I climbed out with a sheepish grin and walked up to meet Jeanie's parents. It was easy to see where she got her good looks. Her mother was a small slip of a woman, dressed in a belted, flowery sundress. The hair was still a natural, bright red like her daughter's but with lines of gray showing here and there and while she sported a few wrinkles along the edges of the mouth and eyes, the resemblance between the two was uncanny.They shared the same thick, luxuriant hair, the same bright, green eyes and the same full, rich lips set in a round, soft face. Their heights couldn't have been more than an inch apart and their bodies shared the same lean, fit look. Only the noses and cheek bones were different; Jeanie's mom had a smaller, rounder nose while Jeanie's cheeks were marginally higher than her mother's.As I approached and looked at her father, I saw where Jeanie had come by that nose. Jeanie's father was taller than his wife's 5'6" frame by almost a head. Unlike his wife's slightly
He looked at me with those cloudy, gray-blue eyes and I was startled to see a look of almost surprised contempt on his face. He scowled slightly, looking from me to Rachel, then to Jeanie who was walking with her father into the room and then back to me. Disappointment flitted over his face and then a surly anger settled in. He was definitely NOT happy to see me, though for the life of me I couldn't figure out why."Rachel, Olive, Anderson, this is Jean's friend, Marc," Ellen introduced me. I happened to be looking at Rachel at the time and I saw surprise, fear and then a sullen anger flit over her face in rapid succession before she settled on an obviously artificial smile. It didn't look like she was very happy to see me, either ... and again I couldn't explain why. "Marc, these are Jeanie's sisters Rachel and Olivia and Rachel's ... friend ... Anderson Myers."Rachel's handshake was as cold and distant as the fake smile she had plastered on her face while Anderson did his best to c
I pulled on the sweats I'd set out the night before; I always ran in the morning and was eager to take on the country lanes around the area. Of course, I didn't know the area but I felt sure Ellen or Davis would be able to show me a route or two.I needn't have worried. There was a small manila folder on the floor under my door. When I opened it, it was a printed map with several nearby routes in different colors. The paths were of varying lengths ranging from 3 miles to 10 miles. Jeanie knew me too well; maybe it was time she got a raise.I smiled as I walked down the stairs, looking at the map and trying to decide which route I wanted to take. I was still a bit tired but running always helped wake me as well as clearing my head. It was definitely not a 10 mile day but I didn't feel the 5 mile was out of reach and there was one 5 mile path that could be turned into a 7 mile run if I wanted it.I was brought up short as I reached the kitchen door; the kitchen was off to the left on th
CALM! RELAX! QUIET! I let those sounds fill me. I let the meaning of those sounds suffuse me. Not the fucking meaning you can find in a dictionary; their meaning to ME. I let them anchor me in the storm of emotion going through me. I wrapped them around me, letting them calm me. The black rage that was boiling in the pit of my stomach like bile, seeking a way out, trying to own me yet again. That would not do. I needed this, the center of the storm.I opened my eyes on a world suddenly devoid of color; the greens and browns and yellows and reds fading to differing shades of gray. I listened to my breath, measured it. In. Out. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. I closed my eyes and lifted my face to the sun, just rising over the plains; its tongues of reds and yellows arcing across the sky.I felt myself settle. I felt the control return to me. It had been a close thing. With a deep breath I bottled my rage, my anger, my love, my hate ... all my emotions. As I blew it out, I i
Yes. I had to be honest. I had. Not emotionally, not constructively but my revenge is the only thing that let me get through the past three months without slitting my wrists. I needed this revenge; needed it like I needed air to breathe. I needed for Amber to fully realize all that she'd stolen from me. I needed her to share at least in some small part the pain I'd felt. I couldn't live with anything less.But I was on empty. There was literally nothing left. I had no more of myself to give. I had to let go of something. I couldn't let go of my revenge ... not yet, not now ... but if I continued ... if I kept going ... I was going to end up a shell, filled with nothing but anger and hate.This was it, then. This was the end. I went through my list of contingency plans and all of my thoughts of further revenge and locked them in a small box in my mind. I could leave this as it was; I had to leave this as it was – if not, my anger would take over and I'd be lost. I could live with what
The truth was that we weren't at that point in our relationship. We'd not even dated much less gotten to the point where we could share our sexual history with one another. "When should you have told me? On your resumé? When you invited me down here? On the way down here? When?""I-I-I j-just do-don't want t-t-to be l-like Amb-Amber," she sobbed, hanging her head."The situations aren't even remotely similar," I said soothingly. I slowly led her back to the glider I'd been sitting on and sat her down and then sat next to her. "Amber ... Amber kept me in the dark for all the time I knew her. I told you before ... on the way up here ... I didn't expect her to just come up to me and tell me she was sleeping with her brother. I don't blame her for that. I wouldn't have expected it until we got serious with one another. But we ... you and me ... we haven't even been on a date yet. This ... whatever this is ... it's nothing like what happened between me and Amber.""You ... you don't hate m
