A Family Destroyed Ch. 01
Simon burns every bridge to get back at his family.
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex.

part one - Revised

All characters are over 18+

Thanks to Killerarmyguy for the edits.

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Simon Winters smiled as he walked home. Knowing he had aced his finals for the semester. Now, as he smiled triumphantly, all he had to worry about was Christmas vacation and the last few months of high school. Life at that point was good for Simon. A nice girlfriend, good grades, and a family that loved him. How fate can be so cruel as Simon will soon find out. The bare trees swayed, announcing the coming storm. Salt crunched underfoot as he rounded the corner. Happily humming as he spotted his house in the distance. Arching his chocolate brown eyebrow when Simon saw his sister's car. Not that he didn't love her. Simon just wasn't fond of how she always greeted him. Although he was surprised to see her car, nonetheless.

Simon thought Amy wasn't supposed to arrive until next week. Then there was his mother's and father's car, which was odd to him. They weren't known to skip work, much less alone leave early either. Chewing on his lip, recounting how Melody had skip school as well. Something odd was happening, and Simon didn't know if he wanted the answers. Walking through the side yard to the back. Simon was thunderstruck by what he saw through the blinds. Six people were bare-ass naked in their living room: they were his father, sister, mother, his grandfather, uncle, and his girlfriend.

"Fuck your tight," his father grunted as Melody rode him, "I can't believe my son hasn't fucked you yet?"

"I don't fuck boys, only men with fat cocks," Melody said, as his father held her legs up while ramming his cock into her.

"I don't like how you speak about my son..." His mother began to say before his uncle reached forward, grabbing a handful of her hair. "Oh, fuck Robbie! Now pound your sister's cunt!" She screamed out when her brother hit her G-spot.

"Sorry, Mrs. Winters, but I doubt your son has anything on your husband," Melody said apologetically.

"True. Paul does have a fat cock," his mother said through moans. "Still, that doesn't require you to bad mouth my son."

"Relax, Pamela. I doubt this girl is going to break up with him over it," Paul said, hammering his cock in Melody's spent cunt.

"Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" Melody screamed out.

"You like sucking on my tits, don't you, grandpa?" Amy asked, as she rode their grandfather on the other couch. Whatever his grandfather said, he couldn't hear. Not that he wanted to.

Rage, disgust, and the utter betrayal flooded his mind. Simon felt on the verge of violently expelling the contents of his stomach. Which he did all over his mother's prized rose bushes. Stumbling out from behind his home, Simon wandered for hours around his hometown. Until he came upon a secluded gazebo. Icicles hung along the overhang of its snow-covered roof. Shivering from the cold as his nearly frozen feet stumbled along the icy boards. Wrapping his arms around his chest to keep in whatever warmth he could muster. Simon silently wept. For two years, they had been dating, for two years of having to put up with her attitude. Now he understood why every time he tried to take their relationship further, she would end his hopes of that dream.

"How long has she been fucking my father?!" Simon growled angrily. "How long has this shit been going on?! Have they been fucking since forever?!" he screamed out to the night. Yet no answer would be coming from that clear night sky. If anything, those twinkling stars seemed to infuriate Simon. "Fuck you!" Simon screamed at those ageless burning balls of gas. His rage-filled, heated shouting match with the cosmos was interrupted by the muffled sounds of his ring tone. Reaching into his coat, taking his phone from its inside pocket. Scowling down at it when he saw his mother's caller ID flashing on his screen. Swiping left to end the call; he had nothing to say to her. He needed to think. He needed time. Cursing loudly as his phone rang again, yet this time it was his father.

"Fuck you, asshat!" Simon spat before shoving his phone back into his pocket. Stroking his chin as he paced the gazebo. Trying to think of a way to harm them just as bad as they had done to him. "Fuck, what!" Simon yelled into the phone, not bothering to see who it was.

"Well, hello to you too, little brother," Amy said, as her voice came over the line. "It's nine o'clock, Mom's worried Simon. They tried calling you, but it seems their calls went straight to voice mail. You're not cheating on your girlfriend, now are you?"

"What I do and/or don't do is my business, not yours!" Simon growled hatefully.

"What's gotten into you?!" Amy said, in shock. She had never heard her brother speak so forcefully. "All I was asking was when are you coming home? So I can tell Mom."

"I don't know," Simon said, hanging upon his sister. How he wanted to toss his phone against a rock. Just so he could get the tiniest of satisfaction from it. Yet his more rational mind overruled that impulse. "God, fucking shit! What do you want?!"

"Don't you dare take that tone with me, young man!" Pamela's voice came over the line. "I want you home now!"

"Do you now?" Simon asked in a cold, monotone voice.

"Please come home, baby," Pamela said, taking a gentler, softer approach. "It's getting into the single digits. I don't want you out on those roads."

"Fine," Simon replied before cutting off their call. He had to admit the warmth of his room would aid him more than freezing out in that dark, dreary park. By the time he reached his home, Simon's body was nearly frozen. His feet felt like two solid blocks of ice. His hands shook violently as he slowly made his way down the hall. Only to be stopped by his mother's voice.

"So, are you going to tell me why you were out so late?" Pamela asked, crossing her arms along her chest. Her foot tapped rapidly on the carpeted floor.

"Nope," Simon said, taking a step back from his mother took a step forward.

"Simon, what's wrong? Have you been drinking? Are you on drugs?"

"No. Have you?" Simon retorted with his own question. Because that was the only way, he could understand what he witnessed this afternoon.

He was having a hard time not picturing his mother naked as she stood before him. They stared in silence at each other for a few minutes before his sister's door open.

"There you are!" Amy said joyfully. Throwing her arms around him. Simon squirmed to get out of her embrace; that brief contact left him feeling dirty.

"Let go of me," Simon said coldly.

"If you won't tell me. Then you can go to bed without supper," Pamela said sternly.

"Hmpf. Whatever," Simon said, marching off to his room, slamming his door behind him.

"What's gotten into him?" Amy asked, looking over at her mother.

"I wish I knew," Pamela sighed.

Simon tossed his book bag across his room. His nerves stabbed painfully at his extremities as his body thawed out. Undressing down to his underwear, grabbing the blanket that rested on the foot of his bed. Wrapping himself within that fuzzy blanket, sitting down on the heating vent to get his core temperature back to normal. With his head bowed, his blanket shrouding his head, making him appear as a homeless monk. So deep in thought on how to get back at his family. Simon didn't hear the knock on his door.

"Hey," Amy said sweetly. Simon looked up, noting her red booty shorts and her cut-off tank top showing off her mid-drift. Her brunette hair held high in her ponytail, its tail draping down the right side of her chest.

"What?" Simon asked, narrowing his eyes at his older sister.

"I thought you might like some hot chocolate," Amy said, holding the steaming cup in her hands.

"Don't want any," Simon said, wrapping himself deeper into his blanket. Returning to his contemplation, ignoring his sister as she stood in his doorway.

"Well... I'll just leave it here then, just in case you change your mind," Amy said, setting down the mug on his dresser. "I am happy to see you again, little brother," she said, trying to get him to speak with her.

"Uh-huh," Simon said offhandedly.

"Simon, what's happened to you?"

"Leave!" Simon growled. Anger filled his brown eyes as he looked upon his sister.

"Alright, I'm going," Amy said, closing his door. "What's happened to you?" she sighed; she remembered the happy brother that would always joke around with her. The carefree boy that saw her off when she started her first day of college. "Maybe it's just teenage boy hormones," Amy said to herself.

Tossing off his blanket when he got too hot. Stroking his chin as he paced his room. It wasn't only his family he needed to get back at. His soon-to-be ex-girlfriend should also face the same punishment. Yet, he simply couldn't do the same thing he would do to his family, whatever that may be. No. It had to be detrimental. It had to be sinister. It needed to leave a mark that could never be removed. Huffing in annoyance when his stomach rumbled.

"Fuck it! I'm eating," Simon said aloud. Throwing open his dresser drawers, taking out a pair of warm flannel pajamas. Tossing out the contents of the mug into his bathroom sink. He wanted nothing made by her hands. There was no telling where they have been. He had to keep his bile from rising as the pictures of their naked bodies flashed in his mind. Disgust left a sour taste in his mouth at their vile act of incest. Simon wondered if his grandmother and aunt knew what their spouses were doing.

Walking into the kitchen, Simon could hear the TV going off in the living room. Not that it mattered to him. He, for one, was never going to go into that room ever again. He doubted there was a seat in there that hadn't felt their naked skin on it.

"What ya doing, kiddo?" Paul asked, as he saw the kitchen light on.

"What does it look like I'm doing," Simon said sarcastically. As he pulled out the package of lunch meat and a few slices of cheese, the head of lettuce, and the container of sliced tomatoes.

"It appears that you're disobeying your mother's punishment," Paul said sternly.

"So it would appear," Simon said matter-of-factly.

"Son," Paul said, reaching out only to have his son shrug off his hand. He felt the coldness coming off his son like the ice storm that was hours away. "Simon..." That was when he saw it. That unbridled rage in his son's eyes, as Simon peered over his shoulder.

"I told you. No supper!" Pamela said sternly, as she entered the kitchen behind her husband.

"Hmpf!" Simon snorted, taking a bite of his sandwich in front of his mother, openly challenging her decree before walking out of the other doorway. Leaving his parents to clean up.

"Hey, can we..." Amy said only to watch; her brother walked by her without a word from the doorway to her room. Wincing as his door closed with a loud thud behind him.

Simon knew they were probably going to ground him. Yet he didn't care. What he saw hours ago. He was never going to listen to a word they say ever again.

"Paul, what's gotten into our son?" Pamela asked, worried about her youngest child.

"Hell, if I know," Paul said, closing the refrigerator door after he had returned the items where they belonged.

"Maybe he needs a man to talk with," Pamela cooed as her hands ran along her husband's hips.

"I don't think he'll want to hear what I have to say," Paul said, pressed his forehead hers.

"Well, come to bed. We'll figure this all out tomorrow," Pamela said softly, kissing her husband.

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As morning dawned, the Winters family was met with an icy world that the storm left behind. Simon's fingers moved rapidly over his keyboard. He needed to get this essay done before he could work on his plan. He had decided that when he graduates in five months. He wasn't going to rely on their money. No. He was never going to do that, which left him with two choices scholarships or the military. He shook his head at that idea. His parents would be involved in that. Again no. So only left the military, which to Simon seemed like a good thing. It would take him far, far away from this treacherous family.

"Honey?" Pamela's voice filtered into his room as she cracked open his door. "Oh, you're already up," she said, surprised. Normally, she would have to vigorously shake him awake. "Would you like some breakfast?"

"No," Simon said plainly, pointing at the empty bowl on his desk. Eyeing his mother's nearly translucent nightgown from the corner of his eye. "I think you need to put a robe on," Simon said, before returning his attention back to his task.

"Why?" Pamela asked, perplexed. She didn't see anything wrong with what she was wearing. "What are you doing anyway?" she asked, stepping further into his room.

Simon didn't bother to answer her. She was going to poke her nose his business regardless of if he told her or not. So he kept typing away about how then-President Reagan broke the USSR through economic measures.

"My... that's a difficult subject," Pamela said, reading the title of his paper recounting the waning years of the Cold War. Turning her head as his phone violently vibrated on his nightstand. Arching an eyebrow when she saw he had six missed calls and 47 unopened text messages from his girlfriend. "Baby, is there some reason you're not answering your girlfriend?"

"How about you don't nose around in my private affairs," Simon said, spinning his chair around. "And I won't ask about 'whomever' you sleep with," he said coldly, snatching his phone from her hand. Thrusting his desk drawer open, tossing his phone into it before roughly slamming it shut. Pamela was too stunned to speak. She had never heard her son speak so rudely. The slap resounded throughout their home on that cold morning.

"You do not speak to me in such a manner! I am your mother!"

"Oh, since when?" Simon asked, his tongue probing his left cheek. He and his chair nearly toppled over due to the force of her next slap.

"You're grounded for a month! Don't expect presents this year either!" Pamela shouted before marching towards the door. "Oh, and you aren't to leave this room for the rest of your winter break," she said, looking back at him furiously.

"Never expected anything from you," Simon said coldly. "Now get out."

"That boy is pissing me off!" Pamela seethed as she stomped into the kitchen.

"What did Simon do?!" Paul asked, in a tired sigh. It was way too early to deal with an angry wife.

"Want me to go and try to talk with him, Mom?" Amy asked, after Pamela recounted their encounter.

"If you can," Pamela said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I would really like to know what is going on with him. Maybe while we are at work, he'll open up to you."

"If not, I'll talk to him when I get home tonight," Paul said, grabbing his lunch and kissing his wife's cheek.

"Will you now?" Simon sneered from the other doorway.

"You were..." Pamela began to say until she caught that glint in his eyes.

"Like I would listen to you," Simon said, rolling his eyes.

"Boy! You do not speak to your mother like that!" Paul growled.

"Oh, and how exactly am I to speak to a whore?" Simon sidestepped his father's lunge. His right jab landed squarely on his father's glass jaw. Simon had been in plenty of fights in his youth. Not that his parents ever heard about it. Simon smiled cruelly down at his father; he struggled to shake off his daze as Paul groaned from the floor. "Just where a slimy bastard like you belongs," Simon sneered in disgust. Seeing the shock in his father's eyes when he said that.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Pamela screeched.

"Me? Nothing. I'm perfectly normal. How about you?" Simon asked, staring hatefully at his mother.

"No, you are not! No normal son would punch his own father," Pamela growled.

"Well," Simon said, narrowing his eyes at his mother. "That depends on if he is actually my father," he said ominously.

"What! Of course, he is. How can you say such things!" Pamela said, flabbergasted. Simon just smirked before turning on the heel of his foot. He ignored the fact that his hand throbbed like mad as he walked back to his room. "Paul! Paul!" Pamela said frantically while lightly slapping his cheek.

"Damn! Where did that boy learn how to punch?" Paul groaned, rubbing his sore jaw.

"From the bullies that constantly harassed him," Amy said, leaning against the counter unnerved by her brother's actions.

"Bullies?! What bullies?" Pamela asked.

"He never told you. I've cleaned him up enough to know he gave just as good as he got," Amy said matter-of-factly.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Pamela asked, getting to her feet. Placing a hand underneath her husband's arm, helping him to his feet. "Whoa there! I think I should drive you to work today." When Paul wobbled on his feet

"I think so too," Paul said, holding his head.

"I didn't tell you, Mom, because you would've gone all mother hen on him," Amy said, handing her father his lunch. "Now leave Simon to me. I'll give him a bit to cool down, then I'll try and see why he's like this."

"Alright. You call me the moment you do, okay?"

"Sure thing Mom," Amy nodded. She watched as her parents drove off ten minutes later. Tentatively, walking down the hall, stopping when she heard his shower. Slowly pushing open his door, biting her lip, she's always wanted to see her brother naked. She heard the squeaking of the water knobs as the shower cut off. Quickly opening his bathroom door, Amy was in awe of the sight in front of her. "Oh. My. God!" Amy stammered in amazement. From her own experience with her father, Simon was half an inch shorter than he was. Yet that wasn't what amazed her; no, it was his girth. Her brother had to be six inches around. Amy could already feel her pussy getting wet; at the thought of how it would stretch her to her limit.

"What the hell! Get out!" Simon shouted, quickly reaching for his towel to cover himself.

"Simon... I can take care of that for you," Amy said hungrily.

"Are you insane?! Get the fuck out of my bathroom!"

"But baby bro, surely you'd like to feel how good I am with that cock in my mouth," Amy said, taking a step forward only to be shoved out the door. "Simon, please! You know I'd never hurt you," she said, pressing her forehead against the door.

"Go away! I'm not into that shit!" Simon said, feeling his disgust rising at the thought of his sister sucking him off.

"Just think about Simon. I'm only here for another week. You never know what you're missing," Amy taunted before leaving him be.

"Hell will freeze before I ever do that," Simon spat. Quickly getting dressed, he wasn't about to stay in that house with his horny sister. He wasn't about to sink down into their debauchery. Then he heard the knock on the front door of his home.

"Hey, Amy." Simon heard the voice of his girlfriend greeting his sister. "Can I come in?"

"Sure," Amy said, gesturing for Melody to enter.

"Fuck!" Simon quietly cursed as he tied his shoes. He knew that if he saw her. He might accidentally let his plans slip. That wasn't something he could afford at the moment. Pushing his window up, silently slipping out into that cold morning, Simon eased his window back down. He wasn't about to be caught by them, at least not yet.

"He was just here?!" Simon heard his sister's confused voice. "Maybe he's in the kitchen or something." Once he heard their footsteps fading away, Simon bolted towards the town center.

"So why are you here?" Amy asked, lowering herself onto the sofa after they couldn't find her brother anywhere.

"Well..." Melody squirmed underneath Amy's gaze, "Simon hasn't been answering my calls or texts. I was hoping we could talk."
"What about?" Amy asked, leaning on her hand that rested on the armrest of the couch. She didn't overly like the girl in the way she treated her brother. Especially what she had said yesterday about him. "We both know you're only using him to fuck my father."

"I am not! I love Simon," Melody said, flustered.

"Really? Is that why you gave up that pussy to my dad instead of Simon?" Amy asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Well... I like them big," Melody said, looking away.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing you never did because you'll never experience what I just saw," Amy said, with a sinister smirk.

"And what's that?" Melody asked, annoyed with Amy's attitude towards her.

"One of the thickest cocks I've ever seen."

"You're kidding me, right no way Simon is that big! I would have noticed," Melody said skeptically.

"When would that be? When you were on your knees sucking my father's cock, or when my uncle was fucking that ass? From what I know, you always ran away when Simon tried to take things further with you. So why don't you save him the heartache of knowing his long-term girlfriend never gave a shit about him; and allow someone--namely me--to take care of my sweet brother," Amy said coldly.

"Do you really want me out there? Telling every dirty little secret I know about this family?" Melody asked with a wicked smile. "Surely, that high-class university wouldn't enjoy knowing how one of their students is involved in an incestuous relationship," Melody said menacingly, enjoying the hateful look on Amy's face. "Well, I guess I'll go since Simon isn't here," she said smugly. "Do tell my boyfriend," Melody said, drawing out the word just to irk Amy. "That I came by and to have him call me. He and I have something hard to catch up on," she said, sticking her nose in the air at Amy. "Oh, and the next time we see each other," Melody said, looking over at Amy. "Simon's cock will belong to me."

"So you think," Amy retorted, "You only see Simon when he wishes it. I, on the other hand, live here," she said, with her own smugness.

"Hmpf!" Melody huffed, sashaying quickly out of the house.

As the front door closed, Amy dived for the house phone. Her fingers flew over the keypad as she dialed her brother's cell phone number. Her legs kicked wildly in the air as she listened to the line ring. Then she heard from the other side of the house the muffle ring of his cell phone. Walking hurriedly down the hall, opening his desk drawer, her eyes falling of that flashing screen. Quickly ending the call, a dirty, wicked thought flashed across her mind. Snatching his phone from his drawer, Amy dashed into her room. Stripping off her clothes, quickly opening up her brother's camera app, posing nude in front of her full-length mirror. Taking a snapshot of her naked body, then bending over, ensuring her taut ass was centered in the mirror. Taking another picture of her pink swollen, puffy lips and another of her fingers spreading her moist labia. All so that Simon could see her beckoning womanhood. Tossing his phone onto her bed, throwing open her closet door, digging through the junk she had collected throughout her life. Looking for her old selfie stick, she had tossed in there before she left for college.

Setting the photos she had just taken as a moving wallpaper as a backdrop on his screen. Amy smiled, hoping it would entice that cock she saw earlier. If that didn't work, she knew what she was about to do definitely would. Turning on his camera again, setting it to record.

"Hello Simon," Amy said, sweetly into the camera. "I do hope you find this video, and I hope that you'll enjoy what you're about to see. This is only for you, baby bro. So please don't show this to anyone, okay?" she said, before running a dildo along her lips.

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The brass bell jiggled overhead as Simon entered the only spy shop in town. He already knew what he wanted. Simon browsed the store's website to be sure they had the spy cams he wanted. He knew he needed at least nine: two to cover the living room, one for his sister's and parent's room, two for their corresponding bathrooms, one for the kitchen, one in the den, and a spare just in case one of them broke. Also, he was going to need the battery upgrade. He didn't think running around his house every day constantly to charge them would end well. Simon just hoped the picture quality was as good as their website claimed it was. He knew it would take every penny he had, yet with what he was going to do with the footage. He knew he could make up whatever money he lost.

"Yes? Can I help you?" asked a middle-aged man as he stood behind the counter of that small shop.

"Yes, I need nine PalmVID DVRs and their upgrade batteries and heat sinks, along with the SD cards that go with them," Simon said matter-of-factly.

"You're not planning anything sinister with these cameras, are you?" the man asked, as he stacked the packaged cameras onto the counter.

"No. Of course not. My boss just sent me down here for these. I have no idea why though," Simon lied.

"Alright. That will be $479.38. Now, will that be cash or charge?" The man asked. Simon didn't say anything, only handing the man 480 dollars. "Here is your receipt; those cameras have a sixty-day warranty should one of them break. If you bring it back, I'll either fix it free of charge or give you a new one. Thanks again for shopping at Spyworks," the man said, smiling warmly at Simon.

"Thanks. I'll tell my boss that," Simon said, waving to the man before exiting the store.

Sneaking around the outside of his house to his unlocked window. Simon didn't want them to know what he's been up to. He failed to notice his mother's car was parked in their driveway as devious thoughts swirled in his mind. Walking through the front door of the house, he found it too quiet for his liking.

"Simon Dante Winters! Where in the hell have you been?!" Pamela yelled as the front door closed.

"Out," Simon said plainly.

"I'm sick and tired of this attitude of yours," Pamela said, marching up to him, her nose pressed against his. "You will tell me right now where you've been? When you know you are grounded. I came home for lunch only to find out you been gone since eight o'clock this morning," she seethed as she poked Simon in the chest.

"Fucking the Librarian in the back office." Simon staggered to his left from the force of his mother's slap. He felt the warm salty liquid coating his tongue from his cut lip. "What don't like the fact I fucked someone?" Simon chuckled menacingly only to feel the sting of another slap.

"Please! We all know that woman is a lesbian."

"Hmpf. Maybe for other guys, but she loves my dick," Simon said darkly, as he tested the cut with his tongue.

Amy stood in the doorway, neither moving to aid either one of them. She no idea why her brother was being so difficult. Yet she did hope he would come around. How she wanted to experience that rod of his. If only he would stop this act of his.

"Really. Now," Pamela growled low, "alright. Show me this cock that can turn a lesbian straight," she said, crossing her arms. "Well, hurry up. I don't have all damn day. Unless, of course, you were lying," Pamela said smugly.

"What kind of mother wants to see her own son's junk?" Simon asked, shaking his head.

"One that knows when her punk ass son is lying to her."

"You want to see it. Fine," Simon said coldly, "I'll show you," he said, unbuckling his belt pushing his pants and underwear down to the floor. "Is this what you wanted to see..." His mother bridged the gap between them before he could finish.

"Maybe," Pamela whispered as her fingers traced along the length of her son's hard cock. "You're being this rude little shit is because you need someone to take care of this," she said, keeping her surprise from showing as she wrapped her hand around his steel rod. Leaning forward, her cheek brushing along his, her nose nuzzling his hair. "If you like, baby. Mama is more than willing to let you fuck her with this cock. Maybe then you'll go back to the son I know."

"Hell no!" Simon said, pushing his mother away. "Punish me or kiss my white ass," he said, waddling off to his room.

"I told you that wasn't going to work, Mom."

"So you did," Pamela said, looking down at her hand. Storing the sensation of her son's cock to memory. "I mean, what man says no when a woman has a hand on his dick?!" she asked, amazed that her son just walked away from her.

"I do!" Simon shouted from his room to muffle the sound of the plastic bag. Hiding it in the back of his closet until he could set up the cameras. Quickly and silently closing his closet door as he heard the sound of his mother approaching. Barely, making to his bed before his mother showed herself. Stepping out of her heels beside his door. It wouldn't do her any good if her shoes got caught on his bedspread. Gesturing for her daughter to wait out of sight in case Simon didn't take her bait.

"You and I need to have a little talk, young man," Pamela said, slowly, deliberately taking off her suit jacket to accentuate her breasts. She was going to feel her son's cock deep inside of her one way or another.

"Uh-huh," Simon said, flipping a page of the book he was reading. Hoping his mother took the diversion.

"You will look at me when I'm talking to you," Pamela said sternly, plucking his book from his hands. "I didn't take you for a War and Peace type of person," she said, reading the spine of the book.

"I guess you don't know your son very well then," Simon said, slightly annoyed that she hadn't left yet.

"Honey," Pamela cooed, placing her knee on his bed. "Why must we fight? I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but you know I'm always going to be here to help you," she said sensuously, running her hand up and down his leg.

"What are you doing?" Simon asked, skeptical of his mother's motives.

"Why must I be up to something to speak with my son?" Pamela asked, feigning hurt. "I just wish to have a conversation with my sweet boy," she said lustfully.

"That doesn't require you to crawl along my bed," Simon said, trying to distance himself from his mother. Yet his mother swung her leg over his lap, pinning him in place. His eyes caught sight of the tops of her black silk, thigh-high stockings.

"Oh but, it does, Simon," Pamela purred hungrily. Her hands ran up his chest. Her uncovered mound set ever so perfectly on his soft cock as she leaned forward. "Baby," her tongue gently teased the tip of his nose, "tell mama what's wrong? Is it because no one allowed you to get this wet?" she asked. Her right hand ran down his chest before slipping into her son's pants. Her eyes lit up evilly as she grasped his soft phallus.

"What the..."

"Shhh!" Pamela hissed as she placed her finger over his lips. "No more talking from you; you will lay there and enjoy your mother's hand on your cock," she said, slowly beginning to stroke her son's tool.

"No!" Simon said heatedly.

"Yes, Simon!" Pamela growled, pinning his arms above his head. Unsnapping the button on his jeans, roughly pulling down his underwear, exposing his manhood. Feeling her son's body tense up as she continued her slow teasing of his phallus. "Yes, baby, just give in," she whispered as she nuzzled his neck, "can you feel that, sweetheart?" Pamela asked, running her naked mound along his hard shaft. "I bet you never felt a pussy on your cock before. How about we just put in, shall we?"

"No! No! No!" Simon said, tossing his mother off of him. Scurrying off the bed, tucking away his junk before she could assault him again.

"Well," Pamela huffed, slightly surprised that her son was playing so hard to get. "Amy!" she called out. She didn't want to do this, yet Simon left her little choice.

"Yeah," Amy called back, knowing that was her cue.

"Nail his windows shut!" Pamela ordered as she straightened out her clothes.

"You can't do that!" Simon shouted.

"You seem to think this is your house, little boy. This is my fucking house, and I'll do whatever the fuck I want with it!" Pamela growled. A little perturbed that her son had rebuffed her advances, yet that only made her want Simon more. "Well, that will keep you from escaping from now on. Oh, and Simon, when I get home tonight. I hope you'll have thought long and hard about what happened here because if you want those nails removed, you'll fuck your mother. If not, then get used to being stuck in this room until you do," Pamela said, wickedly as the door closed.

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One week later...

Christmas day. Simon logged onto the site he now handled through a proxy server, so his parents wouldn't be able to track his movements. So far, his site has ten videos up and running on the dark web. Some were of his father and sister in the middle of the night, or his mother and sister. However, the bulk of his videos were the same group of people he saw on that earth-shattering day. Simon blurred out his sister's and mother's faces. Melody's face he left unaltered. He was cruel, but he wasn't a monster. He didn't want some pervert harassing his sister. Although that didn't stop him from making money off of their sin. Charging anywhere from five dollars for ten minutes of the videos or twenty for full access to its entirety. He made sure the videos could never be downloaded from the site, other than by him, that is. Simon wanted to keep complete control over that damaging evidence. Which he was pretty pleased with himself. So far, the site had netted him a little over two grand. He had no idea there were so many people into incest. Yet, he wasn't about to condemn his paying customers. Quickly logging off when he heard footsteps approaching his door.

"Simon?" Amy whispered, opening his door.

"What?" Simon asked, making it appear he was just casually surfing the net.

"Remember what we talked about?" Amy asked. He knew what she meant. It was that damn video she had hidden on his phone and with the wallpaper that was now permanently his backdrop due to an unfortunate accident. Try as he might, Simon couldn't fix the error in the software. So he was stuck with the image of his naked sister until he could get a new one. However, since he had constantly rebuffed his mother. His adventures in the outside world were limited.

"If you're talking about your video. I erased it," Simon lied. It was one of his highest earners with a slight modification, of course.

"But why?!" Amy asked, slipping into his room. Shutting the door so their parents wouldn't overhear their conversation.

"Why wouldn't I?" Simon asked, perplexed.

"But I made it just for you," Amy said, hurt that he would so recklessly toss away the gift she made him. "Did you at least watch it?"

"Yes," Simon said, he had to, to ensure her face remained blurred throughout the video.

"Did you like it?" Amy asked quizzically. She wanted to be the one that her brother came to. To be the one that would be the first to experience his cock.

"Umm..." Simon pressed his back against his chair. The hinge squeaked irritably as his sister thrust her face into his.

"Simon. Did. You. Like. It?" Amy asked, not taking no for an answer. Her hands gripped the armrests, not giving her brother a means of escape.

"Umm... yes," Simon lied so she would leave him be.

"Truly?" Amy asked, unsure of his answer.

"Yes," Simon said, quickly glancing down, noticing how his sister wasn't wearing a bra.

"Did you jack..." Amy's voiced stilled as the doorbell rang.

"Mom!" their mother's voice rang out joyfully as she answered the door.

"We'll talk about this later," Amy said, leaning in close. "I'm glad you watched it. I hope that maybe," she said, reaching down her hand, cupping his groin. "Soon, you'll let me experience this." Showing off her ass as she left to greet her grandparents. She knew her grandmother knew nothing about what they did. Amy knew that would destroy her. Her aunt was in the same boat. Yet to Amy, her aunt was too much of a stuck-up prude. If she would satisfy her husband, then he wouldn't be fucking them. Amy prayed her sweet grandmother would never find out.

"Amy! Sweetheart, how's college?" her grandmother asked, as Amy entered the kitchen.

"Good. How are you doing, grandma?" Amy asked, hugging her tightly, noticing the look her grandfather gave her.

"Good. Good. Now, where is that brother of yours?" she asked, peering around her granddaughter.

"In his room where he will stay," Pamela said sternly.

"But why?! It's Christmas!"

"He's been rather rude and difficult over the past week, Judy," Paul said, handing Philip a beer. "So we thought it best to revoke his Christmas to teach him a lesson."

"Is that so? It seems not to be working very well," Simon said, startling them all. "Hello grandma," he said, hugging her warmly. Ignoring his grandfather, Simon didn't see a need to greet the man.

"Simon!" Pamela growled.

"Don't get your panties in a twist. I only came for a drink," Simon said arrogantly. Smirking to his parents as the kitchen went dead silent as he popped open his can of soda before leaving the room. He could feel his mother's gaze burning into his back as he did. Simon glanced out the corner of his eye as he was about to enter his room. The angry look on his mother's face was priceless.

"Can you not be a little shit today?" Pamela asked, keeping her temper in check. "Could you at least seem polite when your grandparents are in the room?"

"I did," Simon said, placing his soda on his nightstand before plopping down on his bed. "I didn't call you a whore, now did I?" He kept his nervousness hidden as his mother closed his door.

"You will stop calling your mother that!" Pamela growled.

"Oh, will I now?"

"Yes, god damn it! You should show me some respect!" Simon just chuckled at that. His respect for her ended over a week ago. When he heard her beg, for his uncle to pound her cunt.

