I know this type of story has been play out before. Some by my favorite authors on this site. Yet I kind of like it, so I thought I'd throw my hat into the ring.
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The rear door of the U-haul rolled shut. Eric Tawyer inserted the master lock into the slot, listening to the click of the mechanism. If it wasn't done right his father would bitch at him to no end. He hated leaving his Seattle home for the hot, humid, swamps of Baton Rouge. Yet he was a Navy brat. He had grown used to living from one base to another. With his father's transfer to the command center at the New Orleans Navy base. Eric was going to miss the friends he had made while in Seattle. Nonetheless, his father wanted to make admiral, and he couldn't do that from an office. He had to at least command a ship of his own, hence the move to Louisiana.
"Eric!" his father--soon-to-be Captain Tawyer--barked from the porch of their former home, "How long does it take to lock down a damn trailer?!" he asked his broad chest puffed out to show off his dominance.
"Just locking it down, Dad," Eric said, keeping the contempt from his voice. "
One more year
," he said to himself. They had waited till the summer to move so not to disrupt his junior year. However, he wasn't getting a birthday party. No sir, not for Eric, his father thought coming out of a birthing canal didn't call for celebration, at least for him. His sister Marsha was a different beast all together. His parents showered her with everything she ever asked for, while he had to work for whatever he wanted. When he was eight he had his own paper route delivering the base's newspaper when his father was stationed in New York.
"Well, hurry up, your mother wants one last picture of us and this place," his father said. "
Why of all days does this have to be my 18
th
birthday
?" Eric asked himself.
"Honey, stop pestering Eric this is his birthday after all," his mother said, her honey blonde hair floated on the breeze, her tight t-shirt clung tightly to her chest detailing her rather firm breasts. Her low cut blue jeans showed off her apple shaped ass she worked to maintain at the base's gym. "It's not Eric's fault that you-Joe-chose to move us cross the country for your carrier," she said, with a hint of scorn when she had worked so hard to make the lower officers cocks hard with her body. She wouldn't sleep with them, never that, yet they could look all they want. Although in the past few months the thought had crossed her mind. To break the vows she took with her husband. To seek out a man that wouldn't leave her yearning for an orgasm, when her own husband got off after a few minutes. So she sought out her daughter thinking it wasn't cheating if it was within the family.
"Let's not start this again Joan," Joe said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Well, I always wanted to go to Mardi Gras," Marsha said coming out of the house. Her red bookbag hung on her right shoulder. She had the same hair color as her mother. Though her slight chubby stomach did little to distract from her DD breast. Her mini skirt brushed along her mid thigh as she stood by their mother.
"I think you'd better lose some weight..."
"Joe!" Joan said aghast at his remark.
"Dad! How can you say that!"
"Well..." Eric smiled cruelly at his father's predicament. "Well, let's take a picture!" Joe said quickly grabbing the digital camera.
"Don't think you've heard the last of this," Joan said darkly, narrowing her eyes at her husband. She just couldn't believe he would even say that to their daughter. "Don't listen to your father," she whispered into her daughter's ear, "There is nothing wrong with you. If you want to come with me to the gym at the new base I would love your company. If not that's fine too, you just stay the beautiful girl you are," Joan said, rubbing her daughter's back before wrapping her left arm around her.
"Eric! Get in the damn picture!" Joe barked as his son stood a foot away from his mother.
"Come on," Joan said waving Eric over, "Now put your arm around me, I won't bite," she said, as her right arm squeezed her son into her. Joan kept her shock from her face as she felt Eric's hand on her ass. "
It had to be an accident, it just had to be
," Joan thought to herself.
"Alright," Joe said checking his watch, "Everyone in the van, we have six hours of driving until lunch," he said, hoping to be in Baton Rouge in thirty-nine hours. Joe prayed that the only stops they be making were for lunch, sleep, and the rare pee emergency.
Eric climbed into the rear of their late 80's cargo van. The far back rear seat was the only thing open as his family had stuffed the middle to the roof with all their boxes. What belongings he had were currently in the back of the moving truck that was a day ahead of them except for his tablet, smartphone, charger (All which he bought himself, so his parents couldn't take those away from him.), and a few books to keep the boredom at bay. Looking up as he pulled out his tablet from his bookbag he had stashed before locking the trailer. Seeing the wall of brown cardboard at least he didn't have to look at his parents for that long ass trip.
"Hey," Marsha said, placing her bag between them as she sat at the far end of the bench seat. "Long as you stay over there, I'll stay over here we should be good, right?"
