Dealing with Dad's Sister 1

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Warning: Unrepentant incest ahead. Turn back now if you're looking for lovers who feel bad about what they're doing.

PTSD Warning: If you've buried somebody close to you recently, this story might mess with you a little.

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My phone buzzed (it was on vibrate because we're not supposed to have them out). Caller-ID showed that it was my mom. Despite the fact that we're not permitted to be on our phones unless we're on break, I decided that I'd better answer it.

"Hello?"

"We're at the hospital. Your father had a follow-up screening today. Henry, they've decided to admit him. The doctor told your father that - if he's lucky - he might have several weeks," mom said.

"Shit!" I gasped.

"His cancer has stopped responding to the treatments," she continued.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

I saw a couple heads pop up over the walls that separated my cubicle from all of the others in my work group and I lowered my voice.

"When you have a chance, he needs to talk to you. He's feeling well enough right now but ...," she warned.

"Yeah, okay. Shit! I'll drop by after work! I love you, mom."

"I love you, too, honey."

She closed the call.

Two of my coworkers crept over to check on me.

"Everything okay, Henry?" Norma asked.

"Dad had a chemo checkup at the hospital today," I told them. "They're keeping him there. Doctor says maybe weeks left."

"Shit!" Nancy gasped, her hands going to her mouth.

"Weren't your dad and mine classmates?" Norma asked. "Isn't he like 55?"

I nodded.

"My dad was just a couple years behind you guys'," Nancy stated.

"I told mom I'd run by after work," I said.

"Tell him we're praying for him," Nancy replied, patting my shoulder.

Norma nodded and said, "Yeah. He can beat this."

"I don't know," I said. "Mom said the cancer is not responding to the chemo."

Norma took my hand in hers and gave my fingers a squeeze.

"Thanks, you two," I said. "It means a lot."

They shuffled back to their cubes and I sat and stared at my monitor screen, dumbfounded.

At 22 years old, the last thing that I thought that I would be talking about was losing my dad. I was the happy accident of the household. My parents had thought that my sister (who was five years older than me) would be their only child. That was true until whatever birth-control method they were using failed.

The minutes crawled by. My lunch tasted like ashes. I ate it anyway. A few other coworkers stuck their heads in to offer their support. I wasn't mad at Norma and Nancy for sharing. We all kind of acted like family. If I'd wanted it to be a secret, I knew to keep it to myself. Nobody was mean about that kind of thing here - we just all pretty much knew everybody else's shit. Monday mornings around the coffee pot or the water cooler were spent catching everybody else up on what life was like outside of the office.

I could tell you whose kids were playing which sports, which of my fellow workers were dating, who they were seeing (and how serious it was), and who was probably headed for a divorce. The biggest gossip explosion we'd had in a while was when Janet quit suddenly and the word went around that Kyle had knocked her up. They'd dated a few times but I didn't think they were that serious. They probably weren't. I think they just got unlucky. Kyle had married her two weeks later in a civil ceremony. None of us felt slighted for not getting invited - but we didn't buy them anything either.

The afternoon finally ended, and I trudged off to the parking lot, drove to the hospital, parked in one of the visitor spaces, and headed for the main entrance. Inside, I walked straight towards the information desk.

Mom had given me the number for dad's room but I had visited this place along with my father several times when he was coming to see somebody from the church that was sick - and he'd taught me to always check with the desk.

Dad said that the hospital moved people around for lots of reasons but that you also needed to remember that most people who came in were also in "flux" (as he called it). He told me that you'd save yourself a long, pointless walk - if you just took five seconds to ask. Over the years, I had been amazed at the number of times that we'd turned around and gone home because somebody had been dismissed and nobody at the church had heard - or bothered to tell dad. The desk was the place to find that out as well.

The room number that the lady at the desk gave me was the same as what mom had told me - but I was still glad that I'd taken two seconds to check.

I tapped on the door and stepped into the room before waiting for a response.

Dad was looking a little grey. Shit! That's never good. My father was barely in his middle 50s. I wasn't ready for this yet.

Mom looked at dad and asked, "Do you want me to wait in the hall?"

