I'd like to thank Randi for her editing skills.
This story is not intended to be legally accurate. And it is a work of fiction, obviously.
No real person, alive or deceased is depicted within it.
Bradley Mertzmunn was irritated. He worked for the family business, and, once again, his boss, his own father, had sent him on a call that was not only unimportant, it took three days out of his life. That meant another three days away from the loving arms of his wife of three years, Sally.
On this occasion, however, Bradley had gotten lucky; due to a clash of dates at the client (an old friend of his father's), he was able to get back home a day early, 11AM that day, rather than 3PM the next.
Bradley had sent Sally a text message about his good luck, and he had fortuitously been able to re-book his flight at no extra cost to the company. It wasn't that his father Tony was a Scrooge McDuck character; it was just that he liked keeping a sensible grip on expenses.
Bradley had some paperwork signed, so he decided to drop that off at his parents; home, which was shared by his mom, dad and little sister, 19-year-old Kimberley. His parents were both church going fitness buffs, and Kimberley was engaged to be married to Roger Argent.
Kim and Roger were both dedicated members of the Virginity Pledge Group at church, part of a national alliance of pro-celibacy before marriage groups. Bradley had told Kim that he was very proud of her principled stand in favour of the pledge. She had cried when he had done this. He hadn't understood why, but soon, he would.
He arrived at their city's airport, obtained his company car from the long-term parking lot and drove the 15 minute journey to his parents' house.
As he approached the massive gates onto his parent's property he used his remote control to open them. He grinned as he saw the notice over the gateway: "Attention everyone. These grounds and premises are under audio-visual surveillance 24/7."
He drove along the driveway and parked his car in his designated parking space to the left of the mansion.
He took his briefcase from the car, locking the car. As he entered the house, he realized he needed to pee, but when he entered the bathroom, he noticed that there was a bottle of Kaboom toilet bowl cleaner on the closed lid.
He grinned to himself, acknowledging that his mother still did that, placing the cleaner on the toilet lid, so people would know she was cleaning the toilet and to not use it. He would have to use the toilet in the master bedroom, upstairs. He called out, but there was no reply. "Maybe they're in the back yard," he thought to himself.
As he walked through the door of the master bedroom, the stench of sweat and sex smashed his olfactory senses. His optical senses were equally smashed by the sight of his father and mother, plus his wife, Kim, sandwiched between them, all laying naked in bed together, asleep. It was obvious that they had indulged in multiple sex sessions that morning. But that was not the most disturbing thing he observed.
Facing them across the large master bedroom was a hardback chair. Tied to the chair was a naked young female. Her nipples were obscenely stretched by weighted nipple clamps that pulled her bruised breasts downward. In her vagina there was a large sex toy, taped in place. But the thing that horrified Bradley was that she was wearing a gimp mask. Through the back of the hood he saw a ponytail of blond hair. He realized that the young girl wearing the gimp mask was his own sister, Kim.
Her eyes locked on his and he noticed a look of horror in her eyes. She attempted to speak to him, but because the mouth zipper on the mask was closed, she was unable to speak.
Traumatised by what he had witnessed, Bradley somehow managed to leave the room as his parents and wife slumbered on, blissfully unaware of the
tempesta di merda di tempeste di merda
that was occurring around them, as his sister impotently rattled against her bindings and mumbled against the zipper and the leather gimp mask.
An hour or so later Kim found him in the same hiding place that they'd both used as children in the sub-basement of their large home.
She switched on the old filament bulb that cast an eerie dim yellow glow in the room. Her heart broke when she saw her brother slumped in the corner of the room, surrounded by a couple of hundred years of junk left by the generations of families who had occupied the house down through the two centuries since the house had been constructed.
His normally ready smile had gone and his usually sparkling eyes were dull. Lifeless, almost.
"Brad? I'm so sorry you saw that. That must have been horrible for you to witness."
He shrugged. "My own family and my wife cheating on me? Making a mockery of our church wedding vows? I don't know what I did to deserve this, but it must have been something really, really bad."
Kim gave a gasp. "Oh! No, Brad! You haven't done anything wrong! Nothing at all. It's just that dad and mom have certain needs and Sally and me, well, we can help them fulfil those needs, you see?"
"What about my needs? Didn't anyone think of my fucking needs?" The fact that Brad had sworn shocked Kim. He almost never swore, so this was a sign that he was in utter torment from the shocking sights he had witnessed.
"Brad, I know you must have been shocked by what you saw, I was at first, but I guess that over time I just got used to it. Sort of got into it, really. Sorry, but I did."
Brad stood up. "I'm going to be leaving. Please don't let anyone follow me. I'll return at 11AM tomorrow and we will discuss this clusterfuck of a situation together."
She reached for him to give him a sisterly hug, but she was mortified and horrified that he cringed away from her as if she were toxic in some way.
He left without saying anything else.
The next morning the family were waiting for Brad in the living room of the house.
Brad noticed that his mother looked harassed, his wife looked in torment.
"Welcome to my world, you bitches," he thought. His sister looked haunted but his father? Had his father always been so arrogant and smug? He supposed he must have been.
"Well, Brad, you called this meeting, the floor's yours," said his father.
Before Brad could speak his mother intervened. "Brad, honey, I am so sorry that you saw us all like that in the bedroom. It must have come as a terrible shock to you."
Brad had spent a good deal of time thinking about how he was going to address the matter, he had made several phone calls and was ready for the denouement.
He spoke in formal tones, as if he were addressing a meeting and not his own parents, his wife and his sister. "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Mertzmunn, Miss Mertzmunn and Miss Johnson."
His father scoffed at his approach. "Oh, so it's not Mom and Dad, it's Mr. and Mrs. Mertzmunn, is it? And addressing your wife by her maiden name?"
"Well, you are Mr. and Mrs. Mertzmunn, aren't you? And that is Miss Mertzmunn? And there is Miss Johnson, who I mistakenly believed was my faithful wife? Under the circumstances of you all being involved in cheating on me together, how on earth would you expect me to be able to consider you to be my parents, my wife or my sister? That makes no sense to me. None at all."
The females all began sniffling or openly crying, but his father snorted.
"So, how long have you two been fucking my wife?"
"Don't speak so crudely!" snapped his father. "Show some respect, please! There are women present, you know?"
Brad guffawed. "Oh, Mr. Mertzmunn, that is a particularly unexpected and, I must say, utterly misplaced example of old-time chivalry from you. Yesterday I caught you and my mother fucking my wife in your bed and, tied to a chair, my sister, your own daughter, forced to wear a fucking gimp mask, with a sex toy rammed in her vagina and secured in her with ropes, with weights hanging from her bruised breasts, so please try not to sound like a pompous, arrogant twat, OK?"
Brad turned to his mother. "Mrs. Mertzmunn, can you please tell me how long this debauchery has been going on?"
"About three months, Brad. No longer than that."
"Why did you decide to turn me into your cuckold?"
His mother gasped. "Oh, Brad, honey, no! We never thought of you as our cuckold. We just decided that we liked Sally enough to see if she would like to come play with us."
"If I am not your cuckold, could you care to explain why my sex life with her," he jerked a thumb toward Sally, "ceased almost completely? Who came up with the idea of getting her to cut me off from having sex with my own wife?"
