Part 14: Incest
Chapter 33: Incest - Clarice and Darryl visit the Morgans.
Clarice's train was arriving at 3:45 and Darryl's was arriving a half hour later. Karen and I went to pick them up in her car since it's bigger than mine.
When Clarice arrived, Karen let me kiss her, but then she orchestrated things so that the two of them could talk while I collected Clarice's bags and took them to the car. By the time Darryl's train arrived, the two of them were getting along like old friends while they told each other stories calculated to embarrass me.
Darryl was only planning to stay one night, so he just had a small carry-on bag. Karen gave him a hug and kiss as he stepped off the platform and we headed right to the car.
When we got home, Darryl said hi to Mom and I introduced Clarice. Karen, Mom and Clarice went into the house while Darryl and I were left with the bags.
When Darryl and I walked into the kitchen, Mom was just telling the girls about her dinner plans. Darryl interrupted her and said, "I was planning on taking Karen out to dinner. We have some important things to discuss."
A look crossed Karen's face like she'd just got a chill. Mom looked a little annoyed, probably because that was our one night to have dinner all together. Clarice looked like she didn't want to be there.
We all sat and talked for a while. We moved to the kitchen when Mom said it was time to start getting dinner ready. Mom and I did most of the cooking with some help from Clarice. When the food was almost done Karen suggested a local restaurant where she and Darryl could have some privacy to talk. The two of them left just as Clarice, Mom and I were putting the food on the table. As we sat down to eat, we were a subdued group.
We were halfway through our meal when the front door slammed open. We caught a glimpse of Karen running up the stairs, then we saw her run back down with Darryl's suitcase before she disappeared out the door.
A couple of seconds later, she stormed back in yelling over her shoulder, "I'll be by tomorrow to get my stuff." Then she broke down in tears.
The three of us around the table stared at each other for a second, then Mom went to Karen. As she hugged her and stroked her hair, Karen was sobbing. Mom led her to the sofa where they sat down together.
Gradually Karen's sobbing stopped, and the story came out. Darryl's family had spent Christmas criticizing Karen and telling Darryl she had to repent, or he had to give her up. Darryl knew we'd been a church going family, so he thought that if he confronted Karen here, she'd go right to church and repent of her wicked ways.
Karen told him she still didn't think she had anything to be repentant about. That led to a shouting match before she stormed out of the restaurant with Darryl following her and trying to reason with her. On the drive home she told Darryl that he had to accept her as she was or go find someone else. Darryl said he couldn't be with someone who was going to hell.
We spent the evening listening to Karen tell us more about Darryl and his family. Mostly she was just venting her frustration. Eventually she realized she needed a new place to stay, so she excused herself to make some calls to her friends.
On the second call, a friend told her that a mutual acquaintance of theirs was looking for someone to split the rent on a two-bedroom apartment. Karen called the girl, and she was happy to have Karen come live with her.
Mom had to work the next day, so Clarice and I volunteered to drive Karen back and help her get her stuff. Most of the furniture in their apartment was Darryl's, so we called ahead and reserved a small moving truck that would fit her bedroom set and a few boxes.
When Karen sat down again, Clarice asked her, "How did you and Darryl meet?"
Karen told us about meeting him the first week of her junior year at a party that Darryl's roommates had thrown. Darryl was hiding in his room and Karen ran into him while she was looking for the bathroom. She thought he was cute, so they started talking and she managed to get him to join the party.
Clarice kept asking questions about why Karen was attracted to Darryl, what she liked about him, and how they related to each other. As I listened to Karen tell their story, I learned a lot about them that I hadn't heard before.
Karen liked Darryl because he listened and tried to be helpful. When they first met, Karen's schedule was completely messed up and her advisor told her it couldn't be fixed. Darryl helped her work through the bureaucracy, so she ended up with exactly the schedule she wanted. She said he was her rock and her compass when things were tough.
Karen talked about his family and his religion, saying she admired his faith and loyalty. I got the sense Karen knew all along Darryl was a mama's boy, but she tried to put a positive spin on it.
"We had a few dates, and I let him know I was also seeing other people. After a few weeks he asked me to see him exclusively, and he wanted to know who else I was seeing and how serious it was. When I told him I was seeing a girl I had met just before summer break, he told me about his religious beliefs."
"He didn't say anything about repentance, but he told me he wouldn't feel comfortable dating me while I was seeing other people or sleeping with other women. By then I'd decided I really liked him, so I said that was fine with me."
