes me your aunt," there was definitely a mischievousness in that smirk of hers, "although I would really like to try to be your sister. I'd have to say, I'd probably say the same thing as you -- if I didn't have... well... Dad. I hope you'll at least give me the chance. If you can't I'll understand." I watched how her body language took on a somber tone.
"Listen... just because you aren't living here if that comes to pass, that does not mean we can't talk," I said, watching her reaction of the realization setting in as her eyes widened as she turned her gaze back to me. "Don't you two have like a cell phone?"
"Yeah... Then does that mean we... can call you?" Emily asked, with excited eyes.
"Let's start out with... you do know how to text... I see," I said, as she shook her head. "Then calling is fine... just don't abuse it," I stated as I set the timer for when it was time to put the bread in.
"Will you teach me how to text?" Emily asked me, as she followed closely behind me.
"Sure... why don't you go get your phone," I said, over my shoulder. Taking very careful note of the light brushing of her breasts against my back. Way too close! My back stiffened as I felt my half-sister press her firm, round, soft breasts into my back as her fingers curled around my shirt.
"T-then may be if I have like a bad dream one night... would it be okay to call you?"
"Me? Why not your sister?" If she wanted to throw the aunt thing around I thought I'd do the same.
"Mom wasn't the only one that stalked your Facebook."
"Okay... I'm really, really going to have to set that to private," I said to myself.
"I know you didn't post about her death, yet after it... and now, it felt so sad. Thinking that you were all alone. Yet I was there, I'm Feby Ticklebottom." I heard Emily giggle behind me as she said the name. "I tried to tell you without coming out and saying it. That you weren't alone, we were still there, yet I feared that if I did you'd block me and never want to talk to me again." I felt her hot breath flowing through my shirt as she pressed her forehead against my back.
"Honestly, I thought you were a bot given the lapses in time that you posted on my stuff," I said, trying everything to not focus on how her breasts felt.
"Well... I couldn't access it all the time, I had to wait for when Mom was out since she liked to stare at your picture for hours... Then I had about an hour to go through everything you posted."
"I see," I said, wondering where this obsession about me was going to go. My eyes glanced over to the right as saw the shadow of my mother approaching.
"Jacob? Are you coming back to watch the movie?" Pauline asked, with her head bowed as she stood at the threshold.
"Yeah, I'm just weighed down at the moment," I said, nodding to Emily behind me.
"Well..." Brushing her hair behind her ear I noted how her cheeks heated as her eyes glanced up at me then back down then up again. "I paused the movie, Emily let go of your brother so we can continue."
"Okay Mom," Emily said, from behind me. I was taken aback as Emily placed a kiss on my cheek. "Thank you, I know you didn't want to, but you allowed us in. You're a good man."
I just stood there very confused. Am I really a good man? I don't think one would say that if they knew what I was thinking about them. Then again, I'm probably the only one that's ever been kind to Emily.
I quickly got up at the sound of the buzzer. I had removed the lid from the lasagna fifteen minutes prior so the cheese could get all nice and brown. We all like that, don't we? I walked hurriedly into the kitchen; I wasn't about to allow the bread to burn. Giving the pan a nod of approval as I pulled it out. Setting it on the back of the stove, it wasn't long before I heard feet approaching as the smell of the lasagna drifted through the house.
"Shall we help set the table?" Pauline asked, as she stood in the doorway to my left with Emily peering over her left shoulder.
"Sure, if you want," I said, looking over at her. "You know where the plates are," I stated as I rummaged through the silverware drawer looking for that pesky spatula. Twirling it in my fingers as I plucked the bowl my grandmother always used for bread when it was being served at dinner, out of the dish rack. Laying a clean dish towel in the bowl. Arranging the bread just so, so that the cheese wouldn't stick to the underside of another piece. I hate that when it happens. Handing the bowl off to Emily who quickly carried it to the table. My mother stood there with plates in hand as I cut the lasagna into squares. The first plate filled my hand as I held it out only to be passed onto Emily who quickly returned until only my plate was left. There was enough left over for each of us to have another serving. I cocked an eyebrow as Emily and Pauline were muttering low with their heads bowed and their hands linked together. "Grace? Really?" I muttered to myself as I took my seat. "Then again, they just might have needed God. Who fucking knows."
"Jacob," I had thought we were going for the silent dinner but appears I was wrong, "I called Emily's doctor when we were grocery shopping."
"Okay, and when did you get her a doctor?" I asked, I wasn't expecting my mother's cheeks to turn crimson at my question. I so don't understand that woman.
"Last week, when we first arrived in town," Pauline muttered.
"Mom was working up the courage to see you," Emily said, before taking a bite of the bread. If I didn't know any better I'd say my half-sister, or aunt, whichever you want to call her, almost had an orgasm.
"There's no feta cheese in here?!" I looked over to my mother who stared down in shock at her dinner.
"Why would there be? I hate feta cheese," I stated.
"That's not what I meant..." I noticed how hard it was for her to pull back her hand. "Just when Roy bought it he would force us to eat it knowing how I don't like it either." I watched how her hand tightened around her fork. "So after that he stopped buying it once we made a fuss about the feta cheese. Not that I cared, I had to vomit it up when I was done."
"This is so much better!" I nodded as Emily dug into her food.
"Yes, yes it is," Pauline sighed as she took her first bite.
"Okay so, what did the doctor say?" I asked, after my mother had hurriedly eaten half of her portion glancing over to my left as Emily slid her chair back, having already wolfed down her own. "Where does that girl put it?" I nodded to the stove when she started to speak. Alright, I'll admit her eyes are dazzling when they sparkle like they were at that moment. When my mother looked down at her plate then to the stove and then to me, I just waved her on.
"She said: she would like to see you at eleven tomorrow, so they can get a sample and see if you're healthy enough for the transplantation," Pauline said, as she walked back to the table after she got her second helping.
"I'll be there too!" I looked down as Emily covered my hand with hers as she leaned over the table. "I know you're going to save me. I just know it!" As much as I would like to make a sarcastic remark then, I didn't, as much as it pained me not too. I just simply nodded my head, no sense in kicking her when she's down given their lives.
"God. I really, really hate you Fate!" I silently cursed the heavens! Before long, and yes, Emily ate my slice of lasagna and she and Pauline polished off the last of the bread. "Great! Don't save me half of one!" I sighed to myself. And with that, they rose from their seats, took the dirty dishes, and prepared to clean up after our dinner. I mean wouldn't you mind not having to do the dishes?
"Jacob... can I use the dishwasher?" Pauline asked inquisitively, as she pointed at it.
"Yeah sure, just rinse off the spatula and stuff and have at it," I said, as I got up. "The soap is under the sink." I was going to have to run a cycle anyway given how the dishes had been building up inside of it. What? I'm lazy alright! Plus it's not sensible to run a load with only one plate in it. No, there isn't mold growing on the plates. I just forgot to turn it on this morning.
"Like this Jacob?" Pauline asked, placing the detergent pack into the slot.
"Mmmhmm," I nodded as she closed it and shut the door. "Now see that little lever at the top push it to the left."
"Okay, why?" Pauline asked, as she did it.
"Locks the door so if something happens the kitchen won't get flooded. Now turn the knob to the left two times and hit start," I instructed. I watched as she and Emily stood in awe as the machine started. "Who wants to watch Top Gun?" I was not expecting how fast my mother's head snapped towards me. I knew that was the movie she and my father watched when they wanted some romance. Yes, I know, it really isn't, what can I say, my father was a strange man -- and Pauline? -- well she would snuggle up to him, rest her head on his shoulder, and have this smile on her face; or that's what my grandmother told me when she got this sad look on her face when it came on the cable channel.
"Jacob... I don't think that would be appropriate," Pauline said. Was it wrong of me to get some sense of joy out of watching her squirm? Oh, most definitely! Did I care? Fuck no. I was having a ball.
"Why not?" I asked, with a wicked smirk. "You got a problem with Top Gun?" I inquired as I looked over at Emily.
"Mom? Isn't that the movie you never want to watch?" Emily whispered, yet I heard it clearly in my '50 style kitchen. Yes I remodeled it to look like Bobby Singer's kitchen from Supernatural. I did tell you I was that kind of fan boy. No. I don't have the basement safe room. Not that I haven't thought about it.
"Please Jacob, must we?" Pauline asked, with those pleading eyes of hers.
"Mmmhmm," I nodded. I wasn't about to make her life easy.
"Okay," Pauline said weakly, hanging her head. "But if I hold on to you, don't say you weren't warned," she said, as her eyes glanced over to me.
"I'll risk it," I stated as I poured myself another glass. "Hmm," I hummed as I stared down at the pantry floor. "Tomorrow after the docs we're going to have to stop and get more soda, you didn't buy any." I didn't see my mother move or hear her for that matter as I bent down and picked another two litter from the floor. "Way too close," I muttered to myself trying not to drop the bottle as my mother stood less than six inches away from me.
"Please Jacob, it was a mistake..."
"Whoa, whoa, it's just soda, it's not the end of the world," I said, noting the look of fear in my mother's eyes. That was never an emotion I ever saw or at least that's what I remember anyway. Yet the way my mother looked at me to her it might be the end of the world.
"Are you sure?" Pauline asked, looking at me with watery eyes. I didn't plan on it, my hand just moved on its own. I felt my mother tremble as my hand rested on her shoulder. I watched as she bit her lip as she peered down at my hand. Then those brown eyes of hers found their way back to me. I tried not to be creeped out at how she stared at me and brushed her cheek against my hand. "You've finally t-touched me. I wanted you to do it first if at all. You don't know how long I've waited to feel your touch again. To feel the hands of my son," Pauline said, getting misty eyed. How I wish I'd never done that. Now it appears I'm tethered to my mother seeing how she won't let go of my hand. "Now I know I can get through the movie." I got a feeling that my mother wasn't all there, or that I had somehow flipped a switch in that brain of hers. If the look in her eyes was any indication then Roy must have done something to my mother in all those years. "Emily, place this," I looked down as my mother took the bottle from my hand, "in the fridge, we wouldn't want to displease Jacob."
Okay, I was totally on edge. "Displease me?! What the fuck?!" I asked myself in a worrying tone. I just hoped that she wasn't about to become a female version of Norman Bates.
"Of course," Emily nodded vehemently. "You have apple jelly!" she squealed in surprise. I peered over Pauline's shoulder as I watched Emily dance in the open door of the fridge. "Can I have some in the morning?" She looked at me with these excited eyes.
"Sure, you just make sure you clean up after yourself," I said, wondering just what kind of crazy did I get myself into.
"Yes brother." That sounded so... strange and dirty especially with the way she was looking at me.
"You can't forget about this!" Pauline said excitedly, handing me my drink.
"Thanks," I muttered trying to dislodge my mother's grip. Only to feel her tightening it, those wild eyes telling me she wasn't letting go. I groaned inwardly as I heard my mother giggling behind me as I walked back to the living room.
I tried not to be alarmed by how my mother was snuggling up to me. The way my hand was trapped between Pauline's thighs; far, far, far too close to her womanhood. The way her fingers danced lightly up and down my right arm. How the strawberry scent of the shampoo that was in the guest bath filled my nostrils as she rested her left cheek on my shoulder. Just like how she used to do with Dad when Berlin's 'Take My Breath Away' started to play during the movie.
"You look so much like Billy when he was your age," Pauline whispered into my ear.
"Well... He didn't live past it," I said, sarcastically.
"I know... honey, I can't tell you how sorry I am about that. I never wanted to hurt Billy, I was only trying to help my family. If I knew that was what had happened I would've found a way to come home. I would never intentionally leave you behind. Just things happened, things that won't ever affect us again." I saw that she wasn't telling me the whole truth on that matter. Yet I also saw she wasn't going to talk about it.
"Uh-huh," I mumbled as I got up.
"Jacob?!" I glanced down as my mother quickly turned and her hand gripped the back cushion.
"I want ice cream," I grumbled. Did she actually think I would buy that load of garbage?! If I was so damn important then why did she wait eighteen years to show up?
"Here," I said coldly, as I held out the Drumstick to my half-sister.
"What's this?" Emily asked, looking up at me with those inquisitive eyes of hers.
"Ice cream," I stated.
"It's a Drumstick sweetheart," Pauline said, as she leaned over. "Open it by pulling there," she spoke as she pointed at the little tab. "Thank you Jacob." I was a little unnerved by that smile of hers.
"That was so good!" Emily exclaimed as she threw her arms into the air. The gun shots of Dean's rock salt shotgun resounded through the speakers as I looked over at her. Shaking my head at how she was wiggling in her seat. Looking over at the clock, knowing I couldn't leave my house a mess. Plus, it would get me away from my odd relatives. "Don't you want to keep watching?!" Emily asked, as I got up.
"Not really," I stated. I wasn't in the mood.
"Then can I go back and continue to watch that Alien show?" Emily asked, I saw her eyes glancing at the remote.
"Sure, knock yourself out," I said, over my shoulder as I left the room.
The lasagna pan found its new home in the trash. Knowing Emily was going to eat me out of house and home. It was like Roy never gave them enough to eat. Rubbing my forehead asking myself: what the hell did I get myself into? I honestly don't have a clue. Wondering if I should buy a lock for my bedroom door and lay down a line of Goofer dust. And yes, I can make it. It's not hard, it's just simple Hoodoo. My head shot up; my body stilled as the sound of my mother's voice filled the room.
"Jacob, please let me help," Pauline spoke softly as she stepped into the kitchen.
"It's not much..."
"Please let me help," Pauline said, quickly stepping forward.
"Fine. You can unload the washer," I said, moving off.
"It was too much, too soon wasn't it?" Pauline asked, as she stood in front of the dishwasher. I looked over at her as I wrung out the sponge I used to wipe down the kitchen table.
"A little bit," I nodded. I looked down at the sleeve of my shirt as her index finger and thumb held onto it.
"You know I did try to run away from Roy. Emily was three at the time. We were living in this small town in Oregon. Like I said, after Mom divorced Dad he went... crazy. That's the best word I can use to describe it. He was getting into some weird things, very painful things." I glanced down as she rubbed her stomach. "When he was out one day, he had left the car behind seeing how one of his newfound friends had picked him up. Thinking he had broken me, I snatched car keys from the hook. Packed a bag for me and Emily and sped the fuck out of that hell. We were in Idaho; I don't know how he found us. I didn't use any of his cards. I paid cash. He came breaking through the door, Roy had this look in his eyes. A look that said he was going to kill me and Emily. Yet that wasn't the case, it wasn't me." Pauline turned to me tears streaming down her cheeks. "I wanted so much to see you, hold you, do all the things we used to do before all of this! Yet as Roy held our daughter in a choke hold, I tried to break it, that only caused me to be thrown into the wall. As I came to, my little baby was unconscious, and Roy held a knife to her throat. Warning me that if I tried to run ever again, that I would watch as he kills our daughter in front of me. Then he back handed me and again and again until I answered. You see it wasn't that I didn't want to come back, yet I couldn't risk Emily. I knew Roy would do it, and I'd be left to live the rest of my life with the horror of my daughter's death forever haunting me."
"Really? Kind of..."
"Look at Emily's neck right here," Pauline said, tapping the spot left of her jugular vein. "Its faint, but the scar from Roy's knife is still there. Look if you don't believe me. I wouldn't lie to you Jacob. I want to be your Mom again. I want to be in your life. I can't do that if I lie to you."
"Why didn't you go to the police?" I asked, heatedly.
"Because most of the group he belonged to were the police. I was already afraid of the things he was learning at that place, I feared he would toss me and Emily to them."
"I see," I said, turning away from her. "That's a lot to process."
"I know honey, trust me I know. If I hadn't lived it until Roy's death then I would be as skeptical as you are. Yet I did, I know I left you there on the floor. I swear I was only leaving until Billy and Mom cooled off long enough so I could explain. I knew Mom wouldn't listen given how she shot at us right then." I felt her fingers curling around the back of my shirt. Her breath on the back of my neck. I was getting far too acquainted with the softness and the curves of the female members of my family. "I never meant to be away from you for so long." I felt her hands tightening around the fabric as she pressed her forehead against the back of my head. Feeling her hot tears dripping down onto my exposed skin. "I've missed you so much, no day went by that I did not look out the window imagining watching you walk down the driveway, walking into the house, smiling like you always did..."
"Dad wasn't the only one I lost that day," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I lost my mother; I was so alone. No one to help me through the grief."
"Oh Jacob," Pauline said, in that soft, sweet, warm motherly voice of hers. "I know, the moment you said that... Billy..." I peered over my shoulder as I felt her trembling against me. The shuddering breath of emotions she was trying to hold back. "When you told me I was the cause of his death. My heart spilt into two. I had wanted to see him, we might not have gotten back together, but maybe be friends again, to talk. But my sweet, sweet William." My father's given name, Dad just liked going by Billy. "I've killed the only man I ever wanted!" I felt my mother's body convulse in her sorrow. Her sobs were muffled by my shirt that was increasingly becoming soaked, however, her wails resounded loudly in that small homey kitchen. I huffed in surprise as I looked down seeing how her arms had wrapped themselves around me. "Please just let me hold you for a moment." I patted her hand as she continued to weep against my back. Then I got broadsided, I just rolled my eyes as Emily joined in. Their wails pierced my ear drums as their voices began to echo off the walls. I looked down quickly as Emily nestled my arm in the valley of mana.
"Does she always not wear a bra?" I asked myself as I tried not to notice how soft and firm they were as my arm felt every curve of her orbs as she cried against my shoulder. "You two done?" I inquired their sobs were starting to give me a damn headache.
Emily whimpered as she shook her head. "How can you be so cold, brother?" she asked, as she snuggled closer to me. Bloody weird if you ask me.
"Eighteen years of abandonment will do that to you," I said, plainly.
"But we're here now." Emily looked up at me, those doe like innocent eyes gazing at me. "That has to count for something doesn't it?! Doesn't it?" Emily asked, holding my hand right against her mons Venus as she held my hand.
"What the fuck is going on?!" That was my first thought as Emily rubbed her breasts against me. I can understand wanting a brother part, yet the way she was purposely rubbing her body against mine... I so had to get out of there before things got... weird. Again, my head shot down as my mother's left hand ran up along my chest while her right lowered just enough to hold onto my left hip. Holding me tightly against her chest.
"My baby has gotten so big," Pauline said, in this soft coo.
"Okay, I think we've had enough crazy for one day," I said, breaking their hold. "How about we just clean up, you watch your aliens, alright?" My eyes glanced at the two of them as I wiped down the table.
"Yes Jacob," Pauline nodded, wiping a tear away. "I finally got to hold my baby." I heard her whisper to the ceiling as she stood in front of the dishwasher.
"Well... come watch once you're done," Emily hummed as she sashayed out the room.
******
I had a feeling Fate was purposely putting me in places I really shouldn't be. And still, here we are, my mother speaking softly in the living room alone. Emily had gone to bed about thirty minutes ago when she finished her current episode. I hid out in my bedroom after I got the kitchen cleaned. Then why was I down on the first floor you ask, well, simple, clean sheets. Who doesn't love that feeling when you first crawl into bed. Am I right? So anyway, there I was, I swear I'm not doing this on purpose. But I digress.
"Mom... I know you probably hated me, but I hope there was just a small part of you that stilled loved me. More importantly, I had hoped you could have come to love Emily like you did me. I'll never stop asking your forgiveness just like I said at your grave. I can never repay you for looking after Jacob. I know you didn't have to, yet you did, because you're the best Mom I know." I heard her sniffling as I peeked around the doorframe. Her back was to me as she stood before the mantle of the fire place. Her arms out stretched, her palms rested on the painted wooden surface. Her head bowed as she prostrated before her own mother.
Leaning back, wondering if I should make my presence known or not. Should I be the nice guy or the bastard? Maybe a little of both, why not? My shoulder brushed along the wall as I pivoted around to lean against the door way. Giving the wall a little knock. Noting how she peered over her shoulder, a look telling me she wondered if I had heard anything. Which I did, I just wasn't about to bring it up. I so didn't want to have that conversation with her.
"Yes Jacob, is there something you need? Was I being too loud?" Pauline asked, I could see she was trying not to crawl back into that shell that she's lived in for the past eighteen years.
"Maybe she isn't as broken as she appeared to be," I muttered to myself. "No, was just going to tell you, to look in the bottom drawer," I said, jutting my chin at the large, antique china cabinet.
"Why?" Pauline asked, in this confused light.
"You might find something," I said, knowing what was in there. I had found it when I was packing stuff away after my grandmother's death. I had no idea she had that, nor did I know she had hired a PI for it either. I guess she wanted to keep it hidden until she found something. Don't ask me why she was looking for her after all this time. She was getting old, maybe grandma simply didn't want to have regrets before she died.
"Jacob... what is this?" Pauline asked, even though she knew exactly what they were as she held the files in her hands.
"Yeah, I had been meaning to decide on what to do with that once I had found it in grandma's room. I can't tell you why, since she didn't even tell me she hired some guy to track you down. If she had, I would've told her: why bother? But she didn't, I don't know how close she was in finding you," I said, arching an eyebrow as I watched her arms shake. "I take it very close."
"Y-yes," Pauline nodded. "Very close." I heard her whisper.
"You know grandma kept journals or she did from that day forward," I said, looking away as I rubbed the back of my head as my mother's eyes shot towards me. "They're up in the attic if you want to read them. I couldn't, seemed like a violation of her life," I shrugged. "The boxes that are beside the wooden chest are the ones you want."
"Jacob!" I heard her hurriedly say as I turned around. I stood frozen, my arms pressed against my body as Pauline hugged me very hard and tightly. "I promise I'll make sure they're taken care of," she whispered into my neck. "Thank you, for today." My eyes quickly glanced at her as her lips brushed against my ear. "Goodnight Jacob, my son."
To Be Continued... Broken Pt. 04
Jacob has very unexpected experience at the doctor's office.
Broken part 4
By
Soul71
Thanks to WAA01 for the edits.
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Once again I was awakened by a pair of dangling breasts in my face. Unlike yesterday, my eyes couldn't look away no matter how much I commanded them to as my mother showed off the valley of her orbs as her threadbare robe opened slightly. However, I did learn from yesterday's mistake, I did not intentionally roll over and expose my morning wood to her eyes. Although, I did notice how my mother's eyes glanced to the right. Was my own mother really yearning to see that? I rightly didn't know. For all I knew she could be hoping not to come face to face with my cock again.
"What time is it?" I yawned as I stretched.
"8:30," Pauline stated as she sank down to my bed. "When did you get this?" she asked, as her fingers traced along the tattoo I got to mimic the ones Sam and Dean have. What can I say, I'm that kind of fan boy. Obviously.
"When I turned eighteen," I said, matter-of-factly. Looking down as her fingers moved along the tattoo just below my collarbone.
"You know Billy used to have tattoos too," Pauline sighed with a mix of emotions. I could tell she did not sleep well last night. It was my hope the ghost of my father was haunting her dreams, or was that just too cruel of me? I rightly didn't know. It was obvious that she didn't know about his suicide. Still, that didn't mean she would be off the hook for the crap she put my life through. Alright, I do understand why she couldn't come home, if what she said was true about Roy threatening to kill Emily if she tried to run again. I mean who does that?! I never knew my mother to lie, well I didn't think she would fuck her father either, but here we are. Nevertheless, if what she said was true, then... I don't know, what could I do really to even check against that? Surely, there wasn't some police report about it, nor were there going to be hospital records about it either.
"Did he now?" I asked, trying to keep my tone passive.
"He did," Pauline nodded. "He had our names on his arms." I watched as she tapped her upper right arm depicting where they were. "Billy always said, they were his lifeline when working at the plant grew too much for him and he wanted to quit. He would roll up his sleeves and stare at our names, knowing that he could keep working there even when he was dealing with his mental problems because he was doing it for us." Why did it feel like she was trying to get me to understand why my father caught her in their bed being fucked by Roy? What her intentions were and what happened afterwards are two different things. Either way, she couldn't turn back time and make the last eighteen years of my life just disappear. "I know I've said it before Jacob, but you have to believe me when I say I was only doing it for us. For my wonderful family, that I..." Pauline looked away as her lower lip trembled. "Forgive me honey, it's just that... with Billy gone, and your anger, warranted as it might be, I don't know if I can go on living knowing I've killed the only real man that I loved," she said, as tears streamed down her eyes as she turned her gaze back to me. Okay, that got my attention, there was no way she was leaving me with Emily.
"Listen, Dad's been gone a long time now, its new to you, not to me," I said, as I sat up. "You got your sister to help you with your grief. Someone's shoulder to cry on should you need it..."
"But baby," I looked down as her hand covered mine, "can't you see it in yourself to hold me just for a bit?" Pauline asked, with those pleading eyes of hers. "I promise it won't take more than a minute... maybe five." I noticed how she was trying not to smile at her own words. I also noted how her eyes peered out and down from the corner of her right eye now that I wasn't laying on my morning wood any longer. Was she really checking out my hard-on? Seems like it, but I couldn't be sure.
In that moment as she abruptly hugged me. I learned two things, one: she wasn't wearing a bra beneath her robe. Two: her nipples were hard as they pressed into my bare chest. I really tried not to notice how she was nuzzling my neck. I awkwardly patted her back to tell her that was long enough.
"Just a little longer... please," Pauline said softly, pleading with me. "I read Mom's first journal last night," she whispered into my ear.
"I see."
"You know she never meant to take her anger out on you, right?" Of course, I knew that. "I'm so sorry you had to deal with something that should have been on me, not you," Pauline said, as her hand gently rubbed my back.
"You're right, it should have been you. It should have been you on the receiving end of grandma's wrath, but you weren't here. You left me on the floor and drove away with Roy," I said coldly, pushing Pauline away. "No matter how much you want to change things you can't. There is no magic wand for you to erase the last eighteen years of my life." Looking into her eyes seeing that she heard every word. Nodding along when she agreed that there was no reverse switch for everything.
"I know baby, I know I can't change the past." I watched as she reached up to take hold of my hands. Lowering them down to her lap, where her thumbs brushed along my knuckles as she held firmly to my hands like she or I would fly away if she didn't. "But if you give me a chance I promise I'll do everything in my power to make up for the years we have missed out on," Pauline said sweetly, as she stared into my eyes.
"Maybe if you tell me the whole truth, then maybe we can do that, yet I know you're holding something back. I don't know what, but if it threatens me or my home then I think it would be best that you leave," I said, watching the shock play along her eyes.
"I promise Jacob, you don't have to worry about anything. There's no way they can know where we are." I felt the slight tremble of her hands.
"Who's they?" I asked, wondering why I saw fear in Pauline's eyes.
"You remember the people I told you about that Roy joined?"
"Yeah, what about them?" I inquired, as I arched an eyebrow. I saw how Pauline bowed her head hiding her fearful eyes from me.
"T-t-they tried to break into the apartment we lived at the day word of Roy's death got out. I knew if they got in Emily and I would be taken over and over again. Not caring if we wanted to or not. Then I knew we would be passed around and used for who knows how long before they tossed us into a ditch somewhere. So the moment they left, once they knew they couldn't get in, we packed what we could into Roy's car and that's where we lived until I got the test back that told me I wasn't a match for Emily. So, I-I turned to the only one left that could help my little girl, you," Pauline said, raising her chin to look at me. "You, my son, you are the only one that can help Emily."
