Chapter 6 -- Elizabeth and her husband
The next morning, as I drove over to Elizabeth's house I was feeling pretty good about myself. I'd managed to expand the incest group who were fucking me from my sons and daughters, to my twin sister and her sons. Not only that, but it seemed I had my husband Charlie back, after he'd given in to my ultimatum that he had to fuck me in a cunt already filled with spunk by our younger son, with that same son fucking my ass, and he'd even agreed to suck all three loads out of me when they had come.
Now, I just had to loosen my nymphomaniac, heroin-addicted niece's grip on him. I was more than happy for her to keep fucking her, which I intended to do myself anyway, but if she was as much of a mess as Charlie had said, we needed for the family's sake to get her clean. I hated the thought of any of my family killing themselves with drugs, and I knew that my husband and my sister, Jade's mother, would never forgive themselves when the inevitable happened. So why should Elizabeth be able to help, you're wondering?
Well, you might think when I've said I was going to a women's meeting at the church that we just sat around praying, but nothing could be further from the truth. We may not have had as many problems as my sister had found in Alaska, but we had more than enough difficulties with unemployment, alcohol and drugs and often as a result of those, marital abuse. The local authorities did their best, but it fell way short, so we had set up a support group which helped people who, for whatever reason, had found themselves tangled up in one or more of these issues.
Elizabeth was one of our mainstays, as she'd been trained as a nurse, then specialised in mental health. When her husband died suddenly with an aggressive form of cancer, she decided to live off the money he had left, and became a volunteer in a substance abuse clinic in the biggest city in the next state over. That was where she learned all about heroin addiction, among other drugs, and she fell in love with a man she was helping get off of it. When he had recovered, they'd married, and he'd since become the owner of the biggest Ford dealership in the local states. So, she had the knowledge and experience to help drug addicts, and we'd had to call on it nine months or so earlier.
The problem with heroin is that it certainly causes strong psychological dependence, the way alcohol and gambling do, for example, and it is especially potent, as apparently if anyone feels stressed or unable to cope, after their fix life seems to be smooth and relaxed. That would be bad enough, but it also causes powerful physical addiction as well. Heroin, like many of the opiates, mimics a natural chemical in the brain, and after only a few uses, the brain cuts back on its own chemistry, trying to get back to normality. This is why the dose needed to get the desired effect rapidly increases as the person gets hooked.
The problem is that if anyone decides to give up on heroin, when they stop using it, the chemistry of the nervous system is seriously screwed up, which causes extremely unpleasant symptoms, like wild hallucinations, cramps, diarrhoea, sickness, shivers and more. This makes it difficult for even the strong willed to give up, and the weak might even die. This is the 'Cold Turkey' which was sung about in rock songs in the hippie era. Even worse, is that if someone gets half way then goes back to heroin, the body often has already adapted, and the dose that used to just give the high becomes lethal. All too often, people who try to get off of it, then relapse, kill themselves with their first fix.
The best way to get off heroin, which is probably what is going on when you hear of some famous actor or pop star going into rehab, is that the dose is carefully reduced to break the physical addiction, which can take a couple of weeks, and then they get longer term psychological help. The problem is that this is very expensive, and out of the reach of most ordinary folk unless they are fortunate to get a place at a clinic staffed by volunteers.
Initially cheaper, the most common treatment is to substitute methadone for heroin. This blocks the high from heroin and many other opiate drugs, and isn't anywhere near as physically addictive. The problem, though, is that it isn't a cure, and it just prolongs the psychological dependency. Most often people have to go to a clinic every day, which makes it hard to hold down a decent job, and because it lacks the high, there's a high rate of people reverting back to heroin.
That was what had happened nine months or so earlier to the twenty-something son of one of the women our group was supporting. With his acceptance, and her pleading, a few of us took it upon ourselves to kit out our barn and under Elizabeth's supervision, we took him through managed withdrawal. His family then rallied around him, and so far, so good. He has a decent job now, and if you didn't know, you'd think he was completely normal -- whatever that really means. So, I was on my way to ask Elizabeth if she'd help my family do the same for Jade.
When I parked the car and knocked on Elizabeth's door, I was quaking. She always seemed so upright and controlled, and looked like a classic wealthy matron: a large bust always kept covered and under control, and old-fashioned clothes, always dresses or skirts and blouses, and never pants or T-shirts. It wasn't so much that I thought she wouldn't help, but I was worried what Jade might reveal about her, my husband and her family while she was in withdrawal.
