For dfalken and others looking for a twist in the incest/taboo line. Hope I have succeeded in meeting a few expectations. Please feel free to comment, I'd love the input, getting better ain't easy without you guys and gals!
It was scene straight out of the movie, I couldn't believe it. It was "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation" come to life, only it wasn't Christmas. My sister and I weren't Russ and Audrey, and I, really, failed to see any humor in all that was transpiring!
"Mom…you've got to be kidding! Don't make me do this! Don't make us do this, no good will come of it!" I pleaded strongly.
"Now dear, it's only for a short time, I'm sure you can make do and share. We all do things we don't like, at times, and this is one of those times." My mother responded, as I cringed replaying the movie in my head.
"Jesus, she sounded just like Beverly DeAngelo, in the movie saying, "we all have to make sacrifices" I thought, as I left the kitchen, watching my mother's waning smile collapse into a worried look.
"Do the best you can Rob, your sister won't be that big of a problem." I heard mom call out to me, and as I rounded the corner, heading up stairs, she added, "It's only for two weeks dear!"
I suddenly began to hate the fact my father had a sister, let alone that she was married. They were the cause of this mess and I just couldn't figure out why they were staying with us and not at a hotel, for Christ sake!
My life had been turned upside down at the family dinner table, with the announcement, the night before. Jo Anne and Frank were coming in three days and they would be staying with us, for two weeks no less!
For once, Amy and I had been on the same page as we both protested vigorously, but to no avail. The parents had decided that since Amy's room was nicer than mine, Amy would be sharing my room for the duration, besides she had a queen sized bed and I didn't.
The news angered me and I sent a, swift, glaring look at Amy, which was received and answered with a resounding kick to the shin, as she renewed her protesting. I tried to aid in her protest, as I rubbed my shin, but my father cut us off short.
"That's it you two, enough! This is the first time in years, that my sister and her husband have visited and they will be welcome in our home! Whatever differences you two have, get over them now or I swear I'll send you both to military schools! And that was that, except for minor protesting to mom, outside of dad's ear shot.
Sitting on my bed, allowing frustration to build, I caught Amy's form darken the doorway, from the corner of my eye.
"Ya, what the hell you want?" I snarled, as Amy settled in, leaning against the door jamb.
"Hey, don't be so damn snippy, OK! It wasn't my idea and I'm the one giving up an entire room here. Think about that, buddy boy!" She came back, amazingly even toned and forceful.
At 18, Amy had worked her way up my "top ten" list, of pain in the asses. She was cute, perhaps too much for her own good and had developed a real attitude to boot. We had been fighting like cats and dogs for, nearly, two years now and I thanked God that my entrance into college was a few short months away.
"Look Amy…" I started out, as Amy cut in,
"No Rob, you look and understand we just have to make due for a while. I don't like it any more than you and here's what I think we should do." As she crossed her arms and took an even firmer stance in my doorway.
I knew the stubborn look well and sat listening, as my room was subdivided, my rights chopped off at the knees and my bathroom time cut more than in half, with Amy's plan. With a smug smile, Amy raised an eyebrow and offered out her hand, in a "wadda ya think?" gesture.
I put both hands to my face and rubbed, as I tried thinking, hopefully to shoot down her logic, but I failed. Slowly my hands came down and I responded to her question.
"Got no choice, do I? Seems like you figured it all out, without me, and I have little else to do but get out of your way, right sis?"
Amy smiled a "you're fuckin' right" smile at me, put her hands on her hips and turned to leave, adding as she looked back over her shoulder,
"I'll be back in a little while. No sense waiting til the last minute and I have a lot of things to bring over here, so get movin' and start rearranging things, OK brother? Oh, and by the way, get rid of that porno crap of yours…I don't even want to see that shit lying around!"
I flopped down on my bed and groaning loudly, starting to resign myself to the two weeks of hell, bearing down on me.
I cleared out three dresser drawers and half my closet space for Amy, prepping for her return. Starting on the bathroom, I heard Amy's, syrupy sweet voice call out, as she entered my room with her first "load",
"Rob, don't forget to vacuum too, I know what's under that bed must have legs by now!"
"Anything else, your highness?" I replied back, with just enough irritation in my voice, for her to understand she was getting on my last nerve.