"That remains to be seen," I said, aloofly.
"Please don't talk like that Jacob!" Pauline exclaimed, teary eyed. "I've already lost you, don't make me lose my baby girl too," she begged.
I had nothing, no snide comment, no sarcastic retort, or anything like that. I mean what could I really say to that?! Sorry Mom but she's got to die! Yeah, that would go over real well in the courts.
"Will you pray with me Jacob?" Pauline asked, holding my hands against her chest. Something I was so not expecting given how the back of my hands pressed against the insides of her breasts as she held them in the cleavage of her breasts.
"Pray?!" I asked, confused. I'm not a religious man, I mean if God were real then he wouldn't make a six-year-old suffer like I did.
"Yes," Pauline nodded firmly. I got the feeling she could tell I didn't put much stock in God any longer. "Don't worry I'll pray for the both of us," she said, with a warm smile. "Oh, Heavenly Father," I arched an eyebrow as she closed her eyes...
"Does that even matter? I don't think God, if he's real, really cares if you pray with your eyes closed or not," I said to myself.
"We pray to you to see it in your righteous will that Jacob is a full match for Emily. So that my babies can grow close and we can be a family again. Please help Jacob to see it in his heart to care for his sister. I know I have fallen too far to be a mother to him, yet I hope and pray to you, oh Lord, that you can move his heart just a tiny bit so that he will accept me at least in part as his mother." I noticed how she was peeking out of her right eye before quickly closing it again. "Amen."
"I don't think even a deity can do that," I teased.
"Oh... you never know, he does work in mysterious ways." I didn't fight the eye roll when Pauline said that. "Don't you roll your eyes at the Lord," Pauline hissed as she lightly struck my chest with her hand. I looked down as her hand lingered on my lower stomach before I shot a look at her. "You've grown so... big," she whispered low. She was not, I repeat, was not looking at me, but right at my manhood. I sat there very uncomfortably as my mother stared at my morning wood like she wanted it, and it didn't matter that it was attached to me. Yet instead of doing what I found her doing with Roy, she simply placed a kiss on my forehead as she leaned forward. I had no trouble noting how pointy her nipples had become as her breasts filled my vision. "I'll let you take care of that, then come down for breakfast," Pauline said, yet her eyes told me one thing, while her words said another. This was getting too damn weird I tell you. Shaking my head as Pauline's hips swayed as she walked out of the room, shutting my door behind her.
If you ever hear my sister or aunt, bah whichever, sing, then I apologize in advance. She cannot carry a tune. I sighed gratefully when I finally heard her player stop. I stopped in my tracks as we both decided to step out into the hall at the same time. My semi-aroused cock gave a twitch which perturbed me as Emily held her towel tightly to her chest. Glad my robe hid that part of me.
"Good morning nephew." Emily gave me this coy smirk as she walked by me to her room.
I did try; I swear I did try not to look at Emily. Yet as I walked by her room, the movement of the towel caught my attention as it rose over the lower half of her ass. Quickly looking away, "You will not get hard, you are not getting hard," I muttered to myself, hurrying down the hall I was not going to perv out on my half-sister! I was stopped in my tracks, my eyes just couldn't look away from Pauline's swaying ass as she stirred the eggs she was cooking on the stove as I stood in the doorway to the kitchen. It must be because I'm still half asleep that all this weirdness is happening, it must be!
"Hi baby!" Pauline said with her back to me. "Jacob! Sorry I thought you were Emily. I know you don't want me to call you that." I was perplexed as to why she was blushing. "Yet you'll always be my baby. I made coffee," she said, pointing to the pot, turning back to her task. "You know I do remember when you would hold onto my leg when I used to make supper. It helped me get through the months when I was pregnant with Emily."
"Uh-huh..." I barely kept from scalding my hand as I was blindsided by her hug. "You do not feel her breasts, her shampoo is not filling your nostrils," I said to myself in a mantra.
"All my worries will be put to rest today," Pauline whispered as she hugged me.
I tried not to spit out my hot coffee that was in my mouth as Emily walked into the kitchen. I saw the smirk on her lips as I took a swallow of my hot coffee. I really did try to keep my eyes on her face as her red yoga pants showed off her lower half. Those things should be illegal! And whomever created them taken out back and shot by a firing squad.
"Morning Mom!" Emily said, as she hugged her mother as I made my way to my seat. Trying to make it so that my hard-on wasn't as conspicuous by hiding my lower half beneath the table.
"Set the table honey, Jacob can't always be the one doing it." I heard Pauline say behind me. Did she honestly think she would be staying once her daughter was cured? Not if I had anything to say about it!
******
It was ten till ten as I sat on the edge of my bed knowing that the forty-five minute drive to her doctor's was going to be mind numbing. The car keys for my Impala jingled as they slid off the surface of the nightstand. My phone beeped once I unplugged it from its charger, no sense of being bored, right?
"Jacob!" I heard Pauline calling for me as she walked up the stairs. "Jacob its time to go." Her voice trailed down the hallway as she approached my door. "Oh?" I turned as she pushed my bedroom door open. Ever since this morning Pauline has been acting rather weirdly around me. Like right at this moment, as I got a sense that she was checking out her own son. How weird is that right?! However, I pondered on why she wasn't wearing a bra beneath her pink t-shirt. I also tried not to notice how good her shorts looked on her. "We don't want to be late," Pauline said bashfully, as she brushed her hair behind her ear.
The 502-cubic-inch big block v8 of my Impala rumbled as we sat in the driveway. Looking over to the spot where Pauline's car once sat. Knowing it was now under the careful hands of Peter's mechanics in town. I didn't know how long it would be until I got my own car back and not shuttling them around. Throwing the gear into reverse as Bill Withers' 'Ain't No Sunshine" came over the speakers. Feeling Pauline's eyes on me as the tires rolled over the crushed shell that lined the driveway. Looking down as Pauline's hand covered mine.
"Get it out baby, get it all out. I knew this wasn't going to be quick. I knew I would have to walk through Hell just to get you to talk to me. Then beyond that just to get you to see me as your mother again. But I'm not going to leave you again, that I promise you," Pauline said, with a stern nod. I opted not to answer as I turned to the right heading towards the freeway.
******
I sat in the waiting room of Emily's doctor. Sandwiched by Pauline and my half-sister, I don't know why. I mean there were other free chairs around the room that they could sit in. Why did it have to be beside me? Then I felt a tug on my shelve then a hand taking hold of my arm as I looked to my right. Arching an eyebrow as Emily leaned in close to me.
"Make him go away please." I heard her whisper weakly. I looked around and saw this teenager close to Emily's age walking towards us. "Please?!" Her whisper carried her plea.
"What's wrong with him?" I asked, other than the little arrogance in his step I didn't see anything wrong with him.
"He's pushy. I just want to wait here with you and Mom," Emily said, her voice had this tint of fear to it. Why? I couldn't say.
"Tonight, 8:00, I'm picking you up." I stared at the boy wondering: does he always do that? I hope not, if he did that it's a wonder if he ever got a date.
"I think not," I said, plainly.
"This doesn't involve you," the boy sneered, "you want to come along too." Okay, I had to admire the balls on the kid. If he only knew who he was dealing with as he looked at Pauline.
"No." Her voice was weak, almost a whisper as Pauline replied.
"It does when it would require them giving you my address, something I'm not about to allow. So, why don't you go back to wherever you came from," I said, in a forceful tone. "They obviously don't want to be around you so..." I gestured for him to leave. I've been in plenty of fights in my life. So I know I can hold my own. You don't live in a small town and them knowing your family secret and not be teased constantly about it. At least the boy had some brains in his head as he turned to walk away.
"Thank you, Jacob," Pauline said, her hand latched onto my left bicep.
"I hate him." I heard Emily mutter taking me by surprise. Okay, there was something going on here that I wasn't aware of as I felt both of them trembling. Wondering if that boy had something to do with what Pauline had told me this morning.
"Emily, Jacob, we're ready for you," the nurse called out standing in the doorway. I felt them both far too close to me as I walked towards the open door. "I take it you found him?" the nurse asked, smiling at Emily completely ignoring me.
"Yes!" Emily had this chipper tone as her hands took hold of my right arm. "I just know my brother is going to save me." I tried not to roll my eyes as Emily swayed against my arm. Although, I had a feeling Fate was going to fuck with me once again.
"I certainly hope it works out for you," the nurse said, leading me to the exam room. "Dr. Shaw will be with you shortly to run a physical and take blood samples, please undress." I turned just as the door was closing and Emily was waving to me through the gap.
******
Okay, Dr. Shaw was not who I thought he, or in this case she, would be like. Her long, silky, raven hair floated aimlessly as she walked through the door. I could see the warmth in her brown eyes, her makeup was light, yet detailed her beautiful face ever so elegantly. "Good morning Mr. Pinkerton." My mind was held enthralled as she smiled at me.
"Morning," I finally managed to say. I watched how the locket that was attached to the gold chain bounced against her red blouse. The way her white coat sat on her shoulders, made me daydream what it would be like if I was the one taking it off as I kissed along her delicate neck. "Shit!" I cursed to myself as I felt myself hardening. Quickly placing my hands over my manhood as Dr. Shaw had her back to me. "Stop you idiot!" I muttered at my rising erection. Nonetheless, my eyes just couldn't look away from her shapely legs. Shaking the lustful thoughts from my mind as the doctor turned back to me.
"Take a deep breath." I felt the cold metal against my skin as I drew in a large breath and slowly exhaled when she told me to. Repeating the process three more times before she set the device around her neck. Listening to her pen moving across the paper. "Please take the gown off," Dr. Shaw ordered as she took hold of my earlobe, shinning a light into it. The gown rustled as I laid it over my lap hoping that it would hide my growing rod.
I tried not to notice how sweet her perfume smelled as she checked my pulse and listened to my heart. I also tired to keep my hard-on hidden. I didn't want her to think I was a perv, no matter how hot she was.
"What happened here?" Dr. Shaw asked, as she ran her index finger along the scar where I had my appendix removed.
"Had appendicitis when I was eight," I said, truthfully.
She just simply nodded before stepping between my legs. My eyes following after her pen light as she asked me about any other illness I had in the past. Which I told her other than the broken arm I got at ten nothing major had happen since then. I was looking everywhere but her face as her hands tilted up my head as she checked my lymph nodes.
"Please if you would Mr. Pinkerton, stand and drop your underwear," Dr. Shaw ordered as she walked back to the desk and pulling out a pair of gloves. "That's what you were hiding," she chuckled causing me to blush hard as I hid my throbbing cock. "It's quite natural, I'm flattered," Dr. Shaw said, with a hint of a purr as she stepped up to me. "Cough." I saw the mischievousness in her eyes as she checked for a hernia. "Again." I felt her fingers lightly brushing along the base of my root as her hand moved along my public hair. My eyes went wide as she took hold of it. "No windows. No one to interrupt us. I don't see anything happening do you?" she asked, as her hand started to stroke me slowly.
"Nope. Not a damn thing," I muttered as the glide of her hand got faster.
"Tell me Mr. Pinkerton, do you always get aroused for your doctor?" Dr. Shaw said, in a wanton purr.
"Only for the really beautiful ones..." My legs felt like rubber as she toyed with my cock so masterfully. "Do you always do this for your patients?" I stammered out.
"Only for the cute ones that look at me like you did," Dr. Shaw purred lustfully into my ear. "Are you going to cum for me?"
"Mmmhmm," I nodded. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. I so didn't want anyone knowing that I was getting jerked off by the hot Doctor and ruining it. My hand flew to my mouth as hers engulfed my cock. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as her lips created a suction on my rod like I haven't felt before. Her brown eyes hungered in lust as she sucked on my crown once she drank down my cum.
"Do you understand all of what I have told you Mr. Pinkerton?" Dr. Shaw asked, as she flashed me her bald pussy as she had been detailing everything I could expect during the donation as I got dressed. Well, in truth, it was more like she was flaunting it as she sat in her chair. Not that I was complaining. This has been the most fun I've had at a doctor's office!
"Sort of, but why do we have to do it that way?" I asked, I wasn't too keen on being stabbed in my pelvis even if I would be out of it.
"Well, the infection your sister has can't be cured with the stem cell transfusion." I noted how she quickly pulled down her skirt and kicking her panties beneath the desk. Looking to the door as the same nurse that escorted me to this room silently slipped into the room. I took note of the rubber tourniquet and the four empty blood vials in her hand. "So we'll have to dose her with radiation to kill it and what's left of her healthy bone marrow, then a week later we'll bring you in, harvest your healthy marrow and transplant it that day. Emily will have to stay in the hospital for a month to ensure her body doesn't reject it." She had this smirk on her lips knowing how hard I was and how I was trying to hide it from the nurse as she took my blood. "I do hope that you're a full match for her, it's a long wait on the donor list and her time is short."
"Well, if I ever need a kidney I'll know who to ask," I joked as I held the cotton ball to my arm. My cock twitched as I noted how her muscles moved beneath her skin as she got to her feet pulling out her prescription pad as she did. Watching her scribble something down on it as her flats resounded on the floor. "Please if you have any questions about the donation, or fears about it call me. Also if you haven't heard from me by next Friday with the results then please do reach out to me. It's imperative that we do the transplant as soon as we learn something." I felt the paper as she held my hand. "Any other questions you'd like to ask?" I noted the devious light in her eyes as the nurse wrote something on the labels of the vials.
"How long will I be out of work should it prove that I am a match?" I asked, showing off the outline of my cock once the nurse had her back to us. I smirked as she bit her lip. Two can play at this game. Taking a quick peek at what she wrote, it only made my cock swell. Taking her pad jotting down my number and handing it quickly back to her. I so wasn't about to miss out on what she was offering.
"A few days to a week depending on how fast you recover," Dr. Shaw stated as I watched her fingers moving across the keyboard on her phone as the nurse left the room. Looking down as she sat my chart beside me. "I want to feel you sucking on these," she whispered as she fondled her breasts. A smirk was on my lips as she leaned forward. "I'm such a naughty girl, don't you just wish you could bend me over this table," her hands compressed the padding as she leaned on it, "and slide this hard cock into my wet, hot pussy," Dr. Shaw cooed sensuously, her fingertips playfully teased the tip of my rod.
"Until you begged me to stop," I said, before kissing her.
"For two hours tonight, I'm yours. I hope you don't mind sharing a married woman," Dr. Shaw whispered before leaving me stunned as she walked out of the room.
As I walked into the waiting room I noticed that same boy that Emily didn't want anything to do with hovering over the both of them. Seeing that submissiveness in Pauline's demeanor as she allowed that fuck to grope her without a word.
"See your mom likes it, you'll like it too. I promise I'll be real gent..." I heard enough, roughly clamping my hand on the boys shoulder spinning him around. My knee finding its home between his legs. I noted how my mother's eyes quickly glanced up to me. How Emily's frightened eyes shot to me as she was curled in a ball cowering in the seat. I don't care who you are, even if your Pauline, you don't sexually assault a woman.
"It seems you can't take no for an answer," I growled low, my hand clamped around his windpipe cutting off his air. "If I ever see you near, harassing, or down right look at them for any reason, I will cut your little balls off then feed them to you before I kill you. Do I make myself clear?" I pushed him back onto the floor once he nodded. "Get!" I nodded to the front door. The moment he was out the door, Emily leaped into me. I awkwardly patted her on her back as I felt her trembling against me. "Why didn't you stop him?!" I hissed low.
"Roy beat it into me for eighteen years. Do you know how dirty I feel that I let that happen?" Pauline asked, I got a weird feeling as I looked into her eyes. "That it will happen again if some fool is forceful enough." I rightly didn't know what do about that. I don't think she would want that kind of info out there, namely offering it to me. "Jacob..." I looked down as she took my hold of my hand, "will you help me to get better?"
"Umm... if you want help I'll help you look for a good therapist," I said, offhandedly. Rubbing the back of my head, I so did not like the look on her face. I had an eerie feeling crawling up my back as her eyes took on a mad luster to them.
"Thank you son, for getting that man away from us." I had no idea why Pauline spoke in that kind of voice. If I didn't know any better it had a slight sultry tone to it. "I'm sorry you had to see that." I arched an eyebrow as Pauline moved closer to me. My eyes darted down as she lightly rubbed her breasts against my arm. "I shall try to do better and not let any other man touch me, without your say so." Okay, this just totally got weird! What the hell was going through her damn mind?!
"Thank you b-brother. He reminded me so much like Dad." Emily's voice was muffled as she currently had her face buried in my chest.
"Would you willing have gone with him if I hadn't shown up?" I asked, seeing them both nod weakly. I ask this once again: What the hell did Roy do to them?
"I don't want to go anywhere with anyone, without you," Emily whispered weakly, as she snuggled up to me. This was getting far to damn weird!
"Right." Pushing Emily away, okay, I don't have a problem with eighteen-year-old women pressing up against me, when they aren't my half-sister. "I'm hungry, lunch?"
"There's a Cajon seafood place not far from here if you're in the mood for that," Pauline said, blushing. Turning on my heel, I was at my limit for weird for one day. It didn't take Emily long once we were outside, taking hold of my hand swinging it as she walked beside me. Fighting myself from pinching my nose as Pauline had a smile on her lips at the sight. The Impala shook as the v8 turned over. Emily was resting her chin on her folded arms as her smiling face filled the space between me and Pauline. I ignored the look in Emily's eyes; I so was not going to touch that subject with a ten foot pole. Hearing the exhaust rumble as I eased out of the parking space. A smile touched my lips as Johnny Cash's 'Ghost Riders in the sky' came on, my grandmother loved that song. I wonder if that's her saying hello.
******
I had committed myself to this as I stood in front of my sink, a few hours ago when Dr. Shaw or Delph as I learned hours ago when she texted me. To know if we were still on for tonight. At first I was ready to back out no matter how hot she was. I don't mess with married women. Too much trouble in my opinion. When she reassured me that her husband would be present I was definitely about to call it off. She forestalled that when she told me that her husband would only be watching, maybe eating the creampie that she will demand. Telling me that her husband had a cuckold fetish, whatever that was, and they only did this when she really had a liking for someone. Lucky me! Also telling me the only time he and I would have any interaction would be when I arrived then he would stay in the bathroom and watch the feed on his laptop. Informing me if this night went really well then they would offer an invitation to be a regular (Like the other two they used), when her husband wanted to play out his fetish. Okay, I did not have a problem with fucking her if her husband was all for it. What guy would when he's offered free sex without all the dating that comes for the act.
My shaving brush swirled within the horn bowl I used to mix the shaving cream I get from a tube. What can I say I like doing it old school. Plus, I get more out of the tube than I do from the cans. That doesn't mean I don't use them when I don't have the time to mix the cream to a lather. Moving the brush along my face in a figure eight motion.
"Some reason you don't knock?" I called out as I heard the door to my bedroom opening.
"Jacob! What... Oh!" Pauline quickly turned her head as my brush hovered over my cheek. "I'm sorry I didn't know you were in here. I just wanted to know if I should make us some dinner now?" I watched her from the mirror. I noticed how she tried to be sly about it, but I caught the look as she peered at me as I stood in my towel.
"You can make the two of you something, I'm going out," I stated as washed out the bowl and brush.
"Y-you have a date?" I heard the surprise in her voice. Why that surprised her I haven't got a clue.
"Something like that," I muttered as I ran my straight razor along the leather strop. A Grand Uncle had taught me how to shave with one without slitting my throat during the process. "You know this isn't a viewing spectacle," I said, once I ran the razer through the stubble of my sideburn. I've always found it funny that they were once called burnsides. My eyes shot to her reflection when I swore I heard her whisper: so manly.
"I-I'll put a plate in the microwave for you so you can have it once you get back... or tomorrow..." I turned to her as she started to ramble.
"You alright?" I've never known her to do that. Arching an eyebrow as she nodded her head vehemently. I was totally not noticing how her nipples were hard. I was not going to go down that rabbit hole to find out why.
"Yes. Thank you, for asking," Pauline said shyly, looking to the floor as her cheeks heated to a light blush. "I'm sorry for not knocking Jacob, it won't happen again."
"Right, well..." I said, gesturing for her to leave.
"Be safe Jacob... and have fun," Pauline said, before quickly leaving my bedroom.
Shaking my head, returning to the task at hand. Hey, if some dude is going to let me fuck his wife, you got to be 'dressed to the nines', am I right? My hands moved along my chest and my sack rubbing the solid cologne I use into my skin. Hey, if she's going to be down there for any length of time, might as well make it as nice as I can. My eyes glanced to the clock noting the time. A smirk raised the corner of my lips knowing I was right on time as I buttoned up one of my best black dress shirts.
"Looking nice nephew." Emily's voice stopped me in my tracks as there was something in her tone that didn't sit well with me. "Such a shame that whomever you are going out with isn't good enough," Emily said, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. Closing my mouth, I wasn't about to get into it with her. What I do in my private life is my business, not hers. Still though, I just couldn't understand why she was getting an attitude with me.
"Okay, I might regret this, I'll bite. Who is good enough for me?" I asked, with a pointed look.
"Oh, I think you already know." Emily had this smirk on her lips, movement caught my eye causing them to glance down. Quickly looking away as she brushed her thumb along the bottom of her left breast. "Remember that when you think to make another date!" Arching an eyebrow as she slammed her door in my face. Sighing as I shook my head, my keys spun around my finger as I walked down the stairs.
"Please be safe, on and off the road," Pauline said, as she stood at the foot of the stairs. Her eyes darting to my manhood and my face.
"Uh-huh," I waved over my shoulder as I approached the door.
******
The voice on google maps went off telling me I had arrived. Delph's house was like any other house you find mass produced in a housing community. My Impala definitely was out of place were there was a BMW, or a Mercedes or any other high priced luxury car sitting in the driveways of the houses up and down the street. How I loved the sound of that soft rumble of my exhaust as I pulled into Delph's driveway. I saw Delph step out of the doorway as I was pushed my door closed. My heart leaped into my throat as the waning sunlight played along her black, spaghetti strap, slip dress. My eyes ran up her slender, delicate neck as she was whispering to someone. Her husband I would imagine. Her raven hair was pulled back, her long ponytail brushed along her back as she spoke. Then that alluring smile formed on her lips as she turned her gaze back to me.
"My... you clean up very nice," Delph purred as her eyes ran down my body as I walked up the walk away.
"I aim to please," I said, coyly.
"Nice car." Delph's eyes glanced to her right then back to me. Noting how she softly bit her lip as I felt myself hardening at the memory of what those lips felt like.
"It is, rebuilt it myself," I stated with a smirk hoping she got the subtle hint.
"Are you sure you can handle that kind of horsepower?" Delph asked, in this teasing taunt.
"Like that v8 that's under that hood, I know how to apply the right pressure to make that car purr," I said, sinful.
"Oh?" Delph's eyes had a lustful, hungry look to them and her tongue flicked against her teeth. "Can you handle something more... exotic?" Delph cooed, the tip of her tongue poked slyly at her left cheek.
"Most definitely, although I wonder if we have to rebuild the injectors with all that moisture in them," I said, guilefully. Hoping she enjoyed the innuendo. I noted how her chest had a light blush to it that matched the blush that colored her cheeks.
"No wonder why you like him." I turned my attention towards the unknown speaker. Obviously, the man didn't recognized me, I on the other hand knew who he was. You don't forget the face of your bully, especially the one that caused you to break your arm. Yet I wasn't going to bring it up and I was going to make him watch as I fucked his wife like he could never replicate. "Why don't we head in. Delph has been wanting this all day long," Greg -- the former bully -- said to me with a smile.
"Please, won't you?!" Delph said politely, gesturing for me to enter her home. She had told me beforehand not to be touchy with her when I pulled up. She and her husband wanted to keep up their appearances. Which is why I was a perfect candidate seeing how I don't live in the same town as they do.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Greg asked, politely. I kept my wicked smirk to myself as he waked behind his bar. I was so going to make his wife think of me every time they fuck.
"Water, would hate to have performance issues," I said, shooting Delph a taunting smirk as she closed the front door. My cock swelled as her hips swayed seductively as she sauntered up to me. I so couldn't wait to get between those silky thighs.
"Yes I would hate for that tongue, or this tool to lose its point," Delph purred as her hand cupped my cock. Her tongue darted into my mouth as we passionately kissed. Feeling her pressing her body tighter against mine as my hand slipped beneath the hem of her dress. Smirking inwardly as I felt that she wore no panties. I felt her gasp on my lips as I stared mischievously into her wide eyes as the pad of my middle finger ran lightly along her labia. Her fingers curled around my shirt as she rose to the tips of her toes, feeling how hot and wet her canal was as I slipped that same finger into her little peach.
"Y-you don't mind the cameras do you?" Delph asked, in a quivering voice as I fingered her in front of her own husband.
"As long as they get my good side," I said, with a smirk. "This won't be posted on the web will they?"
"No. This is for our private collection," Greg reassured me as he handed me a bottle of water and his wife a glass of red wine. I made her watch from over her shoulder as I sucked my finger clean as they escorted me further into their home. I looked down as she lifted up the back of her dress showing off her bare ass to me. I really do hope I get that invite. I so want to do things to her that are illegal in my state. I noticed the clutter of toys on the floors of the two rooms that I passed as they led me towards their bedroom.
"Don't worry, they're at my parents spending the night," Delph said sweetly, as she noted how I glanced at the rooms. "We don't want to ruin this night," she said, flashing me a smile as she held her husband's hand. I watched as the two of them shared a kiss. I wasn't about to ruin their marriage just make his wife want my cock whenever they were in bed. Hey, a guy can dream can't he?
"Come along Jacob," Delph purred as her finger beckoned to me as she strode into her bedroom.
My eyes glanced to their bathroom door as it closed. I knew Greg was there to watch and also to protect Delph should someone get too rough. That wasn't my plan, I wanted to taste that pussy as much as I could get away with. My hands rested on her hips as I stood behind her. Her hands rested on my thighs as she leaned against me. Slyly rolling her ass against my bulge as I kissed lightly along her neck.
"Do you know how wet I was after I left the examining room?" Delph panted as my hands began their trek north. "How much I wanted you to fuck me right there?!" Delph released a low whimper as I cradled her 32B breasts. I felt her grip tightening on my thighs as I gently rolled her nipples. She squeezed her ass cheeks as her ass brushed up and down my cock.
"Then how about we fix that, hmm?" I whispered in her ear before spinning her around. I saw the hunger in her eyes as I kissed her softly, allowing it to carry my want through that shared embrace. My fingers slowly pushed the straps of her dress from her shoulders. I was hoping Greg was watching as I fondled Delph's breasts. How her fingers were shaking as she unbuttoned my shirt. The way she was panting as I tweaked her nipples. To how vocal she was becoming as I teased that wet mound of hers. The only thing that kept her standing was my firm grip on her ass as I gently rubbed her clit, placing the pad of my finger at her entrance as I felt how her cunt was clenching as she orgasmed. Slipping out of my shoes while her fingers worked feverishly on the buckle of my belt. Okay, I might not have a 'horse' cock like you read about in stories similar to this, or any abnormal sized phallus that you could think of. No. I'm just simply above average. However, I do know how to use what I've been given.