"Really? After you rubbed your cunt all over my cock?" Simon asked, arching an eyebrow. "Here," he said, reaching through the slit of his pajamas and underwear, fishing out his cock. "Go on. Suck it!" Simon said, taunting his mother as he shook his appendage at her.

"Your disgusting!" Pamela sneered, yet she couldn't take her eyes off of her son's hardening cock.

"I guess you don't want it," Simon said, shrugging, placing his member back into his pajamas. "Before you start calling me disgusting, maybe you should keep your voice down when Amy's fucking you," he said matter-of-factly. Switching on his TV, telling his mother their conversation was over.

"When your grandparents, aunt, and uncle leaves, you and I will finish this," Pamela growled low, her eyes falling on that hard bulge.

"Is that before or after you suck my dick?" Simon laughed maniacally as his mother huffed, slamming his door shut.

"Here," Amy said, placing his Christmas lunch on his computer desk. Unhappy that he told their mother to suck his cock instead of her. "Grandma made it for you," she said, placing his glass beside the plate. Little did either of them know there was something extra within the gravy that smothered his mash potatoes.

Darkness crept along the floorboards of Simon's room as that cold winter night descends upon the Winters family home. Simon snored loudly due to the drug that was added to his food. His door slowly inched opened. She didn't want anyone to interrupt her. She was determined to make her son eat his words. Locking the door behind her. Her family was dozing off their meal in the living room. She knew if it worked on them, then it had worked on her son. Pamela knew he wasn't sincere earlier. Given how he had rebuffed her constant advances.

"Well, baby, it looks like you're not going to be a virgin for much longer rather you know it or not," Pamela said evilly. Her fingers made quick work of the buttons of her shirt and the zipper of her pants. Her light pink underwear was darkened by the waning light that filtered into her son's room. She had been thinking of this while she waited for the drug to affect her other family members. Her arousal filled the air as her panties pulled away from her moist lips. Her eyes glanced over at his phone. An evil light played across her eyes as her panties fell from her grasp. Arching an eyebrow when she saw her naked daughter on the screen. A devious smirk graced her lips. Her bra fell to the floor in a soft kiss. Sliding his plate to the side. Spreading her legs wide as she sat on his desk. Taking multiple photos of her naked body. Then of her sucking her juices from her finger. Sliding off the desk, placing his phone on the left side of Simon's hip. Pamela slowly, painstakingly, pulled down his pajama pants.
Hungrily, licking her lips as she stared down at her son's soft cock. Kneeling down at the side of his bed, Pamela couldn't wait to have that cock in her mouth. Her hand slid along the bedspread as she reached for his phone. Her finger swiping across the screen to find his camera app, then opening it up. While her other hand took hold of his soft member.

"So you think your mother is a whore, huh?" Pamela asked, looking into the camera as the recording light blinked. "Well then, you won't have any qualms about this 'whore' sucking on this dick of yours?" she asked, while slowly stroking his cock. Making sure her face was centered on the screen as her lips wrapped around Simon's rod. Rocking her head as her tongue teasing the crown of his stiffening cock. Smiling coyly into the camera as his cock left her lips. "Would you look at that?" Pamela cooed as showing off Simon's glistening tool to the camera. "Now I think it's time for this cock of yours to fuck your mother, don't you think so?" Climbing onto the bed, making sure if her son did awaken. He would be greeted by her smiling, triumphant face. Although given that she gave Simon a larger dose, that was unlikely. "Now to the main course." Pamela's voice could be heard on screen as she centered the camera on the tip of Simon's cock as it entered her canal.

"Oh baby," Pamela moaned as she slowly sank down on his rod, "God! You're so big!" Her muscles trembled as her folds squeezed his manhood. "Mama likes! So big. So thick!" she purred heavenly. "Fuck!" Pamela muffled her groaned. She had no wish for anyone to overhear her, even if the possibility was slight. "God, baby, you're stretching your mother to her limit," she said, the camera becoming shaky as her hips rapidly rose and fell. "I'm going to..." Pamela squealed as her hot cream flooded her canal, coating Simon's cock. "Well, baby, you aren't a virgin anymore. How does it feel knowing you just made your mother cum? Shall we try for another?" she said sinfully. Hitting the pause button, tossing his phone to the side. Pamela wanted her full attention on the cock currently nestled in her cunt. Her hands ran up his chest as her hips slammed down onto that orgasmic tool of his.

"Yes, Simon, fuck your mother!" Pamela moaned as her second orgasm was nigh. "You like having this pussy wrapped around your cock don't you?" she asked, looking down at her unconscious son. "I know you do. It's okay. Mama will always let you fuck her with this cock of yours," Pamela said, breathing heavily as she came down from her orgasm. Reaching his phone again, then reaching around behind her spreading his legs apart. Listening to how her son's cock left her cunt in a slick pop and a wet slap against his stomach as she looked between her legs. Setting up the phone so she didn't need to hold it while she savored her son's cock.

"Now," Pamela said. Her tongue ran over her upper lip as she posed his cock back at her entrance. "I think it's time we put this back where it belongs." Her dripping lips parted easily as that stout rod slid through her folds. "Mmm... this 'whore' is never going to get tired of this cock," Pamela said, leaning forward, allowing the light to shine upon his wet, cream-smeared, hard cock as her cunt slid down that pole. "Now I think it's time you that you soil my pussy with that cum," she said, saying nothing more as she sought to have that hot seed of his filling her mound.

"What's this!" Pamela sinfully smirked as she felt his hot cum filling her womb. "Did you just cum inside of your mother? Yes, you did!" she teased. Sliding off of her son's cock, wiping her juices from the screen as she lined up the camera with her slit. "Look, baby? Look at all that cum oozing out of your mother's cunt," Pamela said, zooming on that white ooze as it leaked out of her cunt.

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Simon woke around six a.m. He didn't know how or why he slept for so long. The last thing he'd remembered was eating his Christmas lunch. Then he noticed an odd stale odor lingering in his room. Sitting up, his phone sliding down his chest. Simon saw two things: the yellow sticky note attached to the screen and the fact his pajama pants were around his ankles. 'Play me!' was written upon the sticky note.

"No!" Simon seethed as his mother came on screen with his cock in her mouth. "No! No! No!" he yelled as she inserted his cock into her cunt.

"Something wrong, Simon?" Pamela asked, leaning against the doorframe in her robe. She hoped that once he saw the video. That he would hopefully be up to actually fucking her while he was awake.

"You! Raped me! Your own God damn son!" Simon said, surging off of his bed.

"Rape never! I never heard you say no, did I?" Pamela asked, feigning innocence. "Plus, if you're going to yell at me, I think you need to cover up," she said, smirking, pointing to his pajamas that were still around his ankles. "Baby," she said, stepping into his room. She tried to reach for his cock, yet Simon batted away her hand.

"Get out of my room!"

Pamela had enough! She knew his cock enjoyed being inside of her. Why couldn't her son see that? Was she so repulsive? Was her wanting to please him so wrong? Her hand darted out; her fingers were like a steel vice as she held his chin.

"You are going to fuck me! Oh, yes, you are!" Pamela growled; her free hand grasped his soft rod. "You will fuck your mother willingly, or so help me, I will make your life a living hell," she said darkly.

"Fuck. You. Whore!" Simon was slammed into his dresser from the punch to his jaw.

"You think you can rebuff my advances without consequence?! You think you can walk around here with that fat cock and not give it to me!" Pamela yelled angrily, "I got some news for you, boy," she sneered. "Your girlfriend never fucking loved you!" Pamela said, pulling out all the stops regardless of how it would harm her son. "Prancing around here giving out that pussy to your father! When I, your loving mother, would never string you along like she has, baby, I love you with all my heart. However, as of now, I can't stand to look at you. So go. Get out of this house, go spend your last week of freedom at your grandparent's house," Pamela said, then she saw it. The genuine hurt in her son's warm brown eyes.

"Just... get out," Simon sighed.

Pamela leaned against the wall, silently crying as to why he didn't want her. And for allowing her anger to get the better of her. She heard the crashing of his dresser as Simon tore up his room in his fury.

"Mom?" Amy said softly. She had heard everything. She had no idea her mother would go that far. It even left a bad taste in her mouth. "Why? Why would you do that to Simon?" she asked, leading Pamela away from her brother's room.

"I don't know. I just wanted him so badly," Pamela said, sinking down onto the couch. As her anger cooled, she knew she had harmed her son in more ways than one. "I just wanted Simon to experience a real woman that loves him, and not that girl that parades her ass around here."

"But did you have to..." Their bodies stilled as Simon's door slammed closed. A large duffel bag hung off of his shoulder. His feet stomped on the floor as he never once glanced at his family. He was done with them. Simon only had to survive the last few months, then they would never see him again. "Simon! Wait. I'll take you!" Amy said, quickly jumping from her seat. Only to hear his huff and disgust before disappearing into that snow-covered morning.

"What have I done!" Pamela wept loudly into her hands.

"What's going on?!" Paul asked, groggy, as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

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Five months later...

Simon's pen tapped rapidly on his desk as his mouse cursor hovered over the button to close down his site. Chewing on his lip, knowing how much the videos had netted him. Shaking his head, he had earned enough. The need for the site was over. Within a few hours, he would be gone from that town. With graduation over, Simon set his sights on destroying Melody. He already had the people lined up. All he needed to do was get her there. With his father sound asleep in the living room, it wasn't hard for him to steal it. Narrowing his eyes at the numerous text messages, they shared with one another. Knowing how his father was fucking her behind his mother's back. Not that he cared any longer. His once warm home was now nothing more than a cold dark hole he was eager to escape.

"Soon," Simon said to himself. Typing out a text message to Melody using his father's mannerisms. Telling her he needed her right now, that he needed to fuck her tight little pussy. Simon was smirking evilly as Melody replied instantly. Telling her to meet him at the Moonlight Motel. A few miles east of his home within an hour and to knock twice on the door to room 204. Picking his phone up, regardless of if they fuck her or not, he didn't care. All he cared about was vengeance. Sneaking his father's phone back before slipped out of his home. The engine of his rusted car roared as he sped towards the motel.

As the hour neared, Simon heard the two quick knocks. Putting his finger to his lips to keep the men he had hired to remain silent as they stood behind the wall of the small room that separated the bathroom from the main room. Staying behind the door as it inched open.

"Paul?! Why is it so dark in here? Are you being kinky again?" Melody asked, jumping as Simon slammed the door hard and switched on the overhead light. "Simon!" she squeaked in surprise.

"Were you expecting my father?" Simon asked hatefully. "God, you don't know how hard this was not to come out and call you a two-timing whore that you are," he sneered in disgust.

"Please, Simon! We can talk about this!"

"Don't fucking touch me! There is no telling what you have caught," Simon said, throwing his arms up as Melody reached for him. "Gentlemen!" he called out to the men he had hired.

"Simon?! What's going on?" Melody asked, fearful of the four brawny men as they filed in. Simon smiled wickedly, seeing the fear in her eyes.

"Oh, this?" Simon uttered, waving to the four men. He wasn't one to contrive rape, yet Melody didn't need to know they were all gay. He just needed them to play the part. What happened after he's gone? Simon didn't care. "Since you don't fuck boys, only men with fat cocks," Simon said, echoing her words from that revealing day. "They're here to keep you company," he said, opening the door. "Oh, and Melody, we are so done!" Simon laughed maniacally at her stun frightened look.

"Mom! Dad! Simon!" Amy called out as she arrived home from college.

"Your brother hasn't been home all day, and your father had to rush off somewhere," Pamela said, walking out of her bedroom. Hugging her daughter warmly, watching the door handle turn as she peered over Amy's shoulder. "Paul? Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, apparently Simon lured Melody to a shady motel room and left her with four grown men. When I got there, they were trying to calm her down through the door. It seems Simon has known about us for a very long time," Paul sighed.

"Us? Explain the US?" Pamela asked, narrowing her eyes at her husband.

"Us," Paul said, pointing to them.

"Since when?" Pamela asked, arching an eyebrow.

"A week before Christmas," Paul said matter-of-factly.

"Oh my!" Amy said, her hand shot to her mouth. Now she knew why he was bending a rude little shit to them. Undoubtedly, Simon had seen his own father fucking his girlfriend. They jumped as an alarm went off from Simon's room. Filing into his bedroom, noting how his drawers had been thrown open, their contents empty of the clothes that lined those wooden drawers, and the lone laptop on his desk with a sticky note that read 'Play me.' Tentatively, Amy pressed the spacebar waking up the laptop, clicking on the play button.

"Hello, my treacherous incestuous family. If you're watching this, it means I'm gone. Nothing you can do will ever find me. You should have known I would have found out about your debauchery sooner or later. You should know you are the cause of what's coming. What? You ask? Amy, our grandmother, was heartbroken when I showed her what you did to her husband and your mother." Simon sneered, "Oh, how she screamed as she watched her two children fucking themselves. Oh, how Aunt Caroline howled, knowing her husband had never been faithful to her. I wonder if you all feel any remorse at the thought that YOU are the cause of all this heartache? And you, asshat was it not enough you been fucking mother and your daughter that you had to have my girlfriend! Does mother know you been fucking her behind her back, hmm?"

"I fucking knew it!" Pamela yelled, her fist pummeling her husband's face.

"Oh, the things I saw on his phone! Wouldn't you like to see them, mother?" Simon sneered again.

"Yes, god damn it!" Pamela yelled at the screen.

"Pamela..." Paul said, reaching for his wife. "The boy doesn't know what's he's talking about." His heart throbbed in his throat as Pamela's phone chirped.

"Get your ass out of my house right now. Before God help me, I murder your cheating ass!" Pamela growled demonically as she took in her fill of all of his text messages to and from Melody.

"Oh, before I leave, I have one last thing to tell you. I want you all to know you have become an Internet sensation. You have no idea how many people watched the videos I made of you all," Simon laughed maniacally.

The warm summer breeze flowed through Simon's hair as he looked back towards his once warm home. The bus doors squeaked as they opened, waiting for those raw recruits to step aboard. Smirking to himself, knowing by now they had found his video. Wondering what kind of fallout was approaching them. As the bus disappeared over the horizon heading towards the airport. Simon Dante Winters was never again seen in that town for six long years.

To Be Continued...
A Family Destroyed Ch. 02
6 years have passed.
Okay, you asked for it here it is. I do hope it's what you were hoping for.

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6 years after Simon sundered his family...

"Mr. Winters?" a strange female voice came over the line.

"Yes, this is he, who may I ask is calling," Simon said politely, as he sat at his kitchen table enjoying his large breakfast on his day off. His chocolate brown hair cut high and tight foretelling his time in the military. His eyes glanced over to his framed metals his grandmother had gotten made for him while he recuperated. Pride swelled in his chest as he looked upon the silver star he had earned along with the purple heart. Along with the few other medals he had earned. His hand reached underneath the table as the pain throbbed in his left leg. They were able to save his leg, yet sometimes he thought it would have been better that they didn't. With sixty percent of his muscle mass in his calf had to be removed due to the remote nature of the operation; and the tourniquet that kept him from bleeding out. He was willing to pay the price knowing he had saved his team member. However, the doctors didn't tell him of the constant pain he be in due to the lost. Still he was able to hold off the attackers while he and his buddy waited for backup. Simon knew if they got their hands on her, nothing they did to him would compare what they would have done to her. That brave act ended his career in the infantry.

"My name is Mrs. Lawless, and I was retained by your grandmother. I'm sorry to inform you, as per her will upon her death, that she wanted you to be informed of her passing." Simon's fork fell from fingers clinging on his plate. He tried to see her as much as he could. He knew her health had turned in the past few months. Yet he hoped she could shake it. "Mr. Winters also per her will I'm to inform you of her final wishes. As to the matter of her estate she has left it all to you. I know this is a difficult time for you, however, in order to ensure her wishes are respected in a timely fashion. I'd would like to see you in my office say in three days time at nine o'clock, would that be acceptable to you Mr. Winters?"

"Yes," Simon said trying to keep his voice steady.

"I'll see you on Thursday morning, again my condolences for your lost." Samuel's phone fell from his grasp. Sliding his plate away his appetite gone. His lip trembled, hot tears reamed his eyes. His grandmother's beautiful smile flashing before him when he first woke up in the hospital. Her encouraging words as she stayed with him during his physical therapy. Some very tough love when he felt like giving up. Reaching for his cane, wiping away his tears, standing in front of the frame his grandmother presented to him when he finish his rehabilitation. Taking it off the wall, walking slowly to his bedroom, he knew he could do one last thing for his grandmother. Something she had always asked him to do, yet he never would given memories associated with it. Gently placing the frame on his bed. Wincing as he put his full weight on his left leg. Opening his closet door, pushing aside his clothes, his brown eyes falling on the blue carrying bag that held his dress uniforms. It might not be the proper thing to do. However, he knew it would please his grandmother, if it irked some veterans he'll deal with it.

Laying the bag long ways on his bed. Turning back to his closest, standing on his toes ignoring the pain as he reached for the hat box that contained his service cap. Bowing off the dust, his hand swapping across the lid. Using his cane to drag his duffle bag out from the closet. Simon had some packing to do, and his boss to inform of his absence. Closing the lid of his trunk, placing his labtop bag on the front seat of his car. Technically, he didn't have to actually work at the office. Being a cyber security technician he could easily work over the web. Which he did quite a bit when his leg hurt to much to hurdle the steps of his apartment complex. Opening the rear passenger side door, unzipping the bag as it hung on the hook. Sniffing the fabric to see if it hadn't grown musty in the years' of its hibernation. Scowling when he closed the bag. Well, he knew of a dry cleaning place in his old home town, if it was still there.

Opening his pain medication bottle, swallowing two pills to endure the eight hour long drive. Sighing when the last four pills rattled in the bottle. Pulling out his phone, calling his VA doctor to see if they could make him an appointment with one of the Choice program doctors in his hometown to get a refill. Simon wasn't about to drive an extra two hours to the VA just for a refill. Pulling out a pen and paper while he sat in his car waiting for his doctor to get back to him. After twenty minutes of tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Nodding as he wrote down the name, time, and address to the doctors office. Oddly, Simon knew actually where the place was. It used to be his families doctor when he actually had one before they betrayed him. Samuel wondered if old Doc Howard still ran the place, as he started his car.

Pulling into the parking lot of the local motel six. Looking at the clock as he shut off the engine. He hoped he could get a room at 10:30 at night. Reaching over for his cane, as his car door swung open. He always got looks whenever he went out. They don't expect to see a vibrant twenty-four-year-old man walking with a cane. Not that he could blame them. He wasn't expecting to be walking with the aid of a cane either. The lobby of the motel was like any other multi-chain business. In that dull drab beige color kind of welcoming. Simon asked if there were any ground floor rooms available. The receptionist nodded their was, handing her his card paying for the room for the week. He didn't know if he be staying longer or not. He'll have to decide that after he meets with his grandmother's lawyer.

Simon limped into the law of office of Patterson and Patterson at 8:50 on Thursday morning. His dry cleaning should be done by the time he left his grandmother's lawyer office. Then he needed to visit the doctor for his refill. Walking over to the chairs as the secretary called Mrs. Lawless of his arrival. His hands rested on top of his cane. Recounting the years' of joy and the heartache they shared. Simon didn't hear the door opening from the down the hall, nor did he hear the woman approaching him.

"Mr. Winters?" asked a strawberry blonde, freckled, teardrop face woman asked eyeing the dark stained walnut cane. Her wire frame glasses sat high on her nose. Her dark suit jacket was held taut by the single top button. Her cream silk blouse highlighted her alabaster skin as it showed half an inch of the cleavage of her breasts. Her corresponding skirt clung tightly to her hips, her heels accentuated her attire, while lifting her pear shaped ass. Simon's eyes ran up her pale white pantyhose, wondering if they were true pantyhose or stockings? Ignoring the pain as he used his right hand to push him out of his seat.

"Yes," Simon said, keeping the pain that was radiating up his leg from his face.

"Thank you four coming," Mrs. Lawless said extending her hand. As she shook his hand she noticed two things: one it was firm and strong, the second one was she could feel the slight trembling. "Why don't we go to my office," she said, gesturing for Simon to follow. "Can I get you anything?" she asked noticing how he rubbed his left leg as if it pained him terribly, as he sat in the chair before her desk.

"You wouldn't have any aspirin would you?"

"Certainly," she said, pulling open her desk drawer, reaching into mini frig for a small bottle of water. "Here I hope this helps."

"Thank you."

"No problem. Now," Mrs. Lawless said lowering herself into her chair, "Your grandmother made a video will for you. Would you like to watch it?"

"Yes," Simon nodded somberly. Mrs. Lawless clicked the power button of the remote as she aimed it over her shoulder.

"Okay, grandma, that should do it. You sure you don't want me to stay?" Amy's voice could be heard from behind the camera.

"I'm quite sure," Judy said with a curt nod. Simon watched the shadow walking away as it moved across the couch. Her oxygen tanks sat off to the side, its clear plastic hose ran along the couch before running up her chest. Hooking behind her ears, and clipped to her seprum of her nose. "Hello my sweet boy, if you're watching this it means I'm dead. Don't be sad sweetheart. I had a good life. I don't regret... well I do regret what happened six years ago. But I don't regret you showing me the truth about Philip. Though I was saddened that he would toss away years' of marriage like that," Judy sighed, "Yet I've had time to think long and hard on the matter. I saw my family torn apart. Cast to the wind to save what they could. I don't blame you Simon. They brought that upon themselves.

But sweetheart it's time to come home. Your family has missed you so very desperately. This is why I've left everything to you. On the condition that you must live within this very house for five years. Mrs. Lawless will check in every month to ensure you are adhering to my wishes. Each month that you are within this house a check will be handed to you. Of the interest of the wealth I have amassed throughout my life. Trust me Simon it's not something one can easily walk away from. At the end of the five years, and if you are still within this house. Then you my sweet grandson shall have full access to my one hundred and fifty million dollar fortune. However, as I would never push you into this. If you chose to forego my will then all my assets will be given to charity. Although I would hope that you my brave solider would honor my last wishes," Judy said, smiling sweetly one last time at her grandson. "Mrs. Lawless if you would hand my heir the sealed envelop. Oh and, Simon, we will see each other again never doubt that."

Simon was on the verge of tears as the screen froze. He didn't see the illness that took her life. All he saw on that frozen screen was the smiling face of his loving grandmother. He knew he had to honor her last request. It was the least he could do for everything she had done for him. Whatever happens next he'll deal with it as the best he could. He wasn't about to disappoint her at least not in this.

"Mr. Winters," Mrs. Lawless holding out the sealed envelop. Simon tentatively reached out taking the envelop in hand. "How does the first of every month sound to you? Say eight o'clock at night?"

"T-t-that should be fine," Simon said softly, his fingers ran along the edges of the rectangle brown envelop. He could hear keys clinking against plastic.

"Again my sincerest condolences, Ms. Atwater was a very sweet lady," Mrs Lawless said shaking Simon's hand, softly placing her left hand on his arm.

"Yes, she was."

Simon rushed across town it took the dry cleaners longer than he thought it would to find his uniform. Hurriedly pulling into the parking lot, he needed the refill. The aspirin he had taken earlier did nothing to dull the pain. Yet in his rush he failed to see the car he used to know all to well. The nurse's brunette hair bounced as she wrote down notes in a patients file as Simon walked up to the counter.

"Yes, how can I help you?" the woman said as she updated the file without looking up at Simon.

"Yes, I have an appointment to see Dr. Campbell. I'm with the Choice program the VA referred me to this clinic while I'm in town," Samuel said politely as he looked at the clock.

"May I please see your military ID and your Choice card?" she asked holding up her hand. Taking out his wallet from his back pocket. Placing the items into her hand, closing the file was she brought the items down to her gaze.

"Simon!" Amy gasped. Her head shot up like a bolt of lightning. Her eyes going wide as looked upon her brother. "Simon!" she shouted jumping from her seat. Reaching across the desk, wrapping her arms around his neck. Pulling Simon into a crushing hug. "What are you doing here?!"

"Told you I have an appointment," Simon said in a plain matter-of-fact manor as he patted her arm. Ignoring the pain in his leg from the sudden jerk. He had smothered his hate for them long ago. When your laying on the battlefield a hair's breath away from dying such things seemed trivial to him. Although that didn't necessarily mean he had forgotten what they had done either.

"Oh?!" Amy said, looking down at the appointment book seeing the Choice ID penciled in for the time.

"Amy? Is that solider the VA referred here, here yet?" Dr. Campbell asked as she walked down the hall, leaning over the counter placing her last patient file in the payment box.

"Yes Dr? I was just writing him in," Amy said turning to speak to the doctor. Samuel's eyes instinctively ran down his sister's back noticing how she hadn't changed in six years.

"Good. Take him to exam room two while I pull up his VA medical file," Dr. Campbell nodded before walking back to her rear office.

"If you follow me Simon," Amy said blushing. There was so many questions she wanted to ask him. Yet as he rounded the nurses station her eyes went wide as she starred at his cane. "Si..."

"Don't," Simon said darkly.

"Alright," Amy said bowing her head, pressing the new patient file to her chest. It was mandatory for all new patients so they would have their own file with their own observations should the patient chose to make them their primary health care. "This way Simon," she said leading Simon down the hall occasionally glancing back at him. Those eyes of his weren't the same from the boy she once knew. They way he carried himself, she knew he had confidence in himself. If it wasn't for the cane Simon would be walking head tall, shoulders squared, chest out.

"Amy? Would you mind doing the workup? I have to take this call," Dr. Campbell asked as they passed her office.

"Not a problem," Amy said, keeping her smile to herself knowing she'd have more time with Simon. "Please, if you would," she said stepping to the side, gesturing for Simon to enter.

"Please, disrope," Amy said.

"Why I only need a refill on my medication?"

"Simon, you're smarter than that, little brother," Amy said closing the door, resting her back against the door as Simon turned to look at her while putting his weight on his cane. "Did you honestly believe we would write a pain script without doing our own examination on another doctors word?" she asked shaking her head. "Now if you would please disrobe and put on the gown," Amy said, placing the blueish-green paper gown on the examination table. "Then we can see to it that you get the medication you need."

"Then aren't you going to leave?" Simon asked arcing an eyebrow.

"Nope!" Amy said smiling broadly, "I've seen you naked remember?" Biting her lip remembering when she had first seen that hard, thick, veiny cock of his. To this day it still made her mound quake in anticipation.

"Alright, you might not like what you see," Simon said, his anxiety of disrobing in front of people was quickly ended his first day of boot camp. Placing his cane against the examination table, balancing on his right leg as he took off his shirt.

"Oh my!" Amy had to keep herself from moaning out loud as her eyes ran down Simon's cut, chiseled chest. "Would you like to use the chair?" she asked seeing how his left foot hung a few inches above the floor.

"If you don't mind," Simon said, over his shoulder as his hands unbuckled his belt.

"Here," Amy said, patting the back of the chair.

"So..." Simon said, blowing out a breathe glad to take the weight off his left leg as lowered himself into the chair. "Why are you doing the work up isn't that like the doctor's job?"

"I'm a NP, Simon," Amy said, stifling her giggle at his perplexed look. "It stands for Nurse Practioner, Simon. I do most of what a doctor does, I just can't write prescriptions in this state," she said, opening up the folder thinking it best to get started on the questionaire. "Have you been outside the country in the past ten years? If so, where?"

"Iraq, Afghanistan, Germany," Simon said matter-of-fact, slipping of his shoe off of his left foot.

"Were you vaccinated before you went there?" Amy asked praying it wasn't for what she thought it was that was currently running around in her head.

"Yes."

"Any allergies? Seizers? Concussion? Mental disorders?"

"Really sis?" Simon asked arching an eyebrow as he looked up.

"I have to asked Simon."

"No, no, had one took weeks to get the ringing out of my ears, and no mental disorders," Simon said, tossing his shoes over to the examination table. Amy watched as her brother favored his right side as he got out of the chair. She could see the pain in his eyes as he rose. How she wanted to reach out and help him. Yet she knew he would just brush her off.

"When was this concussion?" Amy asked her heart was breaking as she watched him limp to the examination table.

"Four years ago," Simon said matter-of-fact.

"What was the cause?"

"Do you really need to know?" Simon asked skeptical of the line of questioning.

"It's on the form, see!" Amy said, flashing the form in front of him.

"It was..." Simon sighed, "A road side bomb." Amy fought herself from gasping in horror. She need to be professional. She needed to get through the questionnaire. Quickly writing down his information, she wondered how he would answer the next question.

"Are you sexually active?" Amy asked praying he wasn't.

"That can't possibly be on there?!" Simon asked flabbergasted as his hand hovered over the button of his pants.

"See!" Amy said stepping beside her brother. Pointing to the question feeling his body heat soaked into her.

"Christ!" Simon said pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Well?" Amy asked eager to hear the answer.

"No," Simon sighed heavily.

"When was the last time you were sexually active? Was it six months ago?"

"No."

"A year?" Amy kept her smirk from showing from her brother's groan.

"Three and a half years, alright!" Simon growled knowing his sister was getting pleasure out of making him embarrassed.

"That long, huh?" Amy said, her tongue flicking against her teeth.

"Amy!"

"What?! It's just odd that an attractive man isn't sexually active is all," Amy said, setting her folder down behind him. "Now why don't you get those pants off while I listen to your chest."

"How long have you been waiting to use that line?" Simon asked hoping onto the table, slipping his right leg out of his pants. Crossing his left wondering if she was prepared to witness what remained of his leg.

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know?" Amy whispered into his ear. "Oh my god! What happened to you?!" she asked as Simon pulled off his left pants leg. Tossing down her stethoscope onto the folder. Moving in front of her brother, listening to the sound of his pants falling onto the table. "Simon? Tell me what happened to you?" Amy asked her eyes moistening as she examined what remained of his calf. She knew whichever doctor worked on him did the very best to restore some function of the lower leg. Yet as her fingers trailed down the grizzly wound she knew that amount of muscle loss Simon must be in extreme pain.

"I was lucky. My teammate got it a lot worst than I did," Simon siad, flashes of that firefight roared in the back of his mind.

"But how?!"

"Road side bomb," Simon said, looking in his sister's eyes telling that was all he was going to say about it.

"Okay, Simon, I won't push," Amy said squeezing his hand, "But maybe someday you'll tell me," she said sweetly. "Now let's finish this exam shall we," Amy said, fighting herself from taking Simon into her arms.

"Are we all done?" Dr. Campbell asked walking into the room.

"Yes doctor," Amy said placing her stethoscope around her neck.
"I see, you're on percocet 10/325. That's a very high dose are you sure you need to be on it?" Campbell asked not looking up from the medical file she printed out.

"She's joking with me right?" Simon asked looking over at his sister. The paper gown crinkling as he moved.

"No, Mr. Winters I am..." the doctor said finally looking up from the file. When she read that most of the calf muscle had been removed she thought the military was pulling one over her. The wheels popped over the grout as Dr. Campbell scouted towards him. "Can you rotate your foot for me?" she asked placing the heel of his foot in the palm of her hand. Her eyes watching the movement of what remained of his muscles. Seeing the ligaments moving underneath the skin. "Can you wiggle your toes for me?" she asked watching those five little piggies moved about. "So Mr. Winters any relation to our nurse here?" she asked to keep his mind occupied as she examined his leg more closely.

"He's my little brother," Amy said softly. She couldn't believe her brother was living with that. "So much pain. Why didn't he ever contact us about it? Why did he have to stay away for so long?" she asked herself.

"Oh?! You must be proud of him then? It must be nice having your brother around?

"I wouldn't know, this is the first time I've seen him in six years," Amy said with a pointed look.

"That's not good, you shouldn't be estranged from your own family," the doctor said in a tsk tsk voice, "Especially, with your leg in such a state. It must be hard for you standing on this leg."