"I'm sorry," I said softly. There was such pain in her voice, such sorrow, that I felt any words I used would be inadequate to comfort her.She nodded in acknowledgement. "Moving here was great for dad but not so great for mom," Jeanie said wistfully. "Dad fit right in, but Mom had a really tough time adjusting. They started arguing, yelling at each other. Everything got so tense ... and I couldn't help but think about what had happened to Audrey; what had happened to her parents and then to her. I wondered if history were repeating itself somehow. If whatever had happened in that house had somehow spread here. I wasn't sure I could take my parents getting a divorce.""Dad moved out to the bunkhouse for a bit," there were new tears in her eyes now. "I ... I started getting depressed. I wasn't sleeping because I was having such horrible nightmares. I would cry myself to sleep at night, wake up from a nightmare and cry some more. I hated being in this house, hated being in this town, I
I could hear her moaning my name, could feel her hand on my head, the other gripping the sheet on the bed. I could feel her heat, her breathing, I could feel how wet her pussy was on my fingers and could hear her heart beating against my ear. And when I finally made my sister cum, it was the best feeling in the world...""But we were caught," she said, glancing at me. "Olivia had heard us. She thought I was in trouble, thought I was having another nightmare ... but when she came in, she saw Rachel and I pleasuring each other. She came in and closed the door quietly, but it didn't matter as we likely wouldn't have heard her ... we were in our own world, Rachel coming down from her orgasm and me suckling on her boob in ecstasy.""Olivia joined us in bed after that," Jeanie admitted. "My mom thought it was so cute that she would find the three of us curled up, hugging each other. If she only knew ... or maybe she did know and just didn't say anything. Rach brought Olive along slowly, int
How to re-assure him, though? How could I possibly explain why I'd done what I'd done? How could I show him that I didn't care who Jean slept with – not NOW, at any rate – what I cared about was honesty? What I needed was the truth; not to have my eyes blinded by what I wanted to be but opened to what truly was. How could I explain that the pain and rage I felt wasn't directed at my wife's relationship with her brother but rather that she'd kept it from me, never giving me a chance to form an opinion of it? How could I let him know that the deepest cut of all was that I'd been lured into believing I was finally part of a family, something I desperately wanted with every fiber of my being, only to have it ripped from me in single moment?The bailer was loud, but I was louder. I'm not a person who opens up; I don't share what's inside. Oh, I'll share my life, things that happened, but not how I feel – at least, not easily. Amber had been there, at one time. I'd trusted her enough to let
Because of this," she replied. "Because of how you're feeling right now. Because you can hate yourself for what you did to Michael."Hate myself? I realized she was right. I did hate myself. I should never have involved Michael in this plot. I should have found a way to keep him away from all this. Instead, I'd thrust him into my scheme as just another pawn on my path to revenge.Amber? She deserved everything I could dish out, the cunt. Dave? He deserved everything I could throw at him. Maddy? She wasn't as culpable, but there was enough blame to throw around; she knew about the two of them and let it continue. My soul cankered with the need to lash out at them.Michael? Not so much. He'd done nothing to elicit my wrath except ... be my son. Fall asleep lying on top of me, his little head on my chest, his arms around me, hugging me even in his sleep. Play blocks with me, toss the ball with me, swing on a swing as I pushed him, smile and laugh as I tickled him. No matter that it wasn'
I was still elated as I turned onto Jean's street. I was still looking forward to my revenge, still smiling at the shit that was coming for Amber and Dave. The smile, though, was tempered. I would enjoy this moment, this day. I would enjoy Amber and Dave's coming pain. I would keep true to myself during that enjoyment, though. I would not fall off the edge.I could just make out a figure on the porch as the house came clearer into view. Jean was waiting for me, huddled within the terry cloth of her robe."You'd better come inside," she said quietly as I stood panting before the stairs. There was a seriousness to her words, an intensity that was both strange and familiar. I'd seen Jean like this once before when we'd lost a contract I'd worked hard on."What's up?" I asked, gasping for breath."Just ... come in," she said simply and walked into the house.They were all waiting for me in the living room, the television on, some female reporter blathering on about something. I joined the