"No, definitely not," he said, "but could you close the door?"

She nodded to him and stepped around the bed.

"Your sister will be driving up Friday night," mom told me, as she slipped past me to close the door, "probably staying through the weekend."

I nodded.

As mom moved through the room, dad talked.

"The doctor says I might have weeks," he said, "but I've got a load that I need to dump onto you and I need to do it while I'm lucid."

I nodded, not sure where he was going with this - and - quite honestly - shaking in my boots. He must have noticed.

"Sit on the arm of the chair, there," he said, pointing, "but I need you to see both of our eyes. What I have to tell you is quite serious and - honestly - you're probably not going to believe what I say - so I need you to see your mother's eyes to know that I'm not trying to pull some kind of cruel joke over on you."

Mom returned to his side and took his hand. I glanced at mom and back to dad and sat. I was really freaking out now.

"What I'm about to share is going to sound crazy but I've been thinking this over and there's really no way to ease you into it. I need to just rip the Band-Aid off so you have time to decide," he said. "Just hear me out."

I nodded, twisting my hands together in my lap.

"You won't remember Uncle Todd - my dad's brother," he said. "He died before I met your mother. He would have been your great uncle."

I nodded.

"As I said, he died a long time ago. Anyway - less than a month after he passed, my sister (your Aunt Jackie) came to me with an urgent request. She wanted me to have sex with her."

My eyes shot over to gauge mom's expression. She was watching her husband's face. She did not react to his admission. She obviously knew about this - somehow. She knew what Aunt Jackie had asked her brother to do.

"For whatever reason," dad continued, "my sister, Jackie, and my uncle, Todd, had been having sex for some time. I don't know how it started or how often they did it - or any other details about their relationship. She simply told me that he had been 'taking care of her' and that - since he wasn't around to do it anymore - she wanted me to take his place. She was highly agitated at the time. "

I nodded.

"She explained to me what she expected from me. She wanted me to sleep with her, bring her to orgasm, and then fill her with my seed. Three things: have sex and both of us climax - me inside of her - and her with me inside."

My eyes must have been huge.

Dad continued to gaze into my eyes and said, "I was 24 at the time and she was 19. Jackie was ... uh ... very persuasive. At first, I gave in to get her to be quiet and eventually go away but, several weeks later, she was back again. After the first few times, I started keeping track. My experience has been the same (with few exceptions) for the last 30-some years. Every 28 days, my sister would show up in my bedroom - needing me to 'take care of her'. If you paid attention in Health class, you'll know that the average woman's cycle is about every 28 days. My sister shows up, needing to be fucked, when she gets her period."

I raised my eyebrows at Dad's word choice. I couldn't believe that one of the elders of our church - my father - was using coarse language - in front of my mother - his wife - discussing having sex (incest) with his sister.

Dad was a paragon of our body of believers - respected and valued by all who knew him. His voice - this same voice I was hearing right now - was the same one that addressed the congregation - when it was dad's turn to make an announcement or do a reading.

This man - whom I thought I knew - whom I helped with countless errands and service projects over the years for the church - as well as civic organizations - with practical supportive tasks that helped and encouraged so many. He made it sound like - when he fucked his sister - he was just helping another desperate soul.

He continued, "When she shows up, she's as horny as the dickens - heated like a bitch hound - and very little will put her off. Jackie came to my room, we'd have sex, she'd calm down, and then she'd go back to her bed. As I say, this began before I met your mother."

He squeezed her hand, looked deeply into her eyes, and then looked back at me.

"When I knew I was serious about your mom, I told her," he said. "I thought it was only fair. I told her that she could watch the two of us and then decide on her future with me after that."

I glanced at mom and back to dad again.

He went on, "My sister didn't seem to care that your mother was watching. She cared about very little at all - as long as I fucked her, she climaxed, and I filled her cunt."

I was still amazed at the vulgarities that were streaming from my father's mouth but I decided that he was trying to use provocative words to highlight the fact that he was serious about this very shocking conversation.