"Yes," Simon nodding, "Sometimes I can feel my calf twitching, but then I remember I don't have much of one anymore," he chuckled darkly.

"I understand," the doctor said. Glancing up as Simon winced painfully as her fingers skimmed over a exposed nerve cluster. "Sorry. How many percocet do you take in day?"

"Six, sometimes eight given the pain," Simon said, feeling his sister's eyes on him.

"Hmm... I'm going to write you a script for a nerve blocker. Hopefully, it will decrease your need for the percocet and help ease the pain when the pain medication wears off," Dr. Campbell said, pulling her prescription pad from her coat packet. Flipping through his file making sure she gave him the correct amount. "Now Methocarbamol is a muscle relaxer, yet works really well as a nerve blocker. Strictly follow it's instructions, it's very easy to overdose on it, alright?" she said ripping the two prescriptions from the pad. "Amy, if you be so kind as to run this over to the pharmacy next door."

"Sure thing," Amy said with a nod. Looking back at her brother as she left the room.

"Well, Mr. Winters if the Methocarbamol doesn't work, or if you experience any side effects please don't hesitate to come back in. Just ask for me any time and I'll make sure your seen as quickly as possible," Dr. Campbell said patting his arm. "I'll leave you be while you get dressed."

"Simon?" Amy said sticking her head into the room. Watching his t-shirt cascading down his back before reaching for his cane.

"Yeah?"

"I have your medication," Amy said, walking up behind him placing the bag in front of him. "Are you here for grandma's funeral?"

"Yes," Simon said somberly. His body stilled, his muscles tensed as his sister's arms wrapped around him.

"Please, just let me hold you for a bit," Amy whispered burying her face into his back. Her mind was in a confused state of flux. It couldn't decided on to silently cry for the lost of their grandmother, or to salivate as her hands rested on his hard muscles. "Are you going to be there for the wake, or just the funeral?"

"Both," Simon said patting her hand.

Amy's eyes darted about knowing that Simon wasn't leaving town for a week. She wondered if she could get him to stay permanently to try and fix their relationship. If she could then maybe she could get to him to see her in a new light.

"Okay, if you like I can pick you up and drive you to it? I really don't want you driving on those pills," Amy said hugging him close.

"Alright," Simon said, popping two pills into his mouth. He knew he could drive on straight percocet, yet the new drug he would have to wait and see how the two interacted.

"Good. Now I have a few hours left of work, how about I take you out for dinner? When I'm done that is," Amy said, her hands brushing lightly along his shoulders. "I'll take that as a yes," she giggled as his stomach rumbled. "I'll walk you to your car," Amy said not taking no for an answer.

"Simon, what's this?" Amy asked as she picked up the brown envelop that sat on the passenger seat.

"Just something grandmas lawyer gave to me," Simon said offhandedly.

"But why?"

"Umm..." Simon said scratching his chin, "Grandma, told her to give it to me at the end of her video will." He didn't know how they would take the news that she had left him everything. He wasn't that sadistic.

"What?!" Amy asked sliding into his car. "When was this?! Why weren't we informed?"

Sighing loudly as he rubbed his forehead, "I don't know why you weren't informed of the reading, Amy. All I know, I got a call three days ago about grandma's death, and to met her lawyer this morning."

"And how long have you been in town?" Amy asked tempted to open the envelop.

"Since Monday night."

"What?!" Amy's head snapped towards him. "Are you telling me," she said taking a deep breath, "That you have been in town for two whole days, and you don't bother to come by and say hello?" Amy threw the envelop in his face as he nodded. Slamming his car door shut. "You're a fucking asshole!" she yelled at him as she stomped towards the entrance of the clinic. "Two fucking days and not a peep! Fuck you Simon!"

Looking down at the envelop as it laid in his lap. Breaking the seal, tilting the it upwards spilling the contents into his hand. Simon arched an eyebrow as a pair of keys, and a CDR-DVD that greeted him. He knew what the keys were for, yet the DVD perplexed him. Looking into his rearview mirror as he sat at the exit to the clinic's parking lot. Simon saw his sister standing behind the glass door chewing on her nail. Thinking it better that he just leave. Simon sped down the road to the motel. He needed to check out and gather his things. He wasn't about to disobey his grandmother's wish.

Pulling into the driveway of his grandmother's... his new house. Simon had to get use to calling it that. He was going to be spending a lot of time within that house. The Art Deco columns sported a new fresh coat of white paint. The greyish-black asphalt shingle looked new as he looked to the roof and the wrapping around porch roof. The fragrance of his grandmother's flower garden drifted on the breeze as Simon stepped onto the porch. A sad smile graced his lips knowing nothing had changed since the last time he was there.

The front door softly closed behind him. His cane thumped along the hardwood floor as he surveyed the living room. The pharmacy bag bumping against his leg as he walked to the kitchen. His hand ran over the cabinet doors remembering his youth. Running in and out of the house being chased by his older sister. His grandmother's voice yelling at them to not run through her house. The birthday parties they all had once shared. The Christmas dinners that brought everyone to her house. Then he heard the soft weeping from down the hall.

"Amy is that you?" Simon's froze in his tracks at the sound of his mother's voice. "Baby, I know you're worried, but I'm alright..." Pamela's mouth hung agape, her eyes widening, her tissue falling from her hand as she stood in the doorway to the kitchen. "Simon?!" she asked skeptically unsure if her mind was playing tricks on her or not. "Baby?! Is that truly you standing there?" Pamela asked her voice quivering, her lip trembled, as she looked upon the man that stood in her mother's kitchen.

"Yeah," Simon said, setting down the pharmacy bag and envelope on the counter.

Tentatively, his mother took a step then another, her left hand ran along the counter while her right reached out. Poking his arm a few times, "Oh Simon!" Pamela cried out wrapping her son in a hug. "Oh, my sweet boy your finally home," she said crying happily as she stroked his hair.

"Hello mother," Simon said patting her back.

"Let me have a look at you," Pamela said, wiping away the tears from her eyes. Her hands ran down his face she always knew he would be a handsome man. To his shoulders noting the strength he carried. Down his arms feeling the honed muscles underneath her hands. "Son, why do you need a cane?" Pamela turned her head as she heard her phone ringing from the living room. "Don't you go anywhere! I want to know everything just let me answer this."

"Mom! You won't believe who showed up at the clinic!"

"Let me guess Simon," Pamela said, watching as her son headed towards the door.

"How did you know?"

"Because I'm looking at your brother right now," Pamela said, watching as Simon limped to his car.

"What?! Where are you?"

"At your grandmother's house," Pamela said plainly.

"Okay, keep him there, we need to have a talk with him about grandma's will."

"What? I thought she didn't have one!"

"Apparently, she did Mom, and Simon was the only one at the reading or told about it."

"Alright," Pamela said, watching how her son balanced on one leg.

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"Simon," Pamela called out as she stood on the steps of the porch, "Do you need help?"

"I wouldn't mind a hand," Simon said, setting the duffle bag onto the driveway. Placing the hat box on top of it then looping the strap of his laptop case over his head.

"I'll take this in then," Pamela said, bending down taking the hat box into her arm and grabbing hold of the straps of the bag. "Simon, while I'm glad you're here, why aren't you staying with us? You know we have room. I haven't changed your room since you left. I... always thought you'd come back," she said choking back a sob.

"Because Grandma left me her house," Simon said jingling the keys, "How do you think I got in?"

"She didn't!" Pamela gasped her mother knew how much she loved that house. Even Robert wanted it for himself if or when their parents passed on. "What else did my mother leave you?!" Pamela asked with bitterness in her voice.

Pinching his nose, Simon knew he would eventually have to answer that question. "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes, but later, right now I want to know why you're not using your left leg properly," Pamela said, her eyes going wide as Simon reached into his car pulling out his uniform. "Simon, you didn't?!"

"I did."

"But why?! Why the military!" Pamela said concerned about how ignored her son had become.

"Do you really want me to me to answer that?" Simon asked sighing to himself when he felt the drugs finally kicking in.

"No. No, I guess not," Pamela said her cheeks blushing. "You don't mind if I stay in mom's room until the funeral?"

"No," Simon said walking towards the door.

"Thank you Simon," Pamela said following after her son.

"She was your mom, Mom. Even I'm not that cold hearted," Simon said, as he draping his uniform across the back of the couch. Placing his laptop on the cushion. "Does this place have Internet?"

"You're kidding right? This is your grandmother we're talking about," Pamela chuckled.

"Right," Simon said creaking a smile.

"You always had a beautiful smile Simon," Pamela said sweetly, yet her eyes wouldn't leave his leg.

"I'm assuming she doesn't have cable either?" Simon asked surfing the net for the best cable and Internet packages. He needed the high end GB speeds for his work and a little for his entertainment.

"No," Pamela said biting her lip looking to the clock.

"Hello," Simon said, as he called one of the local cable companies. "Yes, I need cable and Internet install here. Yes, your highest data rate," he said walking down the hall. Peering into each room wondering which he was going to use. "Also I'll need your best high speed wireless router installed as well, and five outlets. Do I want digital cable? Hmm, sure why not, but only two boxes alright," Simon said, making up his mind on which room he be using. The one that over looked his grandmother's flower garden. "Yes, tomorrow afternoon will be fine," he said after giving the cable company the address.

"So already making changes to the house?" Pamela asked standing at the end of the hall.

"Need it for work," Simon said sliding his phone into his pocket. Walking into the room checking the bedding, while slight musty it wasn't going to stop him.

"Simon?" Pamela watched as her son winced painfully as he lowered himself onto the bed.

"Yeah," Simon said, rubbing his leg urging the pills to work faster.

"Would you like if we brought your old TV here, and place in this room?"

"Yeah, at least until I can pack up my apartment."

"Baby," Pamela said moving over to the bed. Lowering herself onto bed beside Simon. "Is there anything I can get you," she said placing her hand over his, "I can see you're in pain. There must be something I can do?"

"A new calf would be nice," Simon muttered.

"What?!"

"Nothing. I'm just waiting for the meds to kick in..." The front door squeaked as it opened.

"Mom!" Amy said looking around. Her eyes falling on the items on the couch. Wondering why they were there and not at their place where she thought he should be staying.

"Back here Amy!"

"You know..." Amy began to say, yet her anger melted away instantly when she saw the pain in his eyes.

"What is it Amy," Simon said in a tired sigh.

"I got some ointment that will help," Amy said, keeping what she was really going to say in the back of her mind.

"Oh?"

"It has a numbing agent in it. It help some until your pills fully kick in," Amy said, watching how his hand rubbed up and down his leg.

"Alright," Simon said, eager for anything that would dull the pain if for a short time.

"Give me one second," Amy said dashing back to the living room, "Can you roll up your pants leg high enough, or do you..." Amy smirked as Simon quickly rolled up his pants leg. Amy glanced over as their mother gasped in horror.

"Not a pretty sight is it Mom?" Simon asked glancing over at her.

"Oh baby!" Pamela's arms flew around his neck. Pulling Simon face first into her bosom. Instantly, Simon was aware his mother wasn't wearing a bra. "I don't care! You're home! That's all that maters now," Pamela said stroking his hair.

"You should feel the effects soon," Amy said, rubbing the cream into his skin. Smiling up at him as she saw his nod. "I'll leave the tube here in case you need it," she said, placing it on the nightstand.

"Now have you eaten yet?" Pamela asked watching Amy wiping her hands clean with a few Kleenexes.

"No."

"You know you're suppose to take your pills with food," Amy said disapprovingly.

"You didn't stop me earlier?"

"That's because I thought you have eaten," Amy said crossing her arms.

"Well, we can fix that," Pamela said, her hands slapping her thighs. "Amy, run home and get Simon's old TV, and the DVD player and a few movies. We have a lot to catch up on," she said resting her hand on Simon's leg.

"So... how have you been?" Pamela asked working feverishly chopping potatoes.

"Alright I guess," Samuel said, eyeing his cane on top of the refrigerator his mother had snatched from him once she had dragged him into the kitchen.

"How have you been, young man?" Pamela asked sternly waving the knife pointedly as she turned towards him. She knew that phrase all to well.

"It's been a rough couple of years," Simon sighed.

"Why?" Pamela asked scooping up the potatoes and dropping them into the pot.

"Took awhile to rehabilitate, and time to find a company that understood my needs after I got done with technical school," Simon said, spinning his glass around on the table. While he had no problem limping the few feet to the frig to get his cane. It was getting by his mother who had a very sharp knife in her hand.

"I'm sorry to hear that Simon. I do hope you found one that understands your... condition," Pamela said, placing the hammer steaks into the frying pan. "So, Simon, is there a girlfriend, fiancée, or wife I should know about? If so do I have a grandchild?" she asked seeing movement out of the corner of her eye. She could see Amy just hiding behind the corner.

"No," Simon said plainly.

"No what?! That I don't need to know, or no you don't have any of the above mentioned?"

"The second one." Pamela had to kept herself from smiling as Amy sent a prayer of thanks.

"So, now that we have time, why don't you tell me why Mom left you this house?" Pamela asked drying her hands.

"Also why were you the only one that was informed of grandma's will? And what was in it?" Amy asked entering the kitchen.

"How would I know why she left me the house," Simon lied.

"Simon, sweetheart. you're a very bad lair," Pamela smirked, "Now the truth, if you would please," she said seating down across from him.

"To bring me home," Simon said, hanging his head in defeat.

"And what did the will say?" Amy asked sitting down beside her mother.

"Grandma, left everything to me," Simon said trying not to take pleasure in their shocked looks.

"Everything?!" Pamela asked in shock disbelief. "Does that include the lake house, the mountain house as well?" she asked having spent a lot of time there she knew how grand it was during her divorce. She just couldn't believe her mother would write her own children out of her own will.

"I do think that includes everything, Mom," Simon said sarcastically, "I'll know for certain when the lawyer brings me the deed and the list of her holdings."

"Wait! Mom, just wouldn't leave this all to you if she didn't have some plan. So what was it?"

"I have to stay here for five years," Simon said sighing heavily at their excited expressions. He was going keep the rest to himself. He didn't want them to know about the money, at least not yet.

"What about mom's accounts? Surely, she would will that to her children?!" Pamela asked she has known for sometime about her mother's wealth. Where and how she got it her mother would never tell her. It was only because she took care of her mother's bills that she even knew about it.

"Umm," Simon said scratching the back of his head.

"No! She didn't!" Pamela said, her hand shot to her mouth. "Oh, Robbie, isn't going to like this, not one bit," she said greeting up from her seat.

"Not my problem," Simon said shrugging his shoulders.

"He's still upset at you for showing his wife that tape," Pamela said flipping the steaks, stirring the potatoes as they boiled away.

"It's not fault he got caught cheating on his wife with his own sister," Simon said without a hint remorse for his actions.

"But did you have to tell Mom?" Pamela asked placing the fork down before turning around. "You know what kind of chaos you caused?! Robert had to move away to save his marriage. Mom and Dad were never the same. Even if they lived in the same house they weren't really married anymore. You know all that stress was the cause of his heart attack."

"And," Simon said glancing over at his mother, "Did you think there wouldn't be any consequences? All of you had ample time to either stop or divulge everything. You all chose to keep it a secret. Either one of you could have told me the truth about Melody. Without me wasting two years on that bitch."

"Umm..." Amy said sharing a glance with Pamela.

"What?!" Simon asked in an annoyed sigh.

"You're not going to like this," Amy said, squirming in her seat as Simon's eyes flicked over to her. "Dad... umm married Melody," she whispered bowing her head. Quickly looking up, as Simon belted out a side splitting chuckle.
"You're kidding me right?!"

"No," Amy said softly, "She's pregnant too."

"I'm so not calling that woman mom," Simon sneered.

"Oh, that reminds me, your father is coming here for the funeral," Pamela said, lining the baking sheet with rolls. "Paul said, he and Melody should be here by Saturday. Robert and Emilia should arrive Sunday. Would you mind if Robbie stays here, or should I tell him to stay at my house?"

"Your place. I think it's already crowded here," Simon said, his eyes darting between the two of them.

"Then Simon since they're staying there would you mind if I stayed here? I really don't want to be around Melody," Amy said, she had always hated her the moment she inserted herself into their fun.

"Why I thought you all were like peas in a pod?"

"Simon, no! God no!" Amy said shaking her head.

"The way she always talked about you during... well you know. I always hated that. To think she'd speak so obtuse about you. As much as we disliked her we couldn't keep her from running her mouth if we kept her away," Pamela said, placing the tray in the oven. "I do thank you for showing me the proof I needed for the divorce. I always had a suspicion that he was sleeping with her."

"So can I?" Amy asked her hands fidgeted underneath the table.

"Sure, I guess," Simon said, hoping he was living up to his grandmother's wishes. "Just don't come barging into my room when the cable gets here."

"Well, you two go get washed up. Dinner should be ready in a few minutes," Pamela said, handing Samuel his cane.

Simon's head quickly turned to the side, as water dripped from his chin as Amy slipped into the bathroom. Closing the door blocking his escape. Noting how she had slipped out of the blue scurbs, and into a plain white t-shirt, her red bra showing through the material. Her blue, white tube stripped shorts rode high on her hips, showing off her silky smooth, shaved, tone legs. Simon braced himself on the sink as Amy launched herself at him. His eyes went wide as her tongue invaded his mouth. Her fingers weaving through his hair as she pulled Simon deeper into her kiss.

"I've wanted to do that for six years," Amy said breathlessly, as she pulled away from his lips. "Maybe," she cooed sensuously running her hand down his chest, "I'm fucked up, but I can't help being attracted to you Simon. Perhaps you'll feel the same in time."

Simon fought himself from reliving those moments during his rehabilitation. Where he had crossed the line; while he wasn't the aggressor, yet that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it either. Fighting himself from feeling those same emotions he felt on that day.

"Dinner!" Pamela called out.

"Well, we best have dinner, or Mom will come looking for us," Amy said, brushing her ass against her brother. "What would she think seeing us in here?" she asked smirking over her shoulder as she opened the door. Praying that Simon could see her taut ass.

The house phone rang as they were halfway through their dinner. Pamela huffed as her napkin fell roughly onto the table. Whoever it was better have a good reason for interrupting her time with her son.

"Hello? Oh, hello Paul," Pamela said, keeping the distain from her voice. "Oh, you'll be here tomorrow?! I see, I'll let the kids know. Yes, Paul, kids as in your adult children. Because I'm having dinner with our son right now," Pamela huffed, "He wants to talk to you."

"No," Simon said taking a bite of his roll.

"Please, you don't have to speak for long just say hello to him," Pamela pleaded cupping her hand over the mouth piece of the receiver.

"Fine," Simon sighed dropping the roll onto the plate.

"He's coming, it'll just take him a bit to stand up," Pamela whispered into the phone.

"Yeah, what is it?" Simon asked as he leaned against the counter to take the weight off of his leg. "I'm perfectly fine, why? No, I'm not sick," he said, tapping his cane against the floor. "I heard. No, I'm not calling her that. Yeah, yeah, you can say that all you want doesn't mean I'll do it. Well, you fucked her! You deal with her!" Simon said hanging up the phone.

"We'll be back Simon," Amy said, as she held the door open for her mother. "We're just going to run to the house, and pick up some clothes and our outfits for the wake tomorrow. It shouldn't take us to long," she said over the rustling of the plastic sheeting of his dry cleaning.

"Alright," Simon said offhandedly, as he limped to his room. The zipper of his bag resounded throughout his room. The plastic cover went flying into the waste basket. His thumb ran along his bomb disposal tab, his fingers skimming along his "71 Ordinance Group(EOD) [("Raptors")]" shoulder patch. He never regretted for one second his time in the Army. They were his brothers/sisters they might not have always seen eye to eye, yet he would defend them to the death if need be in a heartbeat. He just hoped they understood why he was going to wear his dress blues to his grandmother's wake. Blowing on his Basic EOD badge, polishing it with his shirt before attaching it to his uniform above his name tag. Making sure each was correctly placed he wasn't about to bring dishonor to his grandmother or his old unit.

Gently taking the back of the frame out, unpinning his ribbons from the backing. Simon ignored the pain. This had to be perfect there couldn't be nothing less than perfect. Lifting up the tap of the left pocket, his tongue sticking our of the corner of his mouth as he attached the silver star to his uniform. Repeating the process with his purple heart and his rifle marksmen badge. Nodding to himself when everything was the way it should be. Taking the lid off the hat box. Inspecting his cap for any damage during it's hibernation. When he was satisfied there wasn't any, only then did he lift it to his head. Looking at his reflection in the picture frame seeing the solider he once was.

"Simon! We're back!" Amy called out as she entered the house. Noting the lack of his items on the couch. "Simon?!" she called out tentatively walking down the hall. "Why didn't you answer?" Amy asked preplexed as his fingers skimmed over the top of his hat.

"What? Oh, sorry," Simon said looking over at her.

"What's on your mind that you couldn't hear your sister's sweet voice?"

"Just remembering things," Simon said vaguely, as he sat on the edge of the bed putting the frame back together.

"Anything thing you want to talk about?" Amy said stepping into his room looking to her left seeing his uniform hanging up. She wondered how handsome he would look in it. "Do you miss it?"

"Which part?" Simon asked unpacking his bag.

"Do you miss the war?" Pamela asked from behind her daughter.

"What?! No! Of course not! Only a foul would enjoy war," Simon said tossing aside his toiletries.

"Do you miss being a solider?" Pamela asked slipping into the room.

"Sometimes," Simon admitted.

"Would you have stayed in if you hadn't been injured?" Amy asked gathering up his pants. Walking towards the dresser and placing them in the middle drawer.

"The whole twenty years probably not. Army life is hard on the body. Although I'd probably have stayed in for another six if it wasn't for my leg," Simon said, watching as his mother's shirt fell open as she reached across the bed. Displaying her braless breasts to him. Taking his shirts into her arms.

"What were you in the Army?" Pamela asked pulling the top drawer open as Amy gathered up his underwear and socks.

"I was attached to the 71st Ordinance Group. Basically, I disposed of bombs."

"Is that how you got injured?" Pamela asked glancing over to her son's uniform. She could picture how well it would fit him.

"No, well sort of, it wasn't the bomb we were called out to disarm and disposed of if that is what you're asking," Simon said, placing the frame inside the bag before sliding it under the bed. "It happened when we were on our way there."

"Will you tell..." Amy began to say only to be stopped by the shaking of his head.

"Baby, you can't keep it bottled up. We don't wish to pry, yet wouldn't it be better for you to get it off your chest," Pamela said, placing her hand over his as she sat beside him, "You know we only want to help if we can. Okay," she said softly, as Simon shook his head. "But know we are here if ever you need to talk about it," Pamela said, placing a kiss on the side of his head.

"How about we watch a movie!" Amy said excitedly, "I bet you haven't seen the new remake of the Poltergeist?" she asked pulling her brother to his feet.

Simon sat uncomfortably as his mother and sister snuggled up against him. His hands commandeered by theirs as the movie progressed. Their bodies snuggled tighter against him as the paranormal activity start to amp up. Their head resting on his shoulders, their free hand rubbed each of his legs. He was extremely aware of their womanly shapes pressing against him. Simon was fighting a war inside his mind. Trying not to give in to the emotions that he had buried four years ago. The one time he gave into his desires. Cursing silently inside his mind as the flashes of slightly sagging breasts flared to life. The feel of her hand on his rod as she stroked him underneath the sheet. Her smile as she told him she was going to take care him like she had all her life. Exquisite sensations flooded his body as his grandmother wrapped her lips around his tool. The feel of her folds as she rode him on his medical bed. Eight months while he recovered his grandmother took care him. Was that she had done it? Because she already knew her time was short? However, was it to feel some connection to someone that genuinely loved her? He wished he knew. These questions plagued his mind as he felt life growing within his manhood.

His eyes darted around nervously as his cock began to harden. That wasn't something he wanted either one of them to see. Yet he couldn't help that whenever he thought about his grandmother.

"Oh that was good!" Pamela cooed as she stretched her arms slyly glancing down. Her eyes flared in hunger as she saw that bulge. There wasn't a day she didn't think about that cock. The way it filled her so completely. It's been six years since the last time she laid with a man. She could already feel her folds moistening.

"Mmmhmm," Amy nodded faking a yawn also she could glance down. God. She wanted that thing deep inside of her. It's been to long. To many years' of a rubber strap-on inside of her when her mother thrust that rubber phallus into her cunt. She needed a real cock, a real man pounding her into sweet bliss. "Well..." Amy said, laying her left arm along his shoulders. "I better get to bed," her breathe hot in his ear, "Thank you for the movie," she said, her fingertips skimmed up Simon's hard shaft as she rose.

"Come walk me to bed Simon," Pamela said, pulling Simon up and handing him his cane.

"Don't forget to come tuck me in," Amy whispered lustfully into his ear.

"Come in Simon," Pamela said, pulling her son into her mother's bedroom. "This will be your bedroom soon, that is after the funeral. Now I think this will be a perfect place for the cable outlet. Since the TV is already in the perfect spot in the room," she said, waving towards the dresser that sat against the wall overlooking the queen size bed. "So..." Pamela said, taking off her earrings, placing them on the nightstand. "What do you think?"

"What do I think? I think I need my dick sucked that's what!" Simon said to himself watching his mother kicking off her shoes. Watching how she jumped as he pushed the door closed with his cane. He was going to repay her for raping him years' ago, and Simon was going to collect. "Get on your knees," Simon said forcibly, as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"What?!" Pamela gasped.

"You heard me, I said get down on your knees," Simon said narrowing his eyes at her, "Sucking my cock should be all that strange to you. Since you raped me and all," he said unzipping his fly. "Now get down and suck my cock, or I'll have Amy do..." Simon smiled cruelly as his mother knelt between his legs. "You want this cock didn't you?" Simon said slapping his cock against her lips.

"Yes," Pamela moaned hungrily.

"Then suck it like a good mother-sult that you are," Simon said, reaching up placing his hand on the back of her head thrusting her down onto his cock. How he was enjoy hearing her gagging on his cock.

"Baby, stop!" Pamela said coughing. "I get it, you want to punish me. I deserve it. Yet let me show you how good it is without you jamming your cock down my throat," she said, wiping off the drool on her chin. "If you don't like it. Then by all means jam this thing back down my throat," Pamela said, licking up the back of her son's cock. Feeling his hand letting go of her hair. Her tongue swirled around his head. She wondered if this was her mother's ploy. If this was what she meant when their own version of her mother's will greeted them when they went home. That if they wished for Simon to get full access to her accounts that a child must be sired within a year, and never to tell Simon any of it. Which was odd to her given what happened six years ago. Pamela pondered on what changed her mother's view of such things.

Her body trembled as her son's cock sat within her mouth. God. It was so hard, so hot, and so fat. Her head bobbed vigorously on her son's pole. Her hand working along his shaft. Her left hand squeezed her right breast, pinching her nipple as she savored every inch of her son.

"Do you like your mother-sult sucking on this juicy cock?" Pamela purred looking up at her son.

"Maybe," Simon said indifferently. He wasn't about to give her that, no matter how blissful it felt.

"Then you'll cum down my throat?" Pamela asked her tongue teasing his head.

"Then why don't you put it back in and find out."

"Mmm... with pleasure," Pamela said not wasting a second longer. As she sucked, licked, slurped on his rod. She wondered how long it would be before it would be stuffing her cunt. Her eyes flew wide as Simon held her head down. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head as his semen splattered against the back of her throat. She needed more! She had to have more of her son's sweet cum. After so long in her drought it was like finding an oasis to quench her thirst. Her eyes watching him as she sucked hard on the head of his cock. Hoping to get every morsel of his cum from the depths of his core. "All clean!" Pamela declared, "Simon, I'm more than happy to be your cum dumpster if that's what you want. If that will make you happy as my punishment, of course."

"I think you would enjoy that far to much," Simon said, stuffing his cock back into his pants.

"True," Pamela admitted.

"Then it isn't much of a punishment, now is it?" Simon asked rising from the bed.

"Please, Simon?!" Pamela's hands darted out taking hold of his right hand. "Please, please, please! Punish my mouth by shooting your hot load in it! Whenever or wherever," her gaze dipped low then back up, "I'll do it!"

"So does your son's cock taste that good?! Does my cum taste that good to be a cum dumpster as you say?" Simon asked looking down at her.

"Do I need to show you how wet it makes me? I will if that will appease you, Simon. I'll swallow every load. Suck you dry to make you happy, baby. And yes, it does Simon. It makes my pussy ache, my heart race, knowing that I'm tasting my son's... delicious cum."

"I see," Simon said, his hand slipping out of hers. "I'll think about it," he said, as he left the room. Shaking his head when he hard his mother's soft exuberant yes.

"Simon!" Amy called out as he walked passed her door. "Aren't you going to come tuck me in? Please!"

"Aren't you a little old for that?" Simon asked trying to keep his eyes off of her exposed chest. Her breasts were as perky as they were in that video she had made for him. He could feel his appendage growing as he remembered what her pink lips looked like.

"Nope," Amy said coyly. Her index finger drawing random shapes on the bed; as her eyes glanced up seductively beckoning her brother to enter, as she rested on her side.. "Please, Simon," she said rising from her position. The covers slid down her chest spilling out around her hips. She knew how well her body looked. The way men flocked to her in hopes she'd give up her pussy to them. It had always been that way since her highschool years'.

"I don't have to read you a bedtime story now do I?" Simon asked sarcastically entering the room, unsure if this was a wise course of action. What he did to his mother was about fulfilling a need. The way Amy looked at him, the way her body aroused him. Simon knew not if he could trust himself around her. If she still felt the same way as she had on that Christmas morning so long ago.

"No," Amy said. Her tongue clicking against her teeth, as she propped herself on her right arm pushing out her alluring cleavage slightly. "However, if you like I could tell you one." Her eyes watching how he moved across the room as Simon approached the bed. "You know I think should," she purred tapping her chin.

"Huh uh," Simon said, reaching down for the edge comforter only to be stopped as Amy took hold of his face.

"Six years ago a girl was head over heels about this boy," Amy said, her hands held his face tightly so Simon couldn't look away. Getting to her knees, walking towards the edge of the bed. She wanted him to see her naked body in the flesh, and not that video she had made so many years' ago. "Yet that boy was with someone that wasn't right for him. She couldn't say anything without a secret coming out. So she made a video of herself. Hoping that if he saw it he would understand her desires for him. Yet that wasn't meant to be," she said, looking lovingly into his eyes as her fingers skimmed down his cheeks. "What little time she saw of him was never enough for her. Her heart raced whenever he was around. Her cheeks flushed whenever they were alone. Her body tingled as he would draw near. How she wanted to take him. To show him things other boys begged her to do to them. To let him explore her body, to feel the love she has for him," Amy said, her eye moistening as her thumb ran along his lower lip.

"Yet something came over him during her absence. At first she thought it was something she had done. The days passed and she finally made something for him," Amy said, her left hand ran down his chest. "Christmas morning came and she prayed that boy had watched it," her hand took hold of his right wrist; watching with sultry eyes as she moved it over her left breast, "Hoping that his body would respond to her affections she poured into that video. However, their time was cut short by an evil act," she said, smirking mischievously as his hand ran down her stomach. " I had suspicions that grew by the day, there was no hard evidence that the boy knew our secret. Yet my time was cut short, and I never saw him again for six long lonely years," Amy whispered her lips lightly brushing against his. A gasp escaped her lips as her fingers guided his to the depths of her womanhood. "Yes, Simon, feel the girl that fell in love with you," she murmured as her other hand unzipped his pants.

"God, Simon, you don't know how long I've wanted to touch this," Amy moaned as her fingers wrapped around his tool, "Don't you like how my pussy feels as you explore it?" she asked her lips softly kissing his lips. Working her brother's cock to ensure that the both of them would cum at the same time.

