Chapter 14
Illustrated version available on request. PW
A Visit Home & Incest with My Sister, Ashley
After two weeks of meandering around Athens and having completed the assignments for my classes, I decided to go home and pay a surprise visit to my mother and sister that weekend. I had been feeling guilty about not going home to see my mother, especially since she'd been receiving the Chemo treatments on a regular basis.
Ah, but being nineteen and surrounded by all that Athenian pussy it was easy for me to forget about my responsibilities now that I was the man of the house.
I arrived home and discovered that Ashley was about to take mother for her cancer treatment and I was invited to join them. Ashley was dressed demurely in a white blouse and gray skirt with black hose and shoes. Her hair, cut short, still had a portion tied in a short ponytail and she was a woman in every sense of the word--and beautiful to boot.
I was taken aback on seeing my mother, for she had aged ten or more years in the two months since I had last seen her. Chemo had ravaged her system while attempting to cure her of the cancerous cells eating her body. I tried to hide my shock but failed as my mother knew me as did my little sister, who told me later I looked as if I'd seen a ghost.
What followed changed my perception of people with dire diseases for the rest of my life. Please allow me a few words on cancer and those unfortunate to be victimized by it. Cancer is an insidious disease, the patient tries one treatment and if it appears to impede the cancer's progress, feels a measure of gratification that is hard to measure for in fighting the cancerous cells the chemo destroys and /or weakens other, vital cells putting additional strain on one's bodily system. Then in all too many instances, the patient learns the disease has returned to attack their body in a different part, or even the same area it imperiled before.
In mother's case, the cancer returned following an all too brief hiatus after the first rounds of chemo. The second round elicited several side effects leaving mother worse off then she had been earlier. That is not to imply that she shouldn't have undergone the second round of chemo. Everyone involved thought or hoped it was the thing to do at the time.
Now Mother's cancer was in an advanced stage; meaning it was not under control and had spread from where it started to other parts of the body, the goal now was to improve the quality of life, for Mother had only months to live regardless of the chemo treatments.
"What do you recommend, doctor?" I asked.
"I can't tell you or your family what to do, only what's available to your mother. Remember it's your mother that will make the decision."
"I understand, but what would you do if it were you in her position?"
"Mr. Clark, I cannot make, or suggest a decision. I hope you understand that. Furthermore, it is your mother that will make any decisions with respect to her treatment or lack of treatment. It's the law. I will tell you that I'm not overly fond of the law, but I will follow it. I have many patients like your Mother; to those having reached similar stages I give them the available options. Should they choose not to avail themselves of any further treatment; or if further treatment is not going to help, there are hospices that will help the patient and their loved ones through her final days. Your sister has those names in her possession already. I really think you should discuss this with your sister and possibly your mother. Quite frankly, I'm puzzled as to why you haven't done this already."
That put me in my place and I could only mumble that I had only just arrived and had not been kept up to date while away at college.
The doctor nodded in understanding and took me aside. "Look, Mr. Clark, your Mother's cancer has spread throughout her body. Further treatments won't help and would probably
weaken her further. I have already talked with your sister, who by the way, has a good
head on her shoulders and has done your family proud in the way she's taken charge and handled matters.
"Just make your Mother as comfortable as possible these last few days and you'll have done her a great service."
Thoroughly shaken after absorbing the truth of Mother's situation, I thanked the doctor and returned to sit with my sister and silently waited for mother to return from having her blood taken.
We returned home, with Mother asking me about school and Ashley about a dress she was fixing up for a dance the following week and not a word about herself. I deliberately failed to mention my dismissal from the swimming team, and talked about my grades, which were straight A's.
That delighted Mother, and wanting to preserve the moment, offered to buy them lunch at a local restaurant. Both rejected my offer, maintaining that there was plenty to eat at home and our maid would have a sumptuous repast waiting for us when we got there.
There was a very nice lunch awaiting us, but Mother begged off and Ashley helped her to her bedroom where she lay down for a needed nap.
Ashley returned and we ate quietly until she broke the silence by saying, "You know the worst of it now I expect."
"I do. I want to say thank you for stepping in and taking charge. I should have been here. Maureen could have been here ..."
"No!" Ashley said without raising her voice, but firmly enough to keep me from disagreeing with her. You're both concentrating on college--it's your future. I'm a senior in high school with A+ grades and accepted at three different schools. I have the time, the right location and therefore the means of caring for Mom. And I have the maid as well as Mom's caretaker while I'm at school."
"Oh," I said softly. "Well I'm still bothered by being left out when major decisions are being made without any knowledge."
"That was Mom's decision, live with it. I have. It's not pleasant and it inevitable, according to the medical specialists at the Cancer Center. Mom has told me time and time again to live my life and she'll live hers as long as it lasts.
"Okay, okay, so how have you been; I mean, this being your senior year and all?"
"The truth? I can't believe what I've accomplished in such a short span of time. I feel I've grown in almost everything ..." Ashley paused at that point and looked at me. "Have you spoken with Maureen lately?"
"No I haven't. I've been meaning too, but I've had a lot going on at school, although not anywhere close to what you've had to deal with."
