How I got forcibly inducted into an incestuous family part two
For those of you that don't know what the title means. Take a moment and look at the first letter of each word in the title of this story. In other words it's an abbreviation of the title. It's too long to be used on Lit hence why I had to do it that way.
Thanks to WAA01 for the edits.
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"Stacy? What's wrong?!" Reda asked, as she opened the front door.
"I'm leaving Dan..." I almost felt for her, almost, as she fell in to my wife's arms bawling like a baby.
"What do you mean? Leaving Dan...?! Stacy, come in, let me make you some tea..." Okay, I might... have enjoyed the next part a tad bit too loudly. But I digress.
"Dan gave me gonorrhea!" Stacy bemoaned as she buried her face in Reda's chest when they sat on the love seat. A sound, a very curious sound could be heard in that stillness, that embarrassed silence filled room; it was the sound of a loud, echoing clap. And yeah, it was me, clapping my hands, laughing like a fool.
"Really Jerry?!" Reda gave me this look and rolled her eyes as I nodded my head very, very vehemently. I mean come on Stacy has 'The Clap' how could I not enjoy this interesting turn of events. "Why don't you go and help the kids get ready for school, while I help my sister," she said, in that cold tone of hers that I knew meant I shouldn't push any more. Shrugging my shoulders, I didn't really care if Stacy's feelings got hurt at the moment.
"Come on kids, let's leave the 'Clapper' and your mom alone for a bit," I said. What can I say I was enjoying myself. Is that so wrong? I could feel my wife's eyes burning into my back as I followed after the kids to their rooms.
"Dad?" Jason said, as he packed up his bookbag.
"Hmm?"
"Why are you being mean to Aunt Stacy?" Jason asked, he had this puzzled look on his face. How could I tell my son that his aunt raped me over three months ago and the child she was carrying was mine. I so wasn't in the mood to have the sex talk with my son, at least not yet.
"Yeah daddy, I thought you liked her?" Beth asked, as she ran around her room. It was her normal routine slacking off, doing whatever it was that caught her fancy until it was time to go.
"Things change," I simply stated.
"But it can't be so bad that you hate her now, can it?" Jason asked, mimicking that cocked eyebrow of mine whenever I ask a very pointed question.
"You know... never mind, I'll tell you when you're older," I sighed, rubbing my temple. I so didn't want to get into this with my pre-teen kids. I doubt they would understand the ramifications of it at their age.
"You always..."
"Jerry!" Reda's voice called up the stairs cutting Jason off. "Can you come down here?"
"Ten minutes," I said, authoritatively. "Then I'm taking you to school," I said, wearing a smirk at my kids moans as I turned to walk away.
"What is it Reda?" I asked, once I got to the first floor. Trying not to look at Stacy, at how she dabbed her eyes, nor was I trying to peer at the hump of her increased belly.
"Jerry before I tell you, I need your word that you will hear me out, okay?" I knew this couldn't be good, otherwise Reda wouldn't have told me to brace myself.
"Fine, what is it?" I sighed.
"Stacy needs a place..."
"No."
"Honey let me finish," Reda said, in a calm and stern voice. "Dan's been put under an IA investigation for his way of looking the other way when he collared a hooker." I couldn't help but chuckle at that, it seems my wife found it amusing too. "Stacy doesn't want to stay there, in that house, with him anymore. A lot has been going on that she's kept hidden from the family. She needs a place to..."
"Why not your parents?" I asked, trying to keep Stacy out of my house.
"Don't you think the father of her baby should be taking care of them?" Reda asked, giving me that pointed look.
"I didn't..."
"I know baby, but it happened. Now she or he has come to be. Will you be that kind of man?" Reda asked, knowing I couldn't say no. I'm not the kind of man who would run from my responsibilities even if it was forced upon me. "I promise Stacy won't be a bother," she told me, also telling me that since I haven't asked for a divorce this was something she was going to do. So either I could put my foot down and piss off my wife and still have Stacy staying or I accept that this was going to happen, and Stacy stays anyway. I'll just look more like a good guy with the other choice.
"Fine, not like I have a choice in the matter," I grumbled, walking away from my wife to get my briefcase from my office. I wasn't going to stay in that house when she was in it, at least not right then. My back stiffened when I felt my wife's hands running up it.
"Honey, I get it. You're mad, I know you. But she's my family, I know, I know," Reda whispered before I could answer. "You don't like her all that much right now. Yet she is carrying your child, Jerry. I know you aren't the kind of man who abandons his own offspring. You never once let down Beth or Jason, so I know you won't disappoint this child; and I know right now you have so much going through your head. I know this is too much given our somewhat making up, but I promise you she won't bother you," she said, as she placed a kiss on the back of my neck. "You have a good day," Reda whispered in my ear as she hugged me from behind. She and Stacy waved goodbye as they stood in the doorway of my home as I backed out of the driveway.
"Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"Is Aunt Stacy going to be staying with us?" Jason asked, as he and Beth both sat in the rear seat as we waited in line to drop them off.
"Seems so." I tried not to let my sigh touch my words.
"What happened to Uncle Dan?" Beth asked, innocently.
"The Daleks got him," I said, peered around the seat. Smiling at my kids as they laughed at the Doctor Who joke. Then again, they did love that show. I didn't actually mind watching it with them.
"Did they break up?" Beth asked, leave it to my daughter to hit the nail on the head.
"Seems so," I repeated. "You two have a good day, your mom will pick you up," I called after them as they slid out of the car once I pulled up to the curb.
"Okay!" Their voices were carried on the wind as they waved to me. Okay, yeah, my wife was right, I would miss this if I lost the ability to see the kids. I loved spending time with them. Even if it was waiting in line to drop the kids off at school.
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Two weeks later...
My hand ran down my face as I was walking towards my bedroom. I had left early; it was getting tedious in avoiding Stacy around the house. Yet I had a feeling the entirety of that morning something was going to happen and as I walked into my bedroom... I was right.
"Really?!" I groaned as Stacy stood naked at the side of my bed her bra hanging in her hands. Staring at me with this startled look. Yet she didn't bother to cover herself as she stood naked in my bedroom. Why would she, not like I haven't seen it all before.
"Jerry?!" Reda's voice echoed from in the bathroom. "Hi baby!" She smiled at me as she walked out of the bathroom fully clothed. Honestly, I didn't know what to expect. She and her sister going to town. Moaning and whatnot in the middle of the day. Although the little spot of shaving cream on her left index finger should've given me a clue as to what they'd been doing. "Get dressed quickly." I heard my wife mutter as she walked behind her sister, flashing me that smile of hers to keep my anger at bay. "I know what you're thinking but it's not like that I swear," Reda stated.
"Oh? Then what is it then, if not two sisters munching each other out?"
"Perv!" Reda giggled as she slapped my shoulder hard. "We weren't expecting you home so early... Stacy's been itchy down there since she can't properly shave herself," she said, with this twinkle in her eye. "And since her antibiotics ran out today she's all clean. Show him Stacy," Reda said, from over her shoulder.
"I know you don't want to see me Jerry. I understand. But this is our -- Our -- baby you should at least touch him or her," Stacy said, as her hands ran over her small pooge as she walked towards the foot of the bed. Her right hand pressed down on the mattress as she lowered herself to it. "I didn't think being pregnant would be so difficult to shave myself," she said, milking him for sympathy, while slowly beginning to spread her legs as my wife stepped out of the way. Remembering the times in their teenage years that she and Reda would shave each other. Reda got more of a thrill out of it than she did, however, she didn't complain with what came after it. "But thanks to my sweet older sister, I don't have a jungle down there anymore," Stacy giggled. "What do you think Jerry? Doesn't it look pretty?" she asked, showing off her freshly shaved pussy. "You know when I think back to that night. When you gave me this gift," Stacy cooed sweetly as her hand ran along her belly. "I can still feel you in here." Her eyes meet mine daring me to look away as she spread her labia. With that I turned and walked out the door.
"Jerry!" I heard my wife calling for me. Trust me, I didn't leave at the sight of Stacy's cunt. I left because I was getting hard. I didn't want Stacy to know that she had that kind of effect on me. "Don't worry I'm sure he thought your pussy looked pretty." I heard my wife comforting her sister as I walked down the stairs to my office. Then I heard the tears. Not my wife's tears, Stacy's.
"What am I going to do Reda? What if Jerry doesn't want the baby or me?" Okay, that stopped me in my tracks. Would the child be taken care of financially, yes, would I be a father to him or her... I couldn't answer that at the moment. Although the question remains, why would I want Stacy? I already have a wife, why would I want another one?
"Give him some time Stacy." I heard my wife say. "This is all new to Jerry... and we just got back on speaking terms..."
"But you're getting fucked Reda! I hear it every night!" That was true. We did have sex six nights a week. Mostly it was to annoy the piss out of Stacy since she took the guest room closest to ours. Hence why I had been avoiding her so damn much. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to yell sis..."
"It's okay Stacy, I've been pregnant too, you know?" Was it wrong of me to picture my wife cradling her own sister's breasts in my mind as they talked. To squeeze those milk filled breasts to the point of her rich breastmilk squirting out. "