I watched her eyes as I gently laid Delph down onto her bed. Listening to how wet her sex was as our lips smacked. My fingers teasing that little peach as I kissed down her chest. Feeling how her body trembled as I captured her tight, firm peak with my lips. Listening to her increased breathing as my tongue flicked and rolled that hard bud. My nostrils flared as I inhaled the scent of her body as my nose dragged lightly down her stomach. Placing a long kiss on that naked dancefloor. Smiling wickedly as I licked along that throbbing clitoris watching how her back arched.
I wondered how Greg was taking the news of how his wife was writhing on my tongue for the past ten minutes. It was my plan, granted it was hurriedly formed, to make Delph cum half a dozen of times before I even stuck my cock into her. I didn't care if it took an hour to do it. I was determined to make me a very, very fond memory, even if I don't get that invite. Plus, if she complained to her husband that he wasn't eating her correctly, like I was doing at the time, all the more better. What better way to get back at a bully than to show that you were a better lover to his wife than he will ever be. Okay, that might be a tad too cruel, but I don't care. My eyes glanced up as Delph released this loud, glass-shattering moan as I slipped my tongue into her quivering mound.
"Yes! That's it, tongue fuck me and finger my ass!" Delph screamed out as her hands gripped the foot of her bed. I had noticed how her brown eye was remarkably clean. I wondered if Greg ate her ass, not something I was going to do. However, I would honor her request. Feeling her ass tightening around my finger once I had lubed it up with her own juices. I got another two orgasms out of her that way. Its amazing what that woman will do when your two knuckles deep in her ass.
"Please Jacob, fuck me," Delph begged after the final one. I kept the elation from my face at the fact I hit my goal. "I need to feel you inside of me. I want to wrap my pussy around that hard cock." She had this adorable look on her face as I rose between her legs. "Yes, this is the cock I've been hungering for ever since this morning," Delph said, in a lustful voice as she sat up. Her hands glided along my shaft, squeezing my crown getting out every drop of my pre-cum. I glanced at the two cameras that sat at the sides of the bed on tripods and the one at the head of the bed. I knew there was one behind me. I wondered how Greg liked staring at my ass. Peering down as Delph gave me an awkward blow job given her position. I hoped once the night was over Delph would touch herself to this video of us. My thumb brushed along her cheek as she looked up at me. Controlling my trembling legs as her thumbs kneaded the underside of my crown. "Fuck me." She mouthed to which I was honor bound to oblige.
The moment my phallus slid into that wet, warm, welcoming hole; it was unlike any of the other women I'd had relations with. How her mound just molded around my cock as I watched how it glistened in her juices as I fucked her hard on the foot of her bed. Delph is beautiful when she cums especially on one's cock if someone was lucky enough to experience it. And oh, how she squeals when you play with her breasts as you're hilt deep inside of that hot little pussy of hers.
Sweat glistened along my brow as I laid on the bed on my back. My hands held onto her ass as she rode me reverse cowgirl. I wasn't one for anal all that much, yet the sight of my cock disappearing into her starfish was the 9th wonder of the world. I had already dumped a load of my cum into her womb about twenty minutes ago, yet Delph wasn't satisfied with just one, not when she saw my cock getting hard again as we recovered our strength.
"I want you to keep fucking my ass, Jacob. I want to feel that hot load shooting deep in my ass. Greg will love that, won't you baby!" Delph called out looking toward their bathroom. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing at that image of my former bully eating out both my creampies. It was making it impossible to do when Greg answered with a: 'Of course.' "Don't you like how my ass looks as it bounces on your cock?" She asked me as she peered over her shoulder.
"Mmmhmm," I grunted as she squeezed her ass around my cock. Trying to spill out my seed before I had my fill of her body.
"Would you like... to keep..." Her hands shot back; her hair piled on top of my stomach as she screamed out as she came from her ass. I didn't learn until after that night that when Delph's fucked in her ass she squirts. Although I am sure the cameras got a shot of it.
"What was that?" I asked, before hammering my cock into that tight hole of hers. Causing her to scream out in bliss, as I took hold of her hips forcing her down to the base of my root.
"Please Jacob, will you please keep fucking me?!" Delph cried out as I shot my second load into her ass.
"I'd love to," I said sweetly, gently caressing her breasts as she rode out her aftershocks. I loved the sight of my cum leaking from both of her holes as she eased off my cock. If my cock wasn't covered in her ass juices I'd so ram it back into that pussy of hers.
"Just think of it Jacob, your cock back deep in this pussy," Delph cooed as she peered over her shoulder at me, rubbing her clit as she knelt on all fours before me. "Fucking me as long as you like, I do hope you can live with just experiencing my body and not my heart."
"Hey, I get to have you, I can live with the rest," I said, watching her sliding off the bed. Fetching the wash cloth I saw Greg place on the dresser when Delph mentioned anal sex.
"I do hope you can," Delph purred as she gazed at me with those satisfied brown eyes as she cleaned my cock. "We haven't been able to do this lately with the kids' busy schedule. So, if you don't hear from me or Greg please don't get discouraged."
"Hey, whatever you want, I'll follow. I can't believe how lucky I got to sleep with a beautiful woman," I said, knowing I was pushing my luck; however, boundaries are ment to be broken. I watched how her face blushed hard. I got the feeling she didn't see herself as such. She really was that beautiful. To this day I will always feel how good her lips felt against mine as she kissed me once I had gotten dressed. As soon as my last shoe slipped on Greg came out of the bathroom. I watched how Delph wiggled her ass at him as she looked at me with her cheek pressing against the bed.
"Greg, I got you a present," Delph cooed as she held her ass cheeks apart. Waving goodbye as she blew me a kiss. I heard her moans as I walked down their stairs showing myself out.
Feeling the weariness flooding my body as I pulled up to my home. So glad I didn't have to be up until seven to leave for work to start my three-day swing shift. I swear she was doing this on purpose as I walked through the door and was met with the flash of Emily's white cotton panties as her t-shirt rose up as she walked down the steps. I was confused as she huffed and turned her nose up at me as she stomped past me to the living room. Looking down as I heard my stomach rumbling.
To Be Continued...
Broken Pt. 05
Jacob is faced with something that not even he could foresee.
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual, dubiously consensual or reluctant sexual situations.
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Thanks To WAA01 for the edits.
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Seven days later...
My fingers rubbed along my temple as I sat behind my desk at the plant I worked at. Scanning the reports that came in every week to ensure the power plant was running within parameters. My boss always liked to give me this kind of work. Not that I minded, it gave me time away from home. Ever since I had my 'date' with Delph, Emily and Pauline have been acting rather oddly around me. Emily still had an attitude whenever she saw me. Although, it has lessened since, I haven't gone out since that day. Pauline had started wearing more form fitting clothing, her shorts showed off far more than I even want to have stored in my memory. My eyes glanced over to my phone as it rang. Arching an eyebrow when Delph's number appeared on the screen of my phone.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey Jacob, I'm sorry for not calling..."
"No, I understand. You laid out the rules for this... thing I'm a part of. So I suspected this would happen," I said, cutting her off.
"I promise I wasn't trying to make you think what we experienced wasn't a onetime thing. It's just the kids have been..."
"I understand. You're a good mother. So, what are you really calling about?" I asked, leaning back in my chair.
"Something has come up in the DNA matching. I think it would be best if you and Emily came in so I can explain the results."
"Okay?!" I had no idea why my heart was racing. Sure Emily was my half-sister or aunt whichever title you wish to give her. Yet I really didn't know a thing about her other than what she and Pauline has told me. "When?"
"Can you come in today?"
"Have to ask my boss... but I think I can swing it," I stated, knowing it was going to take about forty-five minutes to get to my house, another hour to get to her office.
"Good. When can I expect the two of you to show up?"
"Two hours that is if I can get my boss to let me out for the day," I replied, sliding back my chair. Peering over the wall of my cubical seeing my boss lounging in her office like she always did... or so I thought as I noted how she slammed her phone down onto the base. "Fuck. Maybe not," I sighed in my head. Knowing how vicious she could be when she was pissed. Remembering the last Christmas party I attended when she snapped when one of the newest workers, who had just been hired, bumped into her, spilling his drink all over the front of her dress. Granted it was an accident, but that didn't stop her from going off on the man. Nonetheless, I suspected it was because I and a great many got a good look at the sexy blue bra which showed through her soaked shirt. I knew that little incident caused some hardons; me included. What could I say, what I could see she had nice breasts for her age.
"Okay Jacob, call me if you can't and I'll meet you somewhere once you get off of work. This is really important."
"Alright, I'll see what I can do, and I'll let you know," I said, saying my goodbyes. Sliding my phone into my pocket as I exited my cubicle. Blowing out a breath, heading towards my boss's office. I really wanted my house back, and if this meant they would be out quicker then I'd be a fool not to take the chance. Now if this proved fruitful all I had to do was wait on the garage to fix their car and they would be out of my hair. I hoped that would be the case as I neared the door of her office.
"Come in." I heard the agitated growl of her voice once I knocked on her office door.
"Sorry for disturbing you boss," I said, closing the door behind me.
"What is it Jacob?" I noted how she stared hatefully at the phone on her desk.
"You remember how I told you about my half-sister?" Her eyes finally glanced over to me. Noting how her eyes softened when I mentioned Emily.
"Yes, has something happened?" Sitting straighter in her chair, her hand gesturing to the chair in front of her desk.
"Her doctor just called, something important has come up and she wants us to come in," I said, telling her of what Delph and I had spoken about.
"Of course, I understand, take the rest of the day... Go to Hell you rat bastard!" She screamed into her phone before slamming it down. "I'm sorry you had to hear and see that Jacob. It's just..."
"I take it your husband did something stupid," I stated noticing the lack of her wedding ring which she's always worn, ever since I started working for her.
"Jacob, let me ask you, do I look old to you?"
"No, why?"
"Have my looks faded since you've come to work here?" I had no idea where these questions were going.
"Not that I've noticed Mrs. Bell..."
"Call me Angie, given the personal nature of this conversation," she said, flashing me a smile. "I hope I haven't made you uncomfortable with my questions. I wouldn't want to create a hostile environment between us."
"Sure, I understand," I nodded. I noticed how her eyes ran down my body as I rose.
"One last question before you go Jacob." Her eyes looked up at my face. My eyes watched the way the light played along her face. For a woman of forty-six to me it seemed time had only made the woman more stunning.
"Okay."
"Am I attractive? Do you find me... beautiful?" I saw the need for recognition in her eyes, also the pain of betrayal in them. It was the same look I saw in my father's eyes on that fateful day.
"Umm... you're not going to write me up for sexual harassment if I do?" I inquired, arching an eyebrow as she shook her head. Hoping I wasn't walking into a trap. "You're a very stunning woman, Angie ."
"Thank you, Jacob. At least someone finds me stunning." Angie's voice had a slight alluring tone to it as her eyes ran down my body. "I hope everything is okay with her, and I'll see you bright and early in the morning." Flashing me this rather seductive smile as I stood in the doorway.
"Baby, I thought you were at work?" Pauline voice came over the line as I called my house. I really wish she would stop calling me that. Her daughter was that to her, not me.
"I was, until Dr. Shaw called me," I answered as I walked to my '67 Chevy Impala hardtop that Pauline was getting far too comfortable driving.
"What?!" I heard the sounds of feet rushing to wherever Pauline was in my house.
"What is it Mom?" I heard Emily's voice over the line as she entered the room Pauline was in.
"Dr. Shaw called your brother." I rolled my eyes; she might be related to me by blood through Pauline, yet that doesn't make her my sister.
"Be ready in forty-five minutes," I cut in not eager to hear their squealing voices.
"Why?" Pauline asked, I heard the worry in her voice.
"Because she has something to tell us," I said, opening my car door. Feeling the 502-cubic-inch big block v8 purr as the engine turned over. Hearing my Bluetooth syncing to my radio. "Be ready..."
"We will!" Pauline said excitedly, before I ended the call.
I saw them running out of my house once I pulled up. I tried not to notice how Emily's and Pauline's breasts bounced in their shirts as they raced towards my car, and how the sun played along Pauline's legs, turning my gaze away as her shorts showed off her ass as she slid in beside me.
"Did you lock up my house?" I asked, as we sat idling there. Catching the scent of the perfume Pauline and Emily wore filling my car.
"Of course, Jacob," Pauline said, I noted the how her cheeks had a pink hue to them and it wasn't caused by her makeup when she looked at me.
"What did Dr. Shaw want?" Emily asked me, scooting forward in her seat. My gaze instinctively dropped as her shirt hung open showing me the tops of her braless breasts. Quickly, trying not to be a perv, my eyes glanced back up to her face. Sometimes I'm taken aback by how she looks so much like Pauline when she was her age.
"I don't know, she didn't tell me," I said, turning back around in my seat. Gooseflesh raced along my skin as I felt her hot breath on my skin.
"I saw you looking," her lips brushed against my ear, "I like that." A shiver ran up my spine at those words. "I want you to look... nephew," Emily whispered low before she moved back into her seat. I had no idea why she would want me to. Shaking the thought from my mind as I threw the gear shift into reverse. Looking down as Pauline placed her hand over mine. Seeing her fingers wrapping around it.
"I know this will be good news. I have faith," Pauline said, nodding firmly. "After all the Lord brought me back into your life," she uttered, flashing me a smile as I turned right out of my driveway heading towards the interstate.
I fought from rolling my eyes. If God -- if he or she exists -- I doubt that deity even cared. If it did then it had to be one sadistic god, because to have her show up one day out of the blue eighteen years later had to be some form of torture. However, was I being tested like Job? How I would react to all this? How I would take them being back in my life? I rightly didn't know. I was just eager to get them out of my house, and far away from me. So I could get back to my life before I even knew about Emily.
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The offices of Dr. Shaw...
Once again I found myself hemmed in by Pauline and Emily. Glancing down as Emily looped her arm around mine. She was humming lightly, a smile was on her lips, before they formed into a seductive smirk. It wasn't hard to tell she wasn't aroused given how her nipples were detailed by her shirt. I really didn't want to know what was going through her head at the moment. Pauline placed her hand over my left drawing my attention to her.
"Today, I'm going to learn my baby girl is going to live. All thanks to you." I glanced down as her fingertips lightly ran along the back of my hand. Watching how the muscles of her thigh flexed as she rested her left leg on her right knee. "Mmm... I'm going to make sure you have a very nice dinner tonight," Pauline said, wearing that same smirk as her daughter. It was unnerving me to no end. Why weren't they wearing bras?!
"Jacob, Emily, Dr. Shaw will see you now," the nurse said, standing in the doorway that led to the examination rooms and the offices for the doctors that worked there.
Again just like before Emily commanded my right side, however, unlike before Pauline was on my left as we walked towards the nurse. I just couldn't understand why they needed to touch me so damn much. It was getting so damn weird. I was getting acquainted with the curves of the female members of my family for too frequently.
"Do come in," Delph said, seeing us standing in front of her office doorway.
"You sit honey," Pauline said, patting my back, far too close to my ass. "I don't mind standing..."
"No, I think you might need to sit for this," Delph said, looking at Pauline as Emily and I took the two seats in her office.
"Here you go, ma'am," the nurse said, bringing another chair into the room. Closing the door behind her as she left.
I noticed the glaring looks from Pauline and Emily given the way Delph was looking at me. The way those eyes of hers were undressing me. It felt like I was sitting between two glaciers as their eyes bored angrily into me. Their eyes spoke volumes telling me that this would be discussed later.
"Thank you, for coming in Jacob. I'm happy to see you again," Delph said, I noted how those brown eyes of hers were thinking back to how I was between those legs. Making her cum over and over on my tongue.
"Not a problem Delph," I said, with a coy smirk. Looking down as their hands took hold of my forearms. Feeling their nails cutting into my skin.
"You said the good doctor had something to tell us, didn't you Jacob?" Pauline said, with a strained voice. "Let's hear what she has to say." I honestly don't understand why the two of them were so upset about my subtle flirting with Delph.
"Yes Jacob, let's hear what she has to say." I winced as Emily's nails bit hard into my left forearm. "Go ahead doctor," Emily said, yet that hard look of hers never left me as she peered out her right eye at me.
"I'm sure you two know of the marker on your DNA that made your mother a nonmatch for you?" Delph asked, to which Emily nodded. "Well... your brother has that marker." Her eyes were on me as Pauline and Emily grew still in their seats. Their mouths agape, their hands rapidly beat against mine as they jumped in their seats. "That's not all, both of you share the same father. Given the marker on both of your genomes is from the 'Y' chromosome."
"Wait. What?!" I voice rose at what she just said.
"You're my really, real brother!" Emily squealed throwing her arms around my neck. My eyes glanced to the right of me as I heard Pauline gasp.
"Billy!" I heard Pauline's whisper escape from around the hand covering her lips. Looking down, as her grip on my arms lightened and became gentler. Her eyes glanced to me. Was Billy my actually father or was Roy? I know she could see the question in my eyes. "Billy is and was your father, you have to believe me," Pauline spoke trying to get me to believe her words.
"Did this Billy have green eyes?" Delph asked, drawing my attention back to her.
"Yes, why?" I inquired, not ready to accept the fact that Emily was indeed my full-blood sister.
"Because Emily here carries the markers for green eyes yet her mother's brown eyed genes took precedent," Delph said, laying out mine and Emily's, along with Pauline's, genetic profiles before us. "While you got your father's black hair, Emily inherited most of your mother's traits, as you got most of your father's. The test is pretty conclusive the two of you both have the same parents."
I looked over to Emily as she wept into her hands as she muttered 'Billy is my real father' over and over again. Okay, I have to say, I did feel for her knowing Roy wasn't her biological father. I don't think anyone would want that, not with what I've come to learn about the man. All I could do is gently rub Emily's back. However, that only caused her to throw herself at me. I so had no clue what to do as she cried hard into my shoulder. All I could think about was the fact that her braless breasts were pressed into my chest as she whispered in my ear 'You're my real brother, not my half-brother. I'm so very happy.' Well, what could I say to that? Lightly patting her back, and here I thought the day couldn't get any more weirder.
"So... what do we do now Dr. Shaw?" I heard how shaky Pauline's voice was as she asked that question.
"Now, we schedule a time at the hospital where we can irradiate Emily to kill off her old bone marrow, and then harvest what we need from Jacob a week later. Then Emily will be in isolation for a month due to her immune system being compromised by the radiation until the transplant from Jacob can take hold in Emily's body. Given their ages, I don't foresee any complications happening. However, I'll keep a very close eye on both of them." I saw the warm smile on Delph's face when she spoke to Pauline. "It will be a few days before I'll hear something. When I do I'll call you when I have the news. Now Jacob do I need to write you a note for your work on how long you'll be out?"
"Wouldn't hurt," I nodded. Trying to push Emily away, yet that only made her arms tighten around me. This was getting rather strange and inappropriate given where we were at the moment.
"Give me a moment," Delph spoke turning towards her computer. I noted how her eyes would flutter to me and then to Emily. I simply shrugged my shoulders silently telling her I had no clue why she hadn't let go of me.
"I think that's enough," I said, lightly patting Emily's back as I heard the printer firing up.
"Emily, Pauline, would you mind giving me a moment alone with Jacob. Just to make sure that he knows what to expect with the transplantation. Please close the door on the way out," Delph said, I know she noted the looks the two of them shot me before agreeing to wait in the waiting room. I knew I was going to pay for this given the looks that burned into me as they left. Turning my attention back to Delph as she rose from her seat. The sound of the paper rustled once she plucked it from the printer tray as she walked around her desk. "You know something is odd about them," Delph spoke, my eyes glanced down as the nylons contoured to her shapely legs while she leaned against the edge of her desk. Remembering how they felt when they were wrapped around me while I was thrusting hard into her ever welcoming peach. How it hugged my cock as it pumped in and out of her paradise. The way her juices shined along my rod. I could feel myself hardening as the memories played out in my mind.
"Tell me about it," I sighed.
"I'm not a part of that lifestyle, cockolding my husband is as freaky as we get. But I know some that are into that, it seems to me that they're subs."
"They're what?" I asked, very perplexed.
"It's just the feeling I get from them," Delph stated shrugging her shoulders. Her nails clicked on the underside of the lip of the desk. Flashing me that same smile she had on that night after the very thorough fucking I had given her. "So you should be careful with them. It kind of feels like they want you as their Master. As weird as that sounds, it's the way they look at you," she said, clarifying her statement to me when I clearly had to have a very confused look on my face. I noted how her eyes glanced at my groin, then this wicked smile formed on her lips. "Are you hard Jacob?"
"Of course I am, just look at you," I said, with a coy smile. Noting how her eyes flared once I flexed my cock against my jeans. Causing it to surged as she leaned forward. The scent of her perfume filled my head with burning desire, feeling the softness of her cheek as it brushed along my own.
"Then how about we really put some fire in those eyes of theirs?" Delph purred in my ear. My body trembled as she ran her fingers along the shaft of my cock. "I can't stop thinking about your tongue on my pussy. Every time I do, my cunt gets so wet. Greg's been trying so hard to match you, yet..." I groaned as Delph's hand gently squeezed and stroked my cock through my pants, "no matter how much he tries he's never going to measure up," she whispered, I felt her tongue curl out, bringing my earlobe to her lips. Feeling them tugging on it while her hand caressed my manhood. "I am sorry for not calling, truly I am. Let me make up to you." Who was I to stop her? I sure as hell wasn't going to make her stop that's for sure! Her lips plucked along my neck. I saw the need, the want, the hunger in her eyes as she sank down the length of my body. "Do you forgive me?" Delph asked, peering up at me. What man doesn't say 'yes' when a beautiful woman has their cock in their hands?
"Of course..." I tossed my head back as Delph's lips engulfed my cock. God. That woman knows her way around a man's tool, not to mention how masterful she is with that mouth of hers. I was in heaven.
"I think you've ruined me," Delph cooed, her tongue ran up the back of my cock. Those sultry brown eyes of hers glared at me, urging me to give her the creamy center her hand was trying to milk out. "Tell me Jacob, if we had more time, would you make my little pussy all wet again with that tongue of yours? Would you make me writhe once again for an hour with your face between my legs? Don't play dumb, I know for certain what you were trying to do," Delph said, she had this devilish light in her brown eyes.
"Oh shit!" I hissed low as Delph once again engulfed my rod.
"Greg told me all about how he harassed you as a kid," Delph spoke once she came up for breath. "This was after I made him eat the creampie you left in my ass," she said, wearing this rather coy smirk on her lips. Her hand did a slight twist while she stroked my cock. "You like that don't you?" Delph purred once her lips had left the head of my pole.
"Y-yes," I stammered.
"Greg is taking the kids out of town for the weekend to go camping. I have to cover the clinic Saturday. So I'll have the house all to myself." My body trembled as the tip of her tongue teased the underside of my crown. "You think you would want to come over once I'm off?" Delph asked, while the sound of her saliva resounded in her office. "Because it was your purpose to make me want you, no? To get back at Greg for the things he did to you when you both were kids, isn't that right?"
"Guilty," I answered. I wasn't about to lie when her hand was so close to my nuts.
"I'm not judging you, I would too if I had the chance to woo the spouse of my bully. And you, Jacob, have definitely wooed me, since Greg can't please me with his tongue anymore," Delph said, her thumb circled around the back of my crown. "You are still interested in fucking me, right?" she asked, with this coy smile.
"What about your rules?" I inquired, arching an eyebrow. Although, I wasn't opposed to making her scream and moan out my name.
"If it's you, Greg won't mind as long as I record it. You did after all set the bar rather high with the oral game. You better take responsibility for it. My pussy needs to cum on that tongue again."
"Oh, I'm definitely going to make that happen," I readily agreed.
"Good, now give me my treat," Delph growled before swallowing my cock to its base. It wasn't long before my cum flooded her mouth. Feeling Delph swallowing every rope the moment it left the head of my rod. The palms of her hands pressed against my thighs as she lifted herself up. The tips of her raven hair brushed against my shirt. I was adrift on the passion of the kiss she planted on my lips. I could feel my cock wishing to reinflate as her tongue swirled around in my mouth. I was breathless as she pulled away. My chest heaved, watching how she lifted the hem of her dress. Reaching down, taking hold of my hand and placing it over her pantyhose covered mound. "I might be Greg's woman, his wife, the mother of his children, yet ever since that night, my pussy has become yours to fuck, to taste, to dump your hot cum deep within it. No man has ever, and I mean ever, made me cum like that. The reason I haven't called you was because if I did, I knew I would run to you. To beg you to fuck me, to use me, to treat me like a whore. To let my cunt wring out every drop of cum I can milk out of your balls.
I knew if I did that it would destroy my marriage, my family. I don't want that. Yet I can't help but want to ride your cock as often as I can. I honestly didn't think this would ever happen. The other two men Greg and I agreed on were just as good as he was. They didn't spend an hour eating my sweet pussy like you did. They didn't have me begging for them to fuck me like you did..." I smirked as she released a shuddering breath as I ran my middle finger through her covered labia. Feeling the heat that was coming off her cunt as my fingertip gently rubbed along those ever moistening lips, "yet if Greg allows another man to fuck his wife, what does that make him? Is he a man at all? Sure, I might like a little strange every once in a while, but not that often. Hence why those two others haven't been contacted in months. I'm sure they're fucking someone else. I always make them wear condoms. Not you though, I want to feel your hot seed deep within my pussy and ass. Something else those two men never got. I know Greg loves me, he's a good father, a good provider for us and oddly a great husband even if he likes sharing me with other men.
I'm not saying this to degrade my husband in any sense. But I know you don't have those types of feelings for me. I knew the moment you saw my children's bedrooms that you didn't want to break us up either. Can you truly be accepting of just being the man that fucks me, but can never make love to me?" Delph asked, those brown eyes peered down at me, yearning to hear my answer to her question. "Can you live with the fact that it might be only once a week that you can be between my... legs?" she moaned out as my thumb rolled gently along her clit. "Because if you can, I'm willing to give you everything my body can give you. I can't give you my heart -- never that -- I'm sorry, I do love Greg," Delph whispered as she bent down, her lips were inches away from mine. "And I..."
"Don't want to hurt your children, I get that. I did tell you the last time I got to feel this..." Listening to Delph whimper as I lightly pressed on the entrance to her sweet paradise, "whatever you want, I'll follow. I can't believe how lucky I got to sleep with a beautiful woman. It was true that night as it is now," I stated, this was never about luring Greg's wife away from him. I wasn't about to destroy his family like Roy and Pauline had done to mine. It was simply to make her want me far more than her own husband; in part that had come true, given her confession. However, this was only her lust talking, in time I knew it would fade and I'd be cast to the wayside. Which I was totally fine with. It wasn't like this could go on forever, and she was right I really didn't have those type of feelings for her. So her leaving Greg, for me, only to learn I couldn't give her that seemed in poor taste to me. Nonetheless, that didn't mean I wasn't going to fuck her every chance I got until whatever this was between us played out. I'm not that stupid. If this ended tomorrow I'd still have a smile on my face knowing that I had fucked my childhood bully's wife far better than he ever could, and I'm okay with that.
