A Death In The Family 4

Sister Joy and her brother, Jaime Rhode, are brought together by the sudden passing of their mother, Claire Rhode. Alone together for the first time in over twenty years, sister and brother share their grief and also share their stories about their unsatisfying, failing marriages. Joy and Jaime discover that they are very attracted to one another, not in a sibling way. They are drawn together and willing to lay their love and lives on the line for one another.

This story is a work of fiction. All characters are fictitious; however, if incest and kink, along with instances of anal sex, are something that you have little or no interest in, perhaps another story would be more suitable. Thank you.

A Death In The Family

Sometimes, we store things inside our minds--those moments in life that excited us and also might have made us afraid--afraid of our secret thoughts and forbidden desires.

Jaime was two years older than his sister Joy.

Growing up with a strict mother, Joy and Jaime were close. Claire Rhode was a widow and very old-fashioned in her beliefs, so the old saying goes, "Spare the rod, spoil the child," was the gospel truth in her eyes. Claire was a loving mother--strict but loving.

It took Claire's passing to bring Joy and Jaime together. They would discover that their true feelings about one another were more profound and intimate and had never been revealed until now.

Jaime had just finished loading his work truck when his phone rang. He saw his sister's face and number: "Hey, Joy, how are you?"

"Jaime, mom's gone; she had a fatal heart attack early this morning!" Jaime heard his sister softly sobbing.

Jaime looked out the parking lot and saw people going about their day. He said, "Joy, sweetheart, I am so sorry. I will come down there. Where are you now?"

Joy sighed, "I'm at home, Jaime. Dillon is off somewhere for work. The asshole isn't answering his phone. I... I thought you and I could meet at Mother's house. We can stay together and care for things that need to be done. Is that alright with you?"

Jaime felt his knees beginning to buckle, and he leaned against his truck, "Yeah, sure, kitten. Whatever you want, I will probably come down alone. Shelly, well, Shelly is out on cloud nine lately or some shit. We're like a couple of fucking strangers lately. I think a break from each other would be good for us."

Joy said, "Oh Jaime, I am so sorry; we are both in the same boat. I will be coming by myself also; I don't want to bring Sluggo with me; he is nothing but a pain in the ass, anyways. He is pretty useless lately. I don't know what crawled up his ass, either. But, fuck our spouses, who need them. Shit, I think that my husband and your wife would be a perfect couple. Jaime, so would we; I'm just kidding with you, bro. But I want us to spend time together, just you and me, okay?"

Jaime chuckled, "Sure, baby, just you and me it is. Okay, I will go home, pack my bags, and hit the road. I will see you in about four hours or so, okay?"

Joy sobbed, "Bro, I can't believe she is gone, Jaime. I will see you soon, meet you at Mom's, and I love you."

"I love ya too, baby. I will get going; see you soon, Joy."

Shelly Rhode shrugged and pouted, "I can't come with you, Jaime; I am very busy at work. Carmen needs me; we are just so busy, Jaime."

Jaime snorted, "No worries, Shelly. Stay home; I will be fine. I think a little time away from each other will benefit both of us, Okay? It's fine, no worries, you stay home."

Shelly looked at Jaime, "What is that stuff about we need a break from each other supposed to mean? Do we need a break from each other?"

Jaime shrugged, "It has been kind of a powder keg around here lately. It's like either one of us seems ready to blow our stacks. Just stay home, Shelly. It is probably for the best; Joy and I need to do this, not you. My sister and I will be just fine."

Jaime was on the outskirts of his town; he didn't know what was happening with his wife. Everything was Carmen this or Carmen that. Carmen was a looker, though; there was no denying that. Seeing how Shelly wouldn't give him a piece of ass, Jaime wouldn't mind sinking his cock in Carmen's pussy. Let Shelly fucking watch for all he cared.

It was a long, solitary ride, and Jaime's mind was filled with so many memories, good and bad. Even those memories of his mother's beautiful, but yet stern face as she watched him bare his ass for that almost weekly bare bottom adjustment spanking for his moral soul. Jaime shook his head and thought about those strict days. He wished he that he was about to get a good rump roasting once again from his mother. Jaime both missed those spankings, and he could really use one right now because he felt lost, he needed female intervention and guidance. It's funny how your outlook on these types of things changes.

Jaime even asked his wife if she wanted to take him to task, spank his bare bottom. Shelly's face was priceless, she was taken aback for sure. She maybe considered it for a moment or two, but nah, I'm not interested, it seems kinky, Jaime. No interest was given there, and neither was any encouragement afterward either. What a surprise, my wife the suddenly prudish and proper lady, no fuckee, no suckee, hardly ever anymore. How does that fucking happen, Jaime thought to himself sarcastically.