"Okay ... well, Maureen's told me about what the two of you did the last time you were home."
I was too stunned to respond. Fortunately Ashley took it as my needing proof of what she had just implied and elaborated.
"She told me that she and her boyfriend got drunk and you carried her upstairs, leaving him sleeping on the living room couch. You must have undressed her and then raped her. What I don't understand is why. Mo had told me several times she'd willingly put out for you. For God's sake, I would have too. If only ..."
"Just a second, Ashley. Before you go any further, let me stop you right there. I don't want you saying something that can't be taken back--maybe you already have--but I need to set the record straight."
Ashley appeared confused. Apparently she hadn't expected a rebuttal on my part. But I wasn't going to allow my older sister to lie about our incestuous activity.
"First off--and I have a vivid recollection of what happened that night ..."
"I bet you do!" Ashley spat out at me.
"Maureen got her date, a poor guy named Barney, drunk as a skunk. I will admit Mo can handle the booze pretty well, for she matched Barney drink for drink while I nursed my drink. I need to add that I don't drink to excess at any time. I'll have a drink or two but that's it.
"You were there, Ashley, you saw us. But it was a late night for you and I recall you yawned and said goodnight and went off to beddy-bye."
"No need for sarcasm, Donald," Ashley said sharply.
"Sorry, I am kind of pissed off at what Mo told you. It's not true, none of it. And here's the truth, so help me ... Mo plied Barney with a couple more drinks, but stopped drinking herself. I asked her where he was sleeping, and Mo replied, 'Not in my room!' But good old Barney snickered at that and I knew they'd been sleeping together.
"Something just wasn't right about the situation, but while I was puzzling it out, Barney spilled his drink and announced he was going to throw up. I hustled him into the bathroom and left him vomiting to confront Mo, who was on her knees cleaning up the spilled drink. I accused her of deliberately getting him drunk. She looked me right in the eye and said, 'I did, because I didn't want to fuck him tonight!'"
"She didn't!"
"Yes, Ashley, she certainly did."
"She followed up with: 'Did you think I was a virgin? Barney isn't the first either ...are you?'
"I wasn't, but for some reason I told her I was."
"Oh, brother!" Ashley said letting out an overly long pent up breath.
"Mo crowed, 'I knew it! I fuckin' knew it!'
"Suddenly we were like close confidents: 'What have you done, Donnie? I mean, you can tell me, I'm your big sister,' she purred as she ran her fingers over my arm.
"I knew Mo might have had one too many drinks, but kept my mouth shut about it. That led us into a you know ... a you go first game. Mo enlightened me: 'I kissed a bunch of guys my first week on campus. The second week I jerked a couple off. I let a few finger me and suck my titties. And remember Calvin Jones, the black kid whose mother worked as our maid a while back?'
"Yeah," I replied with a dry mouth.
'I sucked his black cock, and loved it! And then I fucked him. I've fucked twenty two guys since going off to college.' Her voice was slurred somewhat. 'Do you think I'm a whore?'
"What did you tell her, Donnie?"
"The best I could come up with was: '"No, maybe a bit on the slutty side, but not a whore, Mo. That is unless you were charging them."
"she didn't blink an eye at that, but plunged ahead with, 'So ... so who did you do it with? You do it with Alice?'
"I told her Alice and I have made out a couple times, but other than a few kisses and a little grouping here and there, nothing I'd want to brag about."
"Oh, God, so you're still waiting for the right girl?"
"Are you kidding? I'd have done it with anybody! I mean, not really, but I don't ... I don't get on with girls all that well ... you know what I mean, Mo."
"Would you like to kiss me, Donnie?"
"C'mon, you're my sister," I said.
"I asked you a question, Donnie."
Ashley's eye twitched nervously at his words. Of course Donnie was quoting his older sister, but all the same ... kissing one another?
"Did you?" Ashley asked.
Donnie smiled at her. "Yes, we kissed."
Ashley's mind was racing ... I'm prettier than Maureen, everyone says so ... I've got blonde hair, Mo is more personable sure, but my breasts are just as big as hers and my ass is much nicer.
"And when it ended," Donnie continued, "she held me there and sent her tongue into my mouth."
He looked at Ashley. "You do know about Frenching, right?"
"I know more than Frenching, brother," she replied unknowingly lowering a barrier that her brother had set for them.
"Mo began to tease me then ..."
"Then? What the fuck do you call what she was doing before that?"
"Truthfully? I thought it was the drink talking, not my sister. I was wrong, but didn't realize it at the time.
"But when she said, 'I saw you in the shower once. You were beating off.' I knew we were in forbidden territory."
"She commented about my privates and I knew she was telling the truth. Then she touched me. I mean she really touched me, you know?"
Ashley felt her own nipples tingling and realized that she was holding her breath.
"Mo said, 'Do I excite you, Donnie? Are you going to cum for me?'"
"But ... what about Barney?" Ashley inquired heatedly.
"That's exactly what I said too, Ashley. Mo was ready with an answer too. 'He's of no use to me. He's passed out, drunk, but you are!'".
"She didn't!"
