Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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Thanks to markf52 and sorvinofan for editing help.
All sexual encounters are between characters that are eighteen years of age or older.
My birthday is on February 14th, I know a cupid baby. My mother died the day I was born, and I never knew my father. I was told he had been a soldier and died in combat, so my only living relative was my grandfather. He was a geneticist and very smart. We spent a lot of time together, since he was the one who was raising me.
I was sixteen the day my grandfather died and at his funeral I met Richard and Melissa. Melissa came over to me and told me, "You're going to live with us now," when we left the graveyard, we drove to straight to my grandfather's house. I got a surprise when we arrived and I got out of the car, because Melissa had a daughter who looked to be the same age as me. She came running out of the house and I had to do a double take because she looked just like Melissa. "Hi, I'm Toni Jean, but everyone calls me TJ."
I was taken by how much she looked like Melissa, which caused me to stand in awkward silence for a moment, until I finally spoke up and said, "I'm James, nice to meet you." I swear that TJ was identical to Melissa, just younger. They both had the most piercing blue eyes. You know the ones, that when they looked at you, they looked into your soul. Melissa had sandy blonde hair and was about five-foot-eight-inches tall. Her measurements were 38D/26/34, as I would find out later, and she was very fit.
Richard on the other hand, was just average. I was already taller than him at five foot eleven inches tall and he was just average, in all his appearances. How he managed to land Melissa was an enigma to me. His average build, to his average hair, caused nothing to stand out as remarkable. He was also a 'Dick' and a narcissist. Before we could even finish our introductions, he was bitching at Melissa and TJ to get dinner ready.
I asked Richard, "Why are we at my grandfather's house?" All he said was, "It's mine now." Nodding, I kept my mouth shut for the moment, because he had just made his first mistake with me. This was my house, left to me by my grandfather. Having lived here my entire life, I knew all the nooks and crannies of the house and would use them to my advantage.
The next day, Melissa told me, "My sister and niece are coming over to meet you." I was happy to meet them and when they arrived, I got another shock, because they all looked identical. Melissa's sister was named, Molly and her niece was named, Tabitha. Molly's husband was Justin, who was friends with Richard. They were both abysmal asshats.
My goal was to avoid Richard, go to school, and take some online college courses. My thoughts were about my grandfather and the things he had taught me. Melissa and TJ were fiercely protective of me, and I of them. I was growing, both in size and strength. When I turned seventeen, the dreams began of my grandfather once a week. He told me that his death was not an accident, but rather that it was a murder. So, I began to run, swim, and lift weights.
While watching tv late one night, a competition was being held on one of the channels. It was called, 'Survival of the Fittest'. I wanted to get more ripped, so I decided to follow their exercises to the letter. The first three weeks of training sucked, and I hurt all over. After three months of training, my body craved more exercise. Definition in my muscles was beyond belief and my life revolved around my studies and my training.
My dislike for Richard grew as well, so, I called him 'Dick' and he hated it. He couldn't do anything about it because I was bigger and stronger than him. At seventeen, I was six-foot two and weighed two-hundred-thirty-five pounds, which was all muscle.
The dreams became more real, and I could talk with my grandfather. He told me how to get into the basement and to keep Dick out of it at all costs. So, the first time I went into the basement was eye opening, to say the least. When I sat down behind his desk a holographic image of my grandfather appeared. I sat there slack jawed while tears rolled down my cheeks. There was something about this hologram, it was waiting for me to compose myself. Once I did, the hologram began to speak. It was like my grandfather was right there, but I could not believe it. "Gpop, is that you?" I asked.
"Yes," he replied, and then he began to tell me his theory of what had happened to my father and himself. Justin had been in military with my father, James Sr., and how he suspected Justin of killing him. He said, "Your mother was already pregnant with you when your father died and that was when Richard had tried to get her to marry him.
But your mother told him, "There's a better chance of me farting running around the world and catching the fart in a glass jar and painting it pink, than me marrying you." I didn't get much more time down there before I heard Dick get home. My thoughts went to how I was going to deal with Dick and Justin. Every night, in my dreams, I talked to Gpop.
One day, I asked Melissa how she met Dick. She told me, "I was working at your grandfather's company with Molly."
She went on to say, "One day, myself and Molly, were approached by Dick and Justin and they told us we had to go with them. After a couple of days after they were told this, they also told us that TJ was my daughter and Tabitha was Molly's daughter. Two days later, Richard and I were picking you up at the funeral."
Hearing this, I now had to talk to holographic Gpop, but Richard didn't leave the house for almost two months, and every day he tried to get into the basement. Richard, Justin, Jerome, a big, gay, black man, would sit and get drunk trying to figure out a way into the basement.
Meanwhile, I kept up with my training, college courses, and studying. I completed my studies and placed out of a bunch of college courses. It was now August and school was out. Richard went back to work, and I got back to talking to Gpop. I told Gpop what I had overheard the three of them talking about and he looked pained for a minute.
When I asked, "What's wrong?" he said, "Jerome was one of mine, and your mother's, oldest friends," and that's the day I learned how my mother died.
Gpop told me, "When your mother turned down Richard, he punched her in the face, knocking her to the ground, where she stuck her head on the curb."
Gpop continued, "She fought to stay alive long enough to have you, and when she heard you cry for the first time, she died."
I asked him, "What was my mother's name?"
He looked at me funny and asked, "Why?"
I told him, "Because, you have never said her name to me." By this time, I was crying and so was he.
I noticed his tears, and when he looked at me, he said, "Your mother's name was Amee Nichole, but everyone called her 'Aims'."
He then told me, "I need to rest for a bit, I will get back to you later on."
I went back to my room to find Melissa and TJ there waiting for me. No one said a word; we just hugged one another. It was like they could feel my pain and sorrow.
Summer was ok. We didn't go anywhere, but Dick was still obsessed with getting into the basement. I hadn't heard from Gpop since that night, but I did, however, learn to ride a motorcycle. My friend Trevor taught me. Trevor's dad and his older brother, Matt were into motocross, so I would go with them to sling some dirt.
Danny, Trevor's dad, told me, "I will help you get a motorcycle license on your next birthday, which at the time, was only five months away. I rode, took my college courses, and worked out.
I asked if I could get a motorcycle, and Richard told me, "If you want to kill yourself, then go right ahead."
I placed my order for a Kawasaki H2R, since I have the money, why not spend some of it on what I want? I began working on a heads-up display and Bluetooth for my helmet.
Melissa and TJ told me, "We want rides when you get your license."
When I told Danny what I was getting he just looked at me and didn't say anything, just shook his head at me.
