Welcome back for the next installment of "A State of Grace," this being the 7th part. As I warned in the Author's Notes of Part 6, this is going to be dark! This chapter will have instances of non-consent, reluctance, pain, mind-control, and other things that many people will think of as unsavory. That fits, of course, because the people doing these things are also unsavory. For those of you concerned, fear not, because all fictional characters in this chapter that participate in fictional sex acts are at least 18 fictional years of age. For the hall monitors in the audience, please note that this story was submitted in the incest section solely because some of the participants are blood-relatives. If any of the above is something that disturbs you, please do us all a favor and give this story a pass. Why torture yourself? For the rest of you, enjoy!
- CM
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After arriving at Fleur and Elizabeth's house, we all arranged ourselves in the living room. It was a little surreal, sitting here because even though it was the same exact room as it was when we had lived here, our cousin and her wife-to-be had completely redecorated and made space their own.
I sat on their couch, with Kevin to my left and Aunt Lily to my right. Liza sat in Fleur's lap on the loveseat. Jack sat in an old wing chair across from us with Crystal sitting on his lap, her head resting comfortably in the crook of his neck. Rounding out the impromptu gathering was Special Agent Paulson, who stood in the archway to the kitchen. He'd propped himself up against the archway, the eagerness to hear Jack's story was plain for anyone to see.
I sensed Carmen Oreza stir behind me, and I looked back over my shoulder at her, giving her a questioning look. She saw my expression and shrugged. Then she bent down so she could whisper directly into my ear.
"I can't help it, Gracie. I know he's a Fed, and that we should be able to trust him. Despite that, there's just something about him I don't like. It's not logical, it's just a feeling," she said.
Oddly enough, I understood exactly what she meant. I'd never warmed to the man myself. There was something indefinable, some kind of aura about him that was off-putting.
Jack sighed, then, and all the attention in the room focused on him.
"There's no way to ease into this, so I guess I'll just start talking. If anyone needs clarification, just ask and I'll do what I can," he said, prefacing his remarks.
Jack's Story (Jack narrating)
"This isn't going to be easy for you to hear, my dear sister -- or for you, Mom!" I said. "What happened that night, what Dad did, what he made ME do...I've never told another soul!"
I turned to face Crystal.
"I'm afraid when you hear this, you'll not want to have anything else to do with me, and I couldn't bear that! I just found you, I don't want to lose you!"
"You won't lose me, baby!" Crystal said, snuggling close to me. "I'm yours for as long as you want me! As long as you continue to treat my daughter and me with the love and respect that you have up to now! I'm falling for you, big time, John Collins!"
Crystal grinned down at me, then she pretended to swoon. She sighed dramatically, and said in a stage whisper, "I'll never let go, Jack! I'll never let go!"
In spite of my grim mood, I surprised myself by laughing quietly. "Titanic" was the first movie Crystal and I had watched together, and she'd fallen into the habit of quoting lines from the movie at times she deemed apropos. It was one of her many endearing habits. I gently kissed her again, before turning to face the rest of my impromptu audience.
"Alright then, if you're all certain you truly want to hear this, then sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip..."
June 28th, 2003
I was 21 years old -- and you were just 18, Elizabeth. I had my whole life in front of me. I had just finished making love to my soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend, Holly Kowalski. It turned out that tonight had been breakup sex. She'd decided to leave town to attend graduate school instead of staying here at Community College. She didn't want to try a long-distance relationship. I could understand that, but I couldn't deny that it hurt some.
Oh, don't get me wrong: I had known that our relationship -- while loving and tender -- was not a love for the ages. It was fun, energetic, and very sexually satisfying. But, we both knew there weren't any wedding bells in our future. Having said that, I was going to miss her terribly, and it did hurt a little that I'd had so little warning of her departure!
Added to that, I'd just lost my job at the film production plant. It hadn't been the best job in the world, but it paid enough for me to be independent. I had even managed to put a little cash away in the bank! But now, I was sleeping in the spare room at Mom and Dad's place. I hated that for so many reasons, not the least of which was that Dad and I weren't getting along at all.
I guess those thoughts were what distracted me, preventing me from seeing the signs that something wasn't right, as I approached the house on foot. Holly's house was just a little over a mile from mine, and I was in great shape, so I preferred to walk. After all, gas was expensive, even then!
The first clue I picked up on was a large number of cars parked in our driveway, and along the curb in front of the house. Mom and Dad frequently had friends over, but I couldn't remember seeing these many cars at once! Besides, it was a little late to entertain, considering it was a weeknight. I also noted that many of the cars were of a far more expensive variety than one typically saw in this part of town.
Figuring that Dad, at least, would insist on entertaining in the front room, I decided to enter through the back door. It opened into the kitchen, and from there, I could sneak off down the hall to my bedroom without having to deal with my Dad or his snobby friends.
Of course, you know what they say about the best-laid plans of mice and men, right? And so it was with me that night. I stepped into the kitchen and locked the back door behind me. I noticed that all the lights in the kitchen were on. Then I heard the moaning, the grunting, and the muffled screaming coming from other rooms of the house! I looked around the kitchen, and instantly spotted the couple fucking on the kitchen table. It was absolutely disgusting! The man was older and disgustingly obese! When viewed from behind, his ass reminded me of two rounds of dried out cheese that had been left out of the fridge for too long! His back was hairy as a gorilla's!
He was plowing away at a stunningly attractive blonde woman, who looked vaguely familiar. His hideous ass flexed as he pumped away at her.
"Aww, shit, baby girl, Daddy's gonna cum soon!" he cried.