Simon wasn't expecting his sister's cunt to feel so tight; nor was he expecting to actually like feeling it either. He watched the bliss in her eyes as his fingers sank deeper into her.

"Doesn't it feel sublime Simon? Does your older sister's pussy feel good? It will always be willing to accept your fingers, and maybe something else?" Amy asked leaving the last bit open ended for her brother. "Yes, Simon, I'm getting close. Won't you cum with me?" she asked softly moaning. "Don't you want to bathe you slutty sister in your cum?" She felt his cock twitch and swell knowing it would be soon. "Oh, yes, Simon I'm cumming! Paint my body in your sperm!" Amy felt every rope of hot jizz striking her chest. "My, just look at me, I'm all dirty I best clean myself up. However, first..." she said quickly bending over. She already knew her mother had sucked his cock. The slickness of his cock told her that. That didn't matter, she knew her mother had already tasted her brother six years ago. Yet this would be the first time she tasted her brother's cock. When her lips wrapped around that softening member. Her mind, body, soul was instantly addicted. She knew no other cock would ever compare to the long wait of this one. "Now you get to bed," Amy said kissing Simon passionately, "Oh, Simon?" she called to him as he neared the door. Peering over her shoulder presenting her ass to him, making sure all the light was centered on her mound. "I can't want for you to taste this," Amy said, two fingers ran through her lips before spreading them. All so Simon could see her tight hole. "Nor can I wait for you to be stuffing, thrusting, pounding your cock into my wet, hot, juicy pussy," she cooed as she slid those two fingers inside of her.
"Simon it's time! Are you ready to go?!" Pamela called out as she and Amy waited by the door. Both wearing their best to greet friends and mourners alike at the wake.

"One minute!" Simon called back as he straightened out his tie in the mirror. Ensuring his medals were just so, his shoulder cord just right, nodding that his EOD badge sat perfectly above his name tag. Grabbing his cap as he switched off the light. "Alright, I'm ready," he said rounding the corner. "What?!" Simon asked arching an eyebrow at their shocked, gasping expressions.

"I didn't think you would look so..." Amy stuttered feeling her cheeks burning as her eyes ran down her brother's body.

"What is it now?" Simon sighed.

"We just didn't think you would look so handsome in that uniform," Pamela said, her eyes savoring the sight before her. Seeing Amy nodding in agreement.

"Oh. Umm... thanks... I guess," Simon said, limping into the kitchen, opening the cabinet. Taking out the bottle of pills he hidden there.

"Simon? If you like I can put these in my purse," Amy said, as he took two pills with a sip of water.

"Thanks," Simon said offhandedly, placing the glass in the sink.

"I'm happy too," Amy said, placing the nerve pills in her bag. Leaning in to him, her lips brushing against his ear. "God, Simon, seeing you in this uniform makes my pussy ache. I wish you could feel just how wet I am," she whispered sensuously into his ear.

"We all set?" Pamela asked standing in the doorway to the kitchen. "Then we best hurry or we'll be late," she said, her eyes pointing directly at Amy. Biting her lip as she watched how Simon instinctively put on his cap in one swift motion as they left the house. She always had a soft spot for men in uniform. Pamela just didn't think her own son would be one of them, not that she was complaining far from it. She just wished he knew how it took all her restraint not take him back inside and push him down onto the couch. Straddle his hips, thread that cock of his out, and slowly, ever so slowly ease down on that hard, thick cock.

"Simon!" Paul called out as his son exited the car. His eyes going wide in shock as he watched as Amy helped him to his feet. Noting how his medals swayed on his chest. How his son straightened out his cap.

"Oh my!" Melody cooed as her eyes ran down her stepson. Her hands running along her belly. Wondering what layed beneath that uniform.

"Hello Dad," Amy said warmly hugging her father. Shooting Melody a sour look at the way she eyed her brother.

"Hello sweetheart," Paul said, "Is that pussy still as tight I remember it?" he whispered softly into her ear.

"Perhaps," Amy said backing away from her father.

"Hello Paul," Pamela said in a cold monotone voice, "Come Simon, let's get you inside," she said rubbing his shoulder.

"Simon?!" Paul said stepped forward as they started to turn towards the funeral home.

"What?" Simon said coldly.

"How are you son?" Paul asked as those eyes of his glanced over at him. He tried to keep his attention from the way Simon put his weight on the cane instead of his leg.

"Fine? Why?" Simon asked.

"It's just..." Paul said his eyes glanced down.

"Oh this..." Simon said, his left index finger tapping his cane. "Nothing you need to concern yourself with," he said before walking off.

"Now you done it," Pamela sighed.

"What?! What have I done?!" Paul asked perplexed. "What was so wrong about me asking about the welfare of my own son?"

"Nothing Dad. But you brought her along," Amy said nodding towards Melody, "While we might have done things with well... you know. The two of you, however, are the ones that hurt him the most. Did you think he would ever forget that? Now you go and marry her, have a child with her, and bring her to grandma's wake. How did you think Simon was going to react Dad. If you haven't noticed he's been through quite a lot. And you," Amy said looking over at Melody, "Stay the hell away from my brother."

"I can see my stepson whenever I wish to, isn't that right dear?" Melody cooed sweetly at Paul. Smirking evilly at Amy as she wrapped herself around Paul's left arm. She knew six years ago that Amy wanted her brother. Melody wondered if she could spoil her dream.

"Yes, that's right," Paul said patting her hand, "He is my son, I have every right to see him."

"Don't say we didn't warn you," Pamela said ominously, "Well, come on Amy, we shouldn't keep Simon waiting."

The End? That's up to you to decide.
A Family Destroyed Ch. 03
Simon begins his plot to destroy Melody once and for all.
The piano echoed out an eerie melody as Simon's fingers moved over the ivory keys. Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" filled his grandmother's house. Tears reamed his eyes as every note rang out. The argentine rays of the moon crept along the floorboards as he poured every ounce of emotion into his movements. He had learned to play this song for his grandmother long ago. Her smile flashed in his mind as his fingers hit the keys. The tapping of her finger echoed in his ears as she kept the beat as the strings hummed. The serenity on her face as she sank into the flow of the melody. Those salt filled drops striking the keys as he poured his grief into the music.

Amy stood in the shadows as she watched as her brother played. It had been years' since she heard him play. Wiping away her tears, her lower lip trembling as his hands moved across the keyboard. Her mother's arm wrapped around her shoulder. Pulling her close, placing a soft kiss on her temple neither dared to interrupt Simon. They knew how he need this. They could see it in his eyes at the funeral yesterday.

Simon's mind flashing back to her words as he struggled to walk. Her encouragement as his body grew stronger. To the night in his hospital bed. Where they both gave into their needs. He knew how he had acted when he found out his family. How he felt like a hypocrite. Yet as the days passed he couldn't say it was wrong. He had found something in her eyes he couldn't possibly think to find. She had nursed him back not only from the injury he had sustained, but also, from the dark place he had fallen into from that fire fight that felt like eternity to him. Where every second felt like hours, minutes felt like days, as every bullet seemed to leave the breach of his gun in slow motion. How Simon prayed she could hear this wherever she was. Sighing heavily as the last notes died away. Wiping away his tears, breathing in as he was posed to start a new song. A small smile graced his lips as the first notes of "Vide Cor Meum" rang out. Simon knew she loved this song.

"Simon?" Pamela asked softly so not to distract him. "What song is that?"

"It's a song called Vide Cor Meum. It's based upon Dante's first sonnet La Vita Nuova," Simon said, hearing the Latin lyrics in his head.

"It's beautiful," Amy said moving up to him, gently placing her hand on his left shoulder.

"I know," Simon nodded.

"But why are you playing it?" Pamela asked sitting down next to him. Resting her head on Simon's shoulder. She couldn't agree more with her daughter, it was a beautiful song.

"It's something grandma would always play," Simon said, leaving out the fact it was normally followed after they had horizontal refreshments.

"I never heard her play it before?" Pamela asked perplexed at Simon's smile.

"She told me it was only for special occasions."

"Well," Amy said sinking down beside him, "Will you play it again for... me?" she asked her index finger brushing along the edge of his ear.

"Okay," Simon said pulling out his phone, opening his YouTube app typing the song into the search bar. "I think you would like to know what the song is about," he said, placing his phone on the music desk so they could see the English translation of the lyrics.

"And Mom would play this... for you?" Pamela asked eyeing her son. Wondering why her mother would play something that was so very personal, so intimate for her son.

"Yes," Simon said closing the cover down over the keyboard.

"Why? Simon, why would Mom play this for you?" Pamela asked as Simon reached for his cane.

"Maybe I'll answer that... some day just not today," Simon said sliding off the bench.

"Simon?" Pamela said forcibly as she rose. Yet as he turned she saw the hurt, the lost, the sorrow. It wasn't the kind of grief for a family member, but of someone very close. "I'm sorry, I won't pry," she said, watching Simon walk towards his bedroom.

"Well, I need to get to bed," Amy said, noticing the time, wondering what was going on in that head of his.

"Me too, yet I don't want to leave Simon here all alone," Pamela said, hating the fact her time off had ran out. She had no wish to leave her son alone in the state of mind he was in.

"I'll come by on my lunch break and check on him," Amy said sharing a nod with her mother.

"Simon," Amy whispered sweetly as the new dawn's light filtered through the windows.

"Hmm?" Simon mumbled in his half sleep state.

"I made french toast for you, some eggs and bacon," Amy said resting on the edge of the bed, her fingers weaving through his hair. "It's in the oven for you whenever you get up," she said, wondering how she was going to get him to talk about whatever was on his mind last night. "I was hoping maybe I could come by and have lunch with you?"

"Okay," Simon yawned. Amy fought herself from smiling.

"Burner Boy is still open, I know how you liked their barbecue. Would you like for me to bring some home?" Amy asked her hand running down his bare arm. She couldn't help it she loved the feel of his skin underneath her touch.

"Sure," Simon said smacking his lips in his semi-like dream trance. "Don't forget the sauce," he muttered rolling onto his back.

"I won't," Amy said, out of the corner of her eye her gaze caught sight of something. "You don't have to worry, Simon," she said leaning forward, "I'm going to..." her lips softly pressed against his, her hand moving down his chest. Gently wrapping around that covered hard rod, that she hoped to one day feel deep inside of her. "Always take care of you baby brother," Amy whispered as she pulled away. Looking back one last time as she closed his bedroom door.

Amy's mind flashed back to when Simon was fourteen. To the day she was getting harassed by the boys at her high school. How he shoved and pushed them away from her when they had her backed against the lockers. The way he stood up to boys that were older, taller, and stronger than he was. Yet that didn't stop Simon, no, he got in their faces and told them what he thought of them. Granted he did get beaten up, it still didn't stop him. She knew most of the fights he had gotten into was because of her. How he had won her heart that day. Always flashing her a smile no matter how painful those bruises must have felt. Amy hoped he could come to see that. That all these years' she had loved him. Then just maybe they could grow closer as it should have been all those years' ago.

Simon sat at the kitchen table chewing on the breakfast his sister had made. He had to admit she did know how to cook. The french toast was especially good with the cinnamon mixed in. He was going to have to ask Amy how she did that. For now regular french toast wouldn't hold a candle to it any longer.

"Thanks for breakfast, sis." Simon typed out a text as he bit into the bacon.

"You're welcome Simon, I hope it was good." Amy sent back.

"How did you get the cinnamon on the toast?!"

"I added it to the egg mixture *giggles* silly."

"Oh... that makes more sense then what I was thinking," Simon admitted wiping his mouth as he laid down his fork.

"So... then you wouldn't mind if I cooked for you?"

"You know you don't have to, right?"

"I know, but I want to Simon. I want to take care of you."

"There's no way I can talk you out of it, huh?"

"Nope!" Amy texted back with a smiling emoji. "I have to go, work calls. I'm glad you liked your breakfast Simon. I'll see you at lunch!" A flood of kisses bombarded his screen. Reaching into the cabinet after he had cleaned his dishes. Opening his pill bottle, quickly downing the two pills as he felt the effects of the nerve blocker starting to wear off. Reaching for his cane that hung on the lip of the counter as the doorbell rang.

"Hello Simon," his aunt stood at the door. Her brown eyes running down Simon's body. A sinful smile graced her lips knowing how he was going to enjoy what's to come. Her thin pink summer dress clung tightly to her body, accentuating her 38C cup breasts, her flat stomach, and her alluring hips. Her smooth tone legs felt the warmth of the morning sun as its rays bathed her exposed skin. Every item on her body matched her outfit from: her pink pumps, to her pink clutch, the frames of her glasses, her pink sapphire earrings, the pink opal rings that lined her fingers. To Caroline her attire had to be perfect.

"Hello Aunt Caroline," Simon said perplexed as to why she was there. He had thought they had left town after the funeral, apparently he was wrong.

"May I come in?" Caroline asked her pink hued lips flashed him a warm smile. Yet Simon knew not the hunger behind them.

"Sure," Simon said stepping to the side, "So... what brings you here? I thought you and uncle had left after the funeral?"

"Robert, is trying to contest the will. So we'll be here for a few more days. However, I know it's iron tight. Judy, was a smart woman in business and other things. She wouldn't have left it all to you without making sure there were no loose ends," Caroline said stepping into the house. Her clutch slid down the back of the couch before bouncing on the cushion.

"Not that I'm happy to see you aunt, yet why are you here?" Simon asked closing the door.

"You know I tried to make things work with me and Robert," Caroline said ignoring Simon's question, "Yet after six years you would think he would've learned his lesson," she said, her fingers trailed along the back of the couch. Slowly sauntering along wondering how he would react. "And still that man thinks he can cheat on me! The nerve of that man, to think I wouldn't notice some other woman's cunt juice on his cock!" Caroline hissed angrily, "If it hadn't been for you Simon," she said turning towards him. "I would've never have known Robert was being unfaithful to me," Joan said, her eyes running down his body wondering if his injury affected his manhood. "Now I'm done with Robert's infidelity!"

"Okay..." Simon said, a little unnerved how her eyes followed him as

he walked over the chair. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Why? I do wonder..." Caroline said, her hips swayed, her eyes lustered, her mouth watered as she viewed Simon. Her hands rested on the armrest of the chair as she leaned forward, filling Simon's gaze with her breasts. "If your cock still works?" Caroline whispered lustfully into his ear. Reaching out softly caressing Simon's phallus through his shorts, urging it to awaken from its slumber. "It seems it does," she cooed as Simon's rod grew in her hand. A gasp resounded from her lips. Her eyes widening as his girth expanded her hand. "That's not possible!" Caroline's mind was in a state of shock. She has never felt something so thick before. "It has to be twice the thickness of Robert's!"

"Well, just what do you have here nephew?" Caroline purred.

"Umm... that's my cock you have in your hand," Simon said tilting his head.

"Yes, yes, it is," Caroline said hungrily pulling down his shorts, "Oh my! Simon, that's... a fat cock!" she gasped as Simon's cock swung back and forth as the waistband left the head of his rod.

"Oh, you think so?" Simon said with a coy smirk.

"Mmmhmm," Caroline muttered salaciously turning around, "Unzip me Simon, I want to be naked for you," she said peering over her right shoulder. "Can you stand long enough to fuck me?" Caroline asked as her zipper lowered

"No," Simon lied. He was wondering how far she was going to take this.

"No worries," Caroline said, turning back around holding her dress to her chest. "It's been some time since I've rode a cock," she said her eyes dipping low, "And baby you do have one hell of a cock," Caroline said releasing her hold on her dress. "So tell me nephew does your aunt have a sexy body?" she asked running her hands up her stomach.

"Yes..." his eyes running down her naked body, "You do," Simon nodded.

"Mmm... good," Caroline said smirking, noticing how Simon had yet to soften. If it was Robert sitting before her his cock would have lost its hard-on by now. Yet no, this wasn't Robert, no, this was a cock she hungrily wanted to ride. "Come taste your aunt's pussy, Simon," Caroline said, placing her right foot on the seat cushion. The heel of her pump decompressing the cushion as she spread her labia open. Her left hand ran through his hair as Simon leaned forward. Her body trembled as she felt his lips wrapping around her clitoris. It's been two years since she laid with her husband, after the last time she tasted some strange pussy on his cock. She knew then Robert was never going to be faithful to their marriage even after she gave them another chance. Yet now it appear she would have to destroy him in court to show Robert the errors of his ways. "Yes, Simon, doesn't it taste good? Doesn't your aunt have the sweetest juice?" Caroline moaned as she held his head to her cunt.

"Yes! Get that tongue inside that pussy!" Caroline's body quaked as his tongue probed her hot channel. "Oh god! Simon! Yes, fucking eat that pussy!" she howled her juices flowed, "It's been to fucking long since I've had a man's tongue so deep inside of my pussy!" Caroline moaned sensuously as she ground her mound on his tongue. "Oh fuck! Yes, Simon, make me fucking cum on that tongue!" she said grabbing hold of his shoulders to steady herself.

"God! That was good," Caroline said catching her breathe, "I so needed that," she said flashing Simon a satisfied smile. Her tongue ran through her juices that coated his chin before lips captured his. She wondered if he had watched the DVD Judy had left for him. If this was why he wasn't pitching a fit. Not that she was complaining she was about feel that beast deep inside of her. "Now I think I should repay you, don't you think?" Caroline cooed pushing Simon back against the chair. Her body sank to her knees as her hand ran down his chest. Her tongue ran along her lips, as her fingers curled around the shaft of Simon's cock. Caroline was a little taken back when Judy had suggested her scheme to her. Now, however, as she licked up the back of her nephew's cock. She wondered how Judy had come up with her little plan.

Swallowing Simon's cock, how she loved the feel of it on her tongue. The way his heart beat against it. The way his girth stretched out her mouth. The feel of his pre-cum coating her tongue. Her hand working his shaft as her head bobbed on his pole. Her left hand cradled his balls, massaging them as her mind started to go blank. She wondered if Judy knew she would become addicted to her nephew's cock. That the moment she tasted it, did Judy know she would hunger for it?

"Now I think it's time for the main course, don't you think?" Caroline purred giving that bulbous crown one last hard suck. "Look at it Simon," she said bending over in front of him. Filling Simon's view of her ass and her light pink, wet lips. "Doesn't this call out to you?" Caroline asked running her middle finger through her labia. "Simon, this pussy needs to be fucked! You'll let your aunt fuck that cock of yours won't you?" she asked looking between her legs.

"Sure," Simon said patting his legs.

"Excellent!" Caroline purred. Eyeing the chair then the coffee table knowing it was the perfect height. "Give me one second," she said gesturing to him with a finger. Dashing over to her purse, snapping open the button, digging her smart phone out she wanted to rub Robert's face in this. Grabbing some books from the mantle, resting her phone against the spines of the books. Her ass wiggled giving Simon a show as she opened her camera app. Making sure the camera was only capturing her in the screen. She didn't want this to come back on Simon. Caroline thought if it did he wouldn't want to fuck her again if it brought to much grief to him.

"Hello Robert," Caroline said coldly into the mic of her phone, "So you think you can keep cheating on me, and I wouldn't fucking find out?! Did you think I won't taste that woman's pussy on your dick! Haven't you ever wondered why I haven't fucking touched you in two years? Now I'm done with you! You're going to watch as someone with a real cock fucks me, like I had to watch as you fucked your sister with that limp noodle you call a dick!" she said, her dangling breasts filled the camera as she backed up.

"Look at it Robert! This is a cock!" Caroline said taunting him as her labia glided along Simon's cock. Her body blocking out his face so Robert wouldn't know who was going to fuck her. Her hands held onto the armrest as she placed her right foot then her left onto the seat cushion. "Baby, don't worry I want your hot cum deep inside of me. So, don't worry if you cum to quickly. My pussy..." Caroline gasped as she slowly lowered herself onto that stiff, fat, stout rod of her nephew's, "Oh god! It's so fucking big!" she moaned loudly as Simon's cock stretched her out. "Oh... I'm so going to cum on this cock," Caroline muttered salaciously passing the halfway point of her nephew's delicious cock. "You like that tight pussy don't you, baby?" she asked her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Sucking in a breath as she rose to were only where the tip remained inside of her cunt, then slamming back down on that hard rod of his. "Oh fuck! Yes! You could never fuck me like this Robert! No, when was the last time you could keep a hard-on without the help of a pill, hmm?" Caroline asked losing herself in the ecstasy that was flooding her body.

"Oh god! I'm going to cum!" Caroline shouted tossing her head back. Her grip tightened on the armrest of the chair as her hot white cream smeared Simon's cock. "Look at that Robert! In less than five minutes this man has got me off. When was the last time you even tried to give me an orgasm?" she asked breathlessly her hips slowly regaining their momentum. "Baby? I want you to fuck me. I mean really fuck me. I want to feel you for days..." Her jaw hung open in a silent surprised moan as Simon hammered his cock upward into her cunt. His hands held her hips to keep her rooted in place. "Oh... god! Oh yes! Pump that cock into that pussy!" Her head jerked erratically, her muscles rippled, her face contorted as if possessed. "Fuck! God! Yes! Don't stop... fucking... me!" Caroline howled as her womb detonated in the most explosive orgasm she had ever felt before. For fifteen minutes Caroline howled like a banshee as Simon ruthlessly pounded her cunt. Her sex resounded through that house in loud wet slaps as Simon hammered his aunt.

"I can feel it!" Caroline purred with a blissful look on her face as Simon's hot cum flooded her womb. Quickly scurrying off of his cock, talking her phone from the table. "Look at it Robert! Look at all that hot rich cum my man dumped inside of my fuckable pussy," she said placing a leg on the table. Filling the screen with her wet, throbbing, satisfied lips as Simon's cum slowly dripped out of her canal. "Now you can expect to hear from my lawyers, Robert. You should have tried. You should have never have broken my trust. Now I'm going to take everything you have. Maybe then you'll learn to keep that limp thing you call a dick to yourself! Now if you excuse me I have a cock to clean!" Caroline said shutting off the camera.

"Now..." Caroline said spinning on her heel. Tossing her phone onto the couch. "Where was I... ah yes, I need to clean something," she said licking her lips. Her hands rested on Simon's knees as she lowered herself between his legs. "There all clean," Caroline said after his cock left her lips. Rolling her tongue in her mouth loving the taste of her sex, and the last beads of his cum mingled together. Feeling his cum running down her thighs as she gave his rod one last lick. "Zip me up Simon," Caroline said, standing with her back to him holding her dress to her chest. "Thank you, Simon, now I hate to fuck and dash, but I have papers to get served to a deadbeat," she said, checking her makeup in her compact mirror applying a few touch ups. "But don't let that mean I didn't love being fucked by you, nephew," Caroline said, filling his gaze once again with her breasts. Flashing Simon a smile, staring into his eyes hoping he be eager for a round two tomorrow. "Now come walk me to my car," she said patting his hand. She started to help him up, but Simon waved her off.
"Simon?" Caroline said looping her right arm around his left as they walked down the pathway to her car.

"Yeah."

"You won't mind if I come by again tomorrow morning," Caroline said leaning in, "Tomorrow I want you to pound my tight pussy from behind. I want to feel those tight balls slapping my pussy as you fuck me," she whispered lustfully into his ear.

"Sure," Simon said with a coy smile. He had to admit if only to himself Caroline did feel exquisite riding his cock.

"Good, because I'm not leaving town," Caroline said, moving her body in front of his. Knowing her car, and the hedge would block prying eyes. "Not after I felt this thing fucked me so splendidly," she purred rubbing Simon's member. "I do hope you can get it up quickly. I have no wish to not experience this as much as I can." Caroline's lips plucking sweetly at his.

Ten o'clock rolled passed as Simon stepped out onto the back porch. An ice cold glass of Pepsi in his hand, and a book tucking under his arm. The old rocking chair creaking as he lowered himself into that worn seat.

Simon didn't know how long it had been before he heard heels clicking on the floorboards of the porch. His eyes narrowed hatefully as she came into view.

"You aren't welcomed here," Simon growled.

"Don't be like that Simon," Melody pouted, "I thought maybe we could make up," she said, bowing her head her hair cascading out before her, her toe of her high heels grinding into the porch. Her black mid thigh waistcoat was the only thing she was wearing other than her matching black bra and panties.

"Not going to happen, so you best leave my property," Simon said returning to his book.

"Please Simon!" Melody pleaded. Blocking his light as she slightly bent over him, her index finger rested in the nook of the book as she relieved Simon of his reading material. "I promise you'll like what I have to show you," she purred.

"If it's your naked ass I've seen it plenty of times," Simon said annoyed. Reaching for his cane only to have Melody snatch it from him, and tossing it to the other side of the porch.

"You aren't going to run from me Simon. I'm your stepmother," Melody hissed her hands slamming down on the armrest. "You will appreciate me!"

"Suck my dick!" Simon roared. Granted it probably wasn't the best choice of words to say to her given the look in her eyes.

"With pleasure Simon, see was that so hard..." Simon couldn't be more happy to see her as the rear door open. Her green scrubs were distorted by the glass.

"What the hell are you doing here!" Amy screamed as her eyes went to Melody's bare ass, then to her hand that was gripping her brother's cock. "You were told to stay away!"

"I can see my stepson any time I want, Amy," Melody sneered at Amy all the while her hand stroked Simon's cock. "You might not like me, this cock does," she cooed as Simon grew in her hand.

"Fuck you!" Simon yelled batting off her hand.

"Oh, I am going to fuck you, Simon. Don't you doubt that," Melody hissed inches away from his face. "But..." her eyes flickered over to Amy, "When there isn't a audience to interfere," she said reaching down squeezing Simon's cock. "When you see me again you better be in a more receptive mood," Melody growled. Her ass sashaying as she stuck her nose in the air as she passed.

"Simon! She didn't do anything did she?!" Amy asked rushing to his side. "Where's your cane?!"

"She tossed it somewhere over there, so I couldn't slam the door in her face," Simon said pointing across the porch.

"That bitch! Don't worry I'll get it," Amy said squeezing his arm. "Here," she said, blushing as his hand rested over hers.

"Thanks," Simon said, lifting himself out of the chair now that his serenity had been ruined. "While I'm so happy to see you, but isn't it early for lunch?"

"Well," Amy said, her hand running down his right arm before her fingers interlaced with his. "I took an early lunch, and I'm glad I did."

"So am I, or I don't know what I do if you hadn't shown up," Simon said reaching down to pick up his items.

"I'll get that!" Amy said a little too hastily. "You... just go sit down and we'll eat."

"Okay," Simon said slightly perplexed at her tone of voice.

"I got all your favorites, Simon," Amy said her voice quivered for a second. Knowing it was just her and her brother all alone. "Also, I got us two pounds, so you can have sandwiches."

"Cool," Simon said grabbing two plates from the cabinet.

Biting her lip as Simon limped over to the table. She knew even if she offered Simon was stubborn. Yet every night she would count his pills. Happy to find that he was trying the nerve blocker. She didn't want him to be so reliant on the percocet. Although she knew he would forever need to take it, but she hoped to help him take as little of it as possible.

"Simon? How is the nerve blocker?" Amy asked pulling out the items from the bag.

"Fine.Why?"

"No side effects? No negative interactions with your percocet?" Amy asked her hands trailing along his shoulders as she walked behind him for the buns, and two forks and a spoon for the sauce.

"No sis," Simon sighed, "Are you done playing mother hen?" he asked teasingly.

"Only one more question then we can eat," Amy said pouring Simon a drink.

"Okay, what is it?"

"Are you really going to let that bitch fuck you?!" Amy asked staring into his eyes. She wasn't expecting Simon to burst out in laughter.

"Oh, that's a good one, you were joking right?" Simon asked after he was able to gather breathe. "I won't fuck that cunt with a ten foot pole. I'd fuck you before I even think of sticking my dick into that," he said offhandedly, reaching for his glass unaware of the look in Amy's eyes.

"Good. I don't want her claws in you ever again," Amy said, placing a kiss on the top of his head. A wicked smile formed on her lips. She knew he had said it in jest; yet Simon opened the door, and she was going to walk through it.

"God! I forgotten how good they were," Simon moaned heavenly as they finished their early lunch.

"Don't they have BBQ joints where you live?" Amy asked wiping the sauce from the corner of her mouth.

"None like Burner Boy," Simon said, plucking the stray bits of meat that escaped the bun from his plate. He wasn't about to waste a single morsel.

"I'm glad you liked it Simon," Amy said, her hand covering his, giving it a light squeezed. Her eyes glanced to the clock, a sigh resounded in her mind knowing she had to leave. "I have to get back. Walk me to the door?"

"Sure," Simon said pushing himself out of his seat.

"Simon? Do you find me pretty?" Amy asked catching Simon off guard. "Do you find me sexy?"

"You've always been pretty, Amy," Simon said rubbing the back of his head.

"Then maybe you'll kiss me?" Amy asked her hands running up his chest. Moving closer to Simon as they stood in front of the door.

"This really what you want?"

"Yes, Simon. This is what I've wanted since I was sixteen," Amy said, her lips centimeters away from his. "For you to kiss me willing. To feel your passion as our lips locked together." Her eyes widen then closed as she became lost in their kiss. Her hands ran along his back pressing them together. "Mmm..." she muttered as her eyes fluttered opened. Amy jumped in her brother's arms as the doorbell rang.

"What now!" Simon grumbled.

"I'm looking for a private first class Winters," the man said reading from the clipboard in his hand as the door opened.

"Yes? Can I help you..." Simon's voice stilled in his throat as the man looked up from the clipboard.

"Simon?! You're private Winters?" he said in shock. He didn't think he would stumble upon the boy he and his pals used to beat on.

"Once upon a time, I was called that. Now why do you want to know Brad?" Simon asked blocking his view of his sister.

"Oh right! Sorry. I just wasn't expecting it to be you, Simon," Brad said squaring his shoulders, "The members of the local Legion would like to invite you to our meeting hall. Where we hope that you might like to wish to join."

"The Legion? Where did you serve?" Simon asked arching an eyebrow.

"USNBS Georgia," Brad said proudly.

"Oh? A Boomer? I didn't take you for a submariner, Brad. I bet a steel tube filled with guys was right up your alley," Simon smirked.

"Hey," Brad said shrugging his shoulders, "At least I still have two legs," he said, in a good natured rip as he pointed at his cane.

"Oh this?" Simon said, tapping his cane on the floor. "Well, this is so I can support the massive cock I got swinging around."

"Right," Brad said rolling his eyes. "So... as one of the Legions repersentives we offer our sincerest condolences for your lost. We thought maybe your brothers and sisters could help you deal with this tragic time of your life."

"You should go Simon," Amy whispered tugging on his sleeve. She thought maybe being around others that served might help him figure out what was going on inside of his head.

"Sure, I guess."

"Cool. I'll come pick you up at 6:30. That way you'll get to meet all the members," Brad said holding his hand out.

"Long as you don't drive like you used to," Simon said shaking Brad's hand.

"Nah, the Navy taught me better than that," Brad chuckled waving at Simon as he left the porch.

"May I have another kiss, Simon?" Amy asked batting her eyes as she stood in the doorway. How her tongue savored the warmth of his mouth. Her eyes shooting open as Simon's hands grabbed her ass. Hands that she has longed to feel on her body. Now she hated the fact she had to go. If she had more time maybe, just maybe she could get him to touch something else.

"Simon?" Pamela called out as she entered his home.

"What?!" Simon called back from the master bedroom. For most of the day he had been rearranged the room.

"Simon!" Pamela gasped snatching her rather luscious underwear from his hands. "Just what do you think your doing?!" Her chest heaved as she held the matching underwear to her chest.

"What? This is my room, Mom. What does it look like?" Simon asked gesturing to his bag. "Now what are you doing with such under garments in my house?"

