For D.K. - This is a strange story and grew out of a couple of different suggestions. One person suggested I write a story of a boy who seduces his mom and then his sister. This story started there but then morphed into something completely different after I spent an afternoon reading a series of unconnected stories by the same author, stories that all starred a strange heroine named Danielle, an always beautiful girl who invariably is taken against her will but somehow survives. When I resumed writing my story later, my sister suddenly became Danielle and forced me to write what follows. Maybe some day Danielle's creator will write this same story from Danielle's viewpoint…..
WARNING - This story is properly labeled 'Incest' but also includes 'Non Consensual Sex' - so if this offends you please read no further.
It was a typical August day in South Florida, 99 degrees Fahrenheit with 99% humidity, the air so hot and wet it seemed to shimmer in liquid layers above the pavement as my Honda powered up the ramp onto I-95, a first, small step in a 1400 mile quest to find my missing sister Danielle.
'Danielle,' I whispered wistfully to the empty car, an indistinct, still blurry vision of a beautiful twenty year old girl drawing me inexorably northward.
I hadn't even known she was missing twelve months ago, in fact I hadn't even known that I had a sister named Danielle until Mom had let mention a family secret she had kept from me for some eighteen years. I was still angry at her for never letting me know I had a sibling, a baby girl abandoned days after her birth, a child who could have been my childhood companion.
There was only one picture that existed of Dani and Mom, a picture taken just hours after Dani's birth and just minutes before Mom's Doctor and Priest arrived to take the baby away. I had a copy of the picture hanging from the mirror as I drove; a good luck talisman that I hoped would lead me to my sister.
As I drove northward, each hour growing closer to solving this twenty year old mystery, my mind replayed what had led me to today's action…………
Mom and I had arrived in Miami thirteen months ago, in June 1999, I to attend first year at the U, and Mom to start teaching at a girls private high school, 'Miss Ritchie's', English Miami's most exclusive. We were really both fleeing from Dad, a mean drunk whose violence to Mom had finally exploded into recrimination and divorce.
I was born nineteen and a half years ago, on January 2nd 1981, in the small town of Goshen, Indiana, the son of Madeline Scouries and Jimmy Jones, two months after their hastily arranged wedding. Mom was just eighteen when she had me, a young girl who had been seduced by my Dad, a twenty-five year old whose charm and sweet talk masked a mean streak and a propensity for too much alcohol.
I was christened Roderick Scouries Jones and grew up the only child of an unhappy couple in an environment that grew increasingly poisoned as the years passed. Surprisingly in spite of our problems, the family prospered economically, Dad's gift of the gab and selling skills leading eventually to his owning a company that distributed car parts over a six state area.
Mom, who had struggled to get an education in the face of her husband's continued denigration, finally got a degree and taught English at the local high school, and became both an inspiration and a guide for me as I explored the world of knowledge………..
……….I had just turned eighteen years old when I finally got the courage to act, a boy who had been terrified of his violent father for years. He was yelling when I returned home late that cool February evening and as I walked upstairs to my room, I couldn't help but hear him throw Mom against the wall, her cry of pain the final straw to my tortured brain.
He was stunned when I crashed open their bedroom door, Dad standing naked and holding Mom by the throat, his hand ready to strike. "Get the fuck out you little prick!" he snarled, spittle exploding from his mouth.
Letting Mom go and moving toward me, his fists now clenched and his face red with rage, he screamed, "I kill you, you little Momma's boy."
It really only took one blow, an uppercut that connected with all my force into his soft stomach, a blow that put him on the floor gasping for breath, to make me into a man. I suddenly knew that my fear of him had been stupid; I was already bigger and stronger than my suddenly old father.
"Go, just go," I finally screamed at him, "And if you ever hit Mom again I'll kill you."
He saw immediately something in my eyes and retreated warily, understanding instinctively that I was better avoided that night. After grabbing his clothes and keys he moved to the door, his parting comment, "We'll see about this junior. I'll be back."
Mom was on her knees in the corner, one breast hanging bare from her torn nightie and with blood dripping from the cuts on her nose and lip. Rushing to her, I lifted her and took her in my arms, holding her gently as both of us sobbed quietly.
"I sorry Mom, I'm so sorry," I cried. "I should have done that a long time ago."