Mom said, "I watched them a few times as your father courted me. He never tried anything untoward with me and treated me with love and respect. Jackie doesn't even seem to remember their joinings. I asked her, once, and she didn't remember what went on - never mind the fact that I was in the room while they were doing it."

"Ah! Yes. I forgot that," dad said. "When she's in heat, she's almost a zombie - although not during - she is ... uh ... an energetic partner ... and somewhat loud."

He looked at mom - who squeezed his hand again.

Dad pushed forward, "Anyway, your mother, bless her, agreed to marry me in spite of my monthly obligation to my sister."

Mom looked at him and said, "You have loved me more than any other in this life." She leaned over and gave him a tender kiss on the lips. "You were open and honest with me - just as you're being open and honest with Henry."

"So," said dad. "The reason to dump all of this on you now is that - with me likely being in the hospital from here on out - I expect my sister to seek out another to 'take care of her'."

He paused and studied me for a moment. I waited patiently, unsure about what else to do or promise.

"If you are willing to 'take up the mantel' so to speak," he said. "I intend to mention your name to her. You should have another week to make your decision - although she may visit me here if I'm still able at that point. All I'm asking right now is that you think about it. You don't have to love her - although I believe that deep down she does care about that - you won't be able to tell that she cares during sex. She basically gets what she needs and disappears for another 27 days. Since - in my experience - she's bleeding at the time we had intercourse, you're almost guaranteed NOT to get her pregnant. The one time I tried to use a condom, she ripped it off. That was the only time she showed any emotion other than love or lust."

Dad looked at mom and then back to me.

"The sex is fast-paced and spirited," he said. "She's an absolute wildcat when she's heated. By the way, she only wants it in her vagina. She won't even consider the mouth or the ... other."

Mom added, "The rest of the time, Aunt Jackie acts just as normal as can be. It's almost like she's a different person when she's 'heated' as your father puts it. It's like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde."

"Anyway," dad said, "just think about it for a couple days. Pray about it even. I realize that I've probably blown your mind."

I nodded and said, "Yeah. I'll need a day or two."

"I can probably manage her this month," dad said, "but I'd really like to find her somebody before I start to go downhill."

I nodded.

"I don't have any guarantee that she'll take my suggestion," he said. "If she's not heated, she might not even be in the right frame of mind to understand what I'm telling her - but I think it'll sink into her subconscious."

"Maybe," mom suggested, "you could take care of your sister this month and - while she's resting afterward - tell her then - well - assuming Henry agrees to this."

Dad pulled mom's fingers to his lips and kissed them.

"Smart and beautiful and so gracious," he said. "I thank God for you every day, my love."

She leaned down and kissed him again. I stood to my feet and - since they didn't acknowledge me changing positions - I slipped out of the room - leaving them to their personal time.

As I walked out of the hospital - towards the car - my mind reexamined everything I knew about my father based on the new knowledge that I had received. My dad had been fucking his sister the whole time that he and mom had been married - including having and raising my sister and me.

There were a few times that I remembered an odd visit from Aunt Jackie but I couldn't believe that this had been going on for my whole life and I hadn't noticed. I guess I'd simply thought those things were just part of life because I'd never known any different. It wasn't like Jackie and dad fucked in the front room - or dressed up before their dates. As I thought back, it DID seem like mom did a good job of sending my sister and I off to do chores whenever Aunt Jackie visited later in the evening.

It was still so crazy to think about my dad helping so many people all of the time while secretly fucking his sister. It was like it was just one more thing he had to do to keep our little world running smoothly.

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Over the next few days, I let the whole conversation with my father settle into my mind. Every time my brain returned to our discussion, I put off making a decision. Every time I thought about Aunt Jackie as a person who needed sex, I decided that I could wait another day to think about it.

Soon, the conversation settled into the background as I managed all of my tasks and I'd almost forgotten about it. The phone call from mom ended my stupor.

I saw her name on my Caller-ID and immediately felt guilty for not calling or stopping to visit.

"I apologize for bothering you," she said, "but your dad needs a decision."

"Okay," I said, my mind blowing up again with the thought of what I needed to decide.

"Aunt Jackie will be visiting tonight or tomorrow and - well - I hate to pressure you ..."