"Well..." Pamela's cheeks heated as her son starred at her.

"Yes?" Simon said crossing his arms.

"Is it wrong that I want to feel sexy, and to show you how sexy I can be for you?" Pamela asked taking a step forward. "Is it wrong that you excite my body?"

"Some would say, yes? It's wrong for you to feel like that for your own son," Simon said putting most of his weight on his right leg.

"But do you find it wrong? After all I am your cum dumpster," Pamela said, feeling her body heat as she stood inches away from her son. "Well, do you, Simon, find it wrong that your mother wants to feel sexy for you?"

"No.." Simon said scratching his cheek, "I guess I don't."

"Then may I have a load, please?"

"I don't know, I do have to get ready," Simon said looking over at the clock.

"Please! I'll make you cum quick I promise!" Pamela pleaded. She needed her fix. She needed to taste her son's cum. "Please baby! Don't make your mother beg!"

"Well, hurry up," Simon said, pushing his shorts to the floor.

"Yes dear," Pamela said, tossing her under garments onto the bed. Kicking her heels across the floor. Her skirt slid down her legs, quickly unbuttoning her shirt she didn't want his cum to stain it. Not when her skin wanted to feel his seed.

"Do you always go to work in crotchless panties?" Simon asked eyeing his mother's trimmed martini shaped patch of brunette hair.

"Only..." Pamela's face went beet red, "When I want to touch myself in my office."

"Oh? Is that so? And just who were you thinking about?"

"You. Simon," Pamela said, biting her lip as she watched his cock stiffen.

"Well then, I guess I better unload this in a certain place then shouldn't I?" Simon said with a coy smile.

"Simon, what do you mean?" Pamela asked her heart fluttering hoping it was what she had been praying for since he came back a few days ago.

"Turn around, bend over, and bracing yourself against the dresser," Simon said, stepping out of his shorts, his finger doing a slow circle directing her.

"Really?! Oh Simon!" Pamela said, her eyes going wide, feeling her slickness growing within her canal.

"Well, you did say you would get me off quickly, did you not? And a pussy that hasn't been fucked in..."

"Six years," Pamela squeaked.

"I wonder how tight that cunt will be?" Simon said arcing an eyebrow.

"Well..." Pamela said, quickly spinning around placing her hands on the lip of the dresser. "Stick that cock inside of your cum dumpster and find out," she said, wiggling her ass at her son. Her eyes fluttered in the mirror as Simon slapped his cock against her clit. "Oh Simon! I forgotten how big you were!" Pamela moaned as Simon eased his cock into her eager cunt. Her nails scrapped down that polished surface. "Fuck!" she cried out as Simon thrust hard into her, "Yes Simon! Fuck your mother!" Pamela purred as his cock began it's increasing pace through her folds. "Mmm... god! You feel so good baby! That's it use that pussy as your play thing!"

"Oh, you like being my cum dumpster?" Simon asked slapping her ass.

"Mmmhmm," Pamela cooed as her breasts swung with each thrust. "I'll be whatever you want baby. Your cum dumpster, your whore, your slut mother, I don't care I'll take whatever punishment you want to give me. Just so long as you fuck me with that fucking cock!" she said, biting her lip as her womb quivered threateningly.

"Such a dirty mother getting so wet being fucked by her son," Simon said spanking her ass again.

"Oh god! I'm going to cumming!" Pamela yelled as her folds clamped down on her son's cock.

"I got to say you do have a tight pussy," Simon grunted, "Although not as tight as Aunt Caroline's," he said with a devious smirk.

"What!" Pamela roared. "You let her fuck you!"

"Oh yeah, I plan on fucking her again," Simon said riding his mother as she tried to buck him off.

"Simon! Take that cock out of me!"

"No, I'm fucking my whore mother," Simon said, reaching up grabbing on of her hair riding out her fury.

"God damn it! Simon!" Pamela growled she knew not to give into her anger or her lust as her orgasm neared. "Fuck! I... don't want you fucking her... ever again." she said through heaves of breathes.

"I don't think you get to tell me who I can or can't fuck," Simon said, losing his interest in fucking her. Not telling his mother as he released his load into her.

"I do when you're fucking me," Pamela growled using the dresser to steady her legs.

"Then I guess that be the last time I do," Simon said coldly walking towards the bathroom.

"What?!" Pamela said dumbfounded.

"What? Were my words too difficult to understand?" Simon asked looking back at her as he grabbed a towel.

"But... Simon..."

"You raped your own son, and you expected me to fuck only you," Simon snorted in disgust. "If you think that you can get out of my house."

"Simon! Please!" Pamela rushed to the door. Her fist pounding on it. "I'm sorry, please don't push me out!" she begged as her forehead pressed against the door. "I love you sweetheart. I only want you for myself; but I understand where your coming from." Pamela said hearing the rings of the shower curtain sliding along the bar. "Please don't let my jealousy that another woman gets to touch you, make you push me away."

"Then..." Simon said opening the door, "I'll fuck who I want when I want. You are a cum dumpster nothing more, nothing less," he said seeing her eye twitch.

"I understand," Pamela sighed seeing that smoldering anger in his eyes. "Please, Simon, call me Mom not cum dumpster. I might be that, but can you not use it as my title."

"We'll see," Simon said closing the door in her face.

**********

"Mom? Why are you crying?" Amy asked as she closed the door.

"I think I might have screwed up," Pamela said wiping away her tears.

"Why?" Amy asked looking around for her brother then looking down at her phone. Silently cursing to herself knowing she had just missed him.

"Did you know Caroline fucked Simon?" Pamela asked with the undertones of bitterness.

"When?" Amy asked slightly annoyed with her brother. If he could fuck his aunt then why not her?

"I don't know, but when he was fucking..."

"What?!" Amy shouted as her hands slammed onto the back of the couch. "Why am I the only one Simon isn't fucking?"

"Well... sweetheart, he only did it because he was in a rush. Plus, I don't think you would want to be what I am."

"And what's that?" Amy asked crossing her arms her anger apparent on her face.

"I'm his cum dumpster. It's my punishment for what I did to him."

"Oh... so he was fucking you and then what?" Amy asked rolling her hand.

"And Simon said Caroline was tighter than I was. I lost it. To think that she had fucked my son. To be one that felt his cock first. I kind of..." Pamela stuttered hanging her head in shame for her actions.

"What did you do Mom?" Amy asked in a tired sigh.

"I told him he wasn't to fuck her any more."

"Mom, you didn't!" Amy said in shock.

"I know. I know. I allowed my jealousy to get the better of me. But to think he would kick me out of this house... it was just to much to take," Pamela said sobbing once again.

**********

"So how did you know where I lived?" Simon asked as he and Brad entered the Legion hall.

"Well, the president found your address on your release papers, along with your accommodations," Brad said giving Simon a knowing smirk. "Just how did you earn the silver star?" The once noisy bar/meeting hall came deathly silent as all waited to hear Simon's explanation.

"Trust me I didn't really want it," Simon said offhandedly, sighing as the group waited with pointed looks. "We were traveling light, since there wasn't a need for the whole platoon for a small explosive they found. So it was eight of us traveling down this dusty road," he said sinking down into the seat as one of the members held it steady for him. "Thanks," Simon said over his shoulder.

"Not a problem," the middle aged man said patting Simon's right shoulder.

"I never knew what that village was called or even if it had a name. The leading Humvee was taken out by an RPG, flipping it backwards, crushing the driver and passenger of the Humvee I was riding in. I don't know how it happened, rather it was from the tremors of the explosion, or someone set it off remotely. Ten feet to our left an IED went off. Most of the armor plating adsorbed the blast but not enough," Simon said rubbing his leg underneath the table, "I dragged my Sargent out as she screamed in pain and fear at the lost of her legs. All the while I was firing at anything that moved. After I got her bleeding under control, I notice what remained of my lower leg. Pushing that to the back of my mind, dragging my body back to the twisted remains of our Humvee praying the radio stilled worked. I wasn't about to die in that god forsaken dessert. So after the conformation that my distress signal got through. I dragged myself back to were my Sargent was. For ten minutes all I heard was yelling, gunfire, screaming of the dying, and my words to my Sargent to keep her awake so she wouldn't fall into shock. It was her that put my name in for the medal. I didn't think I deserved it. To me I was only doing what I was trained to do, to fight, and to survive. When I heard the roar of the chopper blades, and rapid fire of the .50 calibers of the companies Humvees that came to our rescue. It was my captain's words that broke through the tunnel vision I gotten when those ten minutes felt like an eternity to me. Next thing I knew I woke up in the hospital in Germany."
"Damn," Brad said waving at the waitress for two beers. "So what happened to your Sargent?"

"Discharged like me, since well..." Simon said, tapping the handle of his cane against the table. "She and her husband helps out with their local wounded warrior project affiliate."

Two beers in and an hour an a half later. Simon was feeling weird as if he had drank a fifth of vodka or a case of beer. His eyes were blurry, his coordination was off, his speech slurred. "Damn. Should have looked up the effects the nerve blocker with alcohol, because this has never happened on the straight pain killers, or was it both?" Simon asked himself as he fumbled to pull his phone from his pocket.

"Sis?" Simon sent a text trying to keep his focus on the small screen.

"Yes Simon?"

"Something's wrong, do you mind coming and picking me up?" Simon texted back trying to shake the dizziness from his head.

"What?! Okay! You stay there, I'll be there in ten minutes!" Amy sent back.

Simon looked up as whistles and cat calls resounded in the Legion hall. His Adams apple bobbed as his sister's heels clicked along the wood flooring. Her black mini skirt swayed showing off her smooth tone legs. Her red halter top conformed to her chest, detailing every aspect of her heavenly orbs.

"This is a..." Brad began to say stopping himself as he watched that beautiful woman dripping herself along Simon's shoulders. "Simon? Do you know this woman?"

"I'm his girlfriend," Amy said smiling sweetly at Brad, "Say anything to contradict me, and I'll let everyone here know you fucked your aunt and your mother," she whispered into Simon's ear.

"Okay..." Brad said, clearing his throat eyeing Simon in a new light. "I get that, but you can't just walk in here."

"Oh, I'm sorry! Simon, here is having problems, it seems his new medication isn't reacting to well..." Amy said glancing down at the beer bottles, "To the alcohol in those beers," she said pointing to the empty bottles.

"Dude! Why didn't you tell me?!" Brad asked rushing to his feet.

"Oh, my Simon is quite stubborn," Amy said, her fingers weaving through his hair. "When he told me you came by the house he was eager to be around those that were like him. No matter how he was feeling he simply didn't want to ruin your night," she lied blatantly.

"Still. Man, Simon, that doesn't matter you should have told me, I would've taken you home," Brad said shaking his head, "Here, let me help you get him to the car."

"Why, thank you," Amy said, flashing Brad a genuine smile.

"No problem," Brad said, lifting Simon out of the chair.

"Here, you go, baby," Amy said, handing Simon his cane, her eyes taunting him to rebuff her words.

"Thanks," Simon's voice slurred.

"You know I'm always happy to help you," Amy said warmly, her hand rubbing his back as they walked to the door.

"You won't happen to have a sister would ya?" Brad asked with a coy smirk.

"No," Amy said shaking her head, "I do have a brother though," she said, giving Simon a sly glance.

"Shame," Brad grunted as he helped Simon into the passenger seat.

"I know someone, though her schedule has been kind of hectic as of late. If you're only looking for a one night stand..." Amy said, looking up at Brad as she pulled out her phone.

"What?! No! Those days are long behind me," Brad said aghast at the thought.

"Good," Amy nodded, "I would hate to find out you only wanted one thing from her..."

"No ma'am. I wouldn't do anything like that."

"Good. Tell Stacy I-Amy-gave you her name and number," Amy said, quickly writing her friends number down on the palm of his hand. "Just don't break my friend," she smirked coyly patting his cheek.

"Where are we going?" Simon asked looking down as the passing tress messed with his intoxicated brain. "This isn't the way to my house," he slurred. Wondering just how long he was going to feel like this.

"Somewhere were you and I can talk," Amy said, patting his hand before her fingers curled around his hand. "Privately," she said speeding down the interstate.

"But why?"

"You know why Simon!" Amy hissed glancing at Simon coldly.

"I don't think I do," Simon hiccupped.

"First you fuck Aunt Caroline, then you fuck Mom! Why haven't you fucked me yet Simon?!"

"Oh!"

"Oh! Oh! Is that all you fucking have to say!" Amy growled hastily turning onto the off ramp to the state park. Where she knew they would be alone. Leaves swirled in the air as her car sped down the road, her tires squealed as she pulled into the first deserted parking lot. "Now Simon..." Amy said steadying her breath, "Answer me. Why haven't you fucked me yet?" she asked turning his chin towards her. "Am I not pretty enough? Am I not helpful enough? Haven't I been sincere enough in my feelings for you?!"

"Amy, in these six years you haven't lost that beauty that you had when you stood in my doorway holding that cup of hot chocolate," Simon said, his words spilling from his lips. His intoxicated mind unable to stop them from escaping his lips.

Amy's hand shot to her mouth to hide her trembling lip. She was glad for the darkness, so Simon couldn't see the glistening of her eyes.

"Then why Simon? Why haven't I felt your touch like Mom and Caroline has?" Amy asked sweetly.

"Because I don't want to fall in love with you only to have you die like grandma did," Simon said, his eyes widening as the words left his lips.

"What?! Simon, what do you mean by that?" Amy asked in shock.

"She... helped me, showed me it was okay to feel attracted to a family member. She made loved to me on my hospital bed. I didn't think having sex with with my grandmother would bring out something. That I thought only belonged in normal relationships," Simon said, a tear running down his cheek.

"What did she show you, Simon?" Amy asked her hand rubbing his forearm. Quite shocked to hear that the two people that were so distraught by their actions six years ago. Would do the something that broke apart their family.

"Love. I fell in love with her. I don't know how it happened. Over the eight months of my rehabilitation every time I looked into her eyes. I found something that I wasn't expecting to find. It's the same way you look at me," Simon said wiping away the tear, "But she wanted me to grow into my own, not to be tied down to her."

"Simon," Amy said. Taking off her heels, they would only get in the way of what she had planned. "Maybe..." crawling over the console, kneeling on the seat, her hand reaching down pulling on the lever. A sinfully smile graced her lips as Simon fell backwards to the seats limit. Nearly making the seat flat as a bed, her hands ran up his chest as she leaned forward. "Grandma, knew there was someone out there that could and would always take care you. Maybe she knew her time was short, and hoped you would find that somebody. But Simon can't you see I am that person," Amy said lovingly, her hand sneakily ran down his chest. Her green eyes flashed devilishly as she starred down at her brother, as her hand slipped beneath the waistband of his jeans. "In these six long years I've only thought of you, Simon. No other man has..." Amy scowled as she felt his phone vibrate and rang against her thigh.

"How the fuck did that bitch get my number!" Simon growled as he viewed the picture text Melody sent him.

"Who?" Amy asked turning his hand. "I always knew she was a fucking slut," she spat looking at the nude photo of Melody posing for the camera. Her eyes narrowing when she recognized the number. "That's dad's number, why would he be sending you this?!"

"I don't fucking know, you tell me? You were fucking him were you not?"

"Not in six years Simon, that was what I was trying to tell you," Amy said, pushing his phone away so his attention would be solely on her. "No man," she said, taking hold of his right hand. Her left hand covering his as she brought it to her left breast. Her sultry eyes starred down at him, biting her lip as Simon gently squeezed her breast. Feeling that tight bud of hers tightening underneath the palm of his hand. "Has touch me," Amy cooed guiding his hand down her stomach. Her muscles rippled as it moved over her covered mound. "Here!" she purred loudly. Tossing her head back, her eyes fluttering as she felt the man she loved finally touching her womanhood.

"Shall we find out if that's true?!" Simon asked not waiting for her answer. His fingers pushed aside her panties.

Amy's eyes went wide, her mouth hung frozen in place. Feeling her cunt eagerly accepting her brother's fingers. "Oh yes! Yes Simon! Right there!" Amy cried out as Simon rubbed that dime size rough patch. Her fingers cured around his t-shirt as his appendages glided through her awakening mound. Her mouth froze in the shape of an "O" when Simon rolled his thumb along her clitoris. "Yes baby! Don't fucking stop!" Amy begged as her hips moved on their own. "Oh god! I always... I prayed this... your fingers would feel so good deep inside of me," she stuttered.

"Seems you were telling the truth," Simon said, increasing the upward thrust into his sister's cunt.

"Mmmhmm," Amy muttered salaciously. Amy gave her brother a sly smirk as she unsnapped the button of his jeans. "Oh fuck! Yes, yes, let me fuck those fingers Simon," she whimpered as her hips rocked rapidly on his fingers.

"Cum Amy, I know that's what you been awaiting on," Simon said devilishly, pressing hard on her clit as he rubbed hard on her throbbing pink bud.

"Oh Simon!" Amy moaned as her womb sent down a torrent of cream. "I've needed that for so... long," she said breathlessly, "But I need this even more," Amy purred as her hand ran up and down her brother's hard covered cock. Her eye twitched as Simon's phone rang again.

"Simon. I know you like my body you always have. What happened years' ago maybe I shouldn't have done that to you, but it is what it is. Now I'm your stepmother, and as such I demand you fuck this pussy of mine. Trust me my pussy is far better than that sister of yours. Don't waste this chance Simon, we are only here for two more days; and I want to feel my son between my legs before we leave. When we see each other again I want that cock out for me to taste." Amy's eyes narrowed hatefully as she read the text Melody sent her brother with close up view of her cunt. Which in her opinion looked like an overcooked roast beef sandwich.

"I show you who's pussy is better," Amy growled at the phone before pushing it away. Roughly pushing down Simon's underwear, pushing aside her own, Amy looked at her brother as she posed the head of his cock at her entrance. "Oh Simon! I knew you were big... but damn..." Hissing as she quickly rose taking a few breathes as her canal grew accustom to his size. Her body quaked in bliss as she inched down on that hard, thick, hot pole of his. "Touch me like you would grandma," Amy whispered pleadingly. Gooseflesh rose along her skin as her brother's hands moved lightly along her body. The way his thumbs circled around her areolas. How his hands cradled her breasts as her hips slowly rocked along that steel rod. The way his right hand pressed gently on the back of her neck. Her heart raced in anticipation as Simon brought her closer to his lips inch by inch. Her muscles trembled as his left hand danced down her spine. A moan rumbled deep within her chest as their lips touched, and the way his hand squeezed her ass. Her eyes shot wide as Simon thrust matched her own downward ones. Sending that hard tool into the depths of her womanhood that hadn't felt the touch of a man in so long. Amy squealed into his mouth as she orgasmed on that cock of his.

"Oh... fuck... yes! Make me cum again Simon, your sister needs you to make her feel like a woman again," Amy moaned wantonly. Breathing heavily into his hair, as Simon rapidly propelled his cock upwards into her liquefying cunt. "God! You feel so good inside of me little brother!" she howled in joy as his thrust showed no sign of weakening.

Sweat dripped from her nose; the windows supported a nice layer of fog, as her sex filled the her car in its aroma. Four times Simon had made her cum. Four times he had made her womb cream. Four times he had made her howl like a banshee. Yet she needed something. She needed something only Simon could give her. Amy knew she was at the peak of her ovulation. With her mother at the age of 46 and her aunt a few years younger than Pamela. It was up to her to ensure that she was the one that carried Simon's child.

"Simon," Amy said, a soft glow radiated off her skin. Her fingers skimming his cheeks as she looked lovingly into his eyes. "I meant every word. I do want to take care of you. I want to truly be yours now and forever. I've loved you since I was sixteen. I can think of nothing better than the way we are now, to be like this, sharing everything our bodies can offer to one another," she said, mimicking the words her grandmother spoke on the video will. "Please baby don't cry, as grandmother showed you it's okay to love me. To love your family like this," Amy said, placing a kiss on the palm of his hand before placing it on her breast. She knew those tears were more for his time with their grandmother than it was for her words. Yet she didn't care. All that matter to her was Simon was with her and deep inside her. "Now cum inside of the woman that will always be yours!"

"So no more fucking Dad?"

"N...o," Amy stuttered shaking her head, "I only want you, Simon. Oh yes! Yes Simon! Fill up my womb!" she howled her folds squeezed his cock, as that hot seed shot forth.

"So it seems I must destroy the bitch, seeing how she didn't take the hint six years ago," Simon said angrily, as they drove back home. His eyes narrowing at the text and the pictures Melody had sent.

"Simon? What are you going to do?" Amy asked worried about what was brewing inside his head.

"Don't you find it odd nothing happened to them?! That me, grandma, and aunt Caroline were the ones you all hurt the most. Yet nothing happens to these two, that they move off have a kid and what? Just how long was Melody cheating on me, Amy?" Simon asked looking over at her.

"About a year, Simon," Amy whispered.

"And just how did she get involved in what I saw that day?"

"She walked in on us as Mom was getting split roasted by grandpa and uncle Robert, and Dad was fucking me," Amy said matter-of-fact, "She threatened all of us. Telling us she'll tell the whole world about what we were doing, yet all the while eyeing Dad's cock," she said, her hand gripping the steering wheel tighter.

"And how and why did you get involved in that?" Simon asked quizzically.

"Well..." Amy said looking away scratching her cheek, "I found Mom standing in your doorway - naked mind you - one night when you were sound asleep. She was tired of how uncle, grandpa, and Dad treated her. Always using her as if she was just a whore to fulfill their needs. She wanted a man to see her as a woman and not some fuck toy. She thought to take you as hers, to show you want she could offer you; to make you see that she was the only one you needed. But you were sixteen, and soon Mom came to her senses. She knew she couldn't do that to you, or so I thought," she said hinting at what happened six years ago. "So I offered myself to her to protect you, Simon."

"Protect me?" Simon asked confused.

"Yes Simon," Amy nodded, "I told you. I love you, and I'm your older sister it's my job to look out for you. So I took her by the hand led her to my room, and gave my body to Mom. I didn't want you to be caught up in what we were doing until you could make that decision for yourself. So I let them use my body, all so that you - Simon - would be protected from them," she said squeezing Simon's hand.

"Oh?!" Simon said mulling it over.

"So whatever you do Simon, just remember what I've done to keep you safe. So that whatever it is you're going to do doesn't come back onto us, because I want us to grow closer to one another," Amy said, praying that Simon would heed her words.

"Hmm..." Simon said, dropping his chin into his hand as they pulled onto their street. "I have to think about this," he said glancing out of the corner of his eye. Wondering if a fraction of what she said was true.

"I'm willing to help Simon. You have no idea how I hate that women. The things she would always say to you, all the while putting on a pretty face for you," Amy growled hatefully.

"You know I'm probably going to destroy Dad too, right? Since it was his phone she sent this crap from," Simon said coldly.

"I figured as much, Simon. Did you know he had the audacity to text me during grandma's funeral. Asking me to suck his cock, and to meet him in the bathroom so he could fuck me?!" Simon contained his anger, now it was certain. He was going to make his father watch. "No one disrespects my grandmother!" Simon hissed angrily inside his head.

"Simon?" Pamela said, kneeling on a pillow waiting for them to return. Her eyes downcast, her hands folded in her lap. She prayed, she hoped she could get him to change his mind. "Please don't send me way!" she pleaded tears reaming her eyes as she looked up at him as the door opened. "I'll do anything you want. I'll be anything you need, just please don't kick me out."

"Is it true?" Simon asked as Amy closed the door.

"Is what true?" Pamela asked confused.

"That when I was sixteen you were standing nude in my doorway. Thinking on making me see you as a woman?" Simon asked looking down at his mother.

"Then Amy told you?" Pamela asked her eyes glancing over at Amy. "Yes Simon. While I'm not proud of how low I was at the time. But yes, I was a hairs breath away from crawling into your bed and making you see me as a woman and not your mother."

"So then it's true they used you like a cum dumpster?"

"Y-yes," Pamela said, lip trembled remembering her youth when her father and brother took advantage of her. "But!" she said, her hands shooting out taking hold of his pants legs. "I'll be that for you, baby! Your mother will be anything you need, just please don't leave me!"

"No," Simon said shaking his head, "I no longer need a cum dumpster..."

"Then..." Pamela began to say only to be stopped by Simon's hand.

"Let me finish."

"Okay," Pamela said, her cheeks heated in embarrassment.

"What I need now is a slut mother," Simon said bending down, his fingers skimming along her jaw tilting her chin up. "Don't you think so?"

"Oh yes! I'll be your slut, baby," Pamela cooed rubbing her hands along his thighs. "I'll always make sure you're satisfied, Simon."

"I have a question for you, my little slut," Simon said smirking deviously down at his mother.

"Yes, I hope it's will I suck your cock, because your slut is hungry," Pamela purred matching his smirk with one of her own.

"Maybe later," Simon said, his finger brushing along his mother's right cheek.

"Okay, then what is it?" Pamela huffed slightly pouting.

"How," Simon said, his face inches away from hers. An evil, cruel, sinful light flared in Simon's chocolate brown eyes. "Would you like to help me destroy Dad and his little whore?"

"With pleasure!"

To Be Continued...
A Family Destroyed Ch. 04
Melody's destruction is complete and it was glorious!
Let's play spot the crossover. Lol. This story is rather long I hope you all enjoy this last installment to this series. Thanks Jneric for the feedback.

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The pale light of the TV set bathed Caroline's naked body as she inserted the DVD into the player. Looking back as Simon sat cross legged on the bed. Hitting the play button as the tile screen appeared. The ivory keys resounded as the hammers struck the strings. The camera was centered on Judy's back as his grandmother played her piano. The notes tugging at his heart as the song began.

"Sing along with me Simon. I know, you know this song," Judy said glancing coyly at the camera. "This is the song I sang to you that night," she said flashing the camera a knowing smile.

"I heard there was a secret cord." Simon's lower lip trembled as his grandmother's sweet voice echoed through the speakers of his TV. "That David played and it pleased the Lord. But you don't care for music, do you?" Simon's voice broke as he sang along. "It goes like this: the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift, the baffled king composing Hallelujah."

"Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah," Simon said singing in time with his grandmother. Caroline's hands ran along his shoulders as she kissed lightly on his neck. She knew the closeness they shared before her death. She knew how hard Simon was taking her passing. Yet he needed to watch this. Judy had tasked her with ensuring her final wish be fulfilled for her loving grandson. Caroline was all the more willing to aid her former mother in-law. Hugging him tenderly, pressing her naked breasts into his back feeling his cum running down her canal as she rocked him.

"Well, your faith was strong but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof." Simon's voice rose to match his grandmother's. "Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya," Judy glanced slyly over at the camera. Hoping he remembered the nights they shared. "She tied you to her kitchen chair. And she broke your throne, she cut your hair, and from your lips, she drew the Hallelujah," Judy sang smiling sensuously at the camera blowing her grandson a kiss.

"But baby I've been here before. I've seen this room, and I've walked this floor. You know, I used to live alone before I knew ya. And I've seen your flag on the marble arch. And love isn't a victory march. It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah," Judy sang high causing Simon's voice to ring throughout the house, stirring those that still slumbered in their beds.

Their feet dancing lightly on the floor as they snuck down the hall. Stopping when they heard his voice. Looking at each other they never knew Simon could sing. How that angelic voice melted their hearts. They could feel the sorrow of his words as he sang along.

"Well, there was a time you let me know. What's really going on below." Judy sang low her eyes flashing towards the camera hinting at the darkness she had banished long ago that had taken over his heart. "But you never show that to me do ya. But remember when I moved in you. That holy dove was moving too. And every breath we drew Hallelujah."

Pamela reached over taking hold of Amy's hand as she heard her son's tears. She had no clue why her mother's death was affecting her son so hard. She looked to her daughter it appeared to her she knew the reason. She could see how Amy wanted to go rushing into his room to comfort her brother. Yet they both knew someone else was currently occupying his bed.

"Maybe there's a God above. But all I ever learned from love. Was to shoot somebody that outdrew ya," Judy sang her ruby lips curving into a warm sweet smile. "And it's not the cry you hear at night. It's not somebody who's seen the light. It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah."

"Now baby," Judy said as the notes faded away, "I know you. I know your heart Simon. You allowed me to experience something I thought I would never know again. Love. A love that knows no boundaries between us. I know the darkness that once lurked within you. I pray that you haven't fallen back into that hole. This is why I put this all into motion during my last days. So that I would know the man that made love to me for eight months wouldn't sink back into that abyss. That I would know he would be taken care of since I could not. How you made this old woman feel wanted, desired, loved, and cared for the months we had together. Something I'm shamed to say your grandfather never truly did all those years' we were married.

I don't blame you Simon. I blame Philip. How could he do such a thing to his own daughter!" Judy chuckled shaking her head. "I sound like a hypocrite, don't I?" she asked looking into the camera. "Especially, after what you and I did young man. Simon, do you ever think back to those nights? Where we would explore each others bodies, do you touch yourself still to this old woman that made love to you?" Judy asked looking lovingly into the camera.

Pamela's eyes went wide in shock. She never thought her own mother had taken her son. That her mother was there for her son when she wasn't. That her mother healed her son when it should've been her that nursed Simon back from whatever her mother spoke of. That it should have been her experiencing the eight months of bliss that she heard in her mother's voice.

"Do you remember the nights you shared my bed when you came to town to check on me?"

"Of course!" Simon's voice echoed down the hall.

Pamela felt her jealousy towards her mother rising. She knew of the numerous times that her mother had acted rather strange. Her mother had this glow about her for days whenever Pamela visited her. At the time she had no clue as to it's cause. Yet now, as she looked back, Pamela put two and two together. Why hadn't she seen it before? Why didn't she question her mother? Why did she keep her son hidden from her?

"If you do, then maybe, just maybe you'll be willing to hear my final request to you, Simon. You know I love you, far more than what a grandmother should, but I digress; and it always pained me because I could never give you what I truly wanted to bring into this world. I'm far to old to carry another child. However," Judy said mischievously holding up her finger. "Your mother, sister, and Caroline aren't, so my sweet soldier give your dear grandmother a child, or better yet, lots of great grand babies!" Judy said giggling. "I know you might be apprehensive to do that with your family, given what your mother did to you. But Simon hasn't it been long enough?! Hasn't your anger kept your family away for far too long? You know I only want what is best for you. So what do you say, hmm? Won't you grant your grandmother one last request?" she asked batting her eyelashes at the camera.

"Now my handsome soldier," Judy said as the DVD neared its end. "Live a good life. Be happy Simon no matter what you do, no matter if you forfeited my will. I want you to be happy Simon. I just hope you put aside your anger for the good of this family. Family is important Simon. You will need them if that darkness returns. They can give you what I could not. A life. A purpose. And if you're lucky - Love. Now be good Simon. We will see each other again," Judy said waving at the camera before it shut off.

"Shhh! It's okay Simon," Caroline whispered softly stroking his hair as she pressed his face into her bosom. "That's it, let it all out," she said rubbing his back. "Judy, loved you so very much Simon. She wouldn't have said all that, or set this all in motion if she didn't truly love you Simon. I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you," Caroline said placing a kiss on the top of his head as Simon hugged her tight.

"If my Simon needs anyone it is I!" Pamela growled as she stood in the doorway to Simon's bedroom. When she heard Caroline comforting her son. She could no longer hide in the shadows when her son needed her.

"Oh?! But out of the three of us who here can legally marry Simon?" Caroline asked firing off her opening salvo against Pamela's exposed flank.

"So! That doesn't matter aunt!" Amy said nearly shouting as she pushed her way into her brother's room. "What matters is that the only one Simon needs is me!"

"No Amy," Pamela said shaking her head, "My son needs only his mother. Only I know how to take care of my sweet boy," she said, her eyes ran down her son's naked body.