"It's my fault honey, I should never let him………..it's just he's so strong………..he hurt me Roddy………."
"I love you Mom. He'll never touch you again, I promise, I'll kill him if I have to."
Its strange how one small blow can change the world, but Mom and I changed our whole life that night. Within twenty four hours Mom had ordered new locks for the doors, had seen a lawyer and also got a restraining order against Dad.
They were divorced three months later, in May of my senior year of high school, and the settlement provided a lump sum amount to Mom, a settlement that acknowledged the twenty million plus value of Dad's business.
Mom sold the house immediately and we were packed and on the road to Miami a week after I graduated, both of us wanting to get away from the hate filled face that Dad had turned on us when the Judge ordered him to stay away from his ex-wife and give her half of the families assets.
But it was during those last months before my graduation, as we planned our escape, that Mom and I crossed into forbidden sexual territory, with a physical joining that challenged all the conventional societal norms.
It started so innocently, that night when I threw Dad out of the house, when I took my bleeding Mother in my arms. I carried her to her bed and laid her down after removing the blood stained gown from her body. I washed her bloody and bruised body gently as she lay crying and then finally tucked her naked under her sheets.
"Don't leave me Roddy," she pled as I turned to go, "Please stay with me tonight."
"I won't go Mommy," I promised, and after taking off my top and shorts, joined Mom in the bed, my only covering a pair of white boxers. I held her in my arms as her tears fell softly on my shoulder and chest, caressing her lovingly until they finally slowed and then stopped and her breathing deepened into the rhythms of sleep.
As I watched her sleep that night, her breasts rising and falling softly, lust for my Mothers body was born in my heart, my penis arcing upward in desire for this woman who had borne me. A bedside lamp dimly lit the room, providing ample light for me to examine Mom's body when I stealthily lifted the sheet away from her skin.
She's beautiful, I thought to myself, so, so beautiful. She's prettier than any girl I've dated, I realized, as I touched her rich auburn hair that was curling gently around her face. Her breasts were hanging towards me as she lay on her side facing me; perfect orbs that seemed made to fit into my quivering fingers. I lightly brushed a fat nipple as it sat proudly on its pinkish red circle of skin, and watched as it hardened and lengthened at my soft touch.
I gently pushed her hip away from me, and as she slowly fell on her back, her legs spread widely, her bush of dark curls and her pink insides opened to my view. As I ran a finger along the damp slit, I stroked myself, my penis standing tall through the slot in my shorts. I came soon after, my thick sperm splattering on the stomach and legs of my sleeping Mother.
I cleaned her with my underwear, wiping most of my cum from her body, and then tossed the used boxers aside, and then slept, naked, curled tightly next to her perfect body. She awoke before me and was gone from the bed before I woke, so I don't know what she thought when she found me naked next to her, my fat cock nestled against her, her body still sticky from my seed.
We both stayed home from school the next three days, as I was unwilling to leave Mom alone with her injuries and for fear that Dad might show up anytime, and Mom not wanting to go to school with a black eye and cut lip and also wanting to arrange for a lawyer and plan her future.
Now aware of Mom as a sexual being, I couldn't help but watch her as she moved around the house, continually imagining her and I making passionate love. She was also aware of me in a way she never had been before and as we circled each other over those days there seemed to be an emotional magnetism drawing us inevitably together.
The third day, a Friday night, as we sat in the den watching TV, she asked, "Aren't you going out tonight Roddy? You haven't seen your friends for days."
"I want to stay in Mom."
"I'm OK now Rod, you don't have to worry about me, promise," she added. "Besides, I'm sure Donna is wondering where her man is tonight," a wistful, teasing sound in her voice.
"Donna and I are finished Mom," I said, referring to the girl I had been dating for the last four months.
"But Roddy……….. You and she seemed so good together."
"I don't love her Mom…………. Can I ask you something Mom?"
"Of course Roddy," she answered, as she put an arm around me and hugged me against her, "Anything."
"It's about,……. I don't know,…… you and Dad……..about sex Ma…………and love, girls……………Oh shit, its probably not the time….." I finished lamely.
"Don't be silly. You and I have got to be honest with each other, we're all we have. Now shoot away," she ordered in her school teacher's authoritative voice.