"You truly mean that don't you?" Delph asked, studying my eyes as I nodded. "And you're okay with only being with me once a week. I'm not about to let my kids, or Greg suffer because I greatly enjoy what you can do with your tongue, and that hard cock of yours."
"Wouldn't want you to," I uttered, seeing her eyes quiver as I lightly ran the pad of my thumb along her lower lip. "Plus rest for six days gives me time to save up the strength to really make you moan, just like you did that night," I said, sinfully. Watching how her cheeks reddened at my words. Delph rocked her hips along my hand getting herself off as we both stared into each other's eyes.
"So... will you come Saturday?"
"Oh, I'll be there," I said, watching how Delph whimpered, I felt her cum striking against my fingers. What can I say Delph was stunning when she was in the bliss of her orgasm.
"Good, I can't wait," Delph cooed, her fingernails lightly played along my jawline. "Now you better go, or they might come and hunt you down," she giggled lightly.
As soon as I walked into the waiting room Emily and Pauline were on me like flies on honey.
"What do you have there?!" Emily growled taking hold of my chin. Her eyes ran along my lips and neck.
"I see you've been fooling around with the good doctor," Pauline grumbled.
"What I do is my business, not yours," I stated firmly, wrenching my chin out of Emily's grip. I still can't believe she was actually my full-blood sister. Still, the question remained was Billy or Roy my father. I glanced down as their hands took hold of my arms.
"We'll talk about this in private." Emily's voice took a hard tone to it.
"Yes, we need to excise The Deluge from him." I looked at Pauline in a very strange light as she got this equally strange look on her face. What the hell is The Deluge anyway?!
"Mmmhmm. A cleansing is in order to rid you of this need you have," Emily said, nodding in agreement with her mother as they dragged me out of Delph's office.
"What the hell are you two yammering about?!" I nearly shouted.
"We need to purge you of this need to seek out other women. When..." Arching an eyebrow as Pauline's voice stilled and her face grew red. I so did not understand what was going on, and I really didn't want to know either.
"Do you think my lips and neck are the only places that have lipstick on them?" I asked, no sense in not making them as uncomfortable as I was at that moment. I wasn't prepared for how red their faces were getting or how pointy their nipples had become.
"Mother, it seems the Enochians have taken root in his soul."
"So it seems Emily, we must cleanse your brother of this taint that has corrupted his soul," Pauline said, it almost sounded like she was quoting something. What that was, I rightly didn't know.
"You know what," ripping my arms from their grip, "I think I've had enough of this weird shit for one day. So how about you get in my damn car so I can get you out of my house," I growled, stomping towards my car.
"If you think we're leaving when I just learned that you are my real brother. You've got another thing coming," Emily said heatedly, watching how she crossed her arms below her breasts. Causing them to lift sightly, making my gaze focus on those hard little buttons of hers.
"She's right," Pauline nodded, wrapping her arm around Emily's shoulders, "Ever since Emily was born I've thought Roy was her father. I had no idea I was already pregnant with her when you saw what happened on that day. You don't know how happy I am that Billy gave me one other gift," she said, looking lovingly at Emily. "Now we're a real family..."
"The hell we are," I spat. I did not see the smack coming, I rolled my jaw at the sting.
"You do not talk to us like that," Emily hissed. Why did it sound like there was jealousy in her voice. "You should treat us better than that."
"As the women of this family it's our duty to provide for the man of the house," Pauline said, in a matter-of-fact tone. Rolling my eyes, turning around and opening my car door.
"Get in, so we can get this over with," I said, I was so eager to get them out of my home.
******
Later that night...
I was sitting at the kitchen table going over the bills. Ever since we got back from Delph's office. It's been some religious crap after another, for hours on end, as they both read from a book that oddly looked like a bible, but unlike any bible I've ever seen before. While that irked me to no end, it was the call I had gotten, telling me that it would cost more to fix their car than it was worth, that truly had me reeling knowing that it would be at least two months before I could save enough to get them another. Again, it was only to get them out of my house. So I told the man just to junk it and mail me the check for the car.
"What the hell are you wearing?!" I stammered once I looked up to find Pauline wearing a very short robe and nothing underneath it, at least from what I saw as the front of it opened as she wiped down the table.
"A robe, obviously. Why?" Leaning back in my chair as Pauline invaded my personal space. "What's the matter Jacob? Surely, you've seen breasts before, after all you did fuck that woman."
"What does it matter to you who I have sex with?" I asked, trying not to let my gaze drop to her dangling breasts.
"Because I'm trying to save your immortal soul Jacob. Fornicating with women who aren't your wife or of your family is a sin." What the hell is she talking about?! I might not be a church going person, but when I was, thanks to my grandmother until I was sixteen, that was not something I remember ever being in the bible.
"Come again?!"
"The Gnostic bible states the man's seed should only be passed to those within his family," Pauline said, I saw a strange light in her eyes. "If you need that kind of release, we are here to serve you..." I surged up from my seat as Pauline undid the knot in the belt of her robe.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I shouted trying not to let my eyes run down her naked body.
"What does it look like Jacob?" Pauline stated as she removed her robe. "I'm offering my body to the man of the house, as it states in the good book."
"No, not now, not ever going to..." My head snapped to the right as the door closest to me slammed closed. "Fuck!" I cursed in my mind, wondering who in their right minds puts the lock on the other side of the door. If I remember correctly the locks were on this side of the door. Which meant they had planned this to happened. My head quickly turned to as I heard feet -- that could only belong to Emily -- racing towards the other door.
"This is for your own good brother!" Emily shouted before slamming the other door closed.
"The hell you say!" My voice filled the kitchen, my hand rattled the handle hoping I could disengage the old lock. Sometimes that did happen, I just never got around to replacing them; however, that wasn't happening this time. Breaking down the door wasn't an option either given that they were solid oak doors.
"Be at ease Jacob," Pauline spoke in a light, alluring voice. "You don't have a problem with fucking that woman. It shouldn't be too hard in fucking me." I pressed myself against the wall once Pauline slid the chair I had been sitting in back underneath the table.
"That so isn't going to happen," I stated skirting around my kitchen table as she continued to approach.
"But the only way to get out of this room, is for you to release the seed of life upon my altar," Pauline said, in a sultry tone. "Were upon the man shall take delight in the women who share his home. To keep the man from wandering and damning his soul, the women of his house shall welcome his rod of man into their temple. Whereupon the women of the man's home shall welcome the seed of life into their wombs. So the man shall know his holy love." I had no idea what she was spouting off, but it sounded like scripture to me. The insane light I had once seen, a week ago, reappeared in her eyes. My eyes glanced around for an escape from my own damn kitchen. I was not too proud to crawl through a damn window to escape whatever the hell was happening. Nonetheless, the size of the windows were not conducive to a grown man crawling out of them. My heart raced as my ass bumped against the counter that sat between the sink and the stove.
"The mother shall kneel before the man, giving her body to open her son's eyes to the light." My eyes shot down as her left hand then her right hand mirrored her left as they boxed me in. My head shot back as hers filled my view. "She shall display her body to the man, whereupon the man shall partake in her body. Bestowing his seed upon her altar," Pauline chanted like she had repeated that line before or that's what it sounded like to me.
"What crazy shit are you in..." My words were cut off as Pauline kissed me. Feeling her left leg hooking around my right before I could react I felt something cold and metal slapping around my wrist.
"Now you can no longer refute me," Pauline purred as I tugged on the cuffs that was connected me to the handle of my stove. "I told you Jacob the only way to get out of here is spreading your seed on my altar."
"Then we're going to be here all night, because it's not going to happen," I hissed my nose was only an inch away from hers.
"I believe you will." I rose on my toes as she caressed my manhood. "After all, you have to work tomorrow, and ever since we've been here, you're very prompt on your work ethic." I was not, I was not trying to enjoy it. But could you resist when there was a naked woman standing before you, pressing her breasts into you, and stroking your cock. She might have given birth to me, but she stopped being my mother when she ran off with Roy. "All you have to do is let me slip this into my pussy," Pauline whispered into my ear. "After all the bible says it's my duty to ensure that you find your way into Heaven."
Okay, I believe we have officially entered the twilight zone and a very twisted one at that. "I am not fucking you, not now, not..." Pushing Pauline away as she started to tear at my clothes.
"I must save you from yourself Jacob!" Pauline yelled; I have to say fending off her hands with only one free hand is quite difficult. "It's the only way you can gain access to the halls of the afterlife," she said, I think she really meant it too. What the hell kind of crazy shit did Roy get Pauline into?! What was all that submissive shit that she's been portraying since she's been here? Was that all a ploy to lower my guard? Or was that the real her, and this... whatever the hell this is, is a break in her submissive nature to... save me? Hell if I know. All I knew was this was not going to happen... "Emily! Come help me save your brother!"
"Don't you..." My heart stopped as Emily unlocked the door and stepped into the room nude as a jay bird. Oh, how perky those 32Cs (Something I later come to find out and Pauline's 36Cs. I'll get into that later), of hers were as those light pink nipples stood erect as she sauntered into the room. I was expecting Emily to have a hairy bush given her life, yet that wasn't the case as it appeared to my eyes. Her mons Venus appeared to be freshly shaven, just like her mother's.
"Jacob is being quite difficult. The Deluge must be more engrained in his soul than we thought. Come help me perform the rite of the Apareilementum." What?! What the flying Nine Hells is she talking about?! "Come hold his arm while I prepare the rod of man for its journey to the altar," Pauline said, in this weird commanding tone.
"Yes mother," Emily said obediently, nodding her head.
"Emily stop this?!" I pleaded with her when I felt that it was taking all of her strength to hold my arm down.
"This is for your own good Jacob." There wasn't a hint of uncertainty in her eyes as she said those words. "The Gnostic states one cannot find God if one is unclean in his body and soul. We are only trying to cleanse this taint that has fallen upon you." I saw the truth -- or her truth -- in her eyes. To me it all sounded like some batshit crazy cult crap you hear every few years popping up.
"Son of a..." I gasped as Pauline squeezed my balls.
"Be still son," her eyes had a stern look, a look that foretold of her blind devotion to whatever she and Emily were spouting off, "I do not wish to harm you. You are the man of this house, it is our duty to tend to your needs, in every way you see fit. Yet you're plagued by the Enochians, they lead many men astray. It's our job to see to that you, my darling Jacob, do not succumb to their whispers," Pauline said, running her left hand up my chest. "Did you think me waking you every morning was some act? No," shaking her head, "it was to see you honey. To wait on you like it is spoken of in the bible. To be the one who takes this..." I really tried not to let my body trembled as she stroked my manhood, yet my body betrayed me, "whenever you need relief from your manly needs." I had no idea why Pauline had that look in her eyes, it wasn't like I gave her any signals that I wanted to fuck her. However, I do remember how she had been staring at my morning wood every morning like she wanted it. "We," her eyes glanced to Emily who was nodding along the entire time she spoke, "are made to service you and this." I didn't know it at the time but while she was distracting me she was gently removing my belt from my pants. It wasn't until she dropped down and bound my legs together that I even registered what she was doing.
"Can you hold him for a moment more Emily?" Pauline asked, to which Emily hummed an 'Mmmhmm' as she nodded. I held my breath as her nose trailed up my cock, then her breasts along my chest as she pressed her body into mine. "Trust in us Jacob, we are here to help you rid yourself of this uncleanness. In time you will come to understand, like I did, that this path is the only path to God."
"God can kiss..." The smack that stuck the left side of my face stung like a bitch.
"You do not! Speak of God in such a manner!" I saw the fire in Pauline's eyes as she pressed the tip of her nose against mine. "It was He who is I am that answered my prayers, that brought us safely home. It was through him that my sweet Billy gave me a gift that I thought belonged to Roy, and Billy is your father. I know you've been questioning your lineage since we all learned the news. It was through him, in his guiding hand, that you, Jacob, could be the only one to save my Emily. You might not believe, you might have lost faith, but we will help you to find it again," Pauline said, with a zealot's resolve. I, for one, wasn't about to let that happen. I have no idea what crazy bible she's referring to, but it's not one I know off. My head dropped down as Pauline shoved my pants to my knees.
"Relax Jacob, this is the only way to exorcise the Enochians from you," Emily said, she had this sweetness to her voice. I noted how her eyes couldn't look away once my cock sprang free from the confines of my underwear.
"Hold him just a moment longer honey, let me get the belt from my robe." A shiver ran up my spine as Pauline's fingernail lightly dragged along the length of my cock. I tried to fight them off, but I was cuffed and bound with only one free arm to fend them off with. "Don't be difficult Jacob," Pauline grunted as she held my arm against my torso while Emily tied it to it. "Now..." I noted how she was breathing hard as those eyes of hers stared at my throbbing cock, "take a good look Emily, I know this will be your first time seeing one. Moreover, as disciples of the Gnostic faith, it is our duty, as women, to please the man."
"I understand," Emily nodded. "May I stay and watch mother?"
"Of course, you may," Pauline cooed, her hand caressed her daughter's cheek. "It is through the mother that the daughter knows how to please the head of this house."
"So your submissiveness was all an act?!" I spat, trying to wiggle out of my bindings.
"No, Jacob," shaking her head, "we are subservient to you and only you, as the good book states. These scars," directing my eyes to the ones lining her stomach, "are the hard lessons I had to learn while under Roy's care. I was stubborn in my resistance to the teachings and I was punished for it. Yet as your mother, and I am your mother, it's my duty to serve the last male of my family," Pauline said, sinking to her knees. "Emily, fetch a chair while I prepare the rod of man for its baptism." Those brown eyes of hers were always on mine once her lips wrapped around the head of my rod. All I could do was stand there and watch the elation in Pauline's eyes as she swallowed six inches of my manhood. She couldn't get the whole seven inches in her mouth, and she tried, believe me, she tried. I mean what more could I do than be an observer to this weirdness that had befallen me. Her breath came out in heaves, her saliva left a string connecting my cock and her lips. I noted how Emily was watching intently. "Now honey, this is how you pleasure your brother's cock." Pauline had a coy smirk on her lips as she spoke those words as her hand jacked me off. If I had to guess this was her plan all along. How I foolishly walked into it. Had I let my anger blind me to their plot? Probably.
"It's been three years since I've been able to give pleasure to the rod of man that was worth anything," Pauline spoke as if I would care either way. "This is so much better than Roy's old, feeble cock. Here Emily, touch it," she said, in a commanding tone.
"I'm I hurting you?" Emily asked, her inexperience was showing as she ran her hand along the length of my shaft. Yet I remained silent I wasn't about to get sucked any deeper into this weird cult shit.
"You're doing fine honey," Pauline rubbed her daughter's back, "your brother is just being difficult. Do you feel it flexing?" she asked, to which Emily nodded. "That means he's enjoying it even if Jacob won't say a word. I know you're eager honey, but until your transplant happens you can't. We can't risk spreading your illness to Jacob. However, once you're healthy again, I will teach you everything you need to know on how to please him as the bible states." That so wasn't about to happen, I might be at Pauline's mercy at the moment that did not mean I was going to fuck my own sister. I am not that damn twisted. "I know this is difficult for you Jacob. I get that, it was for me as well when Roy joined the church a year after Emily was born. Yet in time you will come to see that we are right, only we, your family, can lead you to the path of righteousness."
"How, by sucking my cock?!"
"In many ways," her eyes glinted hungrily her tongue licked along the meatus of my crown, "God did create us to please Adam as Eve once did, we," gesturing to Emily, "shall do the same. I promise you; you'll never have to seek out anyone else," Pauline uttered rising to her feet.
"It'll be a cold day in hell before I even think..." Again, my words were stilled by her wagging tongue in my mouth. Not that I kissed her back; all the passion was on her part. I so wasn't getting off on this weird shit.
"Just like Job, for eighteen years we've been tested, have been weighed, have been faithful, our faith has been rewarded by being with the rightful head of this house," Pauline stated, pressing her breasts into my chest. I felt how hard her nipples were against my skin. "I know you've suffered baby," her voice softened, caressing my right cheek in a loving manner. "I understand your anger. I understand that you might think we've entrapped you. We have not, I assure you. Yet your path is dark, I cannot, as your mother, sit back and watch you throw your immortal soul away. I must save you from yourself even if you cannot see the danger before your very eyes."
"I promise, I'll do my very best to make you happy brother," Emily said, peering up at me. Her resolve was evident in her eyes. "You're going to save my body, I, as your sister, must do everything I can to save your soul. I promise: once I'm better, you'll be pleased with my body." I don't think a sister should ever say that to her brother. Especially when she's kneeling naked on the floor of your very own kitchen. I felt Pauline's lips on my cheek before her own brushed along it.
"I promise you Jacob, you'll enjoy this, after all, I haven't felt the touch of a man in three years," Pauline whispered seductively into my ear. As much as I bit back the moan, a whisper of it escaped my lips as her hand masterfully tugged on my cock. "I know how you must feel right now. You must think of me as a scheming mother, only trying to get you to fuck me. I promise you, this isn't going to be like when you saw me that day." I felt her nose nuzzling my hair, her breath loud in my ear, her lips brushing along it. "Like then, as I was doing what I had to in order to save my family, I'm doing this to save my son. In time you'll learn, like I did, to enjoy it, and I'll be here every step of the way to see that you do."
"Uh-huh," I muttered in my mind. My eyes watched as she turned around, pulling the chair closer to her. Noting how Emily had gathered every cushion from the other chairs in the room.
"Very nice, this shouldn't be too hard on my knees." I noted the wink Pauline shot to her daughter; who's cheeks quickly heated at the praise.
"No, no, no, no," I muttered rapidly in my head as I watched how Pauline reached between her legs. I franticly tried to free my left hand and legs, yet they remained steadfast in their bindings. I watched with trepidation as her ass neared me.
"Be still Jacob, you wouldn't want to injure manhood," Pauline hissed as she peered over her shoulder at me. I could feel the radiating heat of her womanhood soaking into the crown of my cock as it neared the entrance of her cunt. "Mmm," she hummed, the wetness of her sex rang in my ears. She was far too wet, so I knew she had prepared for this, then again, that was pretty evident given my current situation. "Feel that baby," Pauline purred as she inched deeper onto my member. "That's how tight your mother is," she said, with this rather coy smile as I bit my lip once she slammed her ass against my hips. "Oh? Does my baby like his mother's hot pussy? I know I love the feel of my son's cock deep inside of me," Pauline spoke in a wanton tone as she rubbed her ass up and down against my pelvis. God. She was fucking tight. My breathing quickened as her glide increased, my nails scraped up my leg, and cut into the palm of my right hand.
"Yes baby, you're so hard for me," Pauline moaned. The feet of the chair tapped loudly in the floor of my kitchen as she impaled herself on my rod. Mind you, this was not something I thought I'd ever be doing. I can't deny -- to Pauline oh I was going to deny it until Hell froze over -- she didn't feel good as her folds squeezed my cock. Biting my lip as her canal clenched as I felt her womb spasming. "Yes!" Pauline screamed out as I felt her orgasmic juices paint my cock.
"This is so wrong?!' I bemoaned.
"Nothing wrong about this baby," Pauline purred, those eyes of her looked at me with such satisfaction before her attention turned towards Emily. "Have you been watching honey?"
"Mmmhmm," Emily nodded her head very vehemently.
"Do you see how well your brother's rod of man makes my pussy cream?" Pauline asked, moving her hips from side to side causing me to unintentionally release one of the pent up moans I had been fighting back. "That's it baby, take pleasure in my pussy, it is, after all, one of the reasons we, your women, are here for," she spoke, her voice shuddered as she once again increased her pace. "You see how your brother enjoys it?" Pauline asked, between breaths.
"Yes... does it really feel good?" Emily inquired, with innocent eyes.
"Oh yes, your brother has a very good cock. Its all nice and hard, far harder than anything Roy could ever achieve. It's nice and long, not too thick, nor is it too thin. Its just right," Pauline sighed in bliss, rolling her hips, coating my cock in her cream. "You have been practicing like I told you to, haven't you?"
"Of course, Mother," Emily nodded, "every night, like you told me, I kneel on my bed and practice moving just like you've showed me."
"G-g-good," Pauline stammered. A whimper escaped her lips, I heard the sound of her nails scraping up the back of the backrest of the chair. "Oh Jacob," she panted, "you feel so good inside me." The sound of her wet sex filled my ears as I felt that she was close to another orgasm. I on the other hand was fighting tooth and nail not to bust a nut in my own damn crazy mother's pussy. Pauline wasn't making that an easy task either! I watched how Pauline reached out to her daughter, their fingers interlocking with one another's. "Pray with me baby, your brother is almost there. Jacob shall be free from the Enochians once his seed touches my altar." I rolled my eyes at that. Whatever these so-called Enochians were did not hold sway over my soul. Although, there was no mistaking the joy in Emily's eyes.
Our Father, which art in Heaven,
Hallowed be Thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our supplementary bread,
And remit our debts as we forgive our debtors.
And keep us from temptation and free us from evil.
Thine is the kingdom, the power and glory for ever and ever.
Amen.
I peered out the window making sure fire wasn't raining down from the sky, because I was sure as Hell that little prayer of theirs was sacrilege. Given what was being done to me at that moment. "No, no, no!" I screamed out in my mind as I felt my balls tightening up. The swelling of my cock giving off the telltale signs that my climax was nigh.
"Yes baby, don't fight it," Pauline panted from her exertions. "Release your seed so you might be cleansed of this taint that has befallen you."
"No... fuck!" I grunted as Pauline slammed back burying my rod deep within her cunt. Grinding her ass against my hips, her folds squeezing with everything they had to get me to release my sperm deep into her womb. My body quaked, my muscles spasmed, I felt the head of my cock swelling. Feeling my cum rushing up the length of my pole, the eruption from the crown of my rod as rope after rope of it filled Pauline's cunt. I was panting hard; I could have sworn I heard Pauline scream out 'Yes!' My eyes rolled to the back of my head as she came as I neared the end of my climax.
"Mom, can I see what it looks like?" Emily asked, with an innocent voice.
"Of course, you can baby," Pauline cooed, in this motherly voice that I haven't heard since I was six. I noted how those hungry, satisfied eyes of hers peered over her shoulder as the tips of her fingers skimmed along my wet cock as she eased off of it. Watching how she pivoted in the seat, "Can you see all the nice, white, hot semen your brother gifted my altar?"
"Mmmhmm?" Emily hummed.
"Would you like a taste of it?" Pauline asked, shooting me this devious look.
"Yes Mom, I too wish to be a good shepherd of the good book."
"Then put your mouth to your mother's pussy and I'll fill it with your brother's seed." I so couldn't believe what was happening before my eyes as Emily didn't hesitate to heed Pauline's direction. I noted the look in Emily's eyes, how it twitched as I listened to how Pauline's cunt sounded as she pushed out my cum. However, my attention was drawn back to my cock as Pauline inhaled it. Her slurping sounds filled the room as she cleaned off her sex from my rod. "Don't you dare! Don't you do it!" I hissed at my cock as I felt it beginning to reharden.
"Mmm... baby, are you getting hard for me again," Pauline uttered in a lustful tone. I shook my head vigorously. "Seems to me that you are," she teased me. "Would you like for me to ride this hard cock again?" Again, I shook my head. "Get the key for the handcuffs Emily, this chair just isn't going to do." A sinful smile formed on her lips at the sight of how my cock flexed before her eyes. "Mmm, yes, so much better than Roy," Pauline purred before swallowing my cock once again. My eyes glanced over to Emily who's chin and mouth area were covered in her mother and my own cum. This was getting too damn fucking weird. Listening to Emily smack her lips, rolling her tongue around her mouth.
"Mom, what's a man's cum supposed to taste like?" Emily asked, her eyes just couldn't look away as Pauline was going to town on my rod.
Pauline's gasp filled the air once she pulled off my pole. "Well, Roy's was very sour, I always spit it out. Something he didn't care for, which got me beaten. Your father's, mmm, now his, his was very delicious. There wasn't a day that didn't go by that I didn't have his cock in my mouth or pussy. As for Jacob's," my eyes glanced down while she rose and placed her left foot on the floor, "mmm," her lips smacked as she sucked her fingers clean, "my, my Jacob, your as tasty as your daddy was," Pauline said, turning gaze to her daughter. "I know, it being inside my pussy makes the taste far different than if it came from the source, but Jacob's cum isn't bad, you'll grow to like it, if not, you don't have to. He will always have me to swallow his loads if you can't stomach the taste," she said, with this loving smile like this was all fucking normal!
"Will you teach me how to like it?" Emily asked, her mother with this rather strange... ah hell, this was all strange to me, for all I know this could be their damn normal and I'm just now seeing it!
"Of course, baby!" Pauline brought her daughter into a hug. I cursed into my mind once Emily's hand closed into a fist as I tried to make a play for the key to the cuffs. "Naughty boy," Pauline wagged her finger at me, "we still have to deal with that," she stated pointing at my cock.
"Don't you think you've taken this shit far enough?!"
"Ah hell!" I cursed into my mind at the looks in their eyes. It was as if they were possessed by something and I didn't have a salt shotgun with me or iron!
"It seems Emily, the rite wasn't fully successful," Pauline said, taking on that creepy tone once again.
"So it seems," Emily nodded.
"Go to my room and fetch us the good book. We must speak on what we must do next," Pauline said, sinking down into the chair and crossing her legs. I gasped as her hand took hold of my cock. "I shall keep your brother hard until you return."
"Okay," Emily nodded before running off.
"Why must you fight us Jacob?"
"You fucking know why you crazy..." Hissing as she squeezed my cock painfully.
"You do not talk to me like that." I honest to God saw genuine hurt in her eyes. Or could she be faking that too?! Hell if I know, this whole damn night has been one insane moment after another. I don't know how much more of it I can handle. "We are only trying to help you, to save your soul! Do you want to go to Hell? To spend your eternity in damnation?"
"Well, if I remember correctly Dad would have been sent there too..."
"No," shaking her head, "I've spoken to a priest of the church he has performed the rites to lift Billy's soul up to heaven."
"And what did you have to do to get that accomplished? Spread your legs for the diddling... fuck!" I seethed as she squeezed tighter on my cock. Almost causing my legs to buckle out from beneath me.
"The only man!" Pauline hissed the word. "That I ever, ever spread my legs for is you! Have you not understood any of the words I have spoken this night?!"
"Nope. Not a single damn one," I said, defiantly. "Look at what you've done to your own damn son! You honestly believe I'm going to believe a word you say?! Hell, this whole thing could have just been a ploy to get inside my damn house!" My heart hammered rapidly as Pauline rose, I would have moved back, but really I had nowhere to go.
"Oh baby," I was not expecting the softness of her tone, or how her hand lightly caressed my cheek, "this aloneness must have done this to you. To make you doubt my words of truth." Pauline's brown eyes held worry and concern in them as she stared at me. "Don't you worry, mama," referring to herself in a name I once called her before that day, "is going to make it all better. Emily open the good book to the exorcism rites! These Enochians and The Deluge must be too strong for the rite of the Apareilementum to properly cleanse," Pauline spoke once Emily had returned. "Place it in the living room, we're going to need more space to work the rites. Then come help me with your brother, I don't think they will let go of his body so easily."