Jaime thought that Shelly might show a spark of interest in spanking his ass. What wife wouldn't want a crack at her husband's bare ass with a hairbrush or paddle? She always seemed irritated or bothered about something. But no, nothing doing, she felt it was a perversion of sorts, not for my prim and proper wife, oh no. So he stopped even bringing it up. What the fuck are ya going to do? She's turned into a fucking icebox! Jaime didn't want to become crabby and pissed off, so he dropped the negative thoughts that he had swirling around in his head. But he perked up once he saw his old familiar surroundings, and then he saw the sign.

"Genesee Depot, population 2246, Home of the Rebels."

Jaime was home; he and his little sister, Joy, would get to catch up, thank god!. Joy was a perfect sibling; they were often at times always alone, and arguments were very rare, hardly ever. Jaime blushed as he thought about all of those bare-bottom spankings that Joy had witnessed him getting from their mother. Jaime saw her getting a few, also. Joy had an incredible ass to go along with her cute face and long blonde hair. God, he couldn't wait to see her.

Growing up, in Genesee Depot, a quiet little town with a nice school system. The boys played football and baseball, and the girls played volleyball and tried out for cheerleading. I have happy thoughts now, even in the sadness of his mother's passing.

Jaime smiled when he passed the old Wayside Hotel. The old wood and iron benches out in front of the hotel still supported the asses of the older men that were sitting there and batting the breeze. There probably wasn't a better place to sit and chew the fat as you watch the world go by.

Ace Hardware was directly across the street. Sam Wells, the proprietor, was outside in the doorway, taking a peek outside. Sam Wells had to be the most intelligent and knowledgeable man in town, except for maybe the barkeeper, Robert Rowley. Robert could give Sam a run for his money about knowledgeable and handy subjects; Jaime smiled. Whenever he came home, it gave him a warm feeling inside, comforting, he guessed.

Jaime pulled over before Rowley's Tabernacle, the town's largest tavern. Robert Rowley named the bar Tabernacle because of the large framed stained glass window in front of it. Much to the chagrin of the town's holy rollers, but it was a gathering place. Rowley would enlighten your soul with wisdom, cold beer, and whiskey. For the hung-over folks and early birds, Looney Tunes's cartoons or The Three Stooges were on the television for shit's and giggle's entertainment.

Jamie parked his Dodge Ram truck and sighed, "I could use a fucking beer." At forty-three years old and his forty-fourth birthday coming tomorrow, Jaime was relatively physically fit at six foot two; and about one hundred and ninety pounds. He had golden brown eyes and his hair was a getting a little shaggy, along with his now present five-o-clock shadow. Jaime was a Carpenter by trade and kept himself active. He stepped out of his truck and entered Rowley's Tabernacle Bar. The bar was pretty quiet at this time of day, but what a welcome sight it was for Jaime.

The mahogany antique bar with brass footrails and the ornate carved wooden shelves that framed etched mirrors were still impressive to look at. The warm lights behind and around the various liquor bottles, setting off a warm glow, made Rowley's bar very welcoming. That, and along with the welcoming, cheerful face of one, Robert Rowley, "Hey, asshole, it's about time that you stopped by. How the hell are you?"

Even Robert Rowley's friendly greeting made Jaime smirk, "Ha, asshole, how the hell are you, Robert?"

Robert grinned and shrugged, "I've been so good lately, that I can't stand myself," Rowley set a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon down on the bar, "I believe that this is what you are usually on."

Taking a seat, Jaime nodded, "Well, thank you, sir."

Rowley snorted, "Sir, my ass, sorry to hear about your mother, Jaime. She was quite a woman, but she was set in her ways. But I've got to tell you this, it surprised the shit out of me. You know Jaime, Claire, well, she used to come in here for an occasional drink."

Jaime almost spits out his first swig of beer, "The hell you say. My mother, sitting here, in this bar?"

Rowley shrugged, then squinted at Jaime, "Why, is something wrong with my fine establishment?" Rowley grinned, "I know, it is shocking, Jaime. But I am telling you the gospel truth. I know that I was floored when she walked through that door. Hell, I thought that maybe I overdid it by drinking scotch or something. She was all dressed up to the nines; she looked kinda wonderful when she let her hair down."