Finally, what had started in shocked dismay and gradually changed to disbelief and then rage would at long last be revenged. I tried to force my mind to keep that same distance as when I always ran, to let it float outside of me and think what it wished, but the expectation of what was to come kept intruding and ultimately was too much.The anticipation was like a bubble inside of me trying to rise out. Even as my feet ate up chunks of packed dirt, I was eager to get this behind me. I was eager for the day to commence, to finally see what I had worked for these past few months. I wanted nothing more than to jump into the air and fling myself forward in time to the point where I could finally feel the satisfaction of knowing my plot had worked.I knew I had to wait ... but waiting was killing me. I knew that it was going to be hours before I'd know anything, hours before Amber and her family discovered the things I'd done. I almost laughed at the thought; they'd gone to bed the night b
Don't worry, I'm not going to come between you and Jeanie," she said as we pulled up to the high school. "Just if she's stupid enough to break up with you ... I'm going to be after you. So, keep that in mind." She opened her door and started to close it, then stopped."Did she tell you about the pact?" she smiled at me."Uh ... yeah ... I don't think..." I tried to collect my thoughts into some semblance of order."I thought she would," Olivia smiled impishly. "If it helps, I would definitely put you through to the second round." Then she turned and closed the door and I couldn't help but notice the little wiggle she put into her walk as she walked away.I was still more than a little dazed as I walked in the door. Strangely, I couldn't remember actually driving back and I wondered how I'd gotten here. I turned as I walked in and Jeanie was looking at me strangely."Are you okay?" she asked, her voice betraying her concern. "You look like you've just seen a ghost.""I ... you ... Oliv
We sat there for a while. Five minutes. Ten. I wasn't sure. We sat quietly and I wondered what was going through her mind. Finally, she turned to me."I'd like that, then," she said finally, smiling at me. "The date. I'd like ... do you ... do you think we could go out Wednesday? I want to spend time catching up with my family tonight ... I'm sure they'll drag you into some kind of game night, it's what we do when we're all together, play silly little board games. Tomorrow and Wednesday, I'll be helping my mom bake cookies and bread and pies and cakes and who knows what else for the feast on Thursday ... so I'll be ready for a reprieve Wednesday night ... and we should be pretty done with the baking and stuff then. So ... would Wednesday be okay?""Yeah," I said, smiling at her. I pulled her into a one armed hug. "Wednesday sounds great.""Easy mister," she said, laughing wryly as she pulled away. "Just because we're going on a date doesn't mean you get to be fresh with me." She smile
"I have doubts," I said softly. "Fears. I worry that I'm setting myself up for failure. I worry that this is wrong; that there's no future here. I think, though, that I'll regret it if I don't take a chance. I think you're worth that chance.""I also think you're right," I continued, biting my bottom lip as I searched for what I wanted to say. "I think the pact was just a childish thing – I don't think it can work in the real world. Even if you could over-come the jealousy, I think there'd be so many obstacles and so many people willing to jump on something like that, who would have a vested interest in breaking something like that, that it could never work. Even if you could make it work ... I'm not the right man for that. I'm ... I couldn't ... I don't think I could do something like that. I don't think I'm wired that way. So, if that's what you're looking for...""No!" Jeanie interrupted; then her voice turned softer. "No. It was a childish fantasy. What I mean is ... what about me
. I drank her in, I drank it all. I went mad with the taste of Rachel's divine nectar and I used my tongue as a weapon of pleasure, flicking at the soft nub of her clit and plunging it within her pussy to get up as much of her juices as I could. I did it, though, I managed to get Rachel to cum first ... and her cum set off Olivia riding her face.""Mom and Dad eventually made up," Jeanie continued her story. "We didn't stop, though. We were lying in bed one night, reveling in the afterglow ... I'd ridden Olivia's face to two orgasms and Rachel had done the same. Rachel had also sixty-nined with Olivia, so Olivia got hers as well. We promised each other that we would never be apart. We promised that we would be together forever.""Rachel brought up other boys, though," Jeanie said softly. "She said that she loved what we had, loved what we did to each other, and wanted it to continue for all time ... but that she also loved how a boy felt, how a boy filled her up. She explained it to u
I could hear her moaning my name, could feel her hand on my head, the other gripping the sheet on the bed. I could feel her heat, her breathing, I could feel how wet her pussy was on my fingers and could hear her heart beating against my ear. And when I finally made my sister cum, it was the best feeling in the world...""But we were caught," she said, glancing at me. "Olivia had heard us. She thought I was in trouble, thought I was having another nightmare ... but when she came in, she saw Rachel and I pleasuring each other. She came in and closed the door quietly, but it didn't matter as we likely wouldn't have heard her ... we were in our own world, Rachel coming down from her orgasm and me suckling on her boob in ecstasy.""Olivia joined us in bed after that," Jeanie admitted. "My mom thought it was so cute that she would find the three of us curled up, hugging each other. If she only knew ... or maybe she did know and just didn't say anything. Rach brought Olive along slowly, int