"Of course, Mother. Don't worry Jacob, we'll save you," Emily said, with a determined nod. Who the fuck thinks I need saving?! From them most certainly, from my sex life not so much.
To Be Continued...Broken Pt. 06
Pauline and Emily work to save Jacob's soul.
Thanks to Killerarmyguy, Cj, Linnear for the edits
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~~~Jacob~~~
I awoke the next morning with a very odd coppery taste in my mouth. Unsure why that was or how I got to my bed last night, nor did I remember much of anything for that matter after coming home yesterday. Rubbing the heels of my hands on my eyes, trying to get the cobwebs out of my mind. Sighing as my alarm went off, foretelling me I had to work that day. Not that I minded, it got me out of the house and away from... my sister. That I do remember happening, everything else since entering my home, I couldn't figure out why my mind was having a hard time remembering last night. That was when I felt something coating my member. Lifting my covers, arching an eyebrow when I could smell the hints of dried pussy on my cock. Okay, now that was fucking weird. If I had sex last night, wouldn't you think I remember it? If that was the case, why wasn't there a naked woman in my bed with me? None of this made any sense to me whatsoever. My hand slammed down onto my alarm clock, silencing it to keep Pauline from venturing into my room. That was the last thing I needed at the moment was to deal with her.
My hand rested against the tile wall of my shower as I leaned against it. My right ran along my face as the hot water soaked into my skin, hoping it would shake some of the memories loose from last night. Yet that was not the case, as I was still at a loss for what had transpired that evening. Shaking my head, knowing I would be late for work if I didn't get a move on. I had a weird feeling like someone was watching me as I shampooed my hair; when I was finished rinsing, peering around the shower curtain, no one was there. Given the steam in the bathroom, I couldn't be sure if there was a cold spot or not. Not that my breath came out in a fog like it did on Supernatural. I really wished I had a salt shotgun at that moment. Don't you hate it when the monsters choose the worse time to attack you, i.e., the shower? After drying myself and wrapping my towel around my waist, I stood in stunned shock as a single message was written on my mirror. Deuteronomy 5:16. What the fuck was that supposed to mean?! How the hell did it even get there in the first place? I was sure I had been alone in my bathroom all through my shower. I was starting to get a little bit freaked out, if I'm being honest. Wiping my hand through the message, putting it out of my mind, I had more important things to do than to worry about some random message in my mirror.
I could hear something sizzling in the kitchen as I walked down the stairs in my normal attire I wore to work. I might be an engineer by trade, but I mainly just punch numbers for the most part. They didn't trust me out in the field with the more senor people at the plant, not that I minded. It kept me in a nice air-conditioned office and out of the hot sun. Plus, I sat at a desk for the better part of the day. What's not to like about that? The moment I walked into the kitchen; I noted something was off with Pauline; I just couldn't put my finger on it. She seemed rather happy for it being so damn early in the morning. It seemed... unnatural.
"Good morning, Jacob. I'll have your breakfast finished in just a minute." I noted the hum to her voice. It seemed familiar to me; I just couldn't place it. I didn't respond. Taking my normal seat at the table, I saw the cup of coffee waiting for me as I did. It was even sweetened how I liked it. That was rather creepy in and of itself. I heard the scraping of the pan and the light tapping of the utensil she was using against it. My eyes flickered up as the toast popped as she set the plate before me lined with scrambled eggs, sausage, and two hot slices of toast that she placed on it. Feeling her placing a kiss on top of my head, wish she wouldn't do that before sliding the jar of apple jelly and butter toward me. Hearing the door of my refrigerator opening, the sound of the orange juice filling the glass filled my ears as I buttered my toast. I'm not to let my food go to waste, now, am I? I glanced out of the corner of my eye as Pauline took the seat next to me. She was wearing this rather happy look on her face, a look I couldn't place. If I had to guess, it was the look of someone who got fucked last night. Then I wondered who be crazy enough to do that in the first place.
"Some reason you're dressed?" I asked, scooping up my eggs with my fork.
"I was hoping you'd let me borrow the car today." My eyes glanced at her as I chewed, waiting on her to elaborate. "So, I can do the shopping for us, and... Emily and I need some female products, you understand. If you did, I was thinking of going after I drop you off at work."
"And why is Emily still asleep?" I was not fond of leaving her alone in my house. There was no telling what the two of them had planned. Even if she was my father's daughter, I still had no clue who she was as a person.
"She'll be fine for a few hours." I was not pleased with how she waved off my worry. "Since it's going to cost more to fix our car, you and I will just have to work out an arrangement going forward, at least when you have to work. Have no fear, son; I'm not about to leave you stranded at your job," Pauline spoke with a smile on her lips as she patted my hand. "Although, we are going to have to do something about that thing on the lid of your trunk."
"Over my dead body," I said heatedly. "I like it, and if you don't, I don't care. It stays." I had no idea why Pauline was getting so upset for.
"It's demonic, Jacob; it needs to go!"
"It's not demonic; it's a devil's trap. You know something to catch demons," I said, throwing up air quotations as if demons actually existed in the first place.
"What do you mean catch demons?! Are you a demonologist?" I arched an eyebrow wondering why the hell that would pique her interest.
"No," I drew out the word. The morning was already getting weird, and I had a feeling it was just going to get even weirder. "Whether or not you like how I decorate my property isn't my concern. If I find out that you've removed it, I will toss you and your daughter out on your ass. Am I clear?" I asked, rising to my feet. I was getting rather creeped out by the light I saw in Pauline's eyes. Remembering what Delph had said to me in her office yesterday. I really wish I could say why everything past the point of me taking a sip of my soda was a blank.
"Of course, Jacob, I would never remove something that protects us from the forces of the Morning Star." I turned my head, giving her a very odd look. It kind of reminds me of how some of the more zealous people around town talked when they were speaking about the Bible. "Don't forget your lunch, honey; it's in the fridge. I made it especially for you." I have no idea why that weirded me out, yet it did. "I'll be in the car waiting for you." Opening the door, I looked oddly at the container that held two Salisbury steak patties, green beans with fatback in it, and white and yellow corn. I had no idea how or when she made this. Although I'll admit, it would be a better meal than I normally got from the roach coach at lunch time.
I ignored the smile on Pauline's face as I slid into the driver's seat and placed the container between us while my briefcase was on the floorboard behind me. The 502 cubic inch V8 just purred to life when I turned it over. Have I told you I so love that car? You would, too, if you felt the rumble of the engine just traveling up your spine as it idled. Flipping on the lights since it was a few minutes before six, tossed the shifter into reverse and turned around in my rather large driveway. On the drive to work, my mind flashed back to the promise I had made to Delph to visit her tonight. How I was looking forward to making her scream out my name when I fuck her on my former bully's bed. What could be better than that when you're getting back at the person who broke your arm?
"I'll be here on the dot to pick you up, have a good day at work, honey," Pauline said through the opened window as she sat in the driver's seat after I had gotten my briefcase out of the back. I didn't say a word, just nodded; I had that feeling all over again as I watched her depart in my car.
"I really need to get her another one; like hell she's going to drive my baby forever," I muttered aloud, hearing the exhaust of my car rumbling away from me.
Once I got up to the office, I placed a piece of masking tape on the lid of my lunch. I'm sure some of you have had those types of people that just take whoever's lunch from the office fridge without a care of who it belongs to. A sneaky smile formed on my face when I put another piece of tape on it, which warned whomever that it might be that might steal my lunch that laxatives had been added. Not that there were any in it, I just thought it would be amusing. Once my lunch was stored, I set about getting to work. It was around ten o'clock when a text came to my phone.
"We are still on for tonight, yes?" I knew instantly who it was from.
"Definitely."
"Good, I can't wait to cum on that tongue again. I get off at seven; come by the house say eight?"
"Sounds good," I sent back. I felt my cock awakening as Delph sent a picture of her wet pussy from one of the stalls of the women's bathroom at her practice.
"Just so you know what's waiting for you tonight."
"Like I could forget the sight of that tasty little thing."
"Mmm, God, it just got wetter. Wish you were here and would bend me over my desk and fuck me like a slut I am for you."
"Oh, you're going to get your wish tonight," I responded, quickly putting my phone away as I heard someone approaching my cubical.
"Jacob?" I heard the sound of my boss' voice from behind me.
"Yes, Mrs. Bell, what can I do for you?" I asked, turning in my seat to face her.
"There's some trouble down at the plant, and since you haven't been out in the field much. I thought it was time to get you a little hands-on experience. It will look good on your evaluation coming up soon."
"Sure; when do you want me to go?" I asked, trying not to notice my boss' form-fitting attire. Something she rarely wore to the office. I wondered what was happening in her home life for her to act so out of character. It wasn't lost on me that her wedding ring was still missing from her left hand.
"Say ten minutes, I'll be joining you, so I'll meet you down in the lobby then." My heart was racing, knowing my work would be under close observation.
"Umm... Mrs. Bell, I'm going to need to sign out one of the company cars since mine is unavailable at the moment," I said; I didn't know if I liked how she was smiling at that news.
"No worries, Jacob. We'll take mine; no sense in taking two cars there. We'll be back before lunch. It's nothing too major, just something so we can show the higher-ups you're worthy of that promotion." I couldn't help it; it's a male instinct, so sue me; as my eyes glanced down when she turned to walk back to her office, I noticed the lack of panty lines. That wasn't all. it was how well that skirt of hers was showing off her ass. I wondered just what her husband had done to cause her to put out the signals that she was on the prowl. For an older woman, she was rather... enticing, if you know what I mean. I've often heard men around the office talking about her and what they would do to her if they ever got the chance. All in jest, of course, just like how the women talk about the men, at least the more attractive men, not me; I'm just average.
So there I was, standing out in the lobby, waiting for my boss to come down. Double-checking if I had everything I needed since I normally didn't go out to the plant that was a few miles west of the office building. Due to the attacks, more so of the cyber kind, the owners thought it best to keep us separated from the main plant in case something happened. This way, the people who could fix it wouldn't be caught in the blast or accident of some kind. I'm not the nuclear kind of engineer, I'm more of the structural kind. Not that I would mind the pay bump being one of them. Still, my job pays me well enough, so I can't complain. Maybe I'll go back to school one day and get my degree in that form of engineering. Turning my head as my thoughts were meandering around my mind as I heard the ding of the elevator The way my boss was walking it felt like, at least to me, she had something to prove. That she was still attractive enough to get the attention of men, or I could be completely wrong, and my pervy mind was just seeing things that weren't there. It's been known to happen. Nonetheless, I did try; I swear I did try not to notice how her hips swayed, the way her breasts moved beneath her shirt. It wasn't the first time I asked myself what her husband had done that would cause her to alert the men of the world that she was seeking validation. For what? I couldn't say. Not that it stopped me from slyly checking out my boss. I mean, come on, I'm a dude. A horny twenty-four-year-old guy. What man my age isn't thinking about sex twenty hours a day?
"Do you have everything?" Mrs. Bell asked of me once she reached my side.
"I do," I nodded.
"Good; boiler 3 is offline at the moment, so let's see if you can solve the problem with the steam pressure." I have to say the smile she flashed me did boost my confidence. "Come, my car is this way," Mrs. Bell stated, gesturing towards the eastern end of the parking lot. "You know you can call me Angie." Her sweet tone had something more to it than just being friendly.
"So, Angie, what exactly is the problem with boiler 3?" I asked, trying to keep it professional while on company property.
"There's a pressure drop in the feed lines to the turbines and our technicians can't seem to find the source. So, we're going to the plant to see if we can find the cause of the problem, or at least find a bypass to get the boiler up and running again at full power."
"Where exactly in the feed lines?" I inquired as she pulled her car keys out of her purse and unlocked her doors.
"I don't know; we'll see when we get there." I took a dry swallow when my eyes dipped low, seeing how her skirt rode up and showed off the top of her white stockings; I quickly looked away when I noticed the clip of her garter belt. I have to admit her legs were stunning. Then, of course, given my horny state at the time, due to Delph's text, the thought of them wrapped around me did pop into my mind. I just hoped that Angie didn't notice my growing erection. I really didn't need to have a talk with HR. So didn't need perving out on my boss added to my employment file. The moment I looked up after buckling myself in, I caught how Angie's gaze lingered on my groin before her eyes moved up my body. "Do you still think I'm stunning, Jacob?" Angie asked, wearing this rather seductive smile on her painted lips. "Does the sight of my thighs get something... excited?" I'd be a liar if I said that little sexy tone of hers didn't get my member standing at attention. "Would you like to see what's underneath my skirt?" My eyes glanced down as she lifted the hem of it, then up, when I heard the sucking of her lip; her eyes were intently staring at my cock as it moved in my pants. "Would you taste this married woman's pussy?" she asked of me. Do you honestly think I'm going to say no to that?
"Angie? I don't know if this would be a good..."
"If you're worried about my husband, don't be. I have that man locked in a cock cage; he'll be no threat to you since I literally hold his balls in my hand."
"So, the absence of your ring was because he stepped out on you?" I asked, just for verification.
"I caught him fucking our seventeen-year-old babysitter." I saw the hurt, the pain, the betrayal in her eyes. "So, it was either live by my rule and my rule alone, or I'd call the cops and have him arrested for statutory rape. I'll let you figure out what he chose." Watching how her eyes lit up when I placed my hand on her knee.
"And this?" I asked, gesturing to their office building.
"I'm not looking for a relationship, Jacob." she reached up, softly placed her hand over mine, and gradually pulled it along her thigh, feeling how silky her stocking was beneath my touch, "Just good, wholesome, body-numbing sex with you. What do you say, Jacob? Do you want to fuck me?" Angie asked, sucking in a breath; her body crawled up her seat as her feet pushed against the floorboard of her car. Her hand shot down, taking hold of mine as my fingers had her thighs trembling, yet their resonating vibrations were building to an explosive quake.
"I take it it's been some time since a man's been between your legs?" I asked, watching her reactions as I was teasing the hell out of her labia. Hey, if this was all a setup to entrap me in some scheme, you better be damn sure I'm going to enjoy myself before the curtain came down.
"Yes," Angie answered in this gradual, rumbling, broken moan as I watched as she fought back from exploding on my hand while teasing her clit. Then a thought crossed my mind if we were sampling each other's goods... Observing how her eyes cut to mine when I took hold of her hand and brought it over to my lap.
"The question, Angie, is, can you handle this hard cock making this pussy all nice and creamy?" I asked in a sinful tone, feeling her fingers wrapping around my tool.
"I'll answer you off of company grounds," Angie replied, starting up her car without removing my hand from between her legs.
******
After a fingering and a blowjob, Angie and I arrived at the power plant. Currently, I'm trying to figure out why there's a drastic drop in pressure with absolutely no signs of a leak. With that amount of steam, given the temp and pressure, the leak would have made itself known by now. While Angie was off talking to the big wigs, the owners, and the head people who oversaw the plant. I was over by the table where all the blueprints of every section of Boiler 3 were laid out on. Although the thought did cross my mind if they could smell my cum on my boss' breath, if for just a moment before something caught my eye. I wasn't ignorant about the history of the plant before I came to work at it. I knew it was a coal fire plant back in the twenties before it shut down in the fifties when the plant underwent a massive overhaul to be turned into a nuclear one, given the rage at the time. The blueprint wasn't for anything important, i.e., for the steam lines, yet it did give me an idea.
"Mrs. Bell," I whispered, trying to get my boss' attention while they were clustered around a table, listening to how their battle plan meeting turned into a 'shooting the shit' kind of conversation while pretending to look important.
"Yes, Jacob, what's the matter?" Angie asked once she had stepped away from the table.
"Do they store the blueprints from the twenties of the old boiler steam lines here?" I spoke, seeing the startlement of surprise on my boss' face.
"And why do you need to look at those?" I felt her fishing for my reasoning to suss out if it was sound or not.
"Since the robot didn't see any holes in the pipe, the men sent it down to check the line, there has to be a valve loose or a gasket of some kind rotted away, and that is what's causing the leak. I was thinking the people who ran this place back then, given the times, didn't exactly follow building code back then, so they might have cut corners and used the old twenties pipes that aren't rated to handle this kind of pressure," I said, stating my case. My eyes glanced over my boss' left shoulder as the plant manager pulled out his phone. Once we had the overall layout of the '20s steam lines, it didn't take Angie or me long to figure out where they should start looking. They found the faulty pipe when the main owner's foot broke the asphalt.
"You okay, sir?" I asked, helping him back to firmer ground when my instincts just took over when I saw his right side drop. Hearing the plant manager on his radio calling for the safety crews to seal off the corridor we were in, and to also block the other two corridors since they were going to replace all three lines to be on the safe side.
"Yes, thank you, young man."
Returning the nod the man gave me when I pulled my hands away. Noticing the sickened look on his face when he knew, given the depth that turned out to be five feet, he would have broken a leg or two.
"You know, boss," I leaned into Angie as we watched the safety crew cordon off the sink hole and the entrance ways through the corridor. "If they cut corners here, I wonder what else they did." I noted how the big heads were staring at me when I said that. Then saw how they huddled together. Seeing the smirk my boss shot me, then the look that told me she was so going to fuck the shit out of me once we left the plant. Something I'll admit I was really looking forward to. I mean, what guy hasn't thought about fucking his hot female boss before?
"Mrs. Bell will you and your associate join us in the main building, so we can get out of these good people's way?" the owner asked, turning around to face us, watching how he buttoned the top button of his jacket. "In light of what just happened here, we would be foolish to not address this issue immediately."
"Of course, sir, we'd be happy to join you," Angie said; I noted the pleased smile on my boss' face when she said that. Not that I could blame her; after all, this was the big boss; who doesn't like impressing the big boss? I carefully appeared not to be listening as my boss was talking to the other higher-ups as we headed back to the main building, where most of the plant personnel could be found on any given day. I was surprised that Angie and the other big wigs wanted my input given I'm just a junior engineer. Given that it was the old steam lines that were causing the problem or problems in the future. I had asked if the old layout of the lines could be transferred to a clear sheet of plastic so we could overlay it over the current ones we were using to see which pipes would need to be replaced. It took a bit, but we were able to suss out ten different junctions that the contractor that was used had cut corners to save money; I had a suspicion the man in charge of the construction pocketed that money, but that's neither here nor there given the man was likely dead by now.
"This is troubling to hear and see. When I took over for my father, I thought this place was state-of-the-art when he had the reactor installed. Not too badmouth my father; it seems he was a tad too trusting of the people in charge of the construction. First and foremost, Michael, I want those lines changed out if they are where they say they are. I don't doubt you, young man," I nodded my understanding when he looked at me, "then I want a thorough inspection of all systems, no matter how small it is or how expensive it will be, and I can guess it will be expensive. But I want this plant up to code," the man said, stabbing his finger into the table's surface. "I don't want to be woken up in the middle of the night saying we have a disaster here when it could be avoided. We don't need another Three-mile island or Chernobyl on our hands. If you have to take the reactors offline, you inform us so our customers aren't affected by power outages. If we have too, we'll bring in the energy we need until we can get this plant squared away. Mrs. Bell, I would like you and your associate... forgive my rudeness; what was your name again?"
"Jacob Hollister, Mr. Dolittle," I supplied.
"That you and Mr. Hollister here over see the planning and construction."
"Sir, I'm sure some of our more senior engineers would be a better fit for this task than Mr. Hollister," said one of the big heads. Not that I minded, really, I knew if I worked on the project, it would just put me under their gaze far too often. I tended to like being in the background. You get to do so many things when everyone is ignoring you.
"And was it one of these senior engineers that caught this problem?" Mr. Dolittle asked with this rather pointed look. "If they were as good as they claim they are at having said title, then why wasn't this problem addressed years ago? No, either they didn't think about it, which this JUNIOR engineer did, or they are very bad at their jobs. I'm inclined to lean towards the first one. In any case, this young man might have saved us millions, if not billions, of dollars by catching this error now instead of when something major happened, and the devastation could have been a lot worse than a simple sink hole. What say you, Mr. Hollister?"
"I will do my best, sir," I nodded, feeling rather small at that moment with all their eyes on me.
"Good," Mr. Dolittle said in a firm tone. "Mrs. Bell, you and Mr. Hollister here will work with Michael. Let's focus on the major issues first, things that would endanger the plant, then we'll fix these minor things these fools back in the fifties thought to leave behind."
******
I kept my amusement hidden when we returned to the office, just a few minutes before lunch, as I watched Angie try to hide her staggered gait from all our coworkers. I did, after all, ring her bell a few times. With the amount of moaning and screaming she was doing in the back of her car since she couldn't wait any longer to get the dick she wanted. She had taken me to this rather private spot in the natural reserve a few miles from the plant. Couldn't believe how tight that woman was; then again, if her husband hadn't been fucking her, I could see why she was. Although, I knew I was going to enjoy my future lunch hours given how that would be when she fulfills her needs.
I'll admit the lunch Pauline had made for me was very good. Not that I would ever tell her that, but it was damn good. I know the smell of it caught quite a few gazes once it came hot out of the microwave. While I wasn't a fan of the choice of disposable silverware, given how easy they tended to break, yet seeing how I forgot to bring any with me this morning, I made do. I was surprised to find out the patties weren't like the kind you normally find in TV dinners, nor did they have any semblance of hamburger meat. No. What I was tasting at that moment was freshly grounded steak turned into hamburger patties for the meal, given the size of the main portion of the Tupperware container. I did feel kind of like king of the table at that moment when I took note of my co-workers' meals they had brought to work that day. After I had speared every bean and plucked every niblet, you don't eat the fatback; it was just there for flavoring. Ensured that I ate every bit of that steak; like I was going to pass up my own steak? Drained the last of my soda I had bought from the vending machine, tossing it away before I washed out the container and stored it on my desk out of the way once I had returned to it. The rest of the day was spent walking between my desk and Angie's office as we started laying out the work that needed to be done immediately and plans for the future.
When three o'clock hit and the second shift started to roll in, I gathered my things. Made sure my desk, which I share with two other guys, was completely clear. I don't do things on it when I know they both snoop through it on their shifts. Smiling at one of my co-workers when he joked about making extra for him for tomorrow's lunch as I was heading for the exit. When I left my office building, I was not expecting to see Pauline leaning against the side of my car, nor was I expecting to see Emily just resting her chin on her forearms as she rested on the door while a happy smile on her face. That wasn't something unusual; no, it was the fact that Pauline was wearing what I can only equate to a woman from the fifties would wear; it kind of gave me that creepy 'Stepford Wife' feel, especially with how her hands were folded out before her, and the way she was looking at me.
"Hello, Jacob; I hope your day was good," Pauline said in this sweet tone of voice. I had no idea why it appeared she prettied herself up just to bring my car to me for my ride home. Then I noted how her eyes dropped to the Tupperware dish in my left hand. "Did you enjoy your lunch?" I heard the hope in her voice. I pondered on what I should say to that and how she would take it when I did.
"Here, let me take those from you," Emily said, holding out her hands to me. Reluctantly handing the container and my briefcase to her seeing how I noticed how I was getting looks from my co-workers.
"Yeah," I answered, handing my stuff to Emily.
"Good, I'm glad," Pauline muttered, flashing me this smile I hadn't seen since I was six. "Here, I know how you want to drive home," she said, holding my keys out to me. My attention dropped to my hands when the way Emily touched the back of my hands; it didn't feel like something a sister should do, or I could totally be reading too much into it, given the weirdness about it.
"Jacob?" Pauline's voice filled the cab of my Impala as I slid into the driver's seat.
"Hmm?"
"Would you mind if we go to Kent's Diner for supper?" Pauline asked. I found the touch on my thigh a little bit odd; if you're thinking, why didn't I remove it then? I did; she just moved it back?! "I think it will be good for us to have family dinners together, at least until Emily goes in for her treatment. Plus, the best way for the two of you to grow closer as brother and sister is over food." I arched an eyebrow at her stern nod.
"Can we, Jacob?" Emily's pleading tone caused me to turn in my seat. "I really liked that milkshake; maybe we can see the horses after."
"Alright," I replied in a deadpan voice. Knowing this would give me plenty of time to get ready to head to Delph's place. I wasn't planning on missing out on that. Feeling at ease at the purr of that V8 when it turned over.
"Buckle up, honey," Pauline said n this motherly voice when I shifted into gear and slowly pulled away from the curb. Pointing my car towards my hometown, sinking into the seat as I cruised down the road towards the interstate.
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After the meal at Kent's, I stopped at the gas station to fill up my car due to the constant driving my car has seen ever since they had shown themselves at my place. I was leaning against the side of my car as I was fueling up, watching the price going up and up, knowing it took a lot to get that 502 engine moving. Plus, I didn't want to run out of gas when I went over to Delph's in the next two hours. Turning my head as Emily stuck her head out the open rear driver-side window, resting her forearms along the top of the door as she did.
"Jacob?" Emily's soft voice filled the air as she stuck her head out the window.
"Hmm?" I hummed, noting how the price was now over forty dollars, and still, it hadn't stopped.
"Would you allow me to get my own cell phone so I can call and text you when I'm in the hospital?" Emily asked in this submissive tone that rightly unnerved me. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against those that are into that kind of lifestyle, yet that just wasn't me.
"And why do you need your own phone?" I asked, looking down at her. Her brown hair dangled down the right side of her face, something she had inherited from our mother while I took after my father. Something I'm proud of, even if my father took his own life when I was extremely young. I have no idea why those brown eyes, something else she got from our mother as hard as that was to believe, had a pouty look in them when I asked that question.
"So I can talk to you," Emily said in this rather small, cute voice. Don't tell anyone I said that; otherwise, I would never hear the end of it. "I've never been away from Mom for a day, much less alone a whole month. I'm a little scared to stay isolated for that long," she spoke in a weak voice.
"Ah, I'll see what I can do," I muttered, a little unnerved by the smile Emily flashed me when I said that. I still couldn't figure out why my body was so on edge around them. I mean, I wasn't before; sure, I was a little bit annoyed with them being in my house but never on edge. The hours I was at work kind of put it out of my mind until then. I didn't even really have to buy a new phone since I still had my grandmother's iPhone. I had deactivated it after her funeral, and it wouldn't take much to have it reactivated.
"Thank you, brother," Emily said in this happy, chipper tone. I could see the delight in her eyes when she said that word. Well, I wouldn't want to be Roy's kid either, after what I heard about the man.
I scowled when the final price for filling up my car was sixty dollars. Not a price I want to constantly be paying. But I can't do anything about that. So, like everyone else, I just have to suck it up and hope the prices drop soon. Otherwise, my outings will be few and far between. Have I said how I love the rumble of the engine? Well, I do! Who doesn't like the feel of a big block V8 just tickling your spine? Anywho, as I was sitting at the exit to turn on the road that led to my house, which was a little over ten miles away from the gas station we were at. I turned my head when Pauline asked me a really stupid question.
"What?" I asked, sure that I had heard her wrong.
"I asked: will you be joining us for church tomorrow?" Pauline repeated as she gazed at me.
"No, I have to work; even if I didn't, I wouldn't be joining you anyway," I stated as I pulled out onto the road. Kansas' 'Dust in the wind' played over the radio as we cruised for home.