"Oh? Aren't you a tad too old to carry Simon's child, hmm?" Caroline asked standing nose to nose with Pamela.

"Aren't you as well?" Amy asked joining the fray.

Simon sat on his bed. His head on a swivel as the three of them argued in his room. An amused smirk graced his lips as Simon rested his chin in his hand. If he had to guess they would make great guest on the Jerry Springer show. Leaning to his left trying to see his sister's mound as the hem of the shirt she wore to bed rose above her ass.

"Simon..." Amy began to say only to see his eyes on her - namely her exposed ass. "See! That just shows you who he really wants!" Amy said, pointing her finger at him in triumph.

"No it doesn't!" Caroline huffed crossing her arms beneath her breasts. "Watch," she said before smacking her ass. All watched as Simon's eyes watched it's hypnotic jiggling. "See. Your brother just so happens to be an ass man."

"No, I'm not," Simon said stilling their argument, "It's just how often does one experience three rather..."

"Yes?! Do go on sweetheart," Pamela cooed as she sashayed towards the foot of the bed. "What was it that you were about to call me?" she asked her fingers running along his jaw as she leaned on the bed. Knowing how her own t-shirt she wore to bed hung open. Displaying her breasts to her son as her left knee rested on the edge of the bed.

"Mom, I think Simon was referring to me," Amy said lightly shoving Pamela as she joined her mother on the bed.

"He so wasn't," Caroline snorted, "Obviously, Simon was talking about me, the woman he had just fucked splendidly on this very bed," she said, a predatory light flared in her eyes as she clawed towards him.

"Well...do tell Simon? Just what were you going to say?" Pamela asked the pads of her finger skimmed along his jaw tilting it upwards while drawing Simon towards her. Her thumb kissed along his upper lip, brushing away a lingering tear. "Baby, you must have loved my mother very much. I'm sorry she's gone. Love like that is a rare thing, but I'm here Simon. You're being selfish keeping this man that could make my mother fall in love with him from me(us). Won't you show this man to me? I want to know the real you, baby," Pamela said sensuously kissing her son.

"I - and I think they know - it may take time," Amy said crawling into his lap, "However, I'm not going anywhere Simon," she said, breathing heavily into his ear as her feather light touch danced along his soft member. "Whatever this...darkness is I'm going to be here by your side helping you overcome it," Amy whispered her soft, firm breasts pressed lightly against his chest, her velvety lips brushed against his ear. "So show your sister this man that grandma fell for," she said slowly rolling her hips.

"So what was it, hmm?" Caroline purred rubbing her cheek against his smirking at Pamela.

A deep sigh escaped his lips, "It's just how often does one experience three rather beautiful women standing in their bedroom?"

"Oh?! Simon, is that true? That you find your mother beautiful?" Pamela cooed looking deeply into his eyes. Seeing the pain of his lost deep within the depths of his chocolate brown eyes. How she wanted to hold him, to caress him, to take care of her son as only a mother could.

"Yes," Simon huffed as they hugged him tightly.

"Will you show us this man you once were with grandma?" Amy asked her nose nuzzling his neck. Narrowing her eyes noticing the time. "We'll talk about this when I get home okay?"

"Okay."

"And Simon?" Amy said feeling her juices starting to coat his naked thigh.

"Hmm?"

"When I get home I want you to make love to me. I want to experience everything grandma did. Don't you find it unfair that you show us one side of you while grandma got to see the whole you?" Amy asked hating that she had to leave him and that awaking cock underneath her hand.

"Maybe," Simon said. He didn't know if he could open himself up again like that. He didn't know if they could handle the horror that tormented his mind that the war gave him. He didn't know if they could be able to handle it like his grandmother did. Yet as he looked into his mother's and sister's eyes. Simon saw their determination, their truth, their conviction.

"Yes, don't you think the women in your life deserves to know that side of you," Caroline purred her hands ran down his chest, "That we might experience that joy, that bliss I saw in Judy's eyes when I helped her make that video. You know she called you her greatest love. I want that Simon. I too want to be desired, wanted, and loved like I saw in Judy."

"Well baby, it seems we aren't going anywhere any time soon," Pamela said lovingly, "So think it over, grow to trust us to know we won't run away, or ever leave you," she said softly her hand brushing his hair gently. "I'm always going to be here to care for you."

"I have to go," Caroline whispered into his ear, "I hope you, my sexy nephew, don't mind if I join you for dinner?"

"Nope."

"Can we have chicken cordon bleu?" Caroline asked nibbling on his earlobe.

"Sure."

"Good," she cooed breathing in his scent wanting to take him once again. "I'll pick us all up dinner," Caroline said, making sure his head ran through the valley her breast as she rose to her knees. "I can't wait to wake you up in the morning," she said winking at him before she rolled off the bed.

"Now that we are finally alone," Pamela said, closing the door after her daughter, and old childhood friend left her son's room. Her fingers turned the lock on the doorknob. "Tell me baby, why?" she asked approaching his bed.

"Why what?" Simon asked tilting his head to the side.

"Why was it you allowed my mother," Pamela said leaning forward. The weight of her hands decompressed the mattress as she brought her knee up. "To be the one?"

"The one what?" Simon asked teasing his mother.

"You know what!" Pamela growled crawling luscious towards Simon. "Why did you choose my mother? When you knew how much I wanted to be the one?! The one that brought you into this world, the one that wanted to be the one that brought you into the world of family love?" she asked rising to her knees. Pushing Simon onto his back. "Tell me baby, was my mother a good lover?" Pamela asked while she was jealous, yet she was glad her mother had someone she loved during her last days.

"Yes, she was," Simon said, feeling his mother's hand running up his thigh as she loomed over him.

"Then please baby, show me the man that made love to my mother. Let your own mother feel that bliss I heard in my mother's voice," Pamela pleaded, "Let me experience the joy I heard when she spoke to her lover," she said peering longingly into his eyes. "I know no one can ever replace her," Pamela said placing her hand over Simon's heart. "But allow me the chance to try and be the woman you need," she cooed softly, "So how about it Simon? Won't you show your loving mother this man that made my own mother fall in love with..." Pamela yelped in surprise as Simon rolled her onto her back.

"Is that what you want?" Simon asked studying her eyes for any hint of deception.

"Oh yes! Simon, make love to me like you did when you were with my mother," Pamela said, holding his face in her hands. Feeling gooseflesh racing over her body as Simon's hand ran up her left thigh. Stilling her body trying to keep her muscles from trembling as Simon's hand ran up her stomach. Her back arched as Simon squeezed her left breast. Her body quaked as her son teased her nipple. "Oh baby! You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to touch me. To feel the body of the woman that gave birth to you," Pamela said rubbing her inner thigh along Simon's hip. "God! Yes Simon! Play with my tit!" she moaned loudly feeling her womanhood quivering in anticipation. Her chest heaved, her breasts swelled as Simon placed her arms above her head. Pamela shuddered as he ran his hands along her underarms. Biting her lip as she felt that soft member brushing against her hot covered mound. Her eye twitched as Simon pulled away when she tried to steal a kiss.

"So is this the man you wish to see?" Simon asked softening his demeanor.

"Mmm-hmm," Pamela nodded noticing the slight change within her son. Before he had a wall around him only allowing them to get as close as he wanted. Yet now at least to her it seemed that wall was slowly coming down, and Pamela wasn't going to waste this opportunity. "It's okay Simon. Let me in as fast or as slow as you're comfortable with," Pamela said, lifting her head just so she could have a quick peck of a kiss. However, she wasn't expecting her son to kiss her with such passion when his lips melded with hers; nor was she expecting his tongue to explore her mouth with such gusto. His fingers interweaved with hers. Squeezing his hands as she gave into that sweet bliss. Moaning into his mouth as her hips ground against his manhood. "Oh Simon!" Pamela moaned softly wrapping her arms around his neck as his fingers danced down along her left cheek. She had no idea Simon could be so gentle, so full of passion that left her breathless. Her breath came out in hot pulsating waves as her son's hand had slipped underneath her shirt.

"Oh Simon! Oh baby!" Pamela shouted from the unexpected orgasm wrapping Simon in her crushing embrace. "F...ck Simon, it's just I've waited so long to feel your touch on my skin, to feel you above me. Gazing at me as a lover, someone that's become something far more than either one of us would've guessed. Now that I feel your delicate touch cradling my breast in your hand," she said stuttering, her hips softly rocked her panty covered mound up and down along Simon's thigh. "W-w-well, you see the effects," Pamela said bashfully. Her sultry green eyes flared with hunger as her handsome son wore that smirk she knew all to well. That guileful grin meant only one thing - he knew all along. Her eyes fluttered as Simon's thumb rolled across her hardening nipple. "Oh baby, you're going to make me cum again!" Pamela wailed her nails dug into his arm, her legs clamped around his thigh.

"Fuck me Simon," Pamela whispered in a wanton purr. Her eyes drinking in her son as Simon helped guide her shirt from her shoulders. "Y-y-yes!" she bellowed out in pleasure as Simon sucked upon her right breast while teasing her hot sweet honey pot. "That's it baby taste your mother!" Pamela purred holding his head against her breast. Her nails raked up his back at the sheer bliss that flooded her body. Sucking hard on her lower lip, lifting her hips slightly as Simon eased down her panties. Hearing her sex resounding in the air as her son's fingers ran through her wet labia. "Maybe there's a God above. But all I ever learned from love. Was to shoot somebody that outdrew ya," Pamela began to sing. Feeling Simon's body becoming still as he kissed down her stomach. "And it's not the cry you hear at night. It's not somebody who's seen the light. It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah," her sweet voice float on the air. Caressing his face pouring the love she had for her son and her mother into the chorus. "Hallelujah, Hallelujah," she sang looking lovingly down at her son. "I know I can't replace my mother, but baby can't you see I too mourn for her. Can't you see the pain of never hearing her voice again, never to talk the night away as we normally did on the back porch. Yet you knew her on such an intimate level. Something I've wanted for such a long time. Someone that would love me wholeheartedly.
Someone that won't use me like your father, your grandfather and uncle always did. Someone that knows how to treat the woman in his life. I know I've done some reprehensible things to you. For that I am so, so sorry baby. You may never forgive me, but I'm going to try and redeem myself to you. It may take forever, but I'm not going anywhere. Mom, wouldn't have it any other way, so let me be the one that bears your sorrow. Let me help you deal with this darkness Mom spoke of, let me feel what she felt having the man she loves filling her with such bliss," Pamela said watching those eyes of his.

"Please baby, say something! Anything! Say that you hate me for what I did six years ago, and never want to see me ever again. Say you love me...or loathe me, just let me hear the sound of your voice!" Pamela pleaded as Simon remained silent.

"You know grandma liked it when I talked during sex too," Simon said smiling coyly at his mother.

"Then talk to me," Pamela said through heaves of breath as Simon neared her womanhood.

"I think that's going to be hard when I do this..." Simon said before his tongue ran up his mother's wet slit.

"Oh god! Simon!" Pamela howled. Her left hand held his face against her sex, while her right arm reached up above her head grabbing hold of the comforter softly biting her arm trying not to give into it. Yet something magical was happening between her legs. Something that she had dreamt about for the past six years. "O...h!" Pamela hissed her back arched, her body trembled, her muscles quaked as her son sucked upon her aching clitoris.

"My, my, cumming already," Simon chuckled wickedly as he peered over his mother's mound. "To think you got this wet what would grandma think if she saw her daughter being so lewd?" he asked blowing softly on her overheated mound.

"Fuck!" Her hands slammed down on the bed, her back arched as her wet, hungry, throbbing lips were tormented by Simon's playful tongue. "Baby! No more! Your mother can't take any more!"

"Oh?! Does that mean you're forgoing sex?" Simon asked inserting a finger into her hot mound. Simon chuckled inwardly as his mother had the cutest face he ever seen as she held her arms to her chest while shaking her head. "Or is it the fact that you've been waiting for this to happen? To have your son between your legs eating your wet pussy?" Simon asked rubbing his mother's clit.

"Y-yes...I've wanted this...for so...long," Pamela said trying to gather breath. "Did...Mom teach...you how to...eat a...woman?" she asked with a quivering voice.

"Yes, she did," Simon said remembering what his grandmother's peach tasted like.

"Yes baby! Suck on that clit!" Pamela moaned, quickly pressing her leg against his back drawing her son in to taste more of his delicious meal. "Baby, I need to feel you in me. I need you to thrust that hard cock inside of your mother's pussy. I want to feel you stirring my insides, driving me to the point of madness," she said, begging to feel her son's hard cock poking at places that no man has touched in six years.

"Is that so?" Simon asked coming up for breath watching his mother nodded enthusiastically. "Well then, I can't disappoint now can I?"

"Nope," Pamela said grinning madly. Reaching up, bring her son down to her lips, her eyes fluttered enjoying her taste on her son's tongue. Her eyes shot wide as she felt that engorged head running through her lips. Biting her lip, her hands squeezed his shoulders as Simon eased his cock into her canal. "I feel you so deep," Pamela moaned softly in his ear. Her hands ran down his back, grabbing hold of both of his ass cheeks so Simon wouldn't be able to pull out. For as long as they were together she knew where his cum would be forever welcomed. "Yes baby," she cooed softly her fingers danced down Simon's left cheek, "Make love to this woman, to your woman Simon. I'm yours now and forever," Pamela said feeling her womb quivering due to his slow thrust allowing her mound to memorize the entirety of his cock. From every vein, every inch, every drop of his pre-cum as their juices mixed together.

"Yes, yes, fuck me!" Pamela howled as Simon held both of her legs to his chest. His hips pounding his tool into her dripping snatch. "Oh God! Oh fuck me! I'm cumming Simon! I'm going to cum all over that cock!" she screamed out in bliss as her son showed no signs of slowing. "That's it baby play with my tit while you fuck this slut of a mother!" Pamela growled hungrily as Simon fondled her left breast.

"You like that cock don't you?" Simon asked feeling his balls dripping from his mother's juice.

"Mmm-hmm," Pamela said nodding, squealing as her folds clamped down on her son's cock. She couldn't believe she had came once again. She couldn't remember the last time a man gave her five orgasms in such a short time. Not even her ex-husband could pull off such a feat, and Paul was the longest man she had ever experienced. Yet Paul didn't have his son's girth; nor could he ever make her cum so quickly. A devious smile grew across her lips as she noticed his grip on her legs were loosening. How she enjoyed that surprised look on Simon's face. Rolling Simon to the right Pamela almost collapsed in Simon's arms when he still was hilt deep within her. "God! I love this cock!" Pamela moaned in lust as rolling waves of euphoria, capped in ardor froth, rippled throughout her body seeking out her core.

"Baby?" Pamela said inhaling deeply, gently rocking her hips while her right hand rested on Simon's chest. "How do I look riding this cock of yours?"

"Like..." Simon stopped himself as his mind superimposed his grandmother's face over his mother's. Was that his grandmother's way of telling him it's okay from beyond the grave? "Nah." Shaking the thought from his mind.

"You don't have to say it Simon, I can see it," Pamela said leaning forward, "I am her daughter after all. It's easy for you to see her in me. Then why not think of..."

"Don't," Simon said his hand cupping her mouth.

"Okay," Pamela said from around his hand. "To soon, I get that," she said loving the feeling of her breasts pressing against his chest. "So baby," Pamela said pushing herself up, "Are you enjoying your mother's pussy?" she asked increasing the pace of her hips. Tilting her head back moaning in bliss as her son's cock threatened to make her fall over the edge. "Because my pussy loves having your cock inside of it. Can feel that?" Pamela asked looking down at Simon lustfully while gently squeezing her folds. Smiling triumphantly when she heard his soft grunt. "See your cock belongs inside me. We fit so perfectly!" she moaned gliding rapidly along his rod. "Simon, I want to keep fucking you. Now that I have had a taste for the thick cock of my son. I want to try and make up for the six years we have missed; and the only way I can see that happening is if I move in here with you," Pamela said, leaning forward again her hips rolled as she pimped her hips. "Plus if I do I promise you won't ever have a need to pleasure yourself," she said squeezing tightly as she curled her hips.

"My own live-in slut mother, hmm?" Simon asked with a taunting smirk.

"Mmm-hmm, " Pamela purred as she sucked on Simon's lower lip. "We'll talk about that later. Now fill your mother with that hot seed," she said salaciously. Pamela's sex clamped down on Simon's cock feeling that hot, sticky, life giving seed painting her womb. Collapsing onto his chest, grinning like the Mad Hatter loving the feeling of her son's hot cum deep inside her cunt. "So many years' I've wanted to do that," Pamela said hugging Simon tightly as she laid beside him. "It was everything I imagined it would be and so much more," she sighed happily rubbing her cheek against his chest. "Now," Pamela said pushing herself up, "I think my baby needs some breakfast, yes?" she asked lovingly caressing Simon's face. "I can't have my man going hungry, he'll need his strength if he's going to fuck me again," Pamela said patting his cheek. Giggling as she rolled off his bed. Ignoring how his cum was running down her leg. She kept the joy from her face as it did. Until she entered the room she had taken over (which ironically used to be her old room when she was a child), to dance around at the fact she finally got to have sex with her son. Got to experience how his cum shoot deep within her without her taking it from him or out of anger. Humming in content as her shorts slid up her legs. She wanted to feel his cum all day long. Smiling as she watched his cum drip down onto the crotch of her shorts. Moaning softly as the fabric sat snugly against her oversensitive lips.

"Simon!" Pamela called out her voice carrying through the screen door as she worked in the flower bed that line the back porch.

"Yeah?" Simon called back his cane thumping along the floor boards. The hinges of the screen door creaked and groaned as Simon stepped out onto the back porch. "Going to have to do something about that door. Grandma wouldn't want her home falling apart."

"Hello sweetheart," Pamela said looking up at him as she knelt in front of the flower bed. Her light green shirt contoured to her braless breasts. Feeling her nipples hardening as his gaze lingered on her heavenly orbs. She wondered if he looked at her own mother so lewdly. "God! That boy makes me so horny." A lustfully purr rippled across her mind. "What do you want to do about these?" Pamela asked directing his attention to the dead annuals that marred that pristine bed.

"Oh?!" Simon said, walking down the steps so he could get a better view of the bed. "That won't do," he said tapping his finger against the head of his cane. "Do you know what was planted there so I can get replacements?"

"Well?" Pamela said tapping her chin. "No, I don't, but these were annuals so why don't we plant perennials in it's place?"

"I'm assuming you have something in mind?" Simon asked leaning heavily on his cane.

"Yes, I do," Pamela said smiling up at him, "I was thinking we can go pick up a couple of Paeonia "Armani" their beautiful red flowers would look good mixed together with the others," she said, tilting her head to the side, her hair drifting on the breeze. Praying that she could repair what damage she caused, and that Simon would look at her with those same lustful eyes when she was sixty.

"Sure, I have to run to the hardware store regardless."

"Then do you mind if I come along baby?" Pamela asked itching to spend every second she could with her son.

"No, I guess I wouldn't."

"Yay!" Pamela giggled thrusting up her arms into the air. "Help me up," she said holding out her hands. Sucking on her lip as her breasts pressed against his chest, her hands ran up Simon's arms her body heating being so close to him. Moaning inwardly as her hands savored his honed muscles before coming to a rest on his hips. "Let me put on a bra and I'll drive us, since you haven't taken your pills yet. Which you should while I do," Pamela said knowing how he was putting weight on his cane instead of his good leg. "I can't have my baby in pain," she said kissing him lightly before leading him back towards the house.

Neither one saw the car pulling out behind them as Pamela pulled out of the driveway, nor did they see who was behind the wheel. Melody was determined to see that beast. To experience it's thickness. To feel it spreading her mouth open as she sucked on her stepson's cock. She wanted every male in his family underneath her thumb. That was why she had kept having sex with Robert, and why she allowed Paul to think the baby was his. When in all actuality the child was Robert's. A sinister smile formed on her lips thinking that Simon would finally fall to her, and as such, he would service her whenever she wished it. All she had to do was apply the right pressure. Licking her lips as she pulled in behind them as they turned into the Lowes parking lot. Knowing exactly how she was going to pressure her stepson. Pulling into a slot two rows away from their car. Melody waited until they were well away from her before venturing after them. Her hands covered her stomach as her legs carried her hurriedly through the doors.

"We meet again," Melody cooed startling them both as they stood in front of rows of WD-40.

"Melody!" Pamela hissed low staring at the woman hatefully.

"The one and only," Melody said with a smirk. Her hips swayed alluringly as she approached Simon's side. "Now I think it's time you let me have a taste, don't you Simon?"

"Has Hell frozen over yet?!" Simon spat in disgust.

"Now, now, is that any way to speak to your Stepmother?" Melody said wagging her finger, "Not when I can just scream that your fucking your own mother," she said her eyes ran down Pamela's body. The way she acted, the way stood so close to Simon. She knew they had fucked earlier. "I would hope that you-Simon-wouldn't want your mother locked up. See all you have to do is let me see it. Then maybe," Melody said, her fingers skimmed along the metal surface of the shelve as she neared her stepson. "I'll have a little suck," she said her tongue flicking against her teeth. "Who knows maybe you'll want to stick that cock inside my tight pussy," Melody said her finger ran down Simon's chest.

"Go..." Simon began to say only to be stopped by his mother's grip.

"Simon?" Pamela whispered, "We shouldn't make a scene," she said peering around.

"See even the old hag is right," Melody smirked cruelly.

"Old hag!" Pamela growled. Simon didn't stop his mother from lunging at Melody.

"Simon?! Stop her or spend the night in jail for fucking this bitch, when you should have been fucking me," Melody grunted as she struggled to throw Pamela off of her.

"I don't care! Simon, let me strangle the bitch with her hair!" Pamela said clawing at the air as Simon stood between her and Melody.

"Now," Melody said clearing her throat. "Shall we Simon, hmm?" she asked running her hands up his back feeling his muscles become taut. "I promise if you do you'll enjoy it," Melody blew into his ear.

"Hardly," Simon sneered over his shoulder. "There's no telling what you have caught from all the cocks you must've sucked."

"I am not a whore, Simon!" Melody hissed angrily.

"Oh? You cheating on me with my own father. If that doesn't make you a whore I don't know what does."

"Simon," Melody said taking a softer approach, "I'm sorry about that, I was stupid. I should have done things differently back then, but what is done is done, there is no changing it. Will you at least allow me the chance to properly apologize?" she asked her hand softly stroked Simon's cock. Narrowing her eyes when Simon remained silent. "I really don't think you have much of a choice."

"Fine. Let's get this over with," Simon said sighing in annoyance.

"Trust me Simon once you've had me you won't ever need that old hag." Simon kept his thoughts to himself. For now she had won this battle. He couldn't get Amy, his mother, or Caroline involved with the sleazy, arrogant, insane ex-girlfriend. That was his problem to clean up, "Stupid hormones," Simon berated himself. "Come along Simon, I know the perfect place for you and I to get reacquainted," Melody said looking over her shoulder at Pamela, "Why don't you come along," she said a wicked smile formed on her lips. "Mommy, wouldn't want her son to get caught now would she?"

"Bitch!" Pamela hissed low.

"Have you heard from your brother lately?" Melody said digging that dagger deeper into Pamela's chest.

Disgust filled his eyes as Melody led him to the more desolated areas of the store. His mother nodded to him as she stood in doorway of one of the many small makeshift displays of household items in various combinations all for the customers to view.

"Hurry up, the less time you have your hands on my son the better," Pamela grumbled.

"Don't get your granny panties in a twist," Melody huffed flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Simon, here why don't you rest on the counter," she said moving Simon over towards the polished sink counter. "I wouldn't want you to stress your leg," Melody said smiling sweetly.

Simon was just eager to get this over with, even if she put on a sweet face. A snake is a snake he knew she would bite him eventually. He just had to think of something to blunt her bite and quickly too. Watching as she lowered the zipper of his pants, Simon tried not to shudder at her touch.

"Simon," Melody said, her hand softly stroking his cock. "Let your new mother take care of you," she said, glancing out of her corner of her eye seeing Pamela's hands clenched tightly into fist. "You won't ever need them when you have me," Melody said stealing a kiss, "See I told you this cock likes me," she said smiling triumphantly as Simon stood full mast in her hand. "Oh my! Your sister wasn't lying to me!" Melody said licking her lips at that thick rod. "So much bigger than your father's or Robert's for that matter," she said in awe.

"Yes, I know, now just get on with it," Simon said in a monotone voice.

"Yes, I can't have my son getting caught now can I?" Melody said sinking to her knees.

"Mmm," Melody moaned around Simon's shaft. Her eyes fluttering as the thickness of his cum painted her tongue. It was so unlike his father's or Robert's. She wanted more. She needed to feel his thick cum running down her throat always. "I'm sorry I never took the chance of pleasing this cock before now," Melody said her tongue swirled around the crown of his hood.

"Good your done!" Pamela said, shoving Melody out of the way. "Don't worry baby, mama is going to make sure you forget about that bitch's mouth," she said wiping off Melody's salvia from Simon's cock before putting it away.

"I'm not done," Melody said, pushing Pamela off to the side. "Now Simon I know you enjoyed that. How about we take this further, hmm? I know my pussy can please this cock far better than those sluts," she said shooting Pamela an evil glare. "Why don't you get a hotel room, and I'll show you just how good I can make you feel," Melody said, her hands ran up his chest before she pressed her body, as much as her belly would allow, against his chest. "I promise once the night is over you'll want to be inside of me every chance you get," Melody said sensuously, "Now I'll call you tonight to set our date for tomorrow," she said. Her eyes taunting Pamela as her kiss lingered far longer than Pamela would have liked. "See you then, handsome."

"We're going to have to do something about that woman," Pamela huffed angrily crossing her arms.

"I know," Simon said feeling used and dirty. He wondered if his old friend still harbored a flame for Melody, because he was never going to stick his cock into that bitch. A sinful grin spread across his lips at the thoughts that running through his mind.

"I'm assuming you have a plan?" Pamela asked unsure if she enjoyed the look on her son's face.

"Oh yes, but come, let's get what we need," Simon said taking hold of his mother's hand.

"O-o-okay," Pamela said bashfully. Feeling her cheeks heat to a bright red hue. Her heart raced as they walked back to the aisle where the WD-40 was. Moving closer to her son loving how it appeared that they were a couple instead of mother and child.

"One should do it, don't you think?" Simon asked as he grabbed a can from the shelve.

"Mmm-hmm," Pamela nodded. Her eyes studying her son's face. Watching as he read the directions. Her heart melted as Simon balanced on one leg while he studied a competing brand in his other hand. "Baby? I know all this walking is hard on your leg, do you need to sit down for a bit?"

"Nah, I'm good," Simon said putting the competitor can back onto the shelf, "Thanks for the offer though. The pills have started to kick in. Mom, are you blushing?" he asked as he looked over at her.
"Maybe. Is it wrong that I'm in love my son? That he fills me with a desire I haven't felt in such a long time," Pamela said her fingers traced down Simon's cheek.

"Possibly," Simon said with a coy smirk.

"Then I'm going to hold it against you," Pamela giggled pressing her body against Simon. "Simon, I love you. I know you might not love me as I love you right now, but I hope in time you'll come to love me as you once did with my mother," she said placing a kiss on his cheek. "However, I can wait for that day," Pamela sighed in content as she rested her cheek against his shoulder. "For now I have you, and that's all that matters to me. Well, that bitch of an ex-girlfriend is going to be a problem, but we'll worry about that later."

"I've already thought of a way to deal with her," Simon said offering his arm to his mother.

"Oh my! Aren't you just the gentleman?" Pamela asked smiling broadly.

"Perhaps," Simon said as they walked towards the gardening center. Yet his mother had to quickly pull away when he caught sight of someone he knew. An old friend he used to hang out with while he was in school.

"Simon!" the man yelled when he caught sight of them.

"Hello Adam," Simon said handing his mother the can of WD-40 so he could shake Adam's hand.

"Come here!" Adam said pulling Simon into a hug.

"I think we'll be getting into unexplored territory if you don't let me go," Simon joked patting his friend on the back.

"Hello Mrs. Winters lovely as ever," Adam said eyeing the Milf that stood beside his friend.

"It's Ms. Atwater now Adam," Pamela said smiling warming at the young man.

"Oh?! How would you like to hang out with some younger guys," Adam said his eyes ran down Pamela's body lewdly. "Hey!" he jumped when Simon lightly hit his leg with his cane.

"I'm afraid I'm off the market at the moment," Pamela said apologetically.

"Shame. I know a lot of guys that would kill for a..." Adam said backing out of Simon's reach, "For a very hot night with you," he said taunting his friend when Simon couldn't reach him.

"Oh?! All those young, hard, energetic men eager to entertain me," Pamela mused.

"Oh yeah. I don't think you would be leaving unsatisfied," Adam said shooting Pamela a lustful smirk.

"Such a shame you didn't find me a month ago. I don't think you would be messing around with those little girls once you had a taste of an older woman," Pamela said glancing over at her son. Wondering if her teasing was getting to him in any way. Her eyes quickly dipped low. She might be out of practice, but she still knew when a man got an erection. She did enjoy making young hard cocks stand at attention - namely her son's - but Adam didn't need to know that.

"Probably not," Adam chuckled, "Not if I had a fine lady such as yourself to entertain."

"Oh my! Are you just a charmer," Pamela said playfully touching Adam's shoulder.

"Before I get chewed out for just standing around," Adam said looking around for his supervisor. "Is there anything you need help with?" he asked trying not to stare at his friends cane.

"Oh, we're just going to the gardening center," Pamela said putting on the charm. "I've got to replace a couple of plants at my mother's house for this missing boy," she teased Simon.

"Hey, I wasn't missing. Grandma, knew perfectly well where I was," Simon said turning his nose up. "How else would her lawyer know how to reach me," he said returning his mother's tease.

"Oh?! Any idea what kind of plants you're looking for? I'll look it up here that way you two don't have to wander around," Adam said, motioning for them to follow. "So Simon what's with the cane, and what happened to you after graduation?"

"My calf sought a divorce, so after a long drawn out legal battle it and my leg parted ways," Simon said jokingly, "Though that's a way better of an explanation than having your leg mangled by an IED."

"Wow. Okay. That's something I didn't think you would do," Adam whistled, "So like did you have it amputated?"

"Nah, thought it be to much pain to deal with one of those fake legs. Although I'm really rethinking my decision."

"Can I see it?"

"Sure! Gross yourself out," Simon laughed as he pulled up his left pant leg.

"Damn. That's just..." Adam said trying not to put his friend down.

"I know," Simon said darkly, "Look at it!" he said grossing his friend out. "After the Army I went to work for this firm where I use to live."

"So are you like back for good?" Adam asked typing in the name of the plant Pamela whispered to him. He tried not to focus on how his friend's mother's breasts pressed into him, and how sweet her perfume smelled to him.

"Pretty much, just have to move my stuff down from my apartment," Simon said. Following after Adam once he told them they did have the plant in stock. "So are Cody and Matt still around, or have they moved off somewhere?" he asked wondering if he could add to Melody's humiliation. He knew she had never given them the time of day back in high school, and knew how the three of them wanted Melody.

"Yeah, but you won't believe this Matt goes by Brittany now," Adam chuckled.

"Oh? Like all the way or..."

"All the way dude," Adam said, keeping his voice low so Simon's mother wouldn't hear. "Cody, didn't know she was Matt when she had recovered from her operation. I did though. We thought it be funny if she hit on him, but that's not the best part. Cody was shouting out cat calls as she walked up. How we laughed as Cody got hard as she felt him up," he said doubling over in laughter. "Though in Cody's defense Brittany does have a rocking body. She even let me touch her tits. Man those things are nice. She told me once she got them done that she couldn't stop touching them. Here look for yourself," Adam said pulling out his phone. Scrolling through the pics of their transformed friend.

