This is a story that involves a bit of incest, though it is not the only theme. It is possible an evil creature, of some type, is involved in the story. It is strictly a sexual fantasy, if it is not your cup of tea, so be it. Read something else.
The Father's House (1998)
Prologue to part two:
Karle Avendale felt very strange on the drive to the small village below the mansion known as Patton's Place. It was as if he were not alone in the back of the old Bentley. His brother had died a long time ago, but he felt the presence of his younger brother. It was quite strange this feeling. Foolish, I am being foolish in my old age , he thought to himself.
The old car pulled up in front of the place, illegally parked taking up two places including a marked handicapped place. His driver came to his door on the right of the car. "We are here sir. Be careful of the curb here, Mr. Avendale."
"Thank you, Roger." Grabbing his cane with the help of Robert he exited the car. He had never been to this establishment before, but he was told it was the only shipping store in the small village. He was made aware that the place used a courier service which he would need to take advantage of. He walked across the sidewalk and pushed through the doors. The first thing he noticed was a very beautiful young woman behind a desk. She immediately stood to greet him.
"Sir..., it's Mr. Avendale, correct?"
"I see you know of me."
"Sir, with all, due respect, there are not many people in this small town that drive a Bentley."
"Of course, of course. I have some business to attend to. Some paperwork to be notarized. It will need to be sent to the court and I understand you work with a courier service"
As he spoke she became flushed. There was something. A strange feeling she could not identify. Her loins were a bit warm suddenly and she had no idea why. It could not be this old gentleman. She smiled to herself at the thought.
"A nice smile you have, Miss."
"Oh..., sorry, just something I was thinking about. At any rate, let's get this paperwork taken care of for you."
1. (December 23rd)
Dawn looked over the trees to the top of the house in the distance, just south of the hill simply called Marion's Bluff. Why it was known as Marion's Bluff, was a bit of local, morbid history. It seems the bride of the former occupant of the house had plunged to her death from that very bluff. It did not help that every time Dawn looked at that house she felt like she was getting a case of the creeps. There was just something wrong with it.
Dawn owned and ran a local shipping store, so it was she who had to deal with the pompous man. His name, Karle Avendale. A more pretentious person she had never met. She had wrapped up all of the paperwork, placed it in a package, and did not notice that Mr. Avendale had not signed the master sending document. She had tried calling the house, but as often happens in the area a storm a few days earlier had knocked down some phone lines. Patton's Place was off the beaten path, and it would probably be after Christmas before they showed up to work on the lines.
It meant that she would have to drive up to the old place. Not a pleasant thought, but Dawn is very conscientious, and this family was rich. She could not afford to alienate them. They did bring her occasional business. Anyway, it was close to five pm and she was closing. The fifteen-minute drive up the hill to the house would not be too arduous.
As she locked up the shop, her ex-husband walked by. "Glad I caught you. Uhm, don't be mad, but can I drop off Kelly a few minutes late? I still have to run to the big city and back. I might be there..., say, around 7 pm."
Dawn wanted to scowl, to be angry with him. Mostly because he was always late dropping off their daughter after visiting for his weekend. But, in truth, it would be convenient for her. Can't let him know that she thought to herself. "I guess I can be magnanimous," she said with a sarcastic grin.
"Oh..., really? That would be a first."
"Well, don't let me regret it." She replied.
"No, no. Thanks for not biting my head off."
Something about his smugness always brought out the worst in her. Especially since the divorce. "If I were going to bite your head off, it would be about that twenty-one-year-old that you are dating. I don't want her around Kelly. Got it."
Andrew, her ex-husband, thought about biting back. But, he did not want to start an argument. Again. "Hey, they barely met. But I promise. No getting too friendly. She's twenty-five, by the way."
Dawn so wanted to say more, but she really did need to get into her car and up the hill to the mansion. Without a word, she nodded her head and walked across the street to her beat-up old Honda. She quickly climbed into her car as Andrew drove off in his brand-new Mercedes.
The drive was not unpleasant. The well-maintained road wound up the hill through the trees so close to the road that a person could almost reach out and touch them from the window of the car. There was no break in those trees until one came to the huge gate to the mansion, that as far as she knew, was never closed. No guard post, no guard, security did not seem to be a huge concern for the family. She pulled up to the long rounded driveway to the place, a half dozen cars parked around it. She did notice as she climbed from her car, a video camera above the huge front doors that moved as she walked towards it. It must be motion activated , she thought to herself.
2. (Still the 23rd)