"I don't like you working on the sabbath," Pauline huffed, crossing her arms.
"Tough," I replied.
"The man of the house should be seen with us at church," Pauline said in a tone that took me aback for a minute as we sat at a red light.
"You'll be moving out when she's better, so I don't see why you need the man of the house with you," I stated, trying to throw her off her game or whatever was going through her mind at that moment. I was not expecting to see the shocked look in Pauline's eyes when I said that.
"Jacob, I know we have a lot to work out, but we are not moving out," Pauline said; I arched an eyebrow at that. I was going to say something to it until the car behind me honked its horn when the light turned green. "You need a woman in your life, and who better to be that than your family," she spoke in this tone that had me clearly weirded out. "After all, as the good book states, the mother shall kneel before the man, giving her body to open her son's eyes to the light of God. It's okay that you can't understand that right now, but soon you will," she spoke in this tone that said it would come true.
"Yeah, like that's ever going to happen," I muttered to myself. I didn't want to get into a fight, not when I was about to leave in a few hours to make Delph moan to the heavens like she did the first time I was there. I was thankful that Pauline didn't bring up that weird cult shit, at least it sounded like some weird cult shit to me, for the rest of the ride to my house. Upon arriving home, after parking in my normal spot, grabbing my briefcase and the Tupperware container from the back, where they rested on the floor board behind my seat. I found it odd that they hadn't moved from their spots by my car. Which I have to say was bloody odd if you ask me. I was a little unnerved when Pauline took the container from me; it wasn't the act itself that unnerved me; it was the look she gave me before she entered the kitchen. Shaking it off, I had more important things to focus on at the moment than Pauline's odd behavior.
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~~~Emily~~~
"Mom?" I spoke softly as I entered my brother's kitchen, hoping that soon this would come to feel like a home for all of us. I knew Jacob already saw it as his home, yet I've never had my own bed, my own room, my own things that I didn't have to hide because who I thought was my father was very, very controlling.
"What is it, honey?" I watched as my mother washed out the container that held Jacob's lunch that I had helped to make for him.
"I don't think he remembers what happened last night," I said, hearing the shower going upstairs. While the house was old and creaked like crazy, but for the first time, I didn't have to fear the man I thought was my father molesting me in my sleep.
"I know; it does seem like he doesn't." I watched how she nodded in agreement.
"What are we going to do?" I asked; I was really worried about my brother... how that word just brought so much happiness to me now that I really knew the truth. Jacob wasn't my half-brother or my nephew but my actual full-blood brother. How I wished I could have known my father and not the man that claimed that title.
"Don't worry, honey, I'll speak with the head priest tomorrow when we go for services after I take your brother to work in the morning," my mother said with a warm smile on her lips as she peered at me. I knew ever since we got the news yesterday about the DNA results for the transplant that my mother has been so elated to know that Billy, my dad, had given her one last gift. I did feel for Jacob. I didn't want Billy to die, but I couldn't change what had already happened before I was even born. I just hope that now that we all knew the truth and that we were all related that Jacob would come to see me as his sister and not as an interloper in his home. Something I completely understood after being alone with only our grandmother for the past eighteen years.
"Do you think we gave him too much last night?" I asked; while I didn't like the idea of using it on Jacob, I could see my mother's point that without it Jacob wouldn't have done what we needed him to last night.
"I think so." I saw my mother nod as she got out a pan to start making Jacob's lunch for tomorrow. "Want to help, sweetie?" Did my mother really have to ask? Of course, I did. It was my place and my mother's to ensure that Jacob, who was the breadwinner, had a healthy, nutritious meal. We just didn't make a meal just for him; we made enough for lunch for ourselves as well. Not that I minded, I haven't eaten so well in my life since coming here. There we were, laughing and joking around as my mother made Jacob's lunch for tomorrow, which turned out to be a pork roast. Which I had never really had before, and I was really eager to try it. Roy, I wasn't going to ever call him dad again; he had a stranglehold on what we could eat. Some days I thought we were going to starve, given how hungry I was a few times in my youth. Now, I don't ever have to worry about that anymore. Not with Jacob, a man I really wanted to have christen my altar in his seed of life, as the good book states. Then I heard the shower stop, wondering if Jacob was going to come down and spend time with us. I hoped. However, when I heard shoes on the stairs, something I thought and knew he wouldn't wear if he was staying in, my mood soured knowing he was going out. I followed after my mother as she neared the doorway closest to the stairs. "Jacob, where are you going? It's getting late, and you have to work in the morning." I heard my mother say as I stood behind her.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and my jealousy rose when I caught the scent of the cologne he had worn a few weeks ago when I knew he had fornicated with another woman. Why did my brother have to seek out other women when all he had to do was ask us to take care of his needs? I would gladly take his rod of man into my mouth any time he wanted it sucked. No questions asked. It was what the good book stated that the women of the family should do to ease the stress that the man of the house was under.
"Out." I really didn't like the tone he used when he talked to our mother. I understand his anger, I would be too, yet can't he understand she had no choice once Roy had us far away from everyone and isolated? Why can't he just accept us? Were we so bad that he had to seek his relief elsewhere? I could tell my mother was not pleased with that as the front door closed behind Jacob.
"Emily?" I heard the strain in my mother's voice. I knew ever since last night and the way my mother's sex filled the kitchen and the contentment I saw on her face when she eased Jacob's cock into her that she wanted more. Not that I can blame her; if I wasn't infected with this thing that was killing me, I, too, would be painting my brother's cock in my pussy juice. How I couldn't wait for the day that I could finally feel what it was like to have a man inside of me. I knew as I approached my eighteenth birthday that Roy wanted that very thing, given how he would leer at me when my mother wasn't looking. I felt so soiled whenever he did that. Maybe, subconsciously I knew he wasn't the real man of the house, that Roy was only pretending to be.
"Yes, Mom?" I answered like a good, obedient daughter like the Bible said I should be.
"I believe the Enochians deceived us last night. It might take more than just our faith to cleanse your brother of this need to fornicate with other women." In this, I couldn't deny what my mother said was true. I do believe we were lied to when we were performing the exorcism on Jacob while my mother was riding him. As she recited the words and made Jacob cum inside of her two more times. I knew how she loved it, too, given the joy on her face when Jacob unloaded into her. Other than the drug I had slipped into his drink to make Jacob more compliant, I had added one of those male erection pills I'd only heard about in whispers when we used to live with Roy. All given to us by the church, of course. They, too, thought, seeing how Jacob was the last male within our immediate family, that he should be taking care of our needs like we would gladly do for him.
"I believe so too, Mom," I said, following her back to the stove where our lunch and Jacob's were simmering away. "What are we going to do?"
"Hmm... I can't say, honey. Battling The Deluge and The Enochians is something I'm not prepared for, not like those that have done so and were taught to do. We'll talk to the head priest about it tomorrow before service," my mother said as she hugged me to her like she's done my whole life. I've always felt so safe when she did that, and I knew she took a lot of beatings from Roy to spare me from his anger. I began to wonder when we would get the call from Dr. Shaw about when I was meant to go into the hospital for my month-long stay. I knew my mother would be there every day with me just so I wouldn't be alone, or as alone as I would feel given the clean room I'd be placed in with what I found out on the internet from watching Jacob use it on his phone when he thought I wasn't looking. I just hoped Jacob would pay me a visit when he wasn't working. Once the roast was done and the sides for it cooked, my mother made sure to give Jacob the crusty ends of the roast and two extra slices just encase he was extra hungry, along with filling one side of his Tupperware dish with the mashed potatoes I had helped her to make and a side of Cole slaw. Something my mother told me that her mother, my grandmother, would always make with it before her untimely death. Once everything was stored away in the refrigerator, we headed off towards the living room to partake in this 'Netflix' I've come to greatly enjoy watching. I mean, come on, aliens! Along with all that probing they do! I just wish Jacob would probe me just a little bit. Wondering when Jacob would get home as the TV came on.
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~~~Pauline~~~
It was four in the morning when I woke up that Sunday morning. I knew Jacob didn't get home until eleven last night. I had stayed up just to make sure he came home, which he did, not that I'm pleased that he went out when all he had to do was tell me he was horny like I was. Friday was the first time in three years that I've had a hard cock deep inside of me, and I'm not talking about my father's old, limp dick. I would have never ever betrayed Billy or Jacob like that if it wasn't to save our family. Everything I've done was for that one purpose alone. Not that Jacob would believe that, and I can't blame him for thinking like that, either. I know my son has reasons to be angry with me. I know how it might have looked to him when he found us that day. Yet I was trying to save our home. Nevertheless, in the process of doing so, I lost everything. The man I loved, the love of my son, the years of watching him grow into the man he is to this day. Still, as I climbed the stairs to my son's bedroom, I knew I had to save him from himself and the path he was walking down. Peering into the room my daughter had taken over, with Jacob's permission, of course. We would never do anything that would go against his rule.
As the Gnostic Bible states, we, the women of the family, were meant to be subservient to the head of the house, i.e., Jacob. I just wish my son would understand that. Smiling as I noted how peaceful Emily was sleeping, something she rarely did when we used to live with Roy. I knew how that man was trying to take her innocence. I'm just glad my father never had the chance to do so. I might have given into him, might have betrayed the man I loved in the most horrible way, yet I was not about to allow my father to take her. At the time, I thought she was Roy's daughter. Now I know the truth. Maybe my father knew all along that Emily was Billy's child. Maybe that's why he intended to take her virginity, just to stick it to Billy all over again. I never loved my father; not like I loved Billy. After what he put us through, what love I had for him as my father turned to disgust and resentment. If he had just let us go when I had whisked Emily and I off, then maybe I would still have some fond memories of my father. Yet he didn't; he kept us pretty much as prisoners in that small apartment and treated me nothing more than a sex slave. Praying that I could save my son from the fate he failed to see approaching him as I softly closed Emily's door. I just hoped that what I was about to do didn't wake her from her peaceful slumber. I knew she was going to need all her strength for when the transplant took place.
Untying the knot in the belt of my robe as I sauntered towards Jacob's bedroom door. The soft fabric of it slid down my bare back as I gently pushed it from my shoulders. Granted, yes, this was to save my boy from falling into the pit of eternal damnation; nevertheless, I couldn't deny that my pussy was soaking wet at the thought of having my son, my grown son's cock, back deep inside of me. Running my hands over my slightly sagging 36C breasts. I knew Jacob would love the feel of them once he has come to accept us as his outlet to relieve his manly needs. I'll admit I did really enjoy feeling Jacob's cum painting my altar like it states in the good book. I knew I was going to enjoy that same feeling again as I approached my son's bed. Smiling down at my son as he was dozing peacefully in his sleep, no doubt caused by fucking that woman again. I hated that! The only place Jacob's cock needs to be is in mine or Emily's pussy or mouth! Not some other damn woman's holes! Scowling when Jacob didn't bother to wash off the woman's stink from his cock once I had pulled back his comforter. Marching into his bathroom, flipping on the light, snatching the washcloth off his sink, turning on the water as silently as I could so not to wake Jacob. I knew he needed his sleep to be rested for the day ahead. Soaping up the wash cloth, there was no way in hell I was going to put some woman's dried pussy juice into my own. No way!
Grabbing a hand towel I had placed in there for Jacob when I did the laundry the other day. Ever since being welcome, okay, at least by my standards, I knew Jacob didn't like it; still, since the day he allowed us into his home, I have kept it nice and tidy. All so my son never had to worry about a household chore. Again, something that the good book states. That we, the women, should ensure that the head of the household never has to worry about such things. Walking back into his bedroom, hearing Jacob's light snoring, something he has done ever since he was a little boy. So I knew Jacob was in a deep sleep since that only happened when he was, and I knew how to get what I wanted without waking him. Just like how I used to do with his daddy. I can still see Billy's face in my mind when he would wake up the next morning, whenever I got the urge to mount him during the night. The memory of that goofy grin of his still warmed my heart. My eyes were on my son as I cleaned the residue of the doctor's sex, who I assumed was the one he had fucked earlier, from his cock. Licking my upper lip, knowing even if he had sex only a few hours ago, his cock still got hard during his slumber, just like his father's. After drying it off, I laid the washcloth on top of the towel I had used. I wasn't about to allow the hardwood floors to get damp and warp because of me.
I played with my clit just a bit before I eased myself onto Jacob's bed. While I did want to suck his cock there was a more urgent need before me. I had to save his soul, even if Jacob knew not the danger he was in. My eyes were on his face as I swung my leg over his lap. I couldn't risk stripping him of his underwear; that would just cause Jacob to awaken, and then there was no telling what he or what The Deluge and The Enochians would do if they caught on to my plan. Jacob may not believe, may not realize the hold they had on him; nonetheless, I do. It was my duty as his mother to see that my boy was saved and lifted up by the light and love of our maker. My eyes fluttered and a little soft whimper escaped my lips as the head of my son's cock pressed against my garden of Eden. My left hand fondled and squeezed my left breast, savoring the feel of Jacob's seven-inch cock as I slid down that hard pole of his. Feeling my nectar just coating every inch of his manhood, like it should always be. God, how his cock felt so good in me as I slowly lifted myself up just enough for his crown to remain inside of me before inching back down.
My body was trembling in joy as my boy's rod touched me in places that Roy's feeble cock could never do since the man couldn't hold his erection for more than ten minutes before releasing that dribble of what he called cum into me. Even now, I shudder just thinking about what we, Emily and I, more so me than Emily, had to endure under his controlling hands. Now, however, as my son's hard tool glided through my folds, I felt my womb just quivering at the feel of a real man inside of my hot, wet pussy. I felt like Job after enduring all the torment, the trials, the tribulations that were sat before Emily and me, knowing finally we had someone that was worthy of submitting to. My fingers curled around his sheet as I felt my cream coating his cock as I bit back my orgasm. I couldn't, nor would I ever, wake Jacob when he needs his sleep. After all, the man of the house needs a good rest to ensure that he doesn't suffer any woes while providing for the women of his family. Tilting my head back, rocking my hips as my juices ran down my son's cock. While Jacob might be able to hold out when he's awake, I knew in his sleep he would be cumming in my pussy in a matter of moments giving the twitch and swelling I felt. Biting my lip as I felt his hot, salty, tasty cum flooding my womb. Praying to He who is I am that he would see it in his loving light to help my son to overcome this temptation and to ease his soul from the hold that The Deluge and The Enochians had on it. Smiling lovingly down at my son as I felt the last jet of his seed joining its brethren. Wonder if God would be kind to me and grant me another child, a child sired by the son of the man I loved and lost. I love Emily, there was no question of that, yet the thought of carrying another child with Billy's genes with in them did have my heart racing. Running the pad of my finger along the meatus of his crown to gather up that last bead of cum that failed to make it into my pussy. Sucking my finger clean, what I had said the night before about Jacob being as tasty as his father was not a lie. I hated it when Roy came in my mouth.
Hated the taste of that rotten seed of his, which is why I always spit it out, namely on his person. Something my father didn't take too kindly to. He learned very quickly not to push me when I bit down on the head of his cock just to prove to him that if he tried it ever again, he wouldn't have a cock for much longer. Now my son's cum I'd gladly drink down, or in this case suck off my finger, any time Jacob needed his release. I didn't bother cleaning his cock; why should I? The only ones that should have the honor of marring his fine cock were Emily or me. Well, me until Emily had her transplant. We couldn't risk her spreading her illness to her brother. I knew Emily had been practicing; I had instructed her myself every day when Jacob was at work. So that hopefully when the time came for Jacob to take her virginity, something only the head of the house should have the honor of doing, she would know what to do and how to please her brother. Lightly laying his comforter back over him, hoping that helped to give him some sweet dreams until he had to wake up in a little under an hour. I gathered up the washcloth and hand towel before leaving Jacob's bedroom, as well as my robe that lined the floor in front of the foot of his bed. No sense in leaving that behind; soon enough Jacob will learn that it was only us that he needed to fuck and not some trampy doctor. While I wouldn't say it to her face, not while she was treating Emily. I would never endanger my daughter's health because my son couldn't keep his dick out of another woman's pussy. Taking one last look at my son's sleeping form before I gently pulled his door closed.
My eyes glanced at my daughter's bedroom door as it inched open. I knew Emily normally got up early on Sunday mornings so she could cleanse her body before partaking in the holy rites of the church like the good faithful person she was. Noticing the quizzical look in my daughter's eyes as I stood nude before her and Jacob's bedroom door. Feeling his cum running down my thighs like how it was meant to be. Seeing her nose wiggling at the scent of my sex and Jacob's cum that hung in the air.
"Would you like a taste of your brother, baby?" I asked in a motherly voice.
"Of course I do; you know I want to be a good shepherd of the good book." I saw the truth in my daughter's eyes. How that just filled my heart with warmth to know that once we cleanse Jacob of this need, we all will be reunited in Heaven with Billy.
"Then come kneel before your mother," I directed, pointing to the spot before me. Smiling warmly at Emily as she wasted no time in taking her position. Stepping up to her, spreading my legs, allowing her to see her brother's hot, white goo oozing out of my cunt as I stood over my daughter. "Yes, Emily, just like that," I said in a breathless whisper at the feel of my daughter's tongue moving through my labia as it scooped up Jacob's seed. My hand lightly brushed along the top of her head when I felt her tongue running along my thighs. I could see the taste still wasn't to her liking, yet I couldn't fault her for following the words that we live by. "Now, you go and wash yourself like you always do before we go to church," I spoke, helping Emily to her feet. "I'll take mine to, as much as I want our Lord to see how wet and creamy your brother, my son, has made my pussy. That would be an afront to our faith if they smell my lust throughout the sermon." Seeing Emily nod in understanding. "Then, when we're all nice and clean, I'll make us breakfast since Jacob will be up soon. Then we'll take him to work and see ourselves to His holy chapel."
"Yes, Mama, I'll make sure I'm ready," Emily nodded to me while her chin was wet with my sex and Jacob's cum, just like it was on that Friday evening. Kissing her right cheek before heading for the stairs so I could wash myself. There was no need for everyone to smell my arousal. That alone was for Jacob; I just hoped we could save him before it was too late. I heard the guest bathroom, which now was Emily's bathroom, door shutting when I was halfway down the stairs. I hoped the hot water heater had enough in its tank for three showers this morning. I didn't want Jacob to go without.
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~~~Jacob~~~
My hand slammed down onto my alarm clock when I rolled over in my sleep. Stretching in my bed as my body came to, knowing today was my last day on my swing shift. Then I would have two days off and work another three, then be off for the weekend. Then something caught my attention as my nose wiggled. I didn't think Delph's smell would linger that long as I lifted up my covers, only to be struck in the face by the smell of sex. Not that I minded. I did enjoy fucking her last night. I wondered how her husband was going to take that when he watches how I had his wife moaning and screaming for more as I ate that sweet little pussy of hers, as well as fucking her into her bed, something I know she enjoyed. Although anal wasn't my thing, that wasn't going to stop me when Delph lifted up her ass, her arms reached back, her fingers spreading her ass cheeks. Begging me to stuff that brown eye of hers. Which I did, of course; I also fucked her pussy again after I had dumped a hot load in her ass like she wanted. The admission that her husband couldn't please her like I had done with my tongue the first time we got together was music to my ears. Who doesn't like getting back at that bully that broke your arm when you were ten?
Rolling out of bed, knowing I had to get a move on if I wanted to leave on time for work. I knew I had a big day ahead of me, given the work Angie and I would be doing over at the plant. I was looking forward to what will happen once we left it. Wondering if this time we'd get a motel room for it. I knew a few no-tell motels around the area; who doesn't when you live in a small town like I do? Yawning as I walked into my bathroom. Turning my back towards the mirror when something in it caught my eye. Grinning like a fool at the scratches Delph left marring my back. Turning on the hot water as I waited for the water to heat up to my preferred temperature. However, as I tested it out, it felt too cold, not that there wasn't some hot water, just colder than normal. Wondering if my heater was going out. I mean, it was an old water heater. It might be time to get a new one. Sighing, knowing if I had to buy a new one, that would prolong their time here when I so wanted them out of my house. Don't get me wrong, I will help my sister. I might be an asshole, or whatever people call me. I'm not that cold-hearted just to sit back and watch her die. My shower wasn't too long; I had a feeling that what hot water I had wouldn't last. Once I was cleaned and dried off, I headed for my sink so I could shave before heading to work. While I did like using the straight razor to shave with, it just took too long to get ready to use when I had to head to work as I brought my Mach Three to my cheek.
Buttoning the last button of my dress shirt as I walked down the stairs. I heard their voices coming from my kitchen. I heard them speaking about that weird ass shit they were spouting off after we had left Delph's office on Friday. I still couldn't remember a thing that happened that Friday night, and I tried. Just for some odd reason, my mind just couldn't access those memories. I wish I knew the answer to that. It was bugging the hell out of me.
"Good morning, Jacob," Pauline greeted as I walked in.
"Hey, big bro." Emily had this wide smile on her lips when she said that.
"Ah, that's why there was no hot water," I muttered to myself, noting their wet hair. "I would appreciate it if you didn't waste all the hot water when I have to work," I said as I walked over to the coffee pot to get my kick-start for the morning.
"I'm sorry, Jacob, I had hoped it would have built back up by the time you woke up," Pauline uttered as she stood over the stove making sunny-side-up eggs and bacon for our breakfast. "Since we're going to church after dropping you off at work, we wouldn't have time to run home to take our showers."
"Some reason why you have to go so early?" I asked. Personally, I didn't see why it mattered attending church so damn early on a Sunday.
"We like to partake in the early morning sermon, then enjoy our Sunday school classes, then join the late morning one at ten-thirty." I kept my thoughts to myself as I poured my cup of coffee. If they wanted to waste their Sunday morning, who was I to tell them not to. Knowing that it would keep them out of my house for a good part of the day, something I was happy with, although I was not so happy with them using my car to go in. I have nothing against Christians, Jews, or Muslims. If they want to believe in God, that's their choice. Just don't try and shove it down my throat. I moved off to the table without another word. Looking oddly at my sister when she reached across the table and took my hand in hers.
"I prayed last night," Emily said in this tone that had my hairs standing on end.
"Oh?"
"Mmmhmm, that when I go into the hospital that everything will be fine, the operation will be a success, and you will recover quickly. I don't want you missing out on too much of your work." I kept a curious look from my face when Emily brushed her thumb along the back of my hand.
"I noticed the clothes on the floor of your room..."
"I swear once we're back, it will be spotless." Emily's quick response kind of seemed unnatural, if you know what I mean. "I'm sorry if you're angry with me, it's just I've never had my own space before."
"You know I'm just messing with you, right?" I queried, seeing the confused look on Emily's face. Arching an eyebrow when she slapped my hand and pouted in this way that I will never admit to anyone was kind of adorable.
"You shouldn't tease me," Emily huffed, crossing her arms below her breast. I tried not to notice how they jostled as she did that. I tried, but well... boobs are boobs no matter who they're attached to, and what straight horny man doesn't take a peek at jostling boobs?
"That so?" I shot back, noticing something was toasting in the toaster that sat across from me, where it's been ever since I had moved in with my grandmother. My eyes flicked over as Pauline placed Emily's plate before her, then my own. I felt goosebumps raising along my skin as Pauline placed a kiss on the top of my head. Something I remember her doing when I was younger. It felt kind of weird after all this time. My eyes flickered over to the toaster as it went off. Arching an eyebrow when I noted the English muffin halves protruding from it. When did we have those? I don't remember seeing them in the kitchen. Noticing how Emily got up from her seat, placing two slices onto her plate. Not that I minded; that girl could eat. I rather her not be hungry than to eat me out of house and home.
"I hope you don't mind the muffins Jacob," Pauline said, taking the last one after Emily had placed the top half of the second one on my plate, which I was buttering at that moment. "Yet Emily enjoys them. It was one of the few things Roy would get us."
"Ah. I'm assuming you never had a McMuffin before?" I asked, looking over at Emily, who just looked at me with this perplex expression on her face as she held her muffin in her hand and was about to take a bite of it.
"A what?" Emily asked in this curious tone.
"It's from McDonalds, it's a breakfast item of theirs," I stated, watching the yoke of my egg running down onto my plate. God. Who doesn't love bacon? That pig candy just explodes in your mouth when you bite into it. I knew if I ate it every day, I'd die from a heart attack by the age of thirty. Worth it, I think.
"Jacob?" Arching an eyebrow when Emily got a little bashful as she looked down at her plate. "Would you mind if we went some time?"
"Sure, I guess," I shrugged, continuing on with my meal, knowing I'd had to leave soon or I'd be late for work. I hated that, unless I couldn't help it, like, say, traffic or an accident that backs up the interstate for miles. Once I was finished, I lifted myself out of my chair and set my plate in the sink. I would take care of it once I got home from work, but knowing Pauline, she'd probably have it done whenever she got back from church. Heading to my room where my briefcase was stored, where I've placed it ever since they came into my life. I didn't trust them not to rifle through it. Don't know why they would; if they did I doubt either of them would understand an ounce of what was in there. I found it eerie how the house was silent when I came back down and equally eerie to find them already waiting for me in my car. I noted the Tupperware container I had used yesterday was sitting in the middle of the seat after placing my briefcase in the back of my car as I slid into the driver's seat.
"I made you lunch," Pauline said, patting the top of it. "I made a pork roast, mash potatoes, and slaw like Mom used to make," she stated with a smile on her lips. Like she was looking for praise or something as I peered down at it as I started my Impala. "I know you'll like it," Pauline stated with conviction. Okay, I'll admit she can cook, so I probably would. The roar of the engine played in the air as AC/DC's 'Hell's bells' flowed through the speakers of my car. Watching Pauline gripping her seat as the V8 sent her back into it. What can I say? I enjoyed making her as uncomfortable as I could so early in the morning.
The forty-five-minute drive to work was uneventful. Not surprising. It was, after all, very early on a Sunday morning, where any sane person would still be in bed sleeping off their Saturday night bender. I watched how Pauline slid across the seat once I parked in front of my office as I got my briefcase out of the back. Noting how Emily quickly took her mother's spot up front. I think they were getting too used to my car, and I didn't like it one bit. Sighing in my mind as I watched it disappear like I had done yesterday. It never sat comfortably with me watching my baby (Something Dean called his car for those not familiar with the show) driving away. Shaking it out of my mind as I turned around and headed for the entrance to start my work day. Hoping nothing happened to my car in the next eight hours.
******
~~~Pauline~~~
We had gotten to our church about twenty minutes prior to services starting that morning. Something I'm happy to find had made its way to my hometown. While I didn't enjoy how Roy took their teachings to the extreme, I did love the teachings. Rubbing my hand along Emily's back as she stood beside me as I reached up to knock on the head priest's office door. Hoping he would have time to see us and to try to help us get Jacob on the right path to salvation.
"Enter." Came the voice of the man we've come to know since returning back to my hometown.
"We're sorry to bother you; we know you're preparing for this morning's services, which we are eager to hear. Yet we need your help," I said, leading my daughter to the seats that sat before the man's desk.
"Ah, our newcomers." I saw the warm, greeting smile on his lips as he peered up from the sermon he was going over as we took our seats. "Now, what can I do for you on this glorious morning?"