Jaime grinned; once she quit scowling about minor and insignificant things, his mother was a pretty woman. Jaime snorted, "Really, she came into this bar?" Jaime shook his head as he chuckled, "Well, I'll be damned. I remember when she gave me all kinds of hell for sitting in a bar. I guess that an old dog can learn new tricks. Next, you'll tell me that she left here with a man on her arm."

Rowley faintly smiled, "Well, she came in with a gentleman named Raymond sometimes. I can't recall the last name, though."

Jaimie laughed, "Oh, my god! That's crazy, my mother in a bar with a man." Jaime recalled the bare-bottom paddling and strapping his mother gave him. Her lessons applied to his bare ass for the evils of drinking, that is, until he was old enough. And there was a matter of her ideas about him driving after drinking as a teenager and even sometimes as a young man. Claire Rhode would have Jaime undress and report to her for a sound spanking. Sometimes, even when his younger sister, Joy, was there to witness his very embarrassing punishment.

Of course, Jaime saw Joy get her bare rump roasted, but he was usually in the corner after their mother spanked him. Once her boobs started to become noticeable and her pubic patch started sprouting hair, Mrs. Rhode began spanking Joy in the privacy of Joy's bedroom.

Jaime frowned, "Damn, I wonder who the hell Raymond is. Well, I suppose even my mother needed a good shagging occasionally. I wonder why she kept it a secret. When was the last time the two of them were here?"

Rowley thought momentarily, "The last time was probably about a couple of months ago, something like that."

Jaime shook his head and sighed, "Ah, well, good for her. Join me for a drink; what'll you have?"

Rowley poured himself a scotch, "Damn good idea that you had there!"

"Salute, my friend." Jaime took a drink and wondered who this guy, Raymond, was; Jaime knew that his mother was a control freak. Jaime couldn't help but wonder if Raymond was familiar with the backside of his mother's wooden hairbrush. He often wondered why his mother usually always retreated to her bedroom after she spanked him. Was my mother taking care of herself after disciplining me? Did giving me those bare naked, ass-whippings arouse her?

Jaime finished his beer and had another as he cathched up with Rowley for a bit longer. He warned Rowley, " Well, I should get my ass going, Joy and I have to go to the hospital and contact the funeral home. God, I am not looking forward to this, either."

Rowley nodded, "Alright, Jaime, I know that it is always said, but seriously, if you need anything, you can let me know, Capiche."

"Thank you, Robert; I know that you mean it. I will be back later, probably with reinforcements. Joy will want to stop by and have a couple. See ya later!"

Rowley laughed, "Thanks for the warning, Jaime. I would like to see her. Bring her with you next time."

Jaime drove through his hometown, headed down the rural road about a mile, and turned into the driveway of his mother's house--the house where so many memories occupied his mind on the drive to Genesee Depot. Jaime looked at the familiar white two-story house with green shutters and a long wrap-around porch. Even on this sad occasion, it was good to return home and see his sister, Joy, again. They only got together twice a year and on holidays with their families. Gloria always seemed happy to see Joy and Jaimie and their families.

Joy stood up from her seat on the porch swing and waved at Jaime. Jaime pulled up next to Joy's Tahoe. Jaime hurriedly exited the truck and met Joy on the front lawn. Joy looked beautiful, even through her sadness.

Joy liked to have her blonde hair tied back and in a ponytail; it was always attractive and had a wholesome, innocent look. She always seemed to look sexy as fuck, even if she had curlers in her hair. Her five-foot-ten body looked terrific in her snug blue jeans and light blue sweater. Joy's melons bounced as she strode towards Jaime. Joy smiled and said, "Jaime, it is so good to see you!"

Jaime took Joy in his arms and hugged Joy tightly, "Hi baby, are you alright?" Jaime felt his sister's body mold into his embracing hug. They held each other, and then Joy kissed Jaime's lips, "God, I have missed you, big brother," Joy looked almost sternly at him, it reminded him of his mother's trait, "Why are you so late?"

Jaime sheepishly sighed, "I stopped off at the Tabernacle. I needed a drink. I'm sorry."

Joy swatted Jaime's bottom a few times; it wasn't love taps either, "You could have stopped here first and picked me up, you naughty boy!"

Jaime held Joy tighter and chuckled, "Alright, Momma. I am sorry, Joy. You're right, I should have."

Joy swatted Jaime on his butt a couple of more times, making Jaime grunt, "Ahh... Oww... Fuck, you smack harder than Mom used to!" He pushed his crotch into Joy's belly. Jaime was starting to get a hard-on as he held his younger sister. Jaime asked, "Have you been inside of the house yet?"

