This story is a work of fiction, any similarity to any real person living or dead is purely coincidence. All characters are over the age of 18 unless otherwise stated.
Although this is listed under incest/taboo, nothing happens until the second chapter. There are no sex scenes in this chapter, but the chapter sets Up the Way, Greg grows and changes. If you're only here for a quickie, you can skip to the rest of the chapters, but she won't exactly know what's going on.
Chapter 1 History and Happenings
Characters
Greg Grayson 18, youngest of the Grayson family and protagonist of this story.
Noell Grayson 24, oldest sister and Guardian of the Grayson family.
Molly Grayson 22, middle sister and wild one.
Holly Grayson 19, compassionate family member.
Candace Cain 18, next-door neighbor and friend of Greg and Holly.
Kaylee Diechart 18, hottest girl in school
Mike Seacrest 18, Greg's best friend.
My name is Greg Grayson. I grew up into in a rather normal household, with three older sisters in middle America. My parents, George and Cynthia Grayson, were quite loving originally and provided a stable environment for all of us. That all changed when I was 12 years old. I was playing basketball with my friends when I started into an argument with one of them. He made a comment," Well at least my mother doesn't sleep with other men." At that moment I preceded to try to beat the hell out of him.
When I went home, my dad was there but not my mother. Seeing I had been in a fight, my father asked me why, so I told him. He told me to go down to a store I knew about four blocks away and watch the bar across the street. As I sat there, I watched my mother get out of the car with another man and walk into the bar. I could not understand why my mother would do this to my dad. He had always been well respected and well loved by our friends in the community. I went home and was crying.
My father told me to suck it up and to go apologize to my friend. So he put up with her infidelities. It was definitely a" tough love" situation. From that time on I had no real use for my mother. Any time she took us kids somewhere for recreation it coincided with one of her trysts. I never understood why he put up with it. Of course he was staunch Catholic, so divorce was not an option.
One day while angry for some reason I confronted her with this. She, of course, denied everything until I told her what I had witnessed. She then said it was none of my business, so I told her to explain her side to me. She ignored me and from that time on she showed me absolutely no love or respect and I reciprocated. To my knowledge, my older sisters never knew what was going on. They just saw how I was treated.
I grew up rather tall and gangly. So not only was I kind of nerdy, but also unable to take up for myself as readily as other people-so this left me susceptible to bullying. Unfortunately, this was true at home as well. My mother took out her frustrations on me whenever dad wasn't around. Some examples of this abuse were: one incident was that she got angry with me when she was on our front porch, threw a coffee cup at me that hit me in the shin on my right leg, then begged me not to tell my father. She must've thought that I was going to have a better imagination. When my father saw me he immediately wanted to know why I was walking with the worst limp of my life.
I should've told the truth, but told him I fell off my bicycle earlier in the day. Another one of her perpetrations on me, grabbing a broom by the bristles and hitting me so hard in the back of their head that the handle broke, bounced off the wall and came back and hit her right between the eyes. I guess you could say I got the better of that one. She also decided I was going to be her house slave.
