****Note****
My apologies, I have changed the story around a bit, including chapter 1. I just wrote and posted it, before I completed the story, so when I was finished, some shit in Chapter 1 had to be changed, coz it was out of alignment. And I didn't like it anymore, coz it was kind of shoddy. I know it's a bit of bother to have to re-read it, but please do, otherwise some stuff wont make sense, and its worth it.
This was just a fun project to start off with, but I am a perfectionist, so this hobby story ended up taking a lot of time (from my holiday)
Basically, this is not a story with some fucking, Its some fucking with a story.
If you don't like the fucking and are just interested in the story, just read the first and last chapters of Pt 2 to Pt 6
I hope you like it anyway.
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(Wassup Ms Mcdermott ha ha ha ha)
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Chapter 1
(recap)
The door slid slowly open. Even before Mel saw the bitch, the pungent smell of weed hit her nostrils. Well, this bitch was gonna come down from her high real fast.
The tall, slim blonde was wrapped in a hastily thrown on, short gown. Her hair was disheveled and damp, her pale face drenched in sweat.
Mel's fist was just starting to rocket at her head.
She jumped in shock as she saw her. Mel's jaw dropped, so did her fist.
"Oh fucking hell!!! Patricia!!!" Mel exclaimed at her elder sister in utter disbelief. Her senses reeled, and the world turned upside down. She held on to the door for support, otherwise she would have just fallen over and fainted.
"Mel!!!" Trish gasped, face going a deathly pale, as if she had seen a ghost. She started to totter, as if Mel had really struck her.
Mel heard a gasp from inside the room. There was a flurry of movement, like someone getting up suddenly, and trying to run for it. Mel tried to enter the room. Trish tried to desperately block her and push her back. Mel growled like an animal and sent her flying to the carpet with one mighty shove.
The other woman had nearly made it into the bathroom.
"Oh h-a-a-a-a-a-i-l (hell)!!!!" Mel howled. "Momma!!!"
Mel tottered to a couch and dropped on her ass like a sack of potatoes. She lay back, a hand on her forehead, trying to soothe her poor head. It was like she had a troupe of African Bongo Players just banging away in there.
"Oh no!!!" Mel put her other arm around her belly and moaned weakly, as her mother slowly closed the bathroom door and turned to face her daughter.
Val was dressed in a short, skimpy gown, which had parted open in her haste. Mel looked at her mom's cunt for the first time in years. She had a lush, dark red bush, and she was sopped with cumm. Her son in law's cumm. She even had some on her inner thighs.
"Ugh!!!!!!!!" Mel groaned, simply, absolutely fucking disgusted. Her 45 year old mom blushed and hastily closed the gown.
"Somebody please slap me and wake me up out of this dreadful nightmare. Momma! This is not happening, is it?" she wailed softly as tears welled up into Mel's eyes.
"Mel! Its not what you think," Valeria started softly. "There is an explanation to all this..."
"Shut the fuck up!" she said in a weak rasp, too shocked to even manage a decent sneer. "Call Edi and tell him to come the fuck back! And pass me a fucking joint Trish!"
They both stood there, her sis and mom, wringing their hands uncomfortably.
Mel became incensed. "Give me a fucking joint and call my fucking husband and tell him to get his black ass right here, right fucking now," she shouted hysterically.
They rushed to obey. Though Trish was two years older, Mel had started kicking her skinny ass at the age of 4. And well, though her mom was tall, busty and strong as an ox, when she had tried to whup Mel's ass, a day after her fourteenth birthday, suffice to say, that was the last time she ever tried it. Her dad, a big, strong, former college football player, had stopped trying to manhandle her at the age of sixteen. The two women obviously had a lil fear for Mel.
As Trish handed her a joint, Val picked up her cell phone and called up Edi. She cleared her throat and spoke in a trembling voice.
"Hallo Edi, this is Valeria... Eh, Mel is here, and I think it would be best if you came back. No Edi, its not a joke. She really is here. Please..."
Incensed, Mel snatched the cell phone and growled, "Edi, come back here right fucking now!"
"Talk to your moms and sis, they'll explain everything," he said, with no remorse at all in his voice.
"Edi, get your fucking black African ass over here right now!"
"Yeah right! I aint fucking suicidal," he replied, not sounding concerned.
"Then I will fucking come kill your ass at Jack's or at home!" My voice was trembling with barely contained rage.
"Calm down Mel, its all your fucking fault anyway!"
"My fault! That you fucked my Mom and my Sis!"
"Yeah, all this shit is like your chickens coming home to roost," he laughed.
Mel suddenly just saw red, and started shouting, cussing him out, using every insult that has ever been used on a black man, and she knew quite a few. To hear her, you would have thought she was the Grand Dragon of Mississippi high on cocaine and having a choleric fit.
At one point, her mother chided her, saying "I know you are angry Melanie, but I will not have you using such vile words."
Mel tried to kick her with her steel capped boots, but Val jumped nimbly out of reach. Oh boy did she cuss Edi out.
But, suddenly, Mel realized she was talking to herself. He had hung up on her. She tried to call him again, but he had switched his phone off.
She threw herself on the bed where her husband had just been fucking her mother and her sister and sobbed hysterically. Her mom and sis came to her, and put their arms around her. She in their arms and cried like a baby for an eternity. Family is family.
Chapter 2
After showering, Valeria came out of the bathroom, her hair neatly combed, face lightly made up. She was now dressed in a fresh, white shirt tucked into a knee length, pleated black skirt and shoes. She noticed with relief that her daughters had not tried to kill each other in her absence.
Val could have passed for a woman in her mid thirties. She was almost a spitting image of Mel. They had the same round, good natured faces, big, hazel eyes with lush, bushy lashes, the tall athletic bodies and the thick, onion shaped bottoms. Character wise, Val was as good humored, emotional, red blooded and impulsive as her daughter.
Val had expected Mel to continue screaming, ranting and raving. But Mel only looked at her and Trish, her elder daughter like they were disgusting. Val could understand Mel. But if she had the chance to go back in time, Valeria would do it again.
Val stole a look at her younger daughter, who was smoking a fat joint, and drinking a beer. Two empty bottles lay discarded at her feet. She seemed on her way to being tipsy and high.