Joy pulled Jaime tightly against her with her hand on his lower back and the other gripping his ass. Jaime was surprised by Joy's actions. She never held him like this, ever, not so intimately. Joy leaned back and shook her head, "Fuck no, I couldn't... It just seems so creepy, Mom dying in the house. I needed to wait for you. She collapsed right in the living room after dialing 911."

Joy narrowed her eyes and slapped Jaime's ass a couple more times, "You, big brother, letting your baby sister wait alone while you are off at Rowley's drinking a beer. You're still a naughty boy; now I know my mother spanked this bare butt so often.

Jaime thought about Joy making him bare his bottom, and it excited him a lot. Jaime secretly hoped that Joy would make him do it! He giggled and then said, "My ass is yours to tame and straighten out, Joy."

Joy swatted him several times as they stood out in the silent front yard. Joy laughed, "You better be careful about what you wish for. I bet Mom's strap, hairbrush, and paddle still hang in the house somewhere."

Jaime laughed, "I reckon that you are right about that. Well, tomorrow is my birthday, Joy. We know what birthday boys and girls get on their special day." Jaime looked up at the house, "Shall we go in?"

Joy shivered and shook for a couple of seconds, her eyes tearing up again, she nodded, "Sure, might as well. Come on, let's go in." Joy took Jaime's hand as they walked up the stairs and onto the porch.

Jaime unlocked the door and slowly pushed it open. The squeaking door sounded loud and creepy in the otherwise silent house. Joy's hand squeezed Jaime's hand tightly as she groaned when they entered the living room.

Joy softly said, "Oh god," She looked down at the floor, "Jaime, this must be where...It must have been here; Mom died right here. Right here, Jaime."

Jaime turned to Joy, taking her in his arms as Joy began to cry. He held Joy, his hands around her lower back, as Joy clung to him. Her body jerked as she cried. Jaime kissed her cheek, tasting Joy's tears. "Joy, honey, it's going to be alright. We will get through this." Joy's emerald-green teary eyes looked sadly at Jaime.

Jaime brushed his lips over his sister's, and he nodded, "Joy, sweetheart, together we will get through this. I swear that we will."

Joy stared at Jaime, her bottom lip quivering, "Kiss me again, Jaime, please. God, I need someone to comfort me. Oh, Jaime, I want you to comfort me, please."

Jaime tilted his head as Joy's lips met his; this time, it was not a sibling kiss. It started innocently enough, but now it was becoming passionate. Jaime let his hands slide slowly down Joy's back; he didn't stop until he was holding Joy's ass. Joy had a beautiful ass; Jaime silently wished that Joy was naked; he could imagine how her beautiful ass would feel under his hands. Joy opened, lowered her hands, and then clasped Jaime's buns.

Joy opened her mouth, and her tongue searched for Jaime's. They continued their passionate kiss for several moments until Jaime suddenly stopped. He released his hold on his sister's bottom. Joy looked puzzled at Jaime. Jaime looked at Joy and blurted out, "I am sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you like that, feeling up your ass, Joy, I'm sorry!"

Joy looked uncertainly at her brother. she wantonly smiled and nodded her head,"Jaime, it's alright, really it is. It's alright." Joy's face looked desperate for attention, "I needed that. I wanted you to kiss me like that. I thought about you, and I...like this as I sat on the porch, waiting for you. It's okay, it is!"

Joy looked troubled, very sad in a lonely way, and vulnerable. She stepped towards Jaime and said, "Please, just hold me, Jaime. I feel safe and comfortable right now, here in your arms."

Jaime was almost fully erect; he didn't know what had come over him, and Joy also. Jaime's wife Shelley has become so prudish and such a cold fish. Christ Almighty, they never hardly even have sex of any kind anymore, andJaime was starving for intimate attention, same as Joy obviously was. She didn't even offer to accompany him on this trip back home. Their daughter, Maureen was off at college halfway across the country.

Jaime couldn't stand to see his sister Joy's sad look; he took Joy back in his arms and held her tightly. Joy sighed, "This feels so good, Jaime. Dillon never holds me anymore; Joy's face became angry, she growled with frustration, "Fuck, Dillon Nelson, the bastard never has time for me, or anything, anymore!"

At the very exact moment that Jaime was holding his sister, Joy...

Shelly Rhode had just gotten off of her female boss's lap. She had tears running down her cheeks, and she started rubbing her reddened, bare bottom. She looked at her boss, who smirked, "That's for abandoning your husband at this critical time."