As she told us more, I got the impression Darryl was trying to subtly pressure Karen into renouncing her beliefs about sexuality and adopting his. Karen said that when the subject came up, Darryl would listen to her and then ask for time to think and pray about it before he responded.
It sounded to me like Darryl was trying to make sure he was the one framing the discussion instead of addressing the issue on Karen's terms. When she recounted some of those discussions, I could tell Darryl's attitude was, "We'll forgive the past if you repent and do better in the future." It sounded like he never really acknowledged that any of Karen's beliefs were valid. I could see a lot of signs that he was trying to control Karen.
As Karen talked, I could see she was starting to realize those signs had been there. It hit me that both Karen and Clarice are studying to be therapists, so it was like sitting in on a therapy session. Somehow Clarice managed to get Karen to think about Darryl as a potential abuser without falling into self-recrimination for not having seen it earlier.
Since we had an eight-hour drive ahead of us, we turned in early. As we got ready for bed, Clarice was standing in my room in just her panties, and I was about to take off my underwear. Clarice asked me, "Do you have a T-shirt I can wear?"
Stopping with my hand on the waistband of my boxer briefs, I realized what she was suggesting. I reached into my dresser and pulled out an old T-shirt that was too small for me but would fit Clarice like a tent and handed it to her. As she started to pull it on, there was a knock on the door and Karen walked in without waiting for an answer.
When Karen saw me in my underwear and Clarice pulling on the T-shirt, she said, "Since when do you sleep with a beautiful girl without being naked? Don't think you have to change on my account. I can see you two are good together. Knowing you might be in here making love gives me hope that I'll find a guy as good as my brother."
Karen walked over to Clarice and pulled the T-shirt out of her hands. Then she gave her a big hug and kissed her on the cheek saying, "I came in here to thank you. Talking to you about Darryl helped me see him in a new light."
Letting go of Clarice, Karen turned and gave me a goodnight kiss. As she turned to leave, Karen looked back and gave her a leering once over before she said to me, "You've got good taste, Ian. I'd tap that."
Clarice blushed and looked a little shocked. I laughed, glad to see Karen wasn't completely lost in despair.
Clarice and I made love quietly before settling down to sleep. I kept the lights on because I wanted to see her face. As I looked at her, she held my face and said, "You're a good guy, Ian. I feel lucky to have you."
"Then we're both lucky. I don't ever want to see you hurt like that. Send Patty to kill me if I ever become a controlling jerk or a liar like Darryl."
Clarice and I were both choked up with tears as we moved together. As I felt her pussy contract in an orgasm, she pulled me into a tight hug, sobbing softly in my ear. I held her tight and kissed everywhere I could reach as I repeated over and over, "I love you."
I continued to kiss her and thrust gently into her until I was surprised by an incredibly intense orgasm. My breath caught in my throat as I clutched Clarice to my chest and pressed my cock as deep into her as I could. Every muscle in my body was frozen. Seconds later, I felt Clarice's whole-body shudder.
As I regained control of my muscles, we rolled partially onto our sides so our legs were intertwined and my cock was still in Clarice's cunt. We lay like that, holding each other and kissing until we drifted off to sleep.
Not much later, I heard Karen get up and go to Mom's room.
The next day we drove mostly in silence. Clarice finally got Karen talking by asking about what I was like as a kid. Even though Clarice knew most of the story, she got Karen to tell her how she changed me from a "little peckerhead" into the prize catch that I was.
Clarice worked in some questions about Darryl. This time she was focusing more on his controlling behaviors. I could tell Karen was uncomfortable, but she answered everything Clarice asked. The pattern of abuse became clearer. Darryl wasn't likely to become violent, but he was becoming an expert at manipulating Karen's emotions in order to control her.
I figured out that Clarice was trying to plant seeds in Karen's mind that would lead her to understand she couldn't have seen the signs earlier and that she got out as soon as she could. I could tell that Karen knew what Clarice was trying to do, but she went along with it and seemed grateful.
We picked up the moving van on the way into town, then drove to Karen's apartment. Karen seemed in better spirits until we pulled up in front of her place. Thankfully, Darryl was still at work. Clarice and I worked on loading the furniture while Karen boxed up her stuff.
Darryl pulled up just as we were carrying the last boxes to the van. Karen brushed by him without saying a word and got in her car and Clarice got in my car.