"Nope, just make sure I have enough space for my make-up, and such, in the bathroom, pleeeease!" She replied, with an equal distain.
And so it went, Amy moved her things in and I moved out of the way, in preparation for the relatives to arrive. By the end of the second day, and with no small amount of animosity displayed, we were ready for the in-laws. Our wait wouldn't be long…
Lying on the floor, in my makeshift bed reading, I heard the doorbell and my mind returned to the movie.
"God, the doorbell from hell!" I groaned, imagining the "ding-dongs" growing lower in tone and more ominous, when I heard Amy call out,
"Shut up, this'll be fun, like we're camping out or something, stop being such a shit!"
"Rob – Amy, Jo Anne and Frank are here!" Mom called out to us.
"Coming!" I yelled back and rose from the floor, just as Amy emerged, looking a little too made up, but gorgeous none the less.
"Well? How do I look?" She asked.
"Special sis, just special. Don't suppose you could have told me you were dressing up?" I commented.
"Nope, figured you'd be the slob you always are. Come on, let's get down there."
As Amy left the room, I stepped into the bath, to check my hair and straightened out my pants and shirt, trying to be somewhat less slovenly, and grimaced, as I found Amy's underwear lying on the sink, her make-up scattered everywhere and her discarded clothes piled on the floor.
"God help me!" I thought, shaking my head, turning to join the family.
Walking into the living room, I was greeted with what seemed like the second coming of Christ. Everyone talking at once, laughing, hugging and kissing and Amy stood in the middle, with Uncle Frank's arm firmly wrapped around her waist, as he excitedly talked with mom and dad about their trip.
Jo Anne rushed me, as soon as she saw me enter and wrapped her arms around my neck, planting a big wet, juicy, kiss on my lips and shouted out,
"Oh my God Rob, you've grown into one hell of a, striking, young man! Alice – John, what have been feeding this guy?" As she turned laughing, to look at mom and dad, but not releasing her grip on me.
Thoroughly embarrassed, my face turned crimson, as Jo Anne dropped her hands to squeeze by biceps and playfully massage my hard abdominal muscles. "Oooooo, what a stud you are, Rob!" Were her final words, as she let go and Frank stepped up to grab my hand.
"How ya doin' Robbie boy! Damn if Jo Anne ain't right, you're one hell of a good looking young man, but your sister is a real knockout…ay?" He said, in greeting me and followed up with a jab to the ribs, after releasing my hand.
"Yup, a real prima-Donna, that's my sis!" I quipped, a smirk on my lips, as Uncle Frank turned to leave.
Things quieted down a few minutes later and I was given the dubious honor of stowing my Aunt and Uncles luggage away in Amy's room, as everyone else retired to the back yard patio. Day one had started and I could only feel relief, as the din faded away, the closer I got to Amy's room.
Tripping going into Amy's room, with the second load of luggage, I cursed as I hit the floor hard. As I lie on the floor, shaking my head, wondering what the hell had just happened, I noticed something sticking out from under Amy's mattress.
Curious, as always, I reached to pull out a diary, but it wasn't Amy's, it was moms from years past. Opening it, I saw the first date was entered a year before she and dad married. More curious, I decided to hide the diary away in my room, for reading later and wondered to myself why Amy had it. Whatever the reason, I was sure it might be some juicy reading and smiled over my good fortune.
It would be a couple of days before I was able to start that diary…
"Rob we're going out, back in 3 or 4 hours. Amy's gone too, not sure when she'll be home, see you later." And before the echoing announcement faded away I answered back,
"Alright, see you guys later, have fun!" As I remembered the diary, happy I would have time alone.
"So mom, let's see just what kind of a juicy past you really had." I thought to myself, opening the diary and settled down for a lengthy read.
I was riveted to the diary after reading the first entry,
Saturday, June 5th
I saw Frank again, he kissed me, it was real and I'm scared to death.
"Frank? Nah, it couldn't be." I thought, wondering who it was mom was writing about.
I read on and the mystery grew, with each entry making little more sense than the last, other than mom was obviously infatuated with some guy named Frank and scared that others might find out. I scratched my head and continued my reading, not knowing the answers would come soon.
Wednesday, April 10th