"Did you ever love Dad? I mean when you guys were young. What happened anyway?"
"He was twenty four when I met him, dressed in suit and tie, and I found him handsome and funny," she remembered. "I was sixteen then and believed him the answer to my prayers, a way to escape from my Daddy's rules and regulations. But I never really loved him Rod, and we only got married when I got pregnant with you when I was eighteen. I don't even like sex, I never did," she ended sadly.
"What? Never? You mean you don't like being kissed or cuddled or………geeze,………I mean, I love it Mom."
"How much sex have you had anyway young man?' she demanded but I could sense a grin behind her words.
"Well Mom," I started smiling, "I'm not a virgin and I do like doing it, in fact I think it's my favorite thing in the world."
"Your Dad didn't like kissing Rod. He was never gentle with me, he just pushed me down and ………… Oh God, I shouldn't have told you that," she finished, a tear rolling down her cheek.
"I would have kissed you from morning til night Mom, you're so beautiful, you're prettier than any girl I've ever seen."
"Its too bad you weren't in my class when I was in high school," she said laughing, "Now I think you better give me some details of all these girls you've been having sex with. Did your Dad ever explain about safe sex and aids and treating women correctly?"
"Yeah, right Mom." We talked for another hour that night before Mom finally rose and said she was going to bed. "Night Mom," I whispered and then kissed her on her lips, "We'll be OK as long as we stay together."
Our lips lingered for an extra second, and when our tongues lightly met we both pulled back in surprise, both of us feeling the quick sexual jolt that passed between us. I showered before bed and unable to sleep, was thinking of Mom, of the feelings I had for her when I heard soft sobs coming from her room.
"Mom, Mom are you alright?" I asked as I rushed into her room.
"I'm OK Rod, don't worry, its nothing, go to bed."
"Don't cry Mommy, please don't cry. I love you so much," I pled as I slipped next to her on the bed.
"I know you do Roddy, I love you too, don't worry about me………"
"I mean……. Mommy what I mean is…………. Oh shit………… it's just that I really love you Mommy…………like a man loves a woman," I ended, my naked body now draped against her.
"But Roddy, I'm your Mother…………..we can't ……….its not ……….."
I stopped her protests with my lips, hungrily probing her mouth with my wet tongue, finding and dueling with her now answering mouth. "No Roddy, we can't," escaped from her before I caught her lips again, my hand now finding her firm, ruby tipped breast.
"Touch me," I whispered. "Please Mom," I begged as I directed her reluctant fingers to my rearing hardness. She didn't resist as I guided her hand over its full length, letting her feel my trembling eagerness.
"It's so big," she gasped, "It's much bigger than Daddy's Rod. I'll never be able to ……."
As she continued to protest weakly, I knew she had accepted me, and that she wanted me inside herself as much as I wanted her, that what I had wished for so much was going to happen.
"I love you Mom," I whispered in her ear as I slipped a finger into her already moist channel, that most exquisite of feelings for a man, the feeling only a woman's pussy can provide, when it suctions smoothly onto a finger or cock.
"Oooooooohh,………….ooooooh Rod," Mom moaned as a second finger filled her, Mom squeezing and fondling my balls as she writhed under my touch.
Finally, with my teeth stretching a fat nipple as my tongue circled it, I entered her, my long cock filling every inch of its Mommy.
"Noooooooo, …………..Noooooooo Roddddddddy, …….Its too big,………Ooooooh GOD," she wailed as her hips started to rise to meet each of my deep strokes.
"Unnh………..…. uunnh,………………… unnnnh………………. uunnnnnhhhh……… Roddd …………. uuuunnnnnnhhhhhh......................... uuunnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh," she grunted as she came for the first time in her life, her spewing discharge met by spurt after spurt of my hot seed.
We lay facing each other as we panted recovering, my penis still hard and embedded in Mom as she said, "I never really believed it."
"The books, the magazines, what others said. About how good it could be. I don't think I even believed in a 'Woman's Orgasm', I thought it was a myth," she said laughing, drowning me in her kisses as she talked. "Fuck, I wasted almost twenty years with that guy."
"You got me," I said grinning, and then rolled on top of her and let her feel all of me again.