"I'll stop and see dad tonight after work," I told her.

"I love you," she said.

"Love you too," I replied, on autopilot.

When I walked into the hospital room, I was tempted to recheck the number on the sign by the door. Dad looked twice as bad as the last time I'd seen him - just a week ago. Shit! I should have been coming to visit more often! Had it seriously only been a week?

"Hey, dad," I said.

He held his hand out to me. I took it. It felt frail. Cold. How already?

"I hate to ask," he said, his eyes full of worry, pain, ...

What does a person facing death think about? Apparently, about taking care of your horny sister. There was no way I could look into the eyes of my dying father and do anything other than promise my life away - whatever request he made of me.

"I'll do it dad. Don't worry," I said. "I'll take care of Aunt Jackie for you."

"I inherited this problem," he said, trying to smile, "but I appreciate it more than you know."

I nodded.

Dad glanced to his right to make sure mom wasn't standing beside him.

"One more favor," he said. "This one is for me."

I nodded again. Before, he'd been simply been asking me to solve a problem. His face had just seemed tired. Now, his eyes almost took on a haunted look.

"I realize that I've already asked you to take a hell of a leap - what with considering sex with a family member as an obligation. I've asked you to violate social taboos and do something that you can't tell anyone else about - and you've taken a heavy weight off of me by agreeing to it.

"I love you, dad," I said.

"This ... this request ... it's a hundred times worse, if I had to guess. I'm ... I'm almost afraid to ask but ..."

"What is it, dad?" I asked.

"Your mother has been so gracious - so forgiving," he said. "All of these years, she's loved me - in spite of this sin. She's cared for me like I wasn't cheating on her with my sister. She's been faithful and pure and such a good mother. I've asked her ... made her even ... watch ... month after month ... to salve my conscience ... to show her that I'm only unfaithful to her in this one thing. I have thoughts sometimes about other women - but I don't act on them - and I shoved them away quickly. I've always been faithful to her - except with Jackie - but - I'm worried about her. I'm worried about your mother ... after I pass. I don't ... I don't know that she will ask - I honestly doubt she will - and I don't know that she'll even think she needs it."

"Dad?"

"Let her watch you - with Jackie," he said.

Shit!

"You're sure?" I asked.

"She's done it for so long that ... that I think ... well ... She's ... she's gotten used to it. In some ways, it's as much of a release for her as for Jackie. I think it will continue to be - after I'm gone - but she may not even realize she's become dependent on it."

"Okay ...," I said.

I looked into those eyes - the eyes of my father - those compassionate, caring eyes that were now strained by hurt, pain, worry, disease, ... There was no way I could let him doubt that I would do everything within my power to move the world if I could - to make him happy.

"Son ..."

"Yes?"

"She may ... after you're finished with Jackie ... and I'm not here anymore ... your mother may have ... uh ... needs of her own ... she and I ... usually ... after she sees Jackie and me together."

My mother?

He pressed on, "I wouldn't say that what Jackie has is contagious - but - over the last 30 years - your mother has grown almost dependent on our time together after Jackie leaves. I realize I'm asking a lot. Your mother has loved me through all of this. Just ... just promise me that you'll look after her."

I stared at my father. Compared to last week, he looked like he was on death's doorstep. If Aunt Jackie came tonight to get her monthly fix, I wasn't sure that dad would physically be able to do the job. Now he wanted me to take care of mom too. Dad was dying and he wanted me to take over his obligations.

"Son ..."

I didn't even realize I was still standing there, holding his withered hand. His skin felt paper-like, cold. His veins were thin but visible through his translucent skin.

"I'll take care of it, dad," I said. "I promise."

He squeezed my fingers and then collapsed back onto the bed, his head sinking into the pillow. He closed his eyes. A massive sigh escaped his lips. He already looked like a husk of his former self.

I sat in the armchair. I watched his face. It seemed like his breathing was growing weaker the longer I studied him.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the door opened. Mom came in. She encircled me with her arms and squeezed. I couldn't look at her. I knew I'd start bawling. Why had I waited so many days to return?