With my back turned, I stood washing dishes, listening, as Jody's silence finally broke and she started her tale.
"My dad...He came home drunk one night, screaming. Mom was gone and I came out, from my bedroom to see what was wrong. He had his dick out, yelling about how he was never satisfied!" She started off, as I turned my head around in amazement.
"Jody, please stop! You don't have to tell me this." I blurted out, but she held up her hand and went on.
I do...I really do and especially to you...I screamed and he just started laughing, with an evil look in his eyes. He slapped me Scott – slapped me hard across the face and knocked me to the floor, ripping my clothes off!
The next thing I knew he was behind me and shoved his dick in my....You know, pussy. Oh God, he was so big Scott...I screamed and screamed, but he kept poking me hard and deep! Finally, he got relief and I felt his...cum shooting into me...Oh Christ, it was a blessing to have him done, but I was bleeding...I was a virgin Scott! I'd never been penetrated before!" She blurted out, sobbing.
I stood stunned, listening to Jody, leaning against the kitchen counter, my mouth and lips dry.
"That's why I went nuts yesterday...He kept after me for months, waiting until mom would leave and then grab me, making me do things he wanted done, telling me how mom never did those things and how good it felt. I got numb to it all after a while...And God help me Scott I started to enjoy the sex!" She went on, sobbing louder.
"Jesus Jody..." I stammered and walked stiffly to her side and held her head in my arms, adding, "I'm so sorry Jody."
Crying softly, Jody wrapped her arms around my waist and squeezed, as I thought to myself, "Well, you wanted the story, asshole."
"It all came back to me yesterday...Christ, it seemed so real again. Knowing he fucked me every time he wanted to and no way out. And then - you telling me you wrote about incest...I just lost it!" and she broke down and started to cry in deep, long, sobs.
I knelt down and softly grabbed Jody's face and brought her lips to mine, lips covered in tears and snot, but I kissed her just the same, soft and tenderly, whispering,
"Its okay Jody, those days are gone - you're safe now. I'm here and you can always come here if you want, anytime."
"Oh Scott...God damn you, where have you been!" She cried out, letting her sobs slow down and finally end.
"I'm right here babe...Always have been. We just needed to meet." I said calmly, hugging her tighter.
"Oh ya, sure - you an incest porn writer! That's great, from the fire into the frying pan!" She cried out, with a laugh starting take over he sobs.
"Well...How else would you want it? At least you know who I am!" I replied, laughing with her.
Jody rose, on unsteady legs and I reached to help her. A small smile crossed her face when I slipped my hands around her waist, squeezing softly. Lifting her arms she wrapped them around my neck and pressed in close whispering,
"Thank you so much...For listening and not being judgmental."
My cock stirred again, at the close contact, and I hugged her tightly, reveling in the softness of her body and the full curve of her hips.
"I need to shower and clean up...Come down later, we can have a drink and talk some more...Okay?" She said, slipping from my arms, kissing my cheek, and then added,
"Remember...320 "dip-shit" not 319!" winking, as she turned to walk away.
My door closed quietly and I turned giving a Tiger Woods arm thrust for victory, as I cried out, "Ya baby!"
I spent my time finishing the kitchen clean-up and getting myself ready for the day, while my mind did, rapid, mental maneuvers, going between feeling sorry and hurt for Jody and trying to figure out a way to get Jody's story on paper – with her approval of course. I was amazed at myself, but I knew desperation when I felt too.
I gave Jody ample time before heading her way. I felt looking too anxious wouldn't be good and used the extra time to pick up a bottle of red wine. It was nearing 4PM when I stopped in front of her door, hesitating briefly, before I knocked.
"Who is it?" Jody's soft voice, asked.
I smiled, knowing fair well she was looking at me through the peep hole and answered her back,
"The dip-shit from 310!"
Quickly, she opened the door, laughing; and before I could catch my breath or say hi, she stood before me, looking at me with radiant eyes.
"Dip-shit? But you're not the dip-shit...He runs around in torn out old boxers with a semi all day! You're...Damn handsome cleaned up!" She replied, giving me a thorough up and down look.
The door swung fully open, and I gasped at the vision before me. There stood Jody, all 5 feet, 4 of her, with her red hair piled high, Rita Hayworth style; wearing white, skin tight, stretch pants and a shear, pale green, blouse, tied at her mid-riff, exposing her belly button. The top two buttons were undone and her ample breasts jiggled freely under the thin material, as she laughed.
Jody grabbed my arm pulling me inside, snapping me from my stunned expression.
"So how do I look...Cleaned up, that is?" She asked, doing a slow turn.
All I could do was whistle, as I watched her muscles ripple under the tight pants, her ass cheeks flexing, as she shifted weight from one leg, to the other, extending her arms like a TV game show girl.
"Guess you like how I look then." She commented, stopping her little show.
I had the proverbial "shit-eating" grin on my face, as I nodded my head, still staring.
"Well come on in then, dip-shit, so I can close the door!"
I took another step forward, as Jody brushed her tits across my arm, closing the door. Her perfume was intoxicating and I inhaled deeply, asking her what it was.
"Obsession - of course." She grinned, adding,
"You are obsessed aren't you? Make yourself comfortable Scott...I'll take that wine and be right in." continuing her grin, at my dumbfounded expression.