"And I'm never letting you go," she promised me, her arms and legs snaking around my body, making me a prisoner of her lust. "Fuck me Roddy; fuck your Mommy deep, as hard as you can," she begged, "Make Mommy come, pleasssseeeee…"
Later, I licked and sucked Mom's clitoris, the first time it had ever felt a tongue touch it, and she licked the stickiness from my fat length as I lapped up our combined juices from her cunt. It seemed like an endless night and then weekend, our sexual gymnastics never ending as we explored every fantasy we had ever entertained…………
In the weeks and months that followed, right through the divorce and my graduation and finally our move south to Florida, all our plans and thoughts were based upon finding a way to live together forever.
We got to Miami in late June and within weeks had bought a beautiful house in Coral Gables, close to both the U and Mom's new school, and we soon settled down in the city of sun and palms. And then, in late August, with just a small slip of the tongue, Pandora's Box was opened, and Mom send me off on a quest that I knew I would have to achieve if we were ever to be completely happy again.
It was just a small sentence, spoken as Mom lay under me, the sweat from our coupling bathing us both, "I wish Danielle was here," I heard Mom whisper, almost to herself.
"What? Who?" I asked, not sure I had heard her correctly. "Danielle who? Why?"
"Nothing Rod, nothing," Mom quickly responded, blushing and looking away.
The story came slowly, Mom reluctant to talk at first but as she went on she became more emotional and voluble. "I had another baby Rod," she admitted finally, and then rushed on as I went to interrupt.
"Let me finish Rod. I had a baby eleven months before I had you. A little girl, Danielle. My father and your Dad and our priest, Father Joe, made me give her away, just five hours after she was born. She'd be twenty now."
"But," I finally interjected, "Where is she? Where's my sister? I can't believe it," I said, almost shouting, "I can't fucking believe it."
Mom, crying now, talked on, "I didn't want to give her away Roddy. But they made me, I was only seventeen, they made me sign papers but I didn't want to, I always wanted to find her again.."
"We'll find her Mom," I promised, knowing I'd never rest until I found my only sibling. And so started a year of research, and inquiry, and frustration, a year that had finally culminated in me driving north to Michigan onto the trail of little missing Danielle.
It was also a year that saw the birth of my daughter, a daughter born on May 1st 2000, at the end of Mom's and my first year in the sunshine state. Jacqueline Danielle Scouries is perfect, and I delayed my trip north until she was three months old, finally leaving at the insistence of Mom, who was as eager as I for me to find Danielle………………..
…………….It took me twenty-two hours of driving, my only delay quick stops to gas up, piss and grab a burger, before I drove into Mom's hometown, Goshen, Indiana, a small town of 30,000 close to the Indiana-Michigan border, at seven thirty in the morning on a warm August day. It was a town clearly past its prime, the boarded up windows of every third store on its Main Street a testament to the Wal-Marting of America and the death of small town life.
I had been born here, but Dad and Mom had moved to Fort Wayne soon after and then South Bend later, so this tired old city didn't harbor any happy memories for me as I meandered aimlessly down its streets, looking for a hotel where I could grab a nap before seeking out the man I had come all this way to see.
Doctor Grave's office was still where Mom had described it, an upstairs suite in the building next to the Goshen National Bank. He had actually delivered me, Mom had told me, but due to the adoption Danielle had been born in Michigan, just ten miles away in a clinic whose name Mom couldn't remember and by a doctor whose name had disappeared long ago from her sad memories of the day.
Doctor Graves took care of me all my life," Mom explained, "Even during Dani's pregnancy. But when Dad and Father Joe arranged the adoption it was through someone across the border so I was driven up there to a small clinic where I had the baby. I was only there a day and then Dad brought me back home," she finished.
And it was the fact that we were working in two jurisdictions that had made our research so much harder over the year I had looked. There was no birth certificate in either state for a Danielle Scouries and the adoptions agencies in both states had denied ever having handled her case. We had finally come to the conclusion that Danielle had been adopted in one of those off-the-book transactions and knew our only chance to find her was to start in Goshen with Doctor Graves and work from there.
He was semi retired but was pleased to see me when I called later that afternoon, immediately remembering Mom and my birth.
"You were a big one," he started in his folksy manner, and then added chuckling, "Didn't think I was ever going to get you out."