"Well, good for her," Simon said knowing how his friend always wanted to be a girl. Even he had to admit if he didn't know Simon would have no idea that was Matt. "Hey!" he said in a hushed whisper taking Adam by the arm. Watching as his mother moved around the containers of plants. "You still like Melody right?"

"As in?" Adam asked skeptically.

"As in do you and Cody still want to fuck her?"

"I heard she moved away. Are you telling me she's back?!" Adam asked wondering why he was asking such an odd question. "Sure. No offensive Simon but I've been trying to fuck her since middle school."

"None taken," Simon said smirking at the thought his plan might just work. "And I might just have an opportunity for you to do so. Not here," Simon said. Quickly, taking the pen that was clipped to Adams apron writing down his cell number on the palm of Adam's hand.

"Just what are you boys talking about?" Pamela asked her hands on her hips. Her left hip cocked out slightly. Her crimson painted nail tapping her inner thigh directing Simon's view of her sweet peach. Her left hand trailed softly up her stomach, her palm kissing along her breast glancing between the two of them.

"Damn," Adam said in a hushed whisper.

"Do speak up dear a woman does like clear, precise words when your complimenting them," Pamela said shooting them both a sinful smirk.

"Of course, I do apologize, if you ever dump whomever you're seeing," Adam said leaving Simon's side, "How about you and I go out, dinner, some music at the pavilion, then I'll show you what a beautiful woman such as yourself is missing in your life," he said with an arrogant smirk.

"Oh my, Adam I've known you since Simon brought you home when he was in fourth grade. Yet if you desire a woman that's sort of like your mother. When that day comes then you," Pamela leaned forward allowing Adam to feel the curvature of her breasts, to feel their firmness, her cheek brushing against his, "My naughty young friend, might find it more than what you can handle," she said, her eyes squarely on Simon as she did.

"Oh? You think you can do better than her?" Adam whispered a vague hint that left Pamela wondering.

"You know if the two of you want to...you know, I can leave," Simon said, pondering how far his mother was going to take this.

"Ah...sorry man," Adam said rubbing the back of his neck while smirking coyly at Pamela. "Your son and I were just catching up on old times, Ms. Atwater."

"Ah yes, it's been awhile, how are the other two? Are you trying to entice my son on another one those adventures', hmm?" Pamela asked in a disapprovingly motherly voice.

"Hey, hey, I was eight you can't hold that against me!" Adam said; looking over to Simon mouthing the word, "Really?", sighing when Simon nodded. "So are we?"

"Sure. I have a question I want to propose to the three of you, so call me when you're free," Simon said motioning his mother to the register.

"Right," Adam said nodding in understanding, "I'll let them know you're back."

"So want to tell me what's really going on," Pamela asked waving goodbye to Adam as they drove past the entrance to the garden center.

"Putting my plan into place," Simon said rubbing his leg.

"Oh!" Pamela's ears perked at the idea. "Anything I can help with?!"

"Don't know yet," Simon said, looking down watching his mother's hand inching across his lap.

"Well, you let me know, okay?" Pamela said squeezing Simon's inner thigh. "So how about I treat you to lunch, and we can discuss this plan of yours," she said, her finger brushed along his groin.

"Horny I take it? Did Adam turn you on?"

"Nah-uh," Pamela said shaking her head, "It was because I finally got to be naughty for you," she said squeezing his hand.

"So you're okay not having sex once we get back?" Simon asked with an impish smile.

"I never said such a thing! But can we?"

"Oh, I was planning on it," Simon said with a devious smirk.

"Oh god!" Pamela moaned loudly as they sat waiting for the light to turn green. Squirming in her seat as Simon's fingers danced along her covered slit. "Baby?! I can't drive..." she said biting her lip as Simon rubbed her clit. "Fuck!" Pamela hissed her hands slammed down onto the steering wheel, feeling the rush of her cream as her son just got her off. Her body quivered as Simon continued his assault. "Oh Simon!" she moaned pressing her back against the seat while her hips ground against his fingers. "Yes baby, make this bitch cum for you," Pamela said with shaky breath.

"Oh, does my mother like it when her boy touches her so lewdly in broad daylight?"

"Mmm-hmm," Pamela moaned sensuously. Sighing when the light turned green, and when Simon removed his hand. However, her hand shot down taking hold of his wrist. "Nah ah ah, put that hand back on that pussy," she said smiling at Simon as she moved his hand back to her snatch. "My man can touch my pussy all he wants."

"Methinks someone wishes she wasn't wearing shorts," Simon said feeling the material of her shorts becoming moist the longer he teased his mother.

"Y-y-yes..." Pamela hissed low as another orgasm flooded her body. "S...imon? W-w-were you like this with Mom?"

"Pretty much, we normally had sex three to four times a day," Simon said with a devilish smirk. "You all wanted to see this side of me."

"T-three?" Pamela said in awe. Clamping her thighs together as Simon continued to torment her throbbing oversensitive lips. "I didn't know you would be so..." she breathed in heavily giving the man in the car next to them an unobstructed view of her breasts as they sat at another red light as her back arched.

"So randy?"

"Y-y-yes," Pamela stuttered feeling her shorts becoming soaked. Pressing the back of her head against the head rest, her chest heaved as she came down from her eighth orgasm today. While yes, she had been satisfied sexually she wanted more, and if her son wasn't satisfied yet. She wondered if she could keep up with his libido. She knew once they were home she was going to need another shower. Pamela wanted her cunt to be nice and clean for when her son would taste her sweet juice again.

"Oh yeah, I used to jack off five times a day when I lived at home. I'm surprised you didn't know that. Given how you were throwing this pussy at me for half my senior year," Simon said pressing on the entrance to her sex. Feeling that wet hole opening, yet unable too given the fabric that kept his fingers from feeling her hot cream.

"Burner Boy okay with you?" Pamela asked unable to bear it any longer. There was no way she could focus on the road with her son teasing her cunt so lusciously. Quickly pulling into the restaurant's parking lot. Slamming the gear into park, holding his hand against her sex as Simon's fingers brought her to the cusp of her ninth one and counting. "Yes Simon make me cum please," Pamela begged unbuttoning her shorts hoping he'll take the hint. Her son didn't let her down. "Mmm...yes Simon fuck my pussy with those fingers," she moaned in a wanton purr.

"So what's this plan of yours?" Pamela asked as they sat in the booth wanting for their food. Her pussy still hummed from the ten minutes her son had her at his mercy. Her sultry green eyes gazed at her son as she drew upon the straw.

"Have Melody think I'm fucking her," Simon said stirring the ice cubes in his glass with his straw.

"Oh? You're not actually going to right?"

"Of course not," Simon snorted.

"Good," Pamela said running her foot up Simon's leg, "You only need us to please you, and this cock of yours," she said, her bare foot ran up and down his groin.

"The question is how am I going to get Dad there?" Simon asked more to himself than to his mother.

"Oh, your sister could probably help with that. Did you know he's been calling her nonstop since the funeral? I keep telling her once she calls him he'll be like a bloodhound with a scent. But she always tells me, "I have Simon now, why would I go to a man that cares nothing about me only so I can suck his dick?!" Pamela said giving her son an amused smirk. "Oh speak of the devil," she chuckled as her phone rang. "Hello sweetheart," she said happily into the phone.

"Hey Mom. How's Simon doing? Did you enjoy your time this morning with him?"

"Simon's fine he's sitting across from me as we speak. We had a little adventure today. We had to go to Lowes to pick up some flowers, and you'll never guess who showed herself?"

"Who?!"

"Melody," Pamela said in a cold monotone voice.

"Fuck! I hate that bitch! She didn't do anything to Simon did she?"

"Unfortunately, yes...she did."

"Oh no," Amy gasped over the line, "Where are you now?"

"About to eat lunch at Burner Boy on William Dr. down the road from Lowes," Pamela said smiling at her son.

"Well, order me the BBQ chicken plate, and I'll be there shortly. I can't have you hogging Simon all the time," Amy said teasing her mother.

"Okay dear, we'll see you when you get here," Pamela said before hanging up the phone.

"Simon!" Amy cried happily. Her hair whipped behind her as she hurried over to their booth. "Scoot over," she said grinning down at him. "Glad I made it before the food got here," Amy said sinking down into the seat. "Baby bro!" she said throwing her arms around Simon's neck. Pulling Simon into her, her left hand stroking his hair. "I'm sorry you had to deal with Melody. I promise when I get home I'm going to make you forget all about her," she whispered salaciously into his ear.

"Umm...it will have to be later tonight," Simon said. The tip of his nose brushed along her neck inhaling the sweet, fragrant, enticing floral lotion she used in the shower. When she walked out of his bathroom nude and wet last night. How Amy allowed him to explore her freshly clean body to trace that scent. Feeling his sister tremble slightly as his lips softly kissed her neck.

"Why?!" Amy asked pushing away from Simon.

"Well, me, Cody, Adam, and Matt are going to catch up over a few drinks," Simon said placing a finger over her lips as she started to speak,"I know sis. I'm not going to drink too much," he said leaning forward. "Plus I thought you might give me a lift, and I'll make sure it's...entertaining," Simon whispered sinfully into her ear.

"O-o-okay," Amy stuttered. Her insides melted as she saw the hunger in his eyes. Wondering if she could show her brother her special exercise routine? If so pondering how long it would it take to install it.

"Be careful Amy it seems Simon has quite the appetite," Pamela said, her tongue circled the tip of the straw. Her lips wrapped around that plastic shaft mimicking how she looked sucking Simon's steel rod.

"Simon?" Amy said leaning into him seeing their waiter approaching. "You still are going to make love to your older sister, aren't you?" she asked the pads of her fingers danced up his thigh.

"Yeah. Why?" Simon whispered as the waiter placed their plates on the table.

"Thank you," Amy said flashing the teenage boy a smile when he placed their plates onto the table.

"Can I get you folks anything else?" the boy asked looking around the table. His eyes falling on Amy noting how he could almost peer down her shirt.

"How about some refills," Amy said tugging at her shirt knowing where the boy was looking. Her breasts were only for her brother to view no one else.

"Sure thing," the boy said before walking off.

"Because I was wanting to do something special for you tonight," Amy said once the boy was out of ear shot. Her hand rubbed his left inner thigh as she rested her chin on Simon's shoulder.

"Oh?" Simon said arching an eyebrow.

"Mmm-hmm," Amy said her green eyes savoring the man she loved. She couldn't wait to experience the man he once was when he was with their grandmother. "You wouldn't mind if I moved some things around in the living room, do you?"

"No."

"Amy, you best eat," Pamela said in a motherly voice, "Your lunch break will be over if all you do is tease your brother," she said with a sly smile before taking a bite of her coleslaw.

"Fine!" Amy sighed in a fake annoyed voice. "This is nice isn't it? Us eating like this," she said scooting closer to Simon. "Kind of feels like a date, don't you think?" Amy asked her eyes lighting up at his nod. "So then maybe I'm your girlfriend?"

"Oh, from sister to girlfriend? I do hope there's some benefits to the boyfriend?" Simon asked with a coy smile.

"There is," Amy said, pulling the last bit of succulent meat from her chicken breast. Bringing her fork to her lips making sure her brother watching as her lush, full, velvety lips enclosed around those metal prongs. Teasing her brother into wanting to feel her lips around that stout rod of his. "Maybe I'll show you later tonight," Amy said with a sinful smirk. Reaching into her purse for her phone, opening up her message app texting her trainer asking if she could borrow a pole for a night or two.

"Sure! Finally going to show that man of yours how hot you are on that thing?!" her friend/trainer texted back.

"Mmm-hmm. I hope he likes it," Amy texted her friend back.

"Oh honey, I'm sure he's going to love it. For a woman not in this line of work, you do spice up the room with your routine. So don't worry Amy just do everything you've practice here, and I'm sure something will be standing in ovation. Hehe. Now when will you need the pole?"

"Simon, when are you going out tonight?" Amy asked looking over at her brother.

"I was thinking around eight," Simon said from around his napkin, as he wiped the sauce from his lips. "You are going to drive me right?"

"Oh yes," Amy nodded vehemently. "Just wanted to know if I'll have some time with you before you go. So how long are you planning on hanging out?" she asked hoping it was long enough for her to setup the living room for her gift to her brother.
"Probably about two hours, or so since I can't drink," Simon said scratching his chin.

"Can you be at," Amy said, sending her friend a text along with the address to her grandmother's place. "He'll be out of the house by eight, do you think we can have it setup by ten? That's when he should be back."

"Oh yeah, an hour should do it. I'll need it back by tomorrow though."

"I understand. Maybe if he likes it we'll be putting in our own one." Amy sent back praying that Simon would, because she wanted to put on a show for him every night if she could.

"Anything else I can get you?" their waiter asked as they finished their meal.

"Simon, can we get dessert?" Pamela asked in child-like wonder.

"Please!" Amy pleaded as she held onto his arm.

"Alright," Simon said in a sigh.

"I'll have the chocolate sundae," Pamela said looking up from the menu.

"I'll have the cherry pie," Amy said giving her brother a sly look.

"And you sir?" the waiter asked. His jealousy apparent in the tone of his voice.

"I'm good, just a refill," Simon said handing the glass to their waiter.

"It be but a moment," their waiter said before walking off with Simon's glass in hand.

"You sure you don't want anything?" Pamela asked enjoying the time they shared. It reminded her of when her children were younger. How she would take them out. Enjoy the day with them, exploring museums, parks, and the fights all siblings get into. Yet now, as she looked at the man that sat across from her. Pamela could only think of one thing. She wanted to please that man, make him moan out in bliss as she serviced that cock of his.

"I'll let you lick my little cherry if you're hungry," Amy said wantonly.

"Oh?" Simon said with a sinful smirk, "I do wonder how that boy will take it seeing you spread eagle on this table?"

"Probably blow his load," Amy said bumping his shoulder. Yet she couldn't help but feel her cunt awakening. Her mind flashed back to last night. How her body thrashed as her brother finally tasted her tight, pink, throbbing peach. "Simon," she said her index finger ran softly along the back of his ear. "The holiday weekend is approaching, and I wanted to know if you wanted to get out of the city."

"Excellent idea Amy!" Pamela said joyfully clapping her hands, "Why don't we go to the lake house?" she asked with a pointed look at Simon. Knowing how Robert cussed up a storm when her mother's lawyer had told them everything now belonged to Simon; and how Simon brought her brother to his knees with a single move when Robert thought to attack her son. The look in her son's eyes as he stood over his uncle. How her pussy liquefied when she heard the authority in his voice as Simon peered down at Robert. She fought the urge to rip off Simon's clothes and take her son right then and there. Yet that desire, that need was still there smoldering underneath the surface. A fire she might add never truly faded away. "Plus who knows you might enjoy some skinny dipping with your mother."

"Not if I beat you to it," Amy giggled as their waiter drew near with their sweets.

"Simon," Amy cooed as they stood behind her car, "Kiss me before I have to go." Her heart hammered in her chest as Simon brought her into his arms. Her eyes went wide then slowly closed as she felt his passion in that long lingering kiss. Pressing her forehead against his knowing that kiss was as night and day compared to the ones she had experienced before this morning. "I can't wait for tonight. Please don't drink too much tonight."

"I won't," Simon said running his hand down Amy's back. Listening to his sister's soft moan as he squeezed that firm, kissable backside of hers.

"Mmm," Amy purred biting her lip, "I've always wanted you to do that." Jumping as she felt the light smack on her ass. "Simon!" Feeling her cheeks heat underneath that coy smirk of his.

"Something wrong sis?" Simon asked with a mischievous light in his brown eyes.

"No," Amy said shaking her head, "Do it again." Her eyes fluttered as she felt that playful sting. Her cunt clenched and quivered loving the feel of his hand on her body. "I have to go," Amy said in a tired sigh. All she wanted to do was take her brother home and show him things not even her father got her to do.

"Come Simon, let's go home," Pamela said looping her arm around his.

"Simon!" Caroline called out as she pushed the door closed with the heel of her foot.

"Yeah," Simon called back walking down the hall. His mother resting on his bed with a broad smile on her face exhausted from their three hour sexathon after they had came in from planting the new replacement plants.

"Where's..." Caroline's nose wiggled smelling the smell of sex on the air. "Nevermind," she said smirking peering at his door over his shoulder. "Come help me," Caroline said nodding towards the kitchen.

"Sure." Huffing in surprise as Caroline threw her arms around him after she set their dinner on the kitchen table.

"I've missed you, Simon. All day long I couldn't stop thinking about you. Will you come have lunch with me tomorrow?" Caroline asked enjoying being in his arms. "I promise if you do it will be magical," she whispered into his ear. Her left hand ran down his chest. Cupping his family jewels giving that sore, tired, overworked muscle a few loving strokes. "How about tonight when you take me to bed I put on some..."

"It's Amy's night Caroline," Pamela said. Her voice shaky, her legs wobbled, her hair askew from the hard fucking her son just gave her a few minutes ago.

"Simon!" Caroline pouted puffing out her lower lip.

"Hey, hey, don't bring me into this fight," Simon wheezed as Caroline hugged him tight.

"Simon! Brother!" Amy said bursting through the front door. "Mom," she said placing a kiss on her mother's cheek, "Seems you had a good fucking," Amy giggled.

"Mmm-hmm."

"Simon, I'm home," Amy said holding out her arms. Beckoning Simon to fill that empty void. "My pussy has been wet all day long. I think you need to take responsibility for it," she whispered hungrily into his ear before claiming his lips.

"Well everyone, let's eat before the food gets cold," Caroline said her eyes dipped low seeing his slight bulge. "I found my seat!" she cried joyously sitting down on Simon's lap. "Oh. I think I found something!" Caroline giggled rolling her hips against that bulge.

"Caroline! You will vacate my son's lap right this second!" Pamela said growing red face holding Simon's plate and drink in her hand.

"I certainly will not! Why should I move, hmm? You just want his lap for yourself! Didn't you have enough of my man when he just got done fucking you?" Caroline asked leaning back, lifting her arm over Simon's head, her hand pressed the right side of his face into her left breast.

"Yeah Mom! You can't hog Simon all to yourself. There are other women here that wants and needs to feel his touch," Amy said pulling out her dinner. Placing her plate on the table beside her brother. "Hey Simon, what do you think of my panties?!" she asked lowering the waistband of her scrubs slightly so Simon could peek at her see through red panties. She could feel his hot breath on her covered dance floor as she stood inches away from his face.

"They're nic..."

"How does it my ass look?" Amy asked cutting him off, quickly turning around pushing down the back of her pants just below her ass. "This thong doesn't make my ass look big does it?" she asked bracing herself on the back of the chair as she leaned forward. Filling her brother's eyes of her taut ass and covered mound. "Yes!" Amy squeaked as she felt the slap on her ass.

"Amy?! Don't tease your brother," Pamela huffed setting Simon's drink down in front of him. Running her fingers through his hair as she stood behind him. Placing a kiss on top of his head, loving how his cum leaked out of her.

"I'm not teasing," Amy said sticking her tongue out at her mother as she slid into the seat beside Simon. "I was just showing my adorable brother what awaited him when he gets home tonight," she said reaching over rubbing Simon's thigh.

"Mmm," Caroline quietly moaned as Simon fondled her breasts, "Oh Simon," she purred quickly unbuttoning the buttons on her suit jacket. "Here!" Caroline said placing his hands back onto her breasts. "God Simon, you make me feel so wanted," she whispered into his ear. Trying to keep her body from shuddering as Simon played with her breasts. She could feel her nipples hardening to the point where they showed through her bra.

"Simon, eat," Pamela said patting his shoulders.

"But...I'm not done yet," Caroline pouted.

"You are now," Pamela said pushing her friend out of Simon's lap. "Simon, needs to eat before he goes out tonight."

Simon had eaten numerous times during a fire fight, yet none were as stressful as sitting in that kitchen with three women hungry for what only he could provide. Those eyes of theirs always on him, always measuring him for what he dared not ask.

"So...Simon just what are the four of you going to be doing other than drinking?" Amy asked taking a bite of her chicken cordon bleu.

"I'm going to try and see if they'll play a major part in my plan to finally be rid of Melody. Amy, I have a favour to ask?"

"Who's Melody?" Caroline asked confused.

"My ex-girlfriend from six years ago," Simon said matter-of-fact.

"Paul's new whorish wife," Pamela spat when Caroline still had that perplexed look.

"And I beat that bitch," Amy said leaning into her brother. His shoulder resting in-between her breasts as they pressed in on either side of his left arm. Her fingers softly caressing Simon's jaw placing a warm lingering kiss on his cheek. "Because I got to show you how much you mean to me before that slut. Because I got to finally be your woman. A woman that has longed for you since I was sixteen. A woman that finally got to please the only man she loved all her life," she whispered her lips brushing against his skin as she pulled away. "So what's this favour Simon?" Amy asked returning to her meal.

"Is there any way you could lure Dad to a hotel for me?"

"What are you doing to do?" Amy asked concerned Simon would hurt himself if it came to blows between the two of them.

"Me? Nothing, well...except for filming it," Simon said taking a sip from his drink.

"Then you're not going to fight him?" Amy asked reaching over taking hold of his forearm.

"Why should I? A beating while painful it's short lived. I'm going to break him! Melody's destruction was all but assured the moment she showed her face here." Simon growled an evil light flared in the depths of his eyes. "As they and you did to me all those years' ago, them more so than you," he said softening his tone. Brushing the back of his fingers against her cheek to ease her fears.

"Simon? Is this woman worth all this trouble?" Caroline asked drawing his attention to her.

"It's either this or fuck her, and that's not even an option I'm even willing to entertain. Plus knowing her she's been fucking uncle all this time," Simon said placing his hand over hers, "I wouldn't put it past her that uncle is the kid's father, and she's playing both of them."

"I see," Caroline said leaning back in her chair. Chewing on her nails wondering if it was her cunt she had tasted on Robert's cock before she kicked him out of her bed.

"Stop that honey," Pamela said taking hold of her friend's forearm. "We wouldn't want you to ruin those lovely nails."

"Yes. You aren't ever going to fuck her," Amy said turning his chin towards her. She wanted to experience that kiss again. That same kiss that had left her so horny since lunch. Her lust burned through her like a raging conflagration as her lips touched his. Their tongues swirled around each others. Her body moved on instinct. Straddling Simon's left leg, her arms draped along his shoulders. Her hips grinding her aching mound along his leg. Her body trembling as her clit rubbed up and down his thigh. "Ah, ah, ah," Amy said breathing rapidly knowing her thong wouldn't do anything to soak up her awaking juices. If she wasn't careful she knew her scrubs and her brother's leg would become coated in her honey dew.

"Amy?!" Pamela said clearing her throat.

"Yes, do be a dear, and get off of my Simon," Caroline huffed angrily crossing her arms, her index finger tapping quickly on her bicep. "I understand you're horny, but that's no excuse to dry hump your brother at the dinner table."

"But!" Amy whined thrusting Simon's face deep into her bosom. "Fine!" winking at Simon as she slid off of his lap.

"Simon before you go." Caroline's hips swayed alluringly as she caught him in the hallway that led to his bedroom after they had finished dinner.

"Hmm?"

"I need to feel you, baby," Caroline said lowering the zipper on her skirt as she approached Simon. "I know we don't have much time, and that's okay," she purred sensuously dropping her shirt to the floor. "My pussy is still throbbing from this morning. Come, make me forget all about Robert," Caroline purred taking hold of his hand leading Simon to his bedroom.

"So, you did say you're were going to make it entertaining?" Amy asked as she backed out of the driveway. Slamming on the brakes, her mouth shaped in a frozen "O" as she felt Simon's hand in-between her legs. "Fuck me! Yes! Rub that pussy, Simon!" Amy screamed out.

"My, my, so sensitive today," Simon said wickedly, "I think you better get going, or we'll have the police on to us."

"O-o-okay," Amy said with shaky breath. The fifteen minute drive to the sports bar was nearly torture for her. Three times her brother had gotten her off-three times she flooded her panties in her orgasmic juices. She had no idea how she kept her car on the road as Simon sucked on her neck while his free hand fondled her right breast. God. She wanted, no, needed him to fuck her. Needed him to ram that fat cock of his into her wet, dripping, overflowing cunt. To make her howl as those balls of his slapped her clit as that cock sought out her womb. Rolling to a stop as they reached the sports bar. "Well..." Amy breathed heavily, "You did make that entertaining," she said with a satisfied smirk.

"Told you," Simon said opening the passenger side door.

"Text me when you need me to come get you," Amy said sucking on her lower lip as the dome light filled her brother's eyes. Wishing she could taste those lips of his again, yet she had seen Adam leaning against the wall of restaurant which left her rather annoyed. Simon's lips needed to feel her kiss, to leave without one was just plan wrong.

"Man, your sister is as hot now as she was then," Adam said smirking as Simon neared.

"You have no idea."

"Well, come on, the others are inside waiting for you," Adam said patting Simon's shoulder.

"Simon!" Cody said waving wildly as Adam and Simon entered the establishment.

"Simon!" Brittany cried happily jumping from her seat. Simon eyed the men there as they watched her B cup breasts bounced, her brunette hair swaying with each step. Simon wondered if they would look the same way at his friend if they knew she was actually a guy. Then again, her skin tight dress didn't leave much to the imagination. "Oh Simon!" Brittany cried throwing her arms around Simon's neck. Pressing her body sensually against his, her crotch brushing against the hard-on she felt against her body. "My, Simon, aren't you a big boy?" she whispered into his ear, "I know it wasn't from me. Did your sister get you hard, hmm? Would you let your oldest friend have a taste of your cock?" Brittany asked hinting that she knew all along something was odd about his family. Not that she could berate him far from it. It was her mother that taught her how to be a woman. How to please a man with her body. Before her operation her mother used and still does fuck her with that same strap on she trained her on. However, once her father, who she feared greatly at the time, found out about her secret he used her like a slut. How she loved cumming for her father. He was the first man that truly saw her as a woman. Brittany would've broken down when she was going through the transition from all the hate she felt pressing in on her if it wasn't for her father. "No need to be shy you aren't the only one that likes family love," Brittany whispered her breath on in his ear.

"Hello M-Brittany," Simon said hugging his friend. Which felt odd given how her breasts pressed into his chest. It was going to take sometime seeing Matt as a woman. However, whomever did her work made sure that wouldn't be hard to do. "I don't think you be able to handle it."

"Oh, you never know until you let me have a spin on it. Trust me if I can make Adam and Cody cum in five minutes with my pretty tight pussy. I think I'll be able to handle this," Brittany cooed her body blocking everyone's view as her hand caressed Simon's rod. "Oh my! You are a big boy!" she gasped giving her friend's cock a squeeze, "About as big as my daddy. Oh yes. My little pussy can handle this beast," Brittany purred.

"Brittany, don't hog Simon all night," Adam sighed.

"What?! Can't an old friend show how much she missed him?" Brittany pouted.

"Not saying you can't Brit," Adam said rolling his eyes as Brittany snuggled up to Simon. "It's just that Simon isn't going to be here all night, and he has something important to ask us," he said eager to finally get his cock deep inside of Melody.

"Well, I was going to ask if you wanted in," Simon said his eyes running down Brittany's body. "Man, if I didn't..." Brittany's hand covered his mouth silencing his words as they walked towards their table.

"I. Am. A. Woman!" Brittany growled low.

"Hey, hey, I'm not saying you aren't Brittany," Simon said seeing his old friend in those brown eyes of hers, "You know me, dude. Who was it that knew about your dream before anyone else? When I found you that night after those jackoffs beat you for wanting to be this. Who was it that made sure you were alright? I just didn't think you would look so..."

"Yes," Brittany said arching an eyebrow.

"Hot."

"Thanks!" Brittany beamed up at him. "So what were you going to ask?" she asked as they got to their table.

"One sec, I need a beer," Adam said looking around for a waitress, yet upon seeing none around turning to Simon. "You want one."

"Sure, just one through," Simon said sternly.

"Sure thing," Adam said nodding before heading off to the bar.

"Simon, do you need any help?" Brittany asked watching how he rested his cane on the lip of the table. Balancing on one leg while he pulled out their rather high chairs. Her hand ran up and down Simon's back as he climbed into the seat.

"Nah, I'm good."

"Okay, I know Adam told us not to ask, but what the hell is up with the cane?" Cody asked his short platinum blond hair brushed against his forehead as he leaned forward.

"Yes, do tell us Simon," Brittany said moving her chair closer to Simon. She always had a crush on Simon. Now that she was finally a woman she hoped to experience the man she had fond over in her youth.

"I enlisted, was sent to Iraq, lost my calf in the sand dunes," Simon chuckled, "Days it took to find it only be left wanting when it left me a "Dear John" letter."

"Damn," Cody mouthed the word.

"Oh honey," Brittany said draping herself against his side, "And you still have these hard muscles too," she said lustfully as she ran her hand over his chest.

"Well, yeah, have to have something to do when the women run screaming when they see what remains of my leg."

"Then they are fools for letting you go," Brittany said her tongue teasing Simon's earlobe.

"Simon, you might want to watch that one," Adam said with a pointed look at Brittany. "She's always horny," he said shooting Brittany a knowing smirk.
"Hey!" Brittany said wiggling her nose, "I didn't hear you complaining when you came four times inside of me yesterday."

"Hey, what can I say that's a tight little hole you have there," Adam said shrugging his shoulders as he took a sip of his beer.

"Would you like to try it Simon?" Brittany asked hoping that he would. "I'll do anything you want, just let me feel you inside of me," she whispered in a wanton purr.

"Anything?!" Simon asked wondering if he could add to his father's downfall.

"Mmm-hmm," Brittany cooed stroking Simon's cock through his pants.

"So Simon you said something about Melody?" Adam asked eager to fulfill his high school wet dream.

"Ah, right, I'll have to go back to six years ago," Simon said, going into detail how he found out she was sleeping with his father while leaving everything else out. How upon his return learnt how they had married and nothing ever happened to them. "See," he said. Opening up his message app setting his phone in the middle of the table showing them the nudes she had sent him. "Even after she ran off, got pregnant she is still trying to fuck with me."

"Damn!" All three said unison as Melody's picture filled the screen. Simon wasn't ashamed to say he was checking out his friend's ass as she leaned over the table. He was sure most the guys that had a view of it were too. Not that he could blame them she was flashing off that mound of hers as her dress rode up. Placing his hand palm up on her seat Simon was curious to see if it felt like a real woman's labia. Brittany didn't say word when she sat back down, yet those eyes of hers shot quickly towards him. Simon's Adams apple bobbed as that devious smile spread across her lips.

"My aren't you the naughty one," Brittany whispered in his ear, "Does my pussy feel like your sister's? Better yet I think you need to really feel me," she said lifting her hips slightly. Pushing back her dress enough, taking hold of his middle and index finger, peeling her panties to the side before allowing him to explore her sex. "So what do you think?" Brittany asked in a hushed whisper squeezing her muscles around his appendages.

"Feels like the real thing," Simon admitted.

"Then you'll stick this cock inside of me?" Brittany asked breathing heavily into a ear.

"So..." Cody began to say only to be cut off by Adam.

"We can fuck her right?" Adam asked low so not to be over heard.

"Yeah, that is why I have asked for you three to meet here," Simon nodded, "Because I'm so not fucking her."

"Good. Not when there are better women eager and willing to fuck you," Brittany said. She just couldn't stop touching Simon's cock. She had to see it. Had to know how it felt deep inside of her. Biting Simon's shoulder as she came on his fingers.

"And you're okay with us taking turns?" Cody asked feeling himself getting hard at the thought and the look on Brittany's face. He knew that look well enough to know she had just came.

"Well," Simon said scratching his chin, "At first yes, see I want her to believe I'm the one doing it. While in all actuality the two of you will be taking turns. You just can't say a word. At least until I end the charade. Then how would the two of you feel spilt roasting the bitch?"