"Well, sir, I fear that my son has fallen to The Deluge and The Enochians. Not that he knows it, yet he constantly seeks out other women that aren't of his family or wife like the good book states that the man of the house should do to seek the light of the word," I said, seeing the man's smile disappearing. "We tried to exorcise them ourselves Friday night. Yet I think they lied to us when we were trying to cleanse him of this need he has when all he has to do is tell us, and we would gladly take care of him," I stated, seeing Emily nodding along. "However, due to the illness that has befallen my daughter, she can't perform her duties like it says to in the scripture without endangering my son to the same illness that has taken root in her body. So it falls to me to ensure that my son has his needs fulfilled until the time comes that Emily has her transplant, which I know God will see that she will be cured once my son's bone marrow takes root in his sister."
"And I will pray to ensure that your child recovers quickly from this wicked decease that the Fallen One has placed upon you," the man said in a kind tone as he peered at Emily.
"Thank you, your holiness," Emily said, bowing her head to the man.
"Your son isn't a believer, is he?" the man asked of me.
"No sir, he is not. Yet as the women of his family, it's our duty that he sees the light of God through our love," I said with conviction to save Jacob's immortal soul. Watching the man leaning back in his seat, contemplating on the problem at hand.
"Hmm... it is true that The Deluge and The Enochians can be rather tricky. I do not doubt your faith, never question that." I nodded in understanding. "Yet faith alone won't drive this scourge from your son's body. Did you give him the elixir?"
"Yes, sir, we did that Friday night. Yet I believe we gave him too much, for he doesn't seem to remember that night," I answered truthfully.
"And him spilling his seed upon your altar didn't banish them?"
"No, I don't believe it did," I said, trying not to rub my thighs together in his presence. Still, feeling my son's cock deep inside my pussy hours after the fact. "He went out again last night and laid with a woman not of his family," I uttered in a disapproving tone.
"Hmm... I see; yes, it does seem like The Deluge is blinding him while The Enochians are leading him down the path of damnation." I nodded. That was my feeling too. "However, do not lose faith in what you're doing. If you do, they will win." Of course, I wasn't going to do that. Never that. Not when I just got back into Jacob's life. I wasn't about to lose him again, not ever! "I know this development is troubling for you and your daughter. I do not fault your son for succumbing to them. Those without faith are more prone to be led astray from the righteous path." Emily and I nodded along, knowing that was true. "I will speak with our exorcist; she's had her own battles with these fiends that the Morning Star likes to send against our Lord's children." I watched how the man raised his hands to the ceiling in praise of our Lord. "It might take some time for her to see to your son. She's been very busy this year." I heard him sigh as he shook his head at the corruption that had taken place throughout the world. "Yet if we are to beat them back and save your son's soul, you both will need to be there to help your son to see the light of God."
"We'll do whatever it takes to save him," I said with determination not to lose my son to the Devil's underlings.
"Now, when are you supposed to go into the hospital?" the man asked, looking right at my daughter.
"I'm hoping we hear something this week. Then I'll have to stay in there for a month until Jacob's bone marrow takes hold." I slipped my hand into Emily's, giving it an affectionate squeeze, who just smiled at me when I did.
"Good. I want you to focus on getting well and just leave this to us. There are some things we have to do before she is allowed to perform the exorcism by decree of the church." I nodded as he went over what would be needed to be done over the next month to ensure that Jacob met the requirements for the exorcism to be done.
"Thank you for all your help, your holiness," I said, getting to my feet, knowing he had to get ready for service.
"Think nothing of it; this is why the church is here, to help the lost lambs of God to find the path back to his loving embrace. Here, take this to sister Malory. She will prepare the mixture you will need to help you fight The Deluge and The Enochians while you wait for the church to give its approval for the exorcism." A weight lifted off my shoulders as I took the slip of paper that he held out to me. "Worry not, now that we know who we are facing, the Fiends of the Horned One's days are numbered, for nothing can withstand his holy light once it's shone down from on high." With that, we said our goodbyes, and then Emily and I slipped out the door to head to where Sister Malory was located on the eastern wing of the main building of our church. While I knew it was wrong to drug Jacob to get his mind to see us as we're stated to be in the good book; nevertheless, I knew The Deluge, and The Enochians would not go quietly into the night. I knew they would put up a fight to keep their hold on my son's soul. That was not something I was going to allow.
The smell of herbs and everything else the church uses to fight the forces of evil filled the air as we approached the Dutch door Sister Malory operated from. It was the same place where I had gotten the dose Emily had slipped into Jacob's drink Friday night. I knew if I had done it, he would be suspicious of me and my actions to the point of dumping his glass out and its contents. That was something I couldn't risk, not if I wanted to save my baby. I knew the sermon was already underway as I handed Sister Malory the slip of paper his holiness gave me; I knew God would forgive us for being tardy to it since this was to save Jacob's soul. Malory was a very sweet woman. She understood the situation I was in with Jacob. She, too, had to use the same tactics with her own son and husband. In the end, if her tale was to be believed, they were eager to double-team her every day once they got over the shock of it. Namely, making her husband watch as she rode their son on their living room couch and making her son watch as she took her husband's cock deep into her ass. Something I haven't tried before. I knew Billy wanted to try it out before he walked in on my father and me. Yet I never gave Roy that pleasure. Maybe I should show Jacob how good my virgin ass would feel on his cock? It's a thought I have to ponder as Emily and I watched as Sister Malory prepared the drugs that would be used to make Jacob see the light. I had told her what had happened Friday night and how Jacob didn't seem to remember anything from the night before the next day. Sister Malory had confessed to making the dose she had given me a tad stronger than what the church normally gives out for these kinds of events that would bring the nonbelievers into the fold of his loving embrace.
I didn't fault the woman; she was trying to help us. I even told her so, which got a warm smile out of the woman. When she asked how my son's cock felt when it planted its seed on my altar, as the Gnostic Bible states, I answered fantastic, obviously. God, even now, I just wanted to feel my son deep inside of me. To show him how beautiful I looked when I came, for him and him alone. Jacob was the only man I will ever fuck or submit to. I am, after all, a true follower of the word of God. Nodding along as Malory told me how to administer the dosage to Jacob. Telling me while it wasn't as strong as the first one she had given me, and it would still put Jacob in a compliant state, it wouldn't impede Jacob's memory like the last one did. I'll admit I do want my son to know what my breasts look like when I'm bouncing on his cock, and how my ass claps when he fucks me from behind; because I am going to make that happen. I have to. Otherwise, I would lose my son to the forces of the Unclean One. I couldn't let Billy or my mother down. I knew I would be using it the moment Jacob got home from work, at least after he had a moment to relax after working on the Sabbath. Something his work should know was against God's decree. Thanking Malory as I carefully placed the container that held the mixture of herbs and a few other things in it into my purse. Saying our goodbyes, she nodded to me when I told her we needed to hurry to the chapel so we weren't missed too much.
******
~~~Jacob~~~
I was smiling in my mind as I listened to Angie's pleading and moaning to make her cum again with my tongue as I was currently between her legs. Tasting her sweet nectar as it coated my tongue. Feeling her trembling beneath my touch as I had my arms looped around her thighs, my fingertips dancing lightly up and down her thighs to enhance the pleasure she was feeling at that moment. If I was going to be used as a fuck toy, and that is what all she really wanted, someone like me to take her to seventh Heaven without the strings attached like what comes with an emotional affair. I knew when she suggested this that it would be nothing but sex between us, something I wasn't opposed to; I mean, who would be, right? My eyes glanced up, watching how her breasts jostled as her fingernails clawed at the motel comforter. I so didn't want to know when the thing was cleaned last. Not that the dried fluids on it were on my mind at the moment. No. What or who had the room last was the furthest from my mind at that moment. I knew our own bodily fluids soon would soon be marring it. Well, mine anyway. Seeing how Angie had already soiled the comforter as her wet spot continued to grow. Then I noticed the look she was giving me telling me to fuck her and fuck her hard. Something I was glad to do. I mean, who doesn't want to shag their attractive female boss, or male boss if you swing like that. I wasn't concerned about the gay and lesbian lifestyle. If they were happy with what they did in their own homes, who was I to tell them they were sinning like crazy. But I digress.
I smirked when I heard Angie moaning beneath me as I slid my cock into that wet pussy of hers. Feeling her grip tightening on my upper arms as I propelled my rod into the depths of her heat. Listening to my balls slapping against her ass as I pumped my manhood through those tight, velvety folds that were gripping my steel pole like a vice. Again, not something I think a lot of guys are going to complain about. At least it didn't feel like I would have to be half a horse down there just to feel the walls of her pussy like I've had experienced before with a few of the women I had bedded. Not something I was going to hold against those that won the genetic lottery. We're born with what we're born with. Nothing can change that as much as some men wish it. Unless they can now perform a penis enlargement like they do with breasts augmentation. That's not something I am aware of. I would think if that were the case, the whole internet would be buzzing with the news of such an operation.
My hands rolled her breasts as I heard how wet Angie's pussy was getting. I might not be as big as those porno stars, yet I didn't seem to be having a problem getting women off. You've got to play to your strengths. Wishing for something will only distract you from the long game; to ensure you get all the sex you need like I was currently getting. I might not have dated in the past two years but that didn't mean I wasn't getting laid. Since I was, I really saw no reason to seek out a girlfriend at the moment. I knew the thing between Angie and Delph would run its course in time. Until then, I was going to enjoy fucking the hot doctor and my boss until they couldn't walk straight. Something I know Delph greatly enjoyed. I did, too, if I'm being completely honest. The smack of my hand on Angie's right ass cheek echoed in that small motel room. Feeling her pussy just tightening up when I did that. Hearing the little moan it got out of Angie when I did. Glancing at the clock I knew we had to finish this up. The digital numbers ticked closer to half past eleven, and I realized if we didn't get there by lunch, people would start to question why we were so late given the short distance between my office and the plant. I guess Angie, too, had noted the time, because she started to aid my thrusting with her own to urge on my climax as fast as she could. Groaning loudly as I held onto her hips as I dumped my load into her unprotected pussy. Something I wouldn't do if she was still fertile, yet everyone in the office knew she had a hysterectomy a few years ago due to some odd growth on her uterus. Maybe I am a bastard for sleeping with two married women, but fuck, Angie looks so good slurping on my pole as she cleaned her sex from it. Whoever her husband is, he is a right idiot.
We made it back to the office with ten minutes to spare, although I wish we'd had time to go to my house. I wonder how they would take it if they smelled Angie's sex wafting through my house. I noticed Angie's grin in the reflection of the elevator doors as we rode up to our office floor. I could still smell her arousal, even though she had cleaned up afterwards. Maybe it was just the lingering smell of her pussy in my nose or the remnants of what was once coating my lips and chin. Looking down when Angie leaned over and hit the hold button. I was slightly taken aback when she took hold of my face and planted a very steamy kiss on my lips. I was just thankful that there were no cameras in the cab of that elevator. I didn't want either of us to get fired due to the rules in the employee handbook about fraternization in the office. Even so, my hands took hold of her ass, squeezing it as I pressed her into me. I knew she was only thanking me for eating her out so well, not something I was going to tell her to stop.
"You better eat me out just as good as you did today the next time we have our little fun," Angie purred as her lips left mine.
"Like I'm going to stop tasting that pussy of yours," I shot back with a coy grin, watching the fire flare in her eyes when I uttered those words.
"Good, I'll make sure you'll get the best blowjob you've ever had as payment," Angie cooed before hitting the button once again, continuing our upward trek.
I slyly noted how there was a little swagger to her ass when she turned left to head to her office. I wondered how her husband was dealing with his new cock cage. I would have put the man in it and still called the cops on him, plus then he'd be all ready for those in jail. I snickered to myself when that thought popped into my head as I walked to my desk. Greeting my co-workers as I passed them. We might not hang out after work, but I was always courteous towards them whenever I was on the clock. Setting my things down in front of my desk that I had taken to the plant to get started on the improvements to it. Once I did, I headed off to the office's breakroom where our refrigerator was located in our office. Glad to find that no one had messed with my lunch; otherwise, I'd be royally pissed. I'm sure most people would be if they had their lunch stolen by their co-workers. I scooped the slaw out into a small paper bowl the company provides for us before I placed the Tupperware dish into the office's microwave. I have to admit it did smell like my grandmother's slaw. I was thankful that there were little butter packets lining the top shelf of the fridge door. Unbuttered potatoes do not taste good, in my opinion. Like yesterday, the smell drew my co-workers to the breakroom like flies to honey. I saw the envy in their eyes as the steam drifted off my potatoes and slices of pork as I got a knife and fork out of the drawer they were stored in. I didn't like them since they tended to break easily; then again, what do you expect from compostable silverware?
As I took my seat at one of the tables in the breakroom, I wondered how she remembered I liked the crusty ends of a pork roast. Don't ask me why; I just do. I really don't want to admit it, but the slaw did taste like my grandmother's. Fond memories of when she would make this same meal came back to me as I chewed on my bite of pork roast. Noticing the looks I was getting from those at my table and from around the room. What could I say? It was better than anything you could get from the roach coach, and the closest restaurant was twenty minutes away, so you were more liable to burn through your lunch break just driving there. Anyway, once I was done with my lunch, I placed the lid back on it and threw away the bowl and utensils. I'll admit, having a stomach full of good food, I did get quite the bit done for the next three hours. As I walked out of my office building, there she stood by my car again, only this time Emily was standing beside her. I still couldn't figure out why they wanted to give off that '50s 'Stepford Wives' vibe, not that I was going to ask anyway.
"Hello, Jacob; how was work today?" Emily asked in this rather chipper tone.
"Fine, I guess," I answered, trying not to leer at my sister. Oddly, ever since we learned the truth, something I'm still unsure of given what Pauline was doing with Roy on that day, she's been more... I wouldn't say clingy, but it was close to it. Not that I could blame her. If even half of what they told me was true, then I might act like Emily has been as well, especially if someone treated me like a normal person and not a slave like it appears Roy had.
"I see you enjoyed your lunch again," Pauline spoke, causing my eyes to flicker over to her. Noting the happy smile on her face at that fact. I noted the men from my building eyeing Pauline and Emily from the corner of my eyes as they walked past us. We all have that one jerk in the office that thinks he's God's gift to women. He was just smart enough not to be caught flirting with the women in the office and wise enough not to put the moves on Angie, given her dislike of the man. Not so much when he shoulder-checked me and slid up to Emily. Placing his hand on the roof of my car, arching an eyebrow when they both scurried over to my side, clinging onto my arms. Something I rightly didn't understand.
"Go away," Emily hissed, pressing my left arm into the valley of her breasts. Only holding it tighter in its spot when I tried to remove it. "Your attention isn't wanted." I saw how her coldness clearly took the man aback as it did me when she shooed him off. It wasn't something I'd heard from her ever since they were using my backyard as a Roman bath. "Go play with the jezebels you're used to, flaunting that fake suave you have. I know your kind, and I'd rather stick a pencil in my ear than be anywhere near you."
"Damn, I was only trying to say hi," the man said before cursing 'fucking bitch' as he walked away.
"That was rather rude," I stated, looking over at her.
"I know his kind; he only wants one thing." Warning bells were ringing in my head as Emily laid her head against my arm. "It was the same with the people Roy got involved with," I noted how Pauline was nodding along.
"Still, you could have said no thanks and go away," I informed her.
"But he wouldn't get the message that way, would he?" Emily asked with this twinkle in her brown eyes, her chin resting on my bicep as she peered up at me. Making me really wonder if she was my sister and if Pauline didn't try to pawn off some girl... shaking the thought from my mind. If she was someone off the streets, our DNA wouldn't match. Which only left me one option, something I wasn't sure how my father's parents would take. An option I was going to have to research before I dropped on them or my uncle like a bomb. Even though they lived out of state, I knew they would fly in the moment I told them. The question was how much was that going to cost me. Sighing in my mind knowing all this was just going to eat away at what savings I had. "Come, let's go home, brother." I have no idea why she had to elongate that final word, or why she had to put an alluring spin on it, either. I really wished I knew why my body was giving me all these signals, yet I couldn't discern what they meant. Glancing down when I felt Pauline's light touch on my right hand and how light Emily's touch was on the back of my hand as they took the items that were in them.
"Let's go home and get you settled and relaxed," Pauline whispered in a tone that had me on edge.
As that 502 V8 purred to life as I cranked my car up, everything seemed right. Although, that was just in my head, and I still had two weird ass people in my car as they sat all prim and proper in their seats. It weirded me out to no end, I tell you. Still, I gave my word that they could stay until Emily was better. I might be a bastard, but at least I do keep my word. Peering down when Pauline reached forward to lower the volume of the radio as Guns and Roses's 'November Rain' played. I looked at her like she better have a good explanation for turning down Axle Rose. I loved that song. Reminded me of my grandmother, that and Johnny Cash's 'Ghost Riders in the Sky.'
"Jacob?"
"What?" My annoyance worked its way into the tone of my voice as we sat behind four cars, waiting to turn onto the on-ramp to head home.
"You aren't going out again tonight, are you?"
"Well, not that it's any of your business, but no, I hadn't planned on it," I answered smartly; clearly, the tone I used was not to her liking.
"I don't like it when you speak to me like that," Pauline huffed in her seat. I rolled my eyes as I picked up speed to merge onto the interstate.
"Tough," I muttered. Reaching up, unbuttoning the top button of my dress shirt, I don't know who likes that thing, always felt like it was choking me, or that just could be me, who knows. My eyes glanced in the rearview mirror when Emily slapped me hard on my shoulder.
"Don't be mean to Mom." I saw the stern look in her eyes when she said that. "The man of the house is supposed to take care of the women in his life as they're supposed to do the same." I had no idea what she was talking about; it sounded like more of that cult shit they spouted off when we left Delph's office that Friday. Not something I was about to get tangled up in.
Sighing in contentment as I walked into my air-conditioned house from the overly warm late spring afternoon. Not that the car didn't have A/C in it. It did, it just ate more gas running it than having the windows down. I placed my briefcase on my chair in the kitchen, and the Tupperware on the table, then started stretching to work out the kinks I'd been feeling in my body. As I was stretching, Pauline took the Tupperware off the table and to the sink to wash. My body stilled as I felt Emily's hands running up my back; since Pauline was currently working over the sink it had to be her.
"Relax, dear brother; I'm only trying to help you relax." I heard her say from behind me as her hands kneaded the muscles of my back. I had no idea why either one of them needed to press their womanly shape into me like Emily was currently doing as I felt the shape of her breasts against my back. "Doesn't that feel good, Jacob?" Emily asked in this rather sultry purr, something I didn't know she knew how to do, nor why it was directed at me. I figured now that she was out from beneath Roy's thumb, she'd be seeking out boys her age to get some of that missed youth out of the way, not hanging around my house like she's been doing. Looking down when she slipped her arms around my waist, feeling the tightness of her hold on my body. When her hands started to creep along my body, that was when I put a halt to it. I have no idea what was going through her mind, nor do I want to know; I'm not that messed up in the head. Pulling my shirt tails from my pants as I carried my briefcase up to my room. Falling back onto my bed once I had set my briefcase down into its spot that it's come to command since their arrival. Don't you just love that feeling? Sniffing, I knew it was time to change the sheets. I was not expecting Pauline to be standing there leaning against the doorframe, the right side of her head lightly pressed against it. Those brown eyes stared at me in a way I hadn't felt or seen since I was six when I peered over at her. That wasn't all; that same smile I could still remember before my life went to shit was on her lips.
"Billy would be so proud of you, you know that, right?" I heard the tremble of her voice, something that always happened when she spoke about my father, if he was my father. I so hope he was. As much as I wanted to believe Billy was my father, her actions have put a dark spot on those fond memories with the events of that day. I honestly didn't know what or who to believe. My right hand reached up; my fingers rubbed the bridge of my nose. Even if it turned out that Billy wasn't my father, there was no way in hell I was going to be Roy's kid. That man could rot in Hell if he was there, for all I cared. "I know you won't believe me, but he was your father. That was the only time I've ever been unfaithful to your father." I sighed as I sat up; this was not a topic I wanted to get into once I got home from work. I don't think anyone would want to deal with this crap, if ever. However, that wasn't all that I heard when she spoke those words. I heard her truth in them. "I'll do whatever you want to prove that to you." I didn't answer as I got to my feet.
"Don't think you can unless you have Dad's DNA stored somewhere," I said offhandedly, opening the top drawer of my dresser where my underwear was stored. Angie might have sucked her pussy cream from my cock, but it was still a good idea to take a shower.
"There might be..." Okay, that caught my attention as I turned back to her.
"Explain," I said in a firm tone. Noting how she stepped into my room, to how her hands were folded before her. My nostrils flared at the note of the perfume she was wearing, wondering why and for whom she would be wearing it. Praying that she's had some man hooked and would soon be out of my house. One could hope, could they not?
"When you were a baby, just a month old," I arched an eyebrow at how her cheeks got a light blush to them, "there was a string of babies being taken from the hospitals around the area. Billy was worried that something would happen to us, so in the event something did happen to you, we went to the local police station, where they took all three of our DNA samples to put on file in the event you went missing. I don't know if they still have it after all this time, but if you want, I will get in contact with the department if it will relieve this distress in you."
"You find out if they still have it, then we'll talk," I said, throwing a t-shirt and then a pair of shorts onto my bed. I didn't see a need for socks since my house was pretty much clean. Something I'll admit Pauline took good care of keeping tidy. Would hate for my grandmother to come back from the grave and see her house in shambles. I kept my shudder to a minimum at that thought. I could just hear her voice in my mind berating me as we spoke.
"Jacob, are you okay?" Pauline asked, clearly picking up on my change of demeanor.
"Who knows," I muttered, unbuttoning my shirt as I walked towards my bathroom. "You can get out now," I said from over my shoulder, noting how Pauline's eyes narrowed at the sight of the old and new scratches that marred my back that she probably caught sight of as my shirt slid down my back. I heard her stomping out of my room as I turned on the hot water.
~~~Pauline~~~
"Damn that harlot!" I seethed in my mind. My anger burned in my veins at the thought of that doctor doing that to my son's body when it should only be Emily or me leaving such things on his body! Not some woman that can't keep to her vows! Yes, I know how hypocritical that sounds, given what I did. However this woman was just doing it for sex, whereas I was doing it for something bigger than myself, my family. I noted Emily perking up in her seat when she noticed my mood.
"What's wrong, Mom?" Emily asked in that sweet, caring tone of hers. How she had kept that side of herself after everything we had gone through beneath my father's rule, I don't have a clue. I thanked God for keeping that part of my daughter pure and unaffected by his schemes and machinations.
"Jacob's back is marred in scratches," I growled in annoyance.
"Okay, but..."
"They came from having sex, Emily," I said, knowing Emily wouldn't know what those scratches meant, although I did. I wouldn't admit it, but the thought of my son bringing a woman to do that... I felt my pussy quivering at the bliss we would be having once we brought Jacob back into the light of God.
"So... oh?!" Emily said when she noted the look on my face that said they didn't come from me. "What are we going to do about it?"
"You remember what Sister Malory said about the dosage?" I asked, seeing Emily nod. "While I'm upstairs tending to Jacob's back so it doesn't get infected, I want you to put a dose in his soda bottle. That means you can't have any until it's gone. This is strictly for Jacob; I don't want it interfering with the medication you're on."
"Okay, I don't mind the tea you made," Emily stated; I could see her displeasure at what I had told her about what her brother's been doing in her eyes. "So we are going to start tonight?"
"I believe we must; otherwise, your brother will only sink deeper into the dark abyss with no hope of escaping the clutches of the Morning Star," I said in a firm tone. Smiling sweetly at my daughter as I noted how red her cheeks were getting. Sinking down onto the couch beside her, taking her hands into mine. "It's going to take both of us to lift Jacob out of this false sense of acceptance he thinks these women are offering him. So we'll need to be fresh for him when the anointment takes effect on his body and soul."
"I'll be ready." I saw the determination in her eyes to save her brother from himself, even if Jacob didn't realize the danger he was in.
"Good," I said in a loving tone, lightly squeezing her hands with a warm smile on my lips. "Now, come, let's get things ready to lead Jacob back into the light of God." I watched as my daughter's brown hair bounced as she nodded in agreement. I would never admit it, yet there was a growing wet spot on the seat of my panties. Panties that Jacob had given me money for, that and bras when my last good bra got a hole in it due to Roy only buying us things when we had nothing else. That's why I got rather good at sewing up holes in our clothes. I knew I would have to change out of them or... a devious thought entered my mind. I started to wonder how Jacob would take the news when he sees, and he will; I'll make sure of that; that I went commando for him, something I knew his father greatly enjoyed before that day. I handed Emily the jar that contained the anointment after slipping out of my panties. I had gotten us a few new pairs the other day when I went shopping, thanks to Jacob allowing me to spend the money to replace what we really never had. I'll admit I did get us a few pairs of sexy underwear to wear around the house for Jacob. After all, the man of the house needs to see his women in their eagerness to please him and to ease his woes. Noting how my daughter mimicked me as she eased her own down to her ankles, stepped out of them, and placed them in the hamper by the laundry room door.
I didn't mind taking care of the household chores. Emily did help with them, like it says in the good book, as it states that the head of the house would take care of us. It made me feel closer to my son to take care of his house. Also, I did get a little pleasure out of peeking through his drawers when I did his laundry. I always made sure the dress clothes he wore to work to appear professional were always nice and crisp. I even iron creases into the front and back of them just to help Jacob stand out at his work. I knew, given his age, that he was only starting out in his career as an engineer, so I knew every little bit would help him to stand out with his supervisors. I wondered as Emily swayed her hips as she walked towards the kitchen if Jacob could guess what was going to hit him once I was sure he was well under the influence of the anointment as I walked into the first-floor bathroom, now serving as my own private bathroom (the guest bath was now Emily's personal one), I got the Neosporin out of my medicine cabinet. I wasn't about to allow any of those scratches to get infected since Jacob couldn't reach that far back to properly wash them. I peeked into the kitchen, noticing how Emily had the chilled two litter of soda that Jacob enjoys drinking sitting on the counter. I knew, since it was almost full, it would take two teaspoons given the volume of liquid. Seeing how Emily carefully poured the anointment into the bottle before heading up the stairs. I noted the startled look on Jacob's face when I simply walked into his bedroom without knocking as he just stood in a towel in front of me.
How the smell of fresh soap filled my nostrils as it filled the room. My heart raced as my eyes moved down his bare chest. My pussy throbbed as they moved lower, knowing what laid beneath his towel. A body part I knew enjoyed being deep inside of me no matter how much Jacob might protest. It knew what I was doing was right and knew it was the only way to save the person it was attached to.
"I came to put some ointment on your back so it doesn't get infected. No telling what that woman has in her nails," I said bitterly. Showing Jacob the tube of Neosporin when he started to open his mouth.
"You're not going to leave until you do, are you?" I heard the sigh in my son's question.