"Huh uh," Eric said not paying attention to his sister, as he waited for his tablet to power up.
"Kids? Are you two alright back there?" Joan asked sticking her head into the side door.
"Yeah, Mom, I'm all set," Marsha said flashing her mother her covered mound. She has always had a crush on her mother. Then one blissful night she finally got to experience what her mother's pussy tasted like. Not that her father or brother ever heard that. Her mother told her tasting her daughter wasn't cheating. It was family bonding. Almost every night her mother would sneak into her room, gently wake her by teasing her clit until she came in her sleep. Not that she didn't like men, yet they could never compare to her mother.
"Come on Joan, we better get moving." Marsha saw her mother's fighting back a revolting snarl as she peered out the window while her father grabbed her mother's ass.
"In a bloody minute," Joan snapped at her husband, "Now fucking take your damn hand off my ass," she hissed low still perturbed by what he said about their daughter. "When I have heard that Eric is ready then we will leave!"
"Fuck! Fine, damn, you don't have to be a bitch, Joan," Joe growled low walking towards the front of the van.
"Son, sweetheart, are you ready?" Joan asked keeping her anger at her husband from her voice. "Eric?!" she called out when all she could hear was typing.
"Yeah, let's just get this over with," Eric said in exasperation.
"Come on Joan! Let's go! Now!" Joe said nearly yelling.
"Eric, we'll talk later okay," Joan said sweetly before closing the side doors of the van. "Well... let's go, Mr. want-a-be Captain," she sneered as she climbed into the passenger seat.
"Let's not start this, alright?" Eric looked up as he heard his father's restrained sigh. Then thought better of it, returning to his writing, Eric felt it was his only way to relieve his tension he felt for his family. So he wrote erotic stories involving his mother and sister not by name, of course. Where they would make the father watch tied to a chair and gagged, while the son would fuck the shit of of them. Making the father listen as they moaned like harlots as the son in the stories pounded their cunts. Those stories were to show how his father was always in control. Dictating what and how they were to act to appear as a proper military family. Yet his father failed to see how precarious his marriage truly was. So Eric thought to show his make believe father what it was like not to be in control, or so that's what Eric thought. Then there were the ones where the mother and sister were on their knees begging the son to show them his cock. Pleading with him to allow them to suck on it, to service it, to fuck it. Not that Eric had any of those thoughts per sa, yet it was nice to see that the son even if it was only in a made-up world; the son had more control over his life than he had at that moment. However, those were just a few of the ones he had stored on his tablet's hard drive.
"What are you..." Marsha whispered leaning over only to be perplexed as Eric hid the screen of his tablet from her. "
Just what is he hiding? What could it be that Eric doesn't
want me to see?
" she asked herself while moving back towards her side of the bench seat. She studied her brother for over two hours as he typed away. Then she glanced over as Eric yawned, then yawned once more... watching his head dip, once, twice, thrice before he set his tablet to the side. Marsha waited for thirty minutes to ensure that Eric was sound asleep. Tentatively reaching over, dragging her brother's tablet over to her. Powering it on surprised that
Eric didn't set a password on it. "
Then again he probably suspected not to have his things snooped through
," she said to herself. She wasn't about to dig through his hard drive. Marsha just wanted to see what he had been writing for two hours. Her mind had been so fixated on it she just had to know.
Opening up the menu screen when she didn't see a word processor app on the home screen. Swiping to the right then again until she saw it. Quickly glancing at Eric, smirking coyly as he drifted deeper into his slumber. Tapping on the app, tilting her head to the side as the blank screen.
"
Oh my god!
" Marsha gasped in her mind as she scrolled up the screen. "
No fucking way! This can't be the only one? Where is the rest of it?!
" she asked herself after she finished reading the five pages he had wrote. "
Shit! It shows what's been opened. Damn it! I want to know what happens!
" Marsha said to herself chewing on her lip. Backing out of the word processor, she didn't want Eric to know she had just found out he wrote incest erotica. Pulling out her phone, hitting the Bluetooth button synching it up with his tablet. If she couldn't read them on his word processor, then there was only one way to get what she wanted. That was to go into his hard drive and find the files. She already knew which pathway he used to save the files to a special folder all she needed to do was find it. Her eyes lit up as she saw the folder named "familial". Her jaw dropped open at the sheer volume of stories that were stored within that folder. Selecting all, sharing them through the Bluetooth link, quickly shutting off his tablet placing it back where Eric had placed it.
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