"Oh, hi, Elizabeth. I'm afraid I have to ask you for a big favour," was the best I could manage as she invited me inside.
"I've been expecting you, Susan. This is about Jade, your sister's girl I imagine?"
"Elizabeth, how the fu... how do you know that?"
"I keep my ear to the ground, Susan."
I knew that was true, because she always kept up with the latest gossip, not to spread it, but as a way of finding out who might need the sort of help our group could provide. I gave her a version of the story which minimised Charlie's role, and she looked at me hard before answering.
"Hmm. Of course I'll help. But she's going to need a lot more help to get her back on track even when we've broken the addiction. Are your family ready to do that?"
"Yes, me and my sister, and Charlie, who has been trying to help already, we're fully committed, and I'm sure our other children will help as well."
"Hmm, that sounds good enough. Talking of your children, though, are you fucking them all now?"
"Sorry, Elizabeth, what on earth do you mean?" I managed to choke out, having barely managed to stop fainting when I heard her question.
"Well, I know you were naked in the pool the other morning, and when your son came out of the house, his cock was pushing his shorts out so he had to have seen you. Anyway, incest is the curse or the blessing, depending on your point of view, of the Lewis family. You may have inherited the tendency to have twins from your mother's side of the family, but incest has run right through your father's side."
"But my parents never fucked me, Elizabeth."
"No, Susan, they were the exception. I guess a lot was down to your mother, who had strong puritan ancestors, and your parents were almost completely cut off from the rest of the family when they swore they weren't going to follow the Lewis tradition."
"Fu... gosh, Elizabeth, how do you know all this?"
"You forget I'm a Lewis as well, Susan. My grandfather was your great-grandfather, and my father was your grandfather's youngest brother. That's why although I'm a generation earlier than you, I'm only ten years or so older. I guess we're second cousins, Susan."
"You said that my parents were the exception, so does that mean ....?"
"Oh yes, my father fucked me and my sister as soon as we were old enough, which luckily was just as the pill came out. We used to have wonderful family get-togethers as well. Your parents weren't invited, of course, so I got fucked by my grandparents, great-grandparents and all sorts of cousins and other relations."
"And your sons from your first marriage ...?"
"Of course, Susan. I loved my sons fucking me. I just wish I'd have had a daughter I could have fucked as well. You haven't answered my question, though, are you fucking your own kids?"
"Um ... yes." I whispered.
"I thought so. Don't be so ashamed of it -- it's in our genes, and as long as we take care not to do them harm, there's nothing wrong with it. Anyway, I was sure you were. I can smell the difference between diarrhoea and a climaxing cunt, and it was all I could do not to break the door down and finish you off myself when you dashed out of the church into the bathroom when the bishop was visiting. You know, it's almost as if we Lewis's can sense another family member. Maybe it's pheromones, or something, but I always feel my pussy get wet when I'm close to anyone else in our family, even across branches and generations of the family tree."
Fuck, had I felt that that with Elizabeth before, and just pushed it to the back of my brain? What was sure was that I was certainly feeling it now.
"Are you feeling it about me, now, Elizabeth?"
"Of course, Susan. I've felt like it every time I picked you up, Susan, but I respected your parents' decision, and decided to do nothing about it unless you showed signs of reverting to Lewis family behaviour," Elizabeth said, walking towards me.
"Which I have now, you mean?"
"Oh yes, Susan. Put your hand up my dress and feel how wet my panties are now."
She grabbed one of my hands, doubting I guess, from the shocked look on my face, that I would do it myself, and she forced it up under her dress. Fucking hell, they weren't just damp, they were soaking. Now I understood, at least to some extent, why I'd suddenly developed such an uncontrollable desire to fuck my children, my sister and all of her children as well. And now the tingling in my cunt was telling me that I needed to fuck cousin Elizabeth, another elder of our church.
"Well, Elizabeth, why don't you put your hand up my dress? My son doesn't let me wear any panties these days, so you won't have to do this to get at my cunt," I said, smiling, as I pulled her panties to one side, and slipped a finger between the folds of her labia.
She looked searchingly into my eyes, then she leaned forward, and kissed me on the lips. I felt her tongue invade my mouth, at the same time as I felt two of her fingers open my lips and push right up inside my vagina.
