This is a complete work of fiction, any resemblance to anyone or anything is purely coincidental, all characters portrayed in this story, in relation to any sexual act, are mature adults, this story contains sexual content involving consenting adults, mm/ff bi-sex, incest, anal, oral, watersports & straight, sorry, no pain, animals or ego.
*I hope you liked part 1, this is part 2, Cheryl takes over the story at some point...
**Growing up with the word 'arse' instead of 'ass', which IS a term to describe a donkey, I feel that 'arse' is THE appropriate word to use. The language is not American or English, it's Australian.
Many thanx for the feedback, I hope this is a little better. O.B.
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The Inevitable Barrier: The Fallout.
When I say 'corporate', Mum & Dad were lawyers for a string of corporations that focused mostly on the construction of education facilities for disadvantaged kids. My sister was a divorce lawyer, for the wealthy. She represented women that were true victims of trauma, at the hands of the blokes that they married.
Although Mum & Dad were semi retired, they quite often took on the role of consultant for negotiations that needed that extra special care. What they knew about the legal goings on in boardrooms across the country, was enough to fill any library, full.
Shezz was absolutely stunning to watch in a divorce court. She had a solid reputation for ferreting out the liars from the truth. Both blokes & women found out the hard way, that to lie in a divorce court, is dangerous. The extremes people go to, to protect their virtue, is obscene, at one end of the spectrum, idiotic & unbelievable at the other end.
I came to the conclusion that us blokes just need to keep our cocks in our pants. Our role in society is highly pivotal, in the grand scheme of things, we just need to recognise the strength a woman really has before we even blink in the direction of between her legs.
The primal attitude of returning to where we blokes originated, is the greatest mystery of Life. No-one knows why it happens.
It's an inbuilt mechanism in our make-up. There's no way to avoid it, unless you're born a female.
We've learnt over the eons, than blokes are only useful for two things. Protect & create.
But, it's then up to the girls to provide us with something to protect.
A bloke solo, on his own will never provide anything, except entertainment for himself.
Two blokes will never create anything worth protecting, neither will two women. A solo woman will also never create anything.
To create something for us to protect, we need to know exactly how strong you women are. We'll show you how strong we are, we're blokes, that's what we do. We need the guiding hand of nurture & those little things in the female body called eggs to 'help' create a masterpiece.
When that little masterpiece finally arrives in the world, we recognise it as being a child. A child two people, a bloke & a woman, created together. It's how Life rolls on this planet. That's the bare arsed reality of it all. In the long run, blokes are always gunna be needed to protect what they create with a woman.
It's just a crying shame that over the eons, some blokes got greedy.
They wanted something that will never exist.
They wanted something that was better than perfection.
With what I've seen in a divorce courtroom, I can quite easily sit here & say that there is nothing better than perfection.
But, that's never been a reason for so many fuckwits who set about proving the theory wrong.
It's sorta like the rationality that surrounds incest.
As highly impressionable kids, we are ALL exposed to so many different aspects, agendas, morals & clichés. When we're old enough to understand where the boundaries of existence on this planet are, we're told to be careful, Life is full of unknowns. What has totally slipped through to the keeper, is the fact that what might be good for one, is absolute crap to someone else.
What also remains to be said about the social enigmas relating to a brother 'having sex' with his sister, is that no-one will know the full story. Conjecture, assumption, forecasting is a shallow reason for casting aspersion on someone that is no potential threat to global welfare or the welfare of anyone, for that fact. Were there a country or a world called 'Incestopia' where the only creed is that you love your family for everything it is, I'd be on the first train there.
The bible bleats about the degradation & disgusting act of incest, even though, it was incest that started that story off in the first place. What right did anyone have telling me that a mother giving birth to her son's child was wrong?
That it was a dirty, atrocious act that 'should' never be talked about or shown in public.
What also shakes up that barrel of monkeys, that a woman was created from a blokes rib. What moron came up with that analogy?
I reckon the convo went a little something like this:
"Hey Big Fella, I've got too many bones in this thing you call a body, ya wanna take one of these rib thingys & make a woman for me, we got plenty of sand here?"
Good grief, give me a feather & tell me I'm a possum, that work's at Macca's. Seriously?
The biggest act of betrayal, is incest will never be seen as an act of Love, in it's truest form. It will always be a taboo subject that no-one really wants to talk about. All we ever wanna talk about these days is being more greedier than the next bloke. That, in itself is the greatest lie ever told, though. Did some bloke, way back when, really thump some other bloke over the head because he wanted a go at the woman that was better looking than his own partner?
The syndrome known as 'my dick is bigger than yours' is the biggest misconception on the planet. Blown out of proportion by someone that wanted to prove to the world that HIS dick was in fact bigger than everyone else's. It's just a crying shame that there's not enough people in the world to stop giving a fuck about how big someone's dick is. Yet. Give it time, though.
Someone's gunna start a revolution soon to take back what was never spose to have been taken in the first place.
Then we'll see how big those monkeys' dicks really are.
Regardless, irrespective, irrelevant & immaterial to whoever the father is, when a bloke becomes a father, his value then extends to that child, AS WELL AS the mother of that child. That's the only concept that needs to be released on it's own recognisance.
But, who am I kidding, like THAT is ever gunna happen. All the dick wavers need to stop waving their dicks for that to happen.
And it's time for me to get off my soapbox.
My sister & my parents took down some totally impossible people that just simply refused to stop waving their dicks around.
It's actually very funny to watch these morons.
He loses his house, his wife, his kids, his livelihood, his secrets & his dick waving capabilities.
Then, when he gets desperate, he proves, beyond any doubt, how much of a needledick he really is.
The astonishing thing is, the more desperate he gets, the worse he gets.
But, I spose that's just because blokes are wired that way.
We've got thick heads, it takes us a bit to get the message.
We're blokes.
Once we get the message though, we're good to go.
Remember, we need that gentle, guiding hand, we're fucktus cactus without it otherwise. Behind every man...blah blah...shit, ya know.
We blokes need you women like you need us.
Sometimes it just fucks with ya, the rest of the time, it's fun.
Which kinda put Des in a different perspective altogether.
He's got money, he's got power, he's got a gorgeous wife, he's got two wonderful kids, he's got a fantastic family home, he's got a woman in every port-of-call he visits. He had perfection.
So why stick ya cock in my wife, even though you're sticking it in my sister? You arsehole.
To some, that might seem like I'm the kettle calling the pot black.
I never fucked his wife, while he was married to her.