"Oh, they won't have a problem with that. They've tag teamed me enough to not have performance issues," Brittany said shooting her childhood friends a coy smirk. "But what about me Simon? I too want to fuck this bitch. I hate how she broke your heart," she said, her hand moved over his sculpted chest to come to a rest over Simon's heart.

"Umm...sure, you can but it'll be after I end the game. However, there is one thing I would like for you to do," Simon said looking over at Brittany.

"I've already told you I'll do anything you want Simon. The question is are you willing to pay the price," Brittany said taking a sip of Simon's beer. "So what is it you need me to do?"

"I need you to fuck my father," Simon said leaning in to Brittany, "Can you make him believe he's fucking Amy?" he whispered into her ear. Since she had already knew, however she had guessed at it, he didn't see a reason to hide it from her.

"Why isn't she doing it?"

"Umm...personal reasons." Simon blushed hard as those eyes of hers became sultry.

"Oh, she's in love with you," Brittany gasped before that sinful smile formed on her lips. "I can't blame her," her tongue curled touching the tip of her nose, "A man as handsome, caring, strong as you are is a rare find. So do you fuck all your family members?" Brittany asked low wondering if their two families could mingle together. Her eyes lit up when Simon nodded. "You and I need to get together some time. I think our families would get along extremely well."

"It have to be after the holiday weekend. Mom and Amy wants to go to the lake house."

"You have a lake house!" Brittany said in awe.

"Dude! Why didn't you tell us we could be partying at the lake," Adam said faking annoyance.

"I have a mountain one too," Simon said taunting his friend.

"You so have to take me," Brittany said leaning in, "Then maybe you'll fuck me on the beach or in the snow?"

"So what exactly is in it for you if we do this?" Cody asked wondering if Simon was the same person he once knew. The way Brittany was hanging all over him told him she must have found something she wanted.

"Blackmail," Simon said matter-of-fact, "It's the only way I can protect my family from that whore. Plus breaking my father that's just a damn good bonus."

"Wait?! Let me get this right she's blackmailing you into fucking her, so you're going to orchestrate this elaborate plan all so you can blackmail her back?! Why?" Adam asked perplexed.

"And break her so splendidly that she leaves me and my family alone for the rest of her life. Plus I thought given how she felt about the three of you what better way then having you three drill her so spectacularly that it will forever live with her."

"Okay I get that, but why?" Adam asked stabbing the table with his finger.

"Come on genus," Brittany sighed in aspiration, "Because Simon here shares something special with us," she said shooting her two friends a knowing look.

"Oh! Is that why your mom wouldn't give me the time of day?" Adam asked shaking the table. "Tell me how was she?! What about Amy? Are her tits as awesome as they appear to be?!"

"Dude!" Cody said slapping Adam's arm, "Would you want Simon to ask about how your own mother," he whispered low, "Pussy looked liked?"

"Forgive me Simon, it's just they're so damn hot," Adam sighed deeply.

"Mmm-hmm," Brittany nodded, "Simon, have you ever seen you mom or sister with another woman?"

"No," Simon lied.

"Maybe you'll like to see me with them?" Brittany asked walking her fingers up his arm.

"We'll see."

"I need another beer," Adam said sliding off his seat, "Want me to get you another?" he asked Simon reaching over picking up his empty bottle.

"Nah, one is my limit."

"Don't be a pussy have another," Brittany said bumping his shoulder.

"Can't it affects me to much with the meds I'm on," Simon said looking over at her.

"Oh. I'm sorry I should have known," Brittany said hiding her embarrassment.

"Don't worry bud I'll get you a soda," Adam said patting Simon's shoulder as he passed.

"Well, wouldn't you know," Simon chuckled wickedly as Melody sent him another nude text.

"I can't wait for tomorrow night. My pussy is already wet thinking about your cock. God. It was so big! I wonder if I can fit it all inside this pretty pussy?!" Melody texted sending along another picture of her gapping cunt.

"God! Who the hell wants to see that!" Brittany spat in disgust.

"Damn!" Adam said nearly yelling in Simon's ear.

"So what hotel are we going to?" Running a goggle search for the closest hotel near his grandmother's place. All so Melody would believe he was genuine in meeting her. Quickly, reserving a room for tomorrow night, prepaying for the room so once he was gone all Adam to do was turn in the key once they were done with Melody. Sending a text to her to meet up at eight tomorrow night at the Sea Maiden hotel

"Is any one of you working tomorrow?" Simon asked looking around the table.

"I do," Cody said.

"Me too," Adam said in a tired sigh.

"Well, I'm free all day, and I mean all day," Brittany said sensuously before assaulting Simon's lips. "God, a man who can actually kiss," she said dreamily.

"Hey!" Adam and Cody chirped in unison.

"What?! None of you knows how to move that flaccid thing you call a tongue," Brittany said in a matter-of-fact tone, "If you worked on it like I said I wouldn't have said it. So who taught you how to kiss like that?" she asked snuggling up to Simon.

"My grandmother," Simon whispered the hints of pain underlying his words.

"Well, you tell her she has my seal of approval in her teaching," Brittany sighed happily.

"I can't she died over a week ago," Simon said a single tear glistened in his eye.

"Man! Why didn't you say something!" Cody said irked that Simon hadn't told them about it. "Melody, knows this right?" his anger flaring when Simon nodded.

"Oh, we are so going to take this bitch down," Adam said looking over at Cody.

"Damn right we are," Cody said with a stern nod. "We're going to make her regret fucking with our friend when he's grieving."

Simon couldn't help but smile at their words. It seemed to him they haven't changed in the six years he was gone. While some things and a certain person might have changed, yet they were the same people he knew all his life.

"You loved her more than a grandson should didn't you?" Brittany asked when she saw the lost in his eyes when he spoke of her. How her heart ached for him as Simon slowly nodded. "She was the one that brought you in to our world?" she asked again Simon nodded. "Oh Simon!" Brittany said thrusting his face into her bosom.

Simon began to wonder why he was constantly face down in breasts. Not that he was complaining. He pondered if he just had that kind of face. Although Simon was genuinely surprised how good Brittany breasts felt. He could feel the implants, yet they didn't detract from the softness of those mounds of pillowy flesh. Nevertheless, they weren't anywhere near how good his sister's felt.

"I know they aren't real breasts, but I hope they can offer you solace in your time of need," Brittany whispered sweetly stroking his hair.

"So compared to Brittany's how does your sister's boobs feel like?" Adam asked with a cocky grin.

"I'm so not answering that," Simon said knowing a trap when he saw one. All four shared a heartily laugh. Enjoying each others company as ten minutes turned to an half an hour then and hour. Yet as the time reached nine thirty p.m. Simon felt his medication starting to wear off. He needed to get back before it wore off completely. Simon didn't notice the worried, concerned looks Adam and Brittany wore as he rubbed his leg.

"Alright, I got to hit the head," Simon sighed at their confused looks, "The bathroom," he said shaking his head while reaching for his cane. He had texted his sister once the pain started to awaken, and to bring his percocet with her. Simon didn't see the nod Brittany gave the other two as they followed after Simon. Bracing himself against the wall as he stood in front of the urinal. Wincing as he accidentally put weight on his left leg from being startled by the pair of hands running up his back.

"Simon," Brittany whispered into his ear, "Allow me to help you. It can't be easy standing on one leg while taking a piss," she said reaching around batting his hand away. "Can you feel how soft my hands are on that thick cock of yours?" Brittany asked shaking his cock once he had finished. "Now I think a good cleaning is in order," she said feeling her cunt throbbing in heat. Smirking at Simon as she lead him towards the sink by his cock. "Now you rest here and I'll get your cane," Brittany said kissing him softly while her hands gently stroked his cock.

"Umm...Brittany..."

"Shh! Let me take care of you, Simon. You don't have to fuck me yet. I want that to be special between you and I, and not in the men's bathroom in a sports bar. There's no need to worry about being interrupted Adam and Cody are standing guard outside," Brittany said, her left hand stroked his shaft, right thumb kneaded that bulbous head. "What am I doing! Here you are showing me this fabulous cock of yours, and you are haven't even seen my boobs!" she said quickly shoving down the front of her dress. "Go on, Simon, touch them I promise you'll like them," Brittany said tilting her head back as Simon palmed her breasts. "Now I think...I know I need to feel your cock stuffing my mouth," she said squatting down in front of him. Brittany wasn't going to soil her knees on that bathroom floor. "You just let me know when you're about to cum, okay?" Brittany said before licking up the back of Simon's cock.

Brittany was in heaven as his semen exploded in her mouth. Her eyes fluttered as his sperm coated her tongue. She didn't know why, but Simon's cum tasted delicious not even her father's, Adam's, or Cody's tasted so good. Before she knew it she was bobbing rapidly on his softening member trying draw out every drop of cum still deep within his balls. As the head of his cock neared her lips as she pulled back, sucking hard as she swallowed his hot cum.

"Simon, take out your phone," Brittany ordered as she rose to her full height. Holding out her hand to him. Opening up his camera app snapping a few photos of her in various poses displaying her naked breasts for him. Hiking up her dress pushing her panties to the floor, her black lace g-string flipped in the air before landing on Simon's softening member. "Go on, get a whiff of my scent, can't you feel how wet they've been since you arrived?" Brittany asked smirking at how his cock started to rise again. She loved her father. She loved him all the more because of his acceptance. Yet Dale-her father-was getting up there in age, and she didn't wish to push her father. That was why she allowed Adam and Cody to fuck her. To ease some of the strain off of her father from her insatiable apatite.

Simon didn't need to feel her panties. He could feel their dampness on his cock. However, his attention wasn't focused on her panties, no, his eyes were captivated by Brittany's naked dance floor.

"Would you like to see it?" Brittany asked reaching down running her middle finger through her sex. Leaving a trail of her juice along her skin as her finger moved up that smooth patch of sin. "Have a taste of your oldest friend," she said offering her juice coated finger. Simon was perplexed it tasted like a pussy yet a tad sweeter. He was so confused. "Look at it Simon," Brittany said as she bent over in front of him. Showing off her perfectly sculpted pink throbbing labia, running two fingers through her lips before spreading them open. Letting Simon view her tight little hole she knew that he would soon be occupying. "Now, I hope you jack this fucking delicious cock to me," Brittany said holding him his phone back filled with pictures of her moist snatch.

"I'll be waiting with baited breath for a ride on this thing," Brittany cooed kissing him with longing after she had straightened out her dress. Yet that didn't quench the fire that was burning within her cunt. God. If Simon wasn't in pain at the moment she be filling that bathroom with her moans. "Now your sister should be here soon," she said, her hands down Simon's taut chest feeling her juices starting to gather in her canal. Moaning in her mind as she felt every single muscle he had. "There like nothing happen," Brittany said smiling sweetly at Simon.

"Okay, I need you three to meet me at Sea Maiden hotel, room 222 at seven thirty so we can be ready for Melody when she arrives," Simon said as he saw Amy's car pulling up. "Oh," he said pointing between Cody and Adam, "Might want to bring condoms no telling what she has."

"Right," Adam nodded.

"We are so going to destroy that bitch," Cody nodded fist bumping Adam.

"Damn right we are," Brittany said grimly. Her eyes flashed to Amy's car as it pulled to a stop. Her hips swayed alluringly as she walked towards Simon. She wanted to know if Amy was indeed in love with her brother. Brittany watched as Amy's eyes narrowed, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as she pressed her body against Simon's.

"Simon!" Amy shouted out the window as she saw that strange, beautiful woman kissing her brother.

"Now I'm jealous," Brittany pouted, "Why does she get to have you," she sighed heavily as she rested her head against his chest. "Give my apologizes to your sister I had to know."

"I see you all tomorrow," Simon said waving to his friends as limped towards Amy's car.

"Who the fuck was that bitch!" Amy seethed as Simon opened the passenger side door.

"Oh, that was Matt," Simon said sliding into the seat. Taking the pill bottle from the cup holder, "Thanks," he said popping two pills into his mouth.

"Wait! Back up. That was Matt, are you shitting me?!" Amy asked dumbfounded. "Matt!" she called out to Brittany as she pulled behind her car.

"Hey Amy, it's been a long time," Brittany said her crimson painted lips curved into a smile.

"When did you become a chick?! And just where did you get that dress?" Amy asked green eyes ran down Brittany's body. Wondering if Simon would enjoy seeing her wear such a dress.

"It's Brittany now, I transitioned a year after high school; and my daddy bought me this just last mouth I'll ask where he got it when I get home. He enjoys taking it off of me when I wear it. As I'm sure you're thinking the same thing with Simon," Brittany said smiling coyly as she bent over. Resting her arms on the seal of the open window. "So Amy how does his cock feel like deep inside of you? Does his thick cock stretch you out like I hope it will?" she asked giving Amy a knowing smile at her shocked look. "Please don't play innocent we both know how hot your brother is," Brittany said leaning into the cab of the car. Taking Amy by surprise her eyes glancing up at Simon as their kiss lasted for five heart beats. "Was that your first kiss from a woman?"

"N-n-no," Amy stammered.

"Mmm...then maybe you and I can put on a show for your brother, hmm? We both want to see that beast in it's full glory don't we?" Brittany asked her fingers running along Amy's jaw. "There's nothing like family love is there? It's okay I know...we all know what you and your mother does to Simon. I'm a little jealous you get to ride that fat cock any time you want. Can I see the two of you kiss?" She giggled when Amy didn't waste a second. "Damn that was hot! Makes me wish I had a brother," Brittany sighed quickly glancing down wondering if that beast had reared its head. "Simon, call me later we need to setup a meet and greet between our families, because I so want to share our unique taste with one another."

"I think..." Amy began to say looking over at Simon. She did wish they could be more open with one another. Was it possible? Could they finally be so open with one another; and not be shunned by the people around them, or have to lie about who they were? "We would like that."

"Good. Maybe we all could go to his lake house one weekend and really get to know one another?" Brittany asked planting the seed. "Well, I need to get home. My daddy will want to peel this off of me. It was good to see you again Simon and you Amy."

"Damn she's hotter than I am, and I'm a real woman! That is so unfair!" Amy said in stunned aspiration when they were half way home

"Umm...sis have you looked at yourself lately? You're rather..." Simon said eyeing her black slip dress that ended at mid thigh. He wondered why she would wear such a dress just to pick him up.
"Yes?!"

"Hot. You do know that right?" Simon asked pondering why she was comparing herself to Brittany.

"So...say if I wore a dress like that..."

"You wouldn't be wearing it for long," Simon said interrupting his sister. Smirking when Amy released a primal moan. He didn't know why his heart was racing as the lights of his house appeared down the road. Yet as he looked over at his sister the smile she wore kind of made him nervous.

"Wait Simon!" Amy said taking him by the arm when he neared the front door.

"What?"

"You can't see your gift yet," Pamela said rounding the corner of the house.

"Your sister went to a lot of trouble setting this up for you," Caroline said rounding the other corner.

"Why don't we let your sister go in first, and we'll guide you inside," Pamela said placing the blindfold over his eyes. "Don't worry baby let us lead you. We won't let you fall," she said. Placing his left arm along her shoulders, her right arm wrapped around his waist to bear his weight.

"Do bring in my adorable brother!" Amy called out once she was ready. Pamela and Caroline slowly led Simon into the living room. The items that could be moved into other rooms were to free up space for the stage and that chrome pole. The couch was pushed back against the farthest wall. The chairs were currently occupying the bedroom Amy had taken over. Ever changing lights pulsated in a random intervals that was attached to the head of the pole. Soft blue light illuminated the stage showing Pamela and Caroline the path in that dark room to the lone folding chair a foot away from the stage.

"Okay, Simon, just ease yourself down," Pamela said holding the back of the chair steady for her son.

"If you like it maybe...I could do the same thing for you?" Caroline whispered into his ear. When Amy and her friend brought the item into their home at first she was apprehensive, yet then as she walked around it when they waited for Amy to return with Simon. She spun around the pole a few times. Rolling her hips against just to see if she could actually do it. Looking behind her as Amy stood ready in the dark of the doorway to the living room. Wondering if she could get Amy to teach her, however, first she wanted to see this show. Only then would she make any decision if it would be feasible for her to preform such an act.

"I'm going to lay your cane down here on the floor," Pamela said setting it down beside him, "Do enjoy your gift baby. Maybe later you'll let your mother do the same thing for you," she purred as her hand ran up his crotch.

"Can I take this off now?" Simon asked touching the blindfold.

"Nah ah ah, not just yet. Allow your sister to do that." Pamela softly blew into his ear. "If you need anything we'll be over on the couch, you just howler if you need me for anything," she purred wantonly.

Police sirens echoed through the speakers as the intro to Madonna's 'Like a prayer' began to play. Amy walked sensuously towards her brother's back. Her hands rested on his shoulders before running down his chest as she leaned forward. His head sat in-between her breasts as her hips swayed to the music. Giving her mother the signal to pause the music.

"Simon, before I take off the blindfold. I want you to know no one has ever seen me do this outside of the studio that is. I do hope you enjoy what your about to see, because if you do I was thinking making this a regular thing between us," Amy said lovingly, "How about we take this off now?" she asked tossing the blindfold to her mother. "Now you sit there, and allow your sister to please the only man she ever loved," Amy whispered into his hair before placing a kiss on top of his head.

Simon's eyes went wide at the sight of the stripper pole and its stage. His Adams apple bobbed as Amy's sultry green eyes fell upon him. His tongue rolled around his mouth to try to bring some symbolize of moisture to it as he eyed Amy's black translucent bra and panties.

"Does my body please you Simon?" Amy asked. Yet all Simon could do was nod. "Excellent!" Amy purred before lightly kissing his lips. "Now enjoy the show," she said slyly smirking turning back to the stage.

Nodding to her mother that she was ready.

"Life is a mystery." Amy slowly walked around the pole allowing the flashing lights to display her body to her brother. "Everyone must stand alone." Her eyes falling on Simon foretelling of his years alone. "I hear you call my name." Grabbing high onto pole inverting herself as legs wrapped around the top of the pole. "And it feels like home." Amy hanged upside down, winking at Simon as she began to see that hunger in his eyes.

"When you call my name it's like a little prayer." Placing her hands on the stage releasing her hold on the pole. Spreading her legs flashing her brother her paradise before bending forward going into a split in front of Simon. "I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there." Peering over her shoulder smirking at Simon as she softly bounced her hips simulating what they were going to do soon. "In the midnight hour I can feel your power." Amy bit her lips as her aching mound softly brushed against the stage as she twerked. "Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there." Reaching behind her back unhooking the clasp of her bra. Cupping her breasts, holding her bra to her chest as she spun around on her knees to face him.

"I hear you voice, it's like an angel sighing." Rolling her hips alluringly, unbridled lust filled her eyes as that rod of man flicked against Simon's jeans. "I have no choice, I hear your voice." Amy beckoned Simon forward. "Feels like flying." Using her bra, hooking it behind his head bringing Simon forward. "I close my eyes, oh God I think I'm falling." Holding Simon's head against her chest brushing her breasts across his face. "Out of the sky, I close my eyes." Amy leaned down her lips brushing against his allowing Simon to feel her passion, her need, her hunger as he tasted his woman. "Heaven help me." Amy mouthed the words as she pulled away. Pushing her brother back, wagging her finger at him before lowering herself onto her back.

"Like a child you whisper softly to me." Bracing her feet on the lip of the stage, spreading her legs, her right hand ran down her flat stomach. Her back arched as the pad of her index finger ran up her slit. Her body trembled as she fought to contain her moan. "You're in control just like a child." Bringing her legs up, pressing them together showing off her red puffy lips. Her left hand reached down smacking her ass as she rocked her legs back and forth. "Now I'm dancing." Rolling to her knees, reaching back resting her left leg then her right on his lap. "It's like a dream, no end and no beginning." Thrusting her ass against his chest, rocking her hips rubbing her mound against his shirt.

"F-f-fuck!" Amy hissed her nails dragged along the stage. She didn't think she would have came, yet it appeared her body had other plans. Pressing her hand against Simon's hand as he held onto her right breast to steady her body. "You're here with me, it's like a dream." Reaching between her legs unzipping Simon's fly, her fingers seeking out the one thing that could make things right.

Her body craved for the only thing that could quench the fire in her molten mound. While she wanted to finish the set for Simon, however, her desire overruled everything. Bracing her hands on the lip of the stage lowering her legs to the floor.

"Oh Simon!" Amy howled out in surprise as Simon licked up her covered mound. "Fuck baby! If you want my pussy I think it would be better if you went straight to the source," she said looking back pulling aside her thong. Wondering why her mother and aunt were still sitting on the couch. That was until she saw them touching themselves. "Oh God!" Amy screamed out as Simon clamped his mouth around her clit. "Yes, yes, yes! That's it baby bro make your sister feel good!"

"Yes, you better take care of my darling girl, Simon," Pamela said sternly as her fingers ran slowly up and down her labia.

"Yes, do give us a show," Caroline said licking her lips as she fondled herself.

"Simon, get up here and fuck your sister! I've been waiting all day for this, to feel you thrusting hard into me. I know your leg might be hurting so just hold on to me for support while you fuck me with that delicious cock of yours," Amy ordered.

"With pleasure," Simon said getting to his feet. A primal moan rumbled in his chest as his cock inched into his sister's tight cunt.

8:00 p.m. the next night...

"Simon!" Melody cried joyfully as she entered the lobby of the hotel. Wearing the same trench coat she had worn a few days ago and little of nothing else underneath it. It was so Simon wouldn't have to trouble his leg to undress her. Throwing her arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his lips. A mischievous light flared in her eyes as Simon actually kissed her back. Thinking that she was indeed getting Simon underneath her thumb. "So Simon are you ready to experience me?!" she asked breathing heavily into his ear. Simon said nothing as he took her by the hand leading her towards the elevators. She didn't care if he was or wasn't after tonight none of that would matter any longer. She knew once he felt how it was being inside of her that Simon would be just another pawn for her to use just like when they were in high school. "Simon, we have all night your father said he was going to be with your sister for the rest of the evening," Melody said watching his reflection for any hint of reaction to her words. Yet all she was meet with was that steely gaze of his. "I'm going to show you such a good time Simon," she said sucking on his neck.

"It's okay Simon," Melody said rubbing his crotch knowing the security personnel a very good show. "I know the bad blood between us won't be easy to repair, but I want you to know I'm willing to work at it," she said as the elevator doors rolled open. "Come, I want to show everything I have to offer," Melody said tugging him out of the cab.

"This way," Simon said leading her down the hall to room 222. An evil light flared in the depths of his brown eyes knowing his father was ready to feel his wrath. The quickness the man jumped when Amy called him. Simon shuddered in the darkness of the bathroom at how his father nearly jumped on his sister when she opened the door. However, due to Amy's quick thinking she avoided the mauling. Looking to his friends as Amy told his father she had something special for him. Cody and Adam covered their mouths as Brittany teased Simon in the dark of the bathroom. Listening to the sound of the cuffs closing as Amy got their father ready. With his father blindfolded, gagged, and cuffed Simon knew they were ready. Brittany winked at him as she got to her knees in front of his father as he passed to go fetch Melody. "Put this on," Simon said turning to her holding out an extra blindfold. "I want to surprise you," he said bashfully hoping Melody was buying his act.

"Oh, do you have something special for me? Did you make the room ready for me?" Melody asked with a sinister smile as she took the blindfold from him. She was willing to humour him. She wanted Simon to think she was genuine in her words. Melody had no inkling of repairing the bad blood between them. All that mattered to her was that Simon would should be giving into her whenever she wanted. She was forever going to hold the threat of his incestuous activities over him. It was the only way she knew that Simon would forever be underneath her thumb. "Okay, I'm ready," Melody said as the blindfold settled over her eyes.

With the sound of the card key sliding into the reader, giving his friends the signal to open the door. Silently stepping to the side as Adam took hold of Melody's hand. Simon diverted his eyes at the sight of his nude friend. Rolling his eyes at Adam's smirk. Quietly following after them, closing the door behind them as Melody's voice filled the room. Simon saw his father become still as Brittany sucked him off at the sound of her voice. An evil smirk appeared on Simon's lips knowing his father's thoughts on people like Brittany. Simon wondered if this would fracture his psyche. An maniacal laugh rippled through his mind at the thought.

"Oh, Simon," Melody cooed as Adam roughly pushed her onto the bed. "Go easy baby, we have all night," she said worriedly as Adam snatched down her panties. Buttons popped as he ripped open her coat. "Fuck!" Melody cried out as Adam thrust rough and hard into her. Squeezing her breasts before sucking on her milk filled orbs. "Simon...I don't... know...you liked it rough."

Simon rested against the dresser blowing his sister a kiss as she moved around the room videoing it all. Watching as Amy whispered into their father's ear, Simon fought down his laughter at his father's vehement nod. Seeing the sour look on Brittany's face as she spat out Paul's semen. Her nose wrinkled as she scurried over to him.

"His semen is so rancid," Brittany whispered so Melody won't hear. "Simon, after I'm done can I please suck you off to get the taste out of my mouth?" she asked with pleading eyes. How could he say no? She was doing him a huge favour. Reaching down undoing his fly, watching how Brittany's eyes lit up as he freed his cock from his underwear. "Thank you Simon," Brittany whispered smiling up at Simon.

Quickly looking up as Adam grunted, arching an eyebrow at his friends loud grunts as he came deep within Melody. Nodding to Cody telling him it was his turn. Listening to Melody's surprised gasp as Cody flipped her onto her stomach. Brining her up to her knees listening to her gasp as Cody ravished her cunt.

"Oh Simon! I thought you would be bigger, but I didn't know you could get it up so soon so unlike your father." Simon glanced over at his father watching his brow furrow in annoyance. Looking down as Brittany's mouth glided along his rod. Holding the back of her head as his cock swelled.

"So much better," Brittany whispered her eyes fluttered as she swallowed his load. "Now let's get this charade over with shall we?" she asked wondering if Simon liked the sight of her naked body. Simon couldn't argue. It was indeed time to end this charade, and end his ex-girlfriend's schemes once and for all. Nodding to Adam to take up his position, and for his sister to get the camera ready. When they were ready reaching over snatching off the blindfold.

"So you think I would fuck you!" Simon said grinning madly at her shocked expression. Giving Adam the perfect opportunity to thrust his cock into her mouth. "Did you honestly believe I would stick my cock into that whorish loose cunt you call a pussy?!"

"It is pretty damn loose," Cody said which Adam confirmed with a nod.

"That you could threaten me and my family and nothing would happen to you, slut! So tell me how does it feel getting fucked by the very guys you bitched about in high school?" Simon asked smiling wickedly at her pleading eyes. "Please! Getting fucked by two guys shouldn't be..." Laughing along with Adam and Cody as she came on Cody's tool. "Well, I do wonder if Dad knows you're still fucking uncle?" he asked looking over Melody's back seeing his father looking over at them. Melody's eyes shot towards him as if to say "How did you know?!"

"A whore will always be a whore. Knowing you, you wouldn't retract those claws you have in those two stupid idiots. However, you are no longer my problem. I would think you have more pressing concerns like - divorce. Oh, do smile for the camera," Simon said pointing to his sister. He couldn't contain his maniacal laughter as Amy waved at her from behind camera. "Oh, do say hey to Dad he's heard everything! So I do wonder how much longer I'll have to deal with a whorish stepmother?"

"Simon please..." Melody began to say only to have Adam shoving his cock back into her mouth.

"Please what?" Simon asked tilting his head to the side. "Brittany are you done with the old man yet?" he asked looking around the bed.

"Yep!" Brittany said glad to be off that cock. "How did it feel to fuck someone that use to be a man?" she whispered into Paul's ear watching him turn beet red. When Simon told her about his father's perversion to people like her she was all the more willing to fuck his father.

"Then get over here and let this bitch eat her husband's cum out of that pretty pussy you have there," Simon said smiling at her.

"Gladly!" Brittany chirped happily. "Well, you heard Simon eat this pussy!" she said shoving Adam out of the way before thrusting Melody's face into her crotch.

"Dude, don't...ah, who am I kidding say it again!" Simon chuckled.

"Eat that pussy!" Brittany said reverting to her original voice. Smiling over at Simon when Melody choked on Paul's semen. "Well boys, how about we dp this bitch?!"

"Thought you never ask," Adam grinned madly. Rubbing his hands together after he and Cody played rock, paper, scissors for the pink. Teasing Cody when he lost.

"Well Dad," Simon said taking off the blindfold, "How does it feel?" he asked making his father watch as they gangbanged Melody. "To finally know what it's like to see the woman that's supposed to love you fucking everything and everyone without a care. Do you finally feel the pain you caused me six years ago?!" Simon growled in his father's ear. "No, I guess you don't seeing how you didn't give a shit about your own son back then. No, you just wanted some whorish pussy that you could fuck on a whim. Well Dad, she's all fucking yours!" he said sarcastically. "Though I doubt that kid is yours, I would get yourself and the kid tested for whatever she might have. Who knows what uncle could have given her. Do enjoy being cockold for the rest of the night," Simon said patting Paul's shoulder. Walking back to the bed, giving Amy the signal to stop recording.

"Brittany, let her speak for a moment," Simon said waving Brittany off. Taking hold of Melody's chin, making sure she saw the hate in his eyes. "If you ever fucking threaten me or my family again that tape will see the light of day. Who would believe a slut that enjoys gangbangs? Now I think you have far more pressing matters like say as to why you made my father believe that kid is his when in truth it's uncle's," he said whether or not it was true he didn't care. All he cared about was sowing the seed of doubt into his father's mind.Yet as her eyes widened he pondered if had accidentally stumbled onto the truth. "Well fellas, do enjoy this slut of a bitch," Simon said nodding to Amy that it was time to leave.

"Simon!" Brittany scrambled off the bed returning to her sweet, soft, alluring voice

"Hmm?"

"I'm so glad you're back!" Brittany said, kissing him taking hold of his hands placing them firmly on her ass. "I can't wait for you to fill me with your hot spunk." Brittany and Adam waved to Simon as the door closed forever ending Melody's threat to his family.

The End.

Epilogue

One year and six months later...

Simon stood gazing through the window of the nursery. Once he had left that motel room Simon had never heard a peep from his father or Melody. Whether they were still married or not he didn't care. His uncle had mysteriously fled the home he once occupied with Caroline when Robert learned that Paul knew the truth. Was he proud he had possibly destroyed his father's marriage. Damn right he was! Every night he went to bed with a smile on his face. Yet as the days turned into months then a year Melody soon left his mind. He had other pressing matters on his mind than his old cheating ex-girlfriend.

Brittany held true to her word bring Cody's, Adam's, and her own family together along with his. Surprisingly, their families got along so well, they kind of turned into an extended family. When word was out that Caroline, then Amy, and lastly his mother was pregnant they all rushed over to congratulate them. When the baby shower came around Simon was quickly whisked out of the house by Adam and Cody. His new extended family throwing his own party for him. He had no clue how he was going to be a father, but he knew he be better than his own. Plus he knew he wouldn't be alone any longer Amy would never allow that. Smiling as he read the names of his daughters' and son's names wondering if his grandmother was proud of him. Yet he was unaware of the shadow that moved passed him.
"Simon! What are you doing here!" Brittany called out from down the hall. All Simon did was point to the four empty beds of his children. "Come on silly, they're waiting on you," she giggled pulling him down the hall.

Entering the room where his mother, sister and aunt rested after hours of labor. The crowd parted as they entered the room. There in the arms of their mother's were the next generation of Winters. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the slight movement of that shadow, as it approached their beds. Simon's lip trembled as the shadow solidified into Judy's ghostly form.

"Hallelujah!" everyone sang causing a tear to roll down Simon's cheek.