"Of course, I'm not," I stated plainly. Plus, I wondered if he would be able to smell my arousal when I sat on his bed and if that would make him think about the smell that greeted him this morning. "Now sit on the bed and stop being difficult, Jacob," I said in the best motherly tone I could muster while thoughts of what lay beneath that towel played out in my mind. Who said I couldn't enjoy it while saving my son's soul at the same time? "You know that woman is only using you, right?" I spoke as the pad of my finger lightly ran down one of the redder scratches. Either it was new, or it was inflamed. I hoped with the ointment it would keep Jacob healthy.
"Uh-huh." I slapped my son's shoulder, causing Jacob to peer over his left shoulder at me.
"I'm trying to help you here," I huffed as his left green-brown eye peered at me from the corner of it. "Did this woman do this for you, or did she just kick you out of her bed when she got what she wanted? Given the evidence of your back, I'd say she didn't care that these could become infected if you're not careful. You know, if they did, they would have to wait for you to get better before they would even think about doing the transplant, so you need to look after yourself like I'm trying to do." I said, scowling when I heard his snort of dismissiveness.
"My sex life is a concern of yours; why?" I knew he wanted me to hurry up, so now I was going to go painstakingly slow just to prolong this conversation.
"It becomes my concern when some woman takes advantage of you. I am your mother; I have to protect you, keep you safe, even if you don't like it," I answered; I could feel my son's eye roll at my words. Whether he believed me or not didn't matter; I was going to protect him, even from himself. That was my duty as his mother and a woman within our family, at least what remained of our family. "You might have trouble believing my words, but it's the truth. Just like I would do everything to protect your sister," I whispered into his ear as I leaned forward. I knew I had taken him by surprise when I placed a kiss on his cheek. "Now you get dressed and come down and enjoy the rest of your Sunday with your family," I said in a sweet tone as I smiled down at him.
"You haven't used all the laundry detergent, have you?" The question stopped me in my tracks as I walked out his bedroom door. It was an odd question to ask; at least, I thought it was, given what we had just been discussing. Alright, maybe I was talking, and Jacob was being snippety. Nevertheless, it was in the right direction to repair our relationship. I knew the more we talked, the more he would open up to me, and eventually, I would return to that spot I once held so long ago and was so eager to return to.
"No, why do you ask?" I queried as I turned back towards my son. Looking at him oddly as he was removing his pillows from their cases.
"Need to change the linens."
"Oh, well, you go get dressed, and I'll take care of it," I said, stepping back into his bedroom. Noticing how he was eyeing me as I stepped up to his side. Slyly eyeing his queen size bed, knowing soon Emily and I would be lining it; once we save him, of course. "Do you need your comforter washed too?" I asked, turning around when he neared his bathroom. I knew his discomfort of being naked in front of me would soon be a thing of the past. Then I was going to love leering at his naked body as much as I wanted.
"Might as well." I heard him mutter before he entered his bathroom and closed the door. I ran my hand over the now naked mattress pillow top. It was so fancy. Okay, it might not be fancy to you, but to me, after eighteen years of living under my father's thumb, that mattress was like something I'd only dreamt about. Laying down on it, just feeling it cradling my body like I always thought those types of beds would. I'm not saying the bed I'm using was a poor one. Far from it. Yet it wasn't anything like the one I was currently laying on. The one I was using had an old feel to it, like it was put there as an afterthought. I could be wrong on that, and I was just reading too much into it. Quickly getting up, I didn't want to upset Jacob if he saw me lying on it. Scooping up the piled-up sheets, comforter, and his pillowcases, I proceeded out the door. My feet played lightly on the stairs as I headed towards the laundry room.
"Emily?" I called out, hearing the TV in the living room going knowing she would most likely have returned to it after lacing Jacob's soda with the anointment.
"Yeah, Mom?" I heard Emily's voice traveling down the hall as I was loading up the washer. It might be newer than what I was used to, but after Jacob showed me how to operate it, I found it easy to use.
"Go to the linen closet; on the top shelf, there's a set of red sheets for Jacob's bed. Get them up to his room and show him what we're offering to him. You know what I mean," I said with a devious grin on my lips, seeing Emily's eyes getting this luster in them. "Don't forget the pillowcases that goes with it." I noted the joy on my daughter's face as she nodded vehemently that she wouldn't forget.
"Sure thing, Mom." I heard the happy uptick in Emily's voice before she departed from the laundry room's doorway.
~~~Jacob~~~
I ran my hand through my hair as I walked out of my bathroom, fully dressed. Blowing out a breath, knowing it was going to be two long days of dealing with Pauline. Only to nearly stumble backward to keep from colliding with Emily, who I had no idea was on the top floor nor that she would be bringing the sheets for my bed up to my room.
"Would you mind helping me?" I had no idea why her cheeks always got a blush to them when she spoke or looked at me. It was rather odd if you ask me. It almost felt like she had a crush on me. But that couldn't be it, could it? Nah, it was probably some psychobabble; a doctor would say that given her childhood and teenage years that due to me being polite to her, Emily transferred that kindness to affection or something like that. I glanced away when the top three buttons of her dress were undone, showing off the cleavage of her breasts. Something she shouldn't be displaying, at least not to me.
"Sure, I was going to do it myself," I said, knowing I had to stay in the habit of doing the household chores by myself like I've done since my grandmother had passed. After all, they would be moving out when she was all better. Pauline might have said they weren't, but they weren't going to stay longer than I had said they would. Arching an eyebrow, wondering if she had to sway her ass like that since it was just us in the room. I figured she would save that for whomever she had her eye on. Watching how Emily placed the sheets on the small reading chair, my grandmother always loved to relax on with a good book before she went to bed.
"Jacob?"
"Hmm?" I hummed as I fitted the pillow that usually rested on the left side of the bed into its case. I used to have two on each side. One of my co-workers was bragging about them, saying how she hadn't slept so well in her life. Since she bought them, she hasn't had any neck issues like she had with her old pillows.
"What kind of pillow are these?" I glanced up, noting how she was running her hands along the top of the pillow before her.
"A bamboo memory foam pillow. Why, never seen one?" I mentally smacked myself; given her upbringing, I should have assumed she wouldn't have.
"No." I heard the weak reply as it left her lips. "Are they comfortable?"
"Want to try it out?" I asked. Even though I might not like it, I can't refute what the DNA results showed me. What kind of brother or decent person would I be if I didn't help her to experience this modern world she had escaped to? A poor one, if you ask me.
"Can I?" I heard the eagerness in her voice as she gazed at me.
"Well, the bed isn't made, so why not?" I stated with a wave of my hand, telling her to go ahead. "But if you're going to test out what it's like, you'll have to fluff it up first to get the full effect of the memory foam," I said, seeing the confusion in her eyes. Noting how she copied me when I showed her how to do it, I quickly diverted my attention away from her body when the hem of her dress rode up her thighs, showing off how shapely they were. I could have sworn I caught a flash of her pussy, but that couldn't be right, could it? Surely she would be wearing panties; she had to be. It was just my mind playing tricks on me, that had to be it; my mind just messing with me. There was no way she would walk around my house without any panties on, much less unintentionally flash me her pussy.
"Oh, this is so nice," Emily sighed as she rested on her left side facing me.
"Umm..." Quickly turning my gaze away when I inadvertently caught the side edge of Emily's right areola. "You might want to cover up," I said, trying not to perv out on her. I was trying to show her that not all men were like Roy or that boy who wouldn't take no for an answer at Delph's practice.
"Why? Don't you remember that day in the car when I whispered into your ear?" Emily asked me with this rather sinful smile on her lips. "I don't mind you looking, brother." I have no idea why she has to accentuate those words.
"Well, you should," I stated.
"And why should I?" I heard the tone in her voice telling me she was preparing for an argument.
"Because it's wrong," I said plainly.
"To whom? You? Them?" I noted how she waved dismissively to the outside world. "I don't care what they think is wrong, just like you don't care that I think you going out and sleeping with whoever it was is wrong. As it states in the good book, that is a mortal sin and damnable to the fires of eternal punishment."
"Yeah, I don't think what you're referring to is the Bible..." Arching an eyebrow at the snort that got out of her, ignoring how her fingertips ran along the cleavage of her breasts, trying to entice me to leer at her youthful body.
"Are you referring to that mutated perversion that's been changed and ripped apart as dictated by Kings and Popes? The one where they leave out gospels because they don't fit into their view of the true word of God?" I have no idea why she was getting so worked up about it, yet there she was, laying on my bed with this sour look on her face. "Of course you are, you don't know any better on the matter."
"And you do?" I shot back, crossing my arms as I did.
"I do, far more than you do, apparently. The Bible we follow is the true Bible, not something garbage some English King or some Emperor from 300 AD manipulated; who, by his own words, wasn't a Christian until his death bed. Can you really be so blind to what man has done to the word of our Lord?" I so wasn't about to get into a metaphysical debate with her. Not that I could refute her words. That was the truth that man has altered the Bible to suit his view of things. Still, though, that didn't mean I was going to get into an argument about it. Not that I believe in God or whatever anyone calls that deity. "I might have been sheltered," she continued, "but I am not ignorant to the blaspheming man has and continues to do to the word of God. I can't judge them, for that is not our place; only God can judge those, even if they're misguided in their belief that their way is the right way."
"Uh-huh," I muttered. I grew a little unnerved by how fluidly Emily rose from her spot. It looked like she had been practicing that move; for all I know she practices all her moves. I wanted to take a step back, but she kept me from doing so when she reached out and took hold of my shirt with her left hand. I've had enough expenses levied against my bank account; I didn't need to add to its stress by buying new clothes.
"I understand, Jacob." My nerves were on edge as she lightly caressed my left cheek with her right hand. "You've had so much thrown at you. So much heartache. The years of being alone without us to lean on must have been hard on you. I'm not saying our grandmother didn't try her best to raise you. Yet she was dealing with her own grief. How do I know this?" She must have noted the questioning look in my eyes. It wasn't hard, given how we were barely a foot apart. "I read her journals. I don't always watch TV, you know?" I kept my curious look to myself when I heard that flirty tone of hers. Something I just couldn't wrap my head around. "In them, I learned how she struggled to keep up with you at her age. How keeping a watchful eye on you tired her out more than she would let on. Sometimes that didn't leave time to properly see to your needs when you were growing up. But we are here now, and we are here to stay." I did not like the finality of that statement. "I know you're used to being alone. Living alone, eating alone, taking care of this house alone. But those days are over; once I'm better, I'll properly show you what I mean." I instinctively looked down when she pressed her breasts into my chest. I could feel her hard nipples pressing into it. I so couldn't understand why she decided to forgo a bra. It would make things... well, not any crazier... ah hell, who the fuck am I kidding. This whole conversation was fucking out there! The way she was acting just took it to a whole new level. I did not like the smirk on her lips when my gaze lifted back to her face. "Now, come on, let's get your bed made, then we'll relax and enjoy the rest of the day." My eyes went wide in shock when Emily placed a peck on my lips. What the fuck?!
"Well, look at the two of you." Pauline's voice caught me off guard as the top sheet floated down onto my bed. "Since I didn't hear yelling or you two killing each other, I thought I'd come and check up on you two."
"We were just finishing up." My eyes glanced over to Emily as she had this smile on her lips.
"Ah, good, Jacob; your comforter should be done in an hour or two." I wondered why she was eyeing my bed like she longed to be on it. Which was weird in of itself if you ask me. It wasn't the first time I pondered what had transpired on that Friday night. Since this weirdness about them didn't happen until we left Delph's office. I really wish I could remember what the hell went on that evening. "Jacob, since Emily ate the rest of the leftovers we had for lunch, would you mind if we ordered a pizza for dinner?"
"I guess not, as long as you don't get anything weird on it," I said; I mean, who puts pineapple on pizza?! That's just an affront to that pizza goodness! I think they have to be from another world if they do. Then again, if what the scientist theorize is true, then we are all aliens. But I digress.
"I won't, Emily would you like to come with me to get it?" I hope she did. At least it would give me half an hour or so without them hovering over me. I still couldn't understand why they were doing it in the first place.
"Sure, Mom, maybe that will give Jacob time to see about a new phone for me." I arched an eyebrow at that blatant hint. Well, good thing I did that when I was at work when I wasn't too busy. Since my grandmother's phone was still tied to the account we had shared when she was alive, it wasn't hard to get it reactivated. Seeing how I was paying for it and her very, very limited contact list that, I assumed, would just be Pauline and me, I put her on the cheapest plan they had. If she wanted something higher, she would have to pay for it herself. I'm not made of money.
"Here," I muttered, holding the phone and its charger out to her once I had retrieved it from my briefcase. If the look on Emily's face was any indication, you would have thought I was holding out the crown jewels or the Spear of Longinus to her. "Don't go crazy with it; you only get a thousand minutes a month, but texts are unlimited," I said as she took my grandmother's old iPhone from me. I was not expecting Emily to throw her arms around my neck and plant a kiss on my lips because of it.
"Thank you so much. I promise I won't waste this gift you have given me," Emily said, clearly ignoring how perturbed I was at that moment.
"Come on, honey, let's go order our dinner," Pauline said with this smile on her lips that reminded me of years past before the hammer came down on my life.
******
I sighed loudly as I sank down onto my couch, unsure how to deal with Emily and her unwanted advances. I knew I had to put a stop to them. Otherwise, she would get the wrong impression, and I really didn't want to be the one that broke her heart. It's just that what she was doing was wrong. I knew it was only a kiss; still, a kiss could and has led to more. I groaned as I rested my head on the back of my couch. I knew I needed professional help dealing with Emily's misplaced attachment. I knew it had to be because of how her life was with Roy. I knew the sooner we dealt with it, the sooner Emily could get on with a normal life. I might be an ass sometimes, but come on, if what she had told me was true, I think she deserved to have a normal life more than anyone. I just hoped I could get her the help she needed without hurting her too much in the process. Leaning across the couch for the remote control for my TV. I looked oddly at my glass as I took a sip of my soda, wondering if they changed the formula of it, given its extra sweetness.
I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew, I was jolted awake by the sound of my front door closing. I don't know why I did, nor why I was horny at that moment. Not that I was sporting an erection, but it kind of reminded me of when I was ten and I was going through puberty, and a stiff wind would get me hard. I just couldn't understand why that was. It wasn't like I was hard up for sex, especially with what has happened over the past two days. Then I felt something odd coating the inside of my mouth, something I just couldn't place. I also couldn't understand why I have this strange sensation tingling throughout the core of my body and my limbs. You know that feeling you get when you sleep on your arm wrong or when you put your leg in this weird position, and it falls asleep. It kind of felt like that; I just couldn't understand why.
"Jacob..." I felt this fuzziness in my head when I turned to look at Pauline. I wondered why her eyes were glancing between me and my glass. The moment her hand touched my shoulder, I felt a rush of blood to my male organ. Which in and of itself was fucking weird! This should not be happening. I wasn't attracted to her in the slightest; that would just be so fucking wrong. Yet here I was, getting hard like I was some virgin. It was confusing the hell out of me! "Come before our pizza gets cold." I have no earthly idea why she had to make her voice sound so... alluring. Fuck! What the hell is wrong with me?! It felt like I was drunk as I got to my feet. My eyes would not heed my command as they ogled Pauline's breasts as they swayed beneath her dress as she bent over, picking up my glass from off the table I had set it on. In my fuzzy mind, I didn't register the look in her eyes or the smirk that was on her lips. My mind just couldn't seem to focus on nothing other than her womanly shape. It was maddening, I tell you! I looked over at her as she slipped her arm around my waist. Seeing that mischievousness in her eyes when her hand palmed my ass as we walked towards the kitchen. I have no idea why I wasn't pushing her away or berating her like I would normally do. I shot her a look when she guided my hand along her ass. I wondered why she wasn't wearing any panties. "Now, you just sit here and I'll fix you a new glass of soda." I was trying to suss out why her touch and her voice carried the hints of arousal. I didn't miss the look she and Emily shared between the two of them; I just couldn't understand why, at least not in my current state.
"Jacob, are you feeling okay?" Emily asked in this soft alluring voice. I was taken aback when the image of her naked ass in the air, her cheek pressed against my mattress, moaning loudly as I fucked her popped into my mind. I swear that was not normal for me. I never once thought about Emily like that. So why did it appear in my head? I rightly don't have a fucking clue.
"Okay, I guess," I answered; I so wasn't about to tell her the truth. My eyes followed Pauline's hand as she leaned over me, placing my drink on the table next to my plate. I glanced up, causing my head to move between her breasts. I arched an eyebrow when a little moan escaped her lips when I did that.
"Good." The light, alluring touch on my forearm brought my attention back to Emily. "I don't want anything to happen to you. Hopefully, you'll enjoy it." I looked at her oddly, waiting for her to elaborate on what she meant. Yet her answer was unforthcoming, and really, I didn't think I could understand it at the moment; not with how clouded my head was at the moment. I looked down when Pauline's hands ran down my chest; I had the distinct feeling of her breasts on the back of my neck. As much as I didn't want it, and how much I tried to will it down, my cock refused to deflate. It was not currently listening to me.
"Yes, as it states, we are here to see to your needs, Jacob. But that will have to wait until after dinner. For now, how about we dig into our meal?" Gooseflesh raced across my skin as Pauline's lips danced along the right side of my neck. That was when I noticed the name on the pizza box; why was it now that I was even seeing it? This whole thing isn't making any sense to me?! "You know, I thought this place had gone out of business. I'm so glad they didn't." The scents of my past flooded my mind as Pauline lifted the lid of the box, and I was assaulted by that unique smell that I honestly hadn't smelled since my childhood. My grandmother usually got frozen pizza, and we rarely, if ever, ordered out. Not that I'm blaming her, never that; I did eat a lot when I was growing up. But I think that's with all children, or I could be wrong.
"Oh, my, just look how this cheese just pulls away," Emily said in this gleeful tone as I glanced over at her. Looking down when their hands covered mine after Pauline set my plate down before me.
"I know you might not say grace anymore; that's okay, Jacob, we'll say it for you," Pauline said, flashing me this smile that I couldn't put my finger on. What could I say? I had my own shit I was trying to figure out at that moment than complimenting on the act of grace. I remained quiet as we ate, my eyes darting between the two of them as they spoke amongst themselves. I just couldn't stop my mind from seeing the alluring features on their faces and how they moved, no matter how much I tried not to. My eyes glanced to my whiskey bottle, wondering if I got myself drunk, if I'd slip into a drunken slumber and hopefully put this evening far behind me. I felt my face heating when I noted how Pauline's eyes stared at my crotch as she took my plate from me once I had enough to eat. I was getting creeped out by that smile on her lips as those brown eyes of hers just wouldn't leave the tent in my shorts. Trust me, I wasn't trying to be hard, far from it. Yet no matter what I did with everything I normally would use to get myself soft, short of masturbating at the table, nothing worked.
"Here, let me refill your glass," Emily said, leaning across the table. I felt my cock lurch in my shorts when the front of her dress loosened, allowing me to get a peek at her left nipple. That was not something that normally happens. Sure, I like breasts; what straight man doesn't? Yet my lower body was acting like it was in the early years of puberty, where just the sight of a nipple got me excited. I so couldn't figure out why that was. I just couldn't seem to get my brain out of this fog it was in. No matter how much I tried to clear my head, it seemed that fog was intent on keeping me in that state for as long as it could.
"Come on, let's you and I return to the living room." I looked at Pauline oddly when she took hold of my right hand and gently pulled me from my seat. I tried to figure out why I was going along with all of this. However, no matter what my mind said, my body simply refused to listen to the commands it was issuing. Although I did adjust myself so my hard-on wasn't too noticeable. That was the last thing I needed Emily to see; I couldn't stop Pauline since she's already got an eyeful. "Now, you just sit right there," Pauline cooed as she pushed me down onto the middle of my couch.
"Here you are, Jacob," Emily said, sitting down far, far too close for my liking.
I glanced down and then back up to Pauline's face as she placed her hand far too high on my upper right thigh as she took the seat beside me. "Drink up, Jacob; you wouldn't want your soda to get watered down, do you?" My muscle's tensed, my eyes instantly cut to her as I felt her finger brush against my hard appendage. "Just relax, Jacob; we aren't going to harm you."
"Then what are you..." My voice trailed off as I felt another hand on my lap, only to be met with Emily's warm smile.
"Just enjoy what we're willing to give you," Emily said in this calm tone as she snuggled up to me.
I found it odd they were tipping up the bottom of my glass, getting me to drink more, or why I just couldn't get my body to listen to me when my mind so wasn't about to listen to them. Yet no matter how much I tried, I just couldn't seem to muster the will to get up from that couch. And somehow, when I finished my drink, I wanted more. Fuck! This is so mind-boggling. Did they put something in my glass? No, it couldn't be since I was feeling like this when they came back. Maybe my mind would clear as the night went on, and I could put a stop to whatever was going on. At the moment, however, I was at their mercy; something I wasn't too fond of. There was no telling what weird shit they had planned, and the fact that I was still hard after all this time was not lost on me.
The only relief I had after the thirty minutes, other than the few minutes when either one left the room to where I don't know of this strangeness I have been subjected to, at time was when my phone chimed in my pocket when a text came in. As I was looking at my phone, Pauline snatched it from my hand just as I noted Delph's text she had sent me. I got the 'thanks for last night' before Pauline ripped it out of my hand.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked heatedly.
"Saving you from yourself, someone has to!" Pauline answered; I noted Emily nodding along with her. "Baby, if you need release, all you have to do is ask."
"Huh?" Clearly, I heard her wrong; no matter how messed up Pauline was, surely she wasn't hinting at what I thought she was. Arching an eyebrow when I heard her sigh.
"Seems I'm going to have to show you what I mean." I tried to pull my chin out of her grip when she took hold of it and turned it towards her. I was so in shock when she kissed me, and I don't mean a motherly kiss. I mean full-on tongue. My eyes went wide when I felt a hand, I didn't know if it was hers or Emily's when it took hold of my covered manhood. Why the fuck was I allowing this to happen? No matter how much I screamed at myself to run, to seek shelter, call the police, or whatnot, it seemed like my mind and body were not on speaking terms. That's the best way I can describe what the hell was happening to me. I sucked in a gasp when one of them slid a hand into my shorts. I was not expecting to find Emily just grinning like a fool at me, nor her hand firmly clamped around my cock.
"You like my hand, Jacob?" Emily asked, in this innocent voice, if what she was currently doing to me could be categorized as innocent. "I promise if you give me a chance, I'll get better for you; I never want you to be displeased with me." What the fuck is she talking about? It sounded like they were planning to continue this after my mind cleared up. That shit isn't happening. But no matter how much I wanted to scream out no, the words just wouldn't leave my lips. I felt the hard yank on my shorts, causing me to look down, noting how they were at my midthigh. "As it says, the woman will take the rod of man into her mouth to give comfort to the head of the house."
I groaned out a 'fuck' when her lips wrapped around my cock. Feeling her tongue swirling around the head of my rod before her velvety lips inched down my shaft. I pondered what they had given me since I couldn't move a muscle to throw her off of me. Sure, my body moved, just not in the way I wanted it to. Have I said how confusing this shit is? Well, it is! My eyes cut over to Pauline, trying not to give in to the sensations that were flooding my body. I might be drugged on whatever it is, but I was not going to give in; at least, that was my hope anyway. Who knows what this stuff is and what it did to the human body. Watching how her hips swayed as she unbuttoned her dress as the Rolling Stones "Wild Horses" began to play over my phone.
"I'm not going to lie, Jacob; I need this too." Pauline said. I would have said she wouldn't do this to her own son, yet here we are. My eyes followed her dress as it fell from her body and pooled around her ankles. My body shuddered as Emily's fingertips skimmed up the back of my cock once it left her mouth. Only to be taken command of by her lips once again.
"I know you're freaking out. It's okay; this is how it was always meant to be." Emily added. I looked at her like she's lost her mind. Then again, that might be true, given where I am and what's happening to me. "It falls to us to ensure that your soul is clean so that we all will find each other in Heaven."
"That's right, baby," Pauline cooed in this aroused tone as Emily inched away as Pauline filled my lap. I felt the heat of her pussy bathing my cock as her arms rested on my shoulders. "I know you're so confused right now. That's natural. The world out there wishes to hide the true teachings of his word from us so they can continue their perversions. Know this, son, no matter what, we will never leave you. We are here to see that you are steered towards His loving arms," she whispered before she kissed me once again. I was making all the noises of no, no, no as I could, yet her mouth muffled them as I felt her hand on the base of my cock. Then I felt the wet heat of her pussy as it engulfed my pole. What was wrong with these two?! "Oh, God, you feel so good, Jacob. Can't you feel how my pussy is just gripping you?" Pauline asked in this husky voice. "You don't need to answer. I know you do," she said with this grin on her lips that unnerved me to no end. I wished I had control of my body at that moment so I could throw the bitch off of me. Yet I was powerless to do a damn thing as she was riding me with gusto. My eyes glanced over to Emily, who picked up my left hand and moved it to her breasts. I'll admit they were rather nice but fuck she's supposedly my sister; why would she go along with this?!
"Don't they feel better than that woman's?" Emily asked; her disdain was very evident in her voice. My eye glanced to my hand, which she was rubbing along her breast, then to her face. "I understand you might feel trepidation with all of this, but I assure you that we only want the best for you. When I'm better, you'll get all of me." My eyes went wide, pleading with her not to do it as she moved my hand down her body. Yet she had this look, a look that shouldn't be on a sister's face, as she gasped and shuttered, rubbing my hand along her covered mound. "You're the only man that's ever going to feel it; I don't want anyone else to. This is yours now." Emily stated, holding my hand tightly against her sex as she rocked her hips on it. Then the unthinkable happened, something no brother should ever see his sister do; she came. Not just her but Pauline, too; I could feel her pussy squeezing the life out of my cock as she spasmed on top of me. I've never wanted to see her... well, either of them basking in the joy of their climaxes, and yet here we are.
"God, I need that," Pauline sighed. "But you have yet to paint my altar in your seed as the good book states." I really did not like the look on her face at the moment. "I'm so glad you haven't shot off yet; it just means I get some more of my son's fine cock." Okay, that was not something I ever thought I would ever hear her say. "Emily, help me get your brother to his room. While pleasing him on this couch is fine and all, I want to do this in the bed we will always line." No, fucking way that was happening! "Now, now, Jacob, don't give me that look. You didn't seem to have a problem with me fucking you this morning." I watched how her grin just grew as the look of recognition filled my eyes as I thought back to this morning. "If anyone's pussy is going to be coating your cock in your sleep, it's going to be mine!" I have absolutely no idea why she was getting upset for. "Just look how your cock looks in my pussy?!" Pauline stated, forcing me to watch this perversion. Then she turned my head as Emily sat on the armrest of my couch with her legs spread, showing off her eighteen-year-old virgin pussy. "Look at it, Jacob, see that hymen? That's yours to take," I watched as Pauline reached over and rubbed Emily's clit, "you want your brother to own this pussy don't you, baby?"
"Oh, yes, I've been dreaming of it. I can't wait for when my brother takes me," Emily said breathlessly.
"See, Jacob, there's no need for you to seek out other women when all you have to do is tell us, and we'll happily take care of any and all your needs. Now, let's get him to the bedroom so his seed finds its home on my altar where it belongs."
To be Continued.