*Author's Note*
This story is about
'consensual adult incest'
- and the possibilities that could arise from it.
I have taken the subject matter in a different direction this time.
Some will like that direction, and I am sure others will not. Take what you will from it.
Thanks for reading.
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My name is Clark Williams, and at the time this story begins, I was sixty-two years old. I was your basic, average, retired guy, counting the days until God told me, my time was up. Thing is, God decided to upset my calm, static life, with a major revelation that quickly became a complication. One that I never expected. One that I will eventually have trouble dealing with -- briefly.
This is both my backstory, my current story, and inevitably, a continuing story.
I will eventually get some help telling it, as you will discover, once you start reading.
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[Clark]
I got married at twenty - because Maggie and I messed up. The one time we try it without a condom... well... you get the idea. At twenty, she gave birth to our first child. A year later, we had a second one.
My daughter and son were born almost exactly a year apart. Both were decent kids when they were growing up, and both did well in school. My son joined the military at age eighteen, and unfortunately, a year later we lost him - and hundreds of other brave sons - to a war most people have forgotten. And yes, his death took a toll on both his sister and his mother.
My daughter met and married a fairly decent guy - well, he started out that way. He had a decent job, made pretty good money, and treated her well. Taylor gave birth to their first child a week after she turned twenty. Shortly thereafter, things began going downhill. Thomas quickly discovered how expensive a child can be, and supporting his family became a daily struggle. Unable to cope, he eventually slipped into the world of drugs. He lost his job, made no attempt to find a new one, and ended up going in and out of jail constantly for the next year. While we let Taylor and the baby stay with us, Thomas wasn't allowed in the house - which of course caused a huge rift between our daughter and us.
When Taylor told us she was pregnant again, that's when I began to worry. I knew it was a ploy to get us to let Thomas move into the house with us - which didn't work. Taylor became so angry, she took both babies and disappeared, telling us we'd never see them again.
And we didn't.
Three years ago, I lost my wife to a very aggressive form of cancer, and at times, believe I am still in mourning.
I think that the loss of her grandchildren was a big factor in my wife's refusal to fight her cancer. Without grandchildren, she simply didn't see the need to fight to stay alive. I can only hope that she is in a better place now.
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[Clark]
Fast forward to six months ago.
I kept the house that once held my family. Not sure why, but I don't want to move. Perhaps, I'm just comfortable here.
At sixty-one, I'm not in bad shape. While I don't work out or anything like that, I try to eat well, and do walk a lot. Because I was able to retire early, I always seem to have something to tinker with in the garage, and my neighbors like to ask me for help with things as well. I'm 6' even, weigh around 185 lbs., am fairly dark complexed, and while I do have a head full of hair, it's pretty much totally gray - as is my goatee. I've been told that I look 'distinguished' - whatever that may mean.
On a beautiful Sunday, I'm about to head off for my weekly walk on the beach - something I've done religiously since Maggie passed away. As I am gathering my keys and wallet, the doorbell rings. With a big smile on my face, I go to see which neighbor needs what today. When I pull the door open, I'm stunned to silence. On my porch are what very well may be the two most beautiful young women I have ever seen.
The one on my right is taller, and the one on the left is a bit plumper, but both are blonde, and have big blue eyes. Both are dressed conservatively, but in older and blatantly worn out clothes. They also look very fatigued - as if... well... back in the day we would have said they were 'rode hard and put away wet'.
"Good morning ladies, can I help you?" I ask.
"Mr. Williams? Clark Williams?"
"At your service."
"finally..."
the shorter one mutters, and lets her face fall into her hands.
"Excuse me?" I quickly retort.
"You'll have to excuse my sister," the taller one offers, "it's just that we've been looking for you for a while now."
"Because?" I ask, genuinely confused.
"This is probably going to freak you out, but we are related," she says, pausing to see how I react. After a second she smiles and says, "My name is Abby and my sister's name is Lizzy - well, Elizabeth actually. Our last name is Parker - but our mother's maiden name is Williams."
Truth is, I didn't need to hear the surnames - the moment she said Abby and Elizabeth, I knew exactly who there were.
My granddaughters...
"no fucking way..."
I mumble without thinking. I'm so stunned, I slip into a strange, hanging silence.
"See," the plump one says, "I told you. He's not interested..."
As she turns to leave, I snap out of my daze.
"Someone certainly has a fucked-up attitude," I blurt out, which causes her to stop. "Excuse my language young lady, but I'm not accustomed to people making up my mind for me."
The kid blushes bright red. The other girl is trying desperately not to fall out laughing.
"Would you two care to come in and tell me what the hell is going on?"
Five minutes later, we're sitting at my dining room table, sipping iced tea and staring at each other. I'm about to have my mind totally blown...
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[Clark]
Turns out Thomas and Taylor fell head-long into the drug world, and had relocated to Arizona. They were running drugs all over the western states for some dealers, in order to support their own habits. Inevitably, they got caught, and a chase ensued. At some point, Taylor was able to get out of the car, but Thomas kept going. The result was a pretty bad accident, that cost their father his life. For the next two years, my daughter and her daughters struggled to survive. According to the girls, their mother traveled down a very dark path for well over a year. Eventually, she went back to work for the dealers. A year later - at the age of thirty-seven - Taylor traveled the same path Thomas had. This time, she was the one driving, and the results were the same - a horrendous accident, that took three lives.
Now, Taylor is facing prison - for a very long time. If she is convicted on all the charges, she may actually die in prison. I lost my son to a war, my wife to cancer, and now my daughter to the world of drugs.
Taylor was in an induced coma for three weeks, and they had no idea who she was, or that she even had kids. Once they identified her, they went and found the girls - Abigail almost eighteen and Elizabeth sixteen - in a crappy apartment, in a questionable part of town. They were taking care of themselves as best they could, with the help of a couple of their neighbors. They even made it to school every day, if for no other reason than to eat. As it turns out, over the course of their short lives, they dealt with being left on their own quite regularly.
