COMMENT FOR THE READERS
At first, I was going to call this an 'explanation for the readers, then it was pointed out to me that I do not owe anyone an explanation for anything. Especially on here. I do still feel bad about just dropping the other story without a word or any type of acknowledgement. There are some of you that have been so kind with comments and sent emails asking about and encouraging me to continue to write the story and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I make no promises as far as the other story goes but I have decided to start a new one. More on that in a moment. First, I would like to share with you the reasons behind my disappearance and hopefully you will understand why continuing to write the other story may not happen for a while. I'm still at odds with it all and wrestling with the idea in my head. Christ, more therapy, but yay, more hot fucking therapist. Even in a crisis my addiction rules me most of the time. Most of the time, but not when it comes to the other story. Or at least not right now. Let me explain as best I can but know this. I will be giving you the 'not shortest version', but the 'shorter version' of the long, long, story that has been my (our) life as of late.
September 2024 was my last posting of chapter 14 of 'Our Family Adventure'. I admit that I was going through a thought process of rather to continue or ending the story based on some things said and the fear of legal proceedings against me and my family. Well, that all came to pass, and I was ready to get back to work on chapter 15. But mother nature had another idea. If you remember, September 2024 was also when Hurricane Helene hit Florida and caused all the flooding in North Carolina. -- Let me say here, that no, we are not in Florida or North Carolina, and I am in no way trying to compare what happened in our family to what the people in Florida or North Carolina went through. Or anywhere else for that matter. People tend to forget though that other places were affected as well and although there might not have been as many deaths reported that the deaths that did occur still affected the families that delt with them. With that said, I will still not give our exact location but as I said before we do live in coal country. We are in the Appalachian Mountains and where we are located there is a creek that runs behind our house that winds down the hillside right beside our business. I don't want to have to explain it all again here but for those of you that have read my other story you should by now have a decent vision in your head of how our land is laid out. I have given ya all enough clues to that.
We were affected by the rain and flooding and our business was fairly well wiped out. Not the business itself of course but we lost many pieces of equipment and two good size buildings. We have been facing the clean-up and the insurance company and all the normal things that everyone goes through. With all that going on, there was just no time really to write. Then my life changed. My husband, who you know as John and my father were dismantling a building that was severely damaged but was still standing. They were on the roof at the time taking off metal sheets when it happened. We don't know why exactly, but something caused the roof to cave in completely and my father fell to his death. Not just fall and die but he fell and landed on some other debris and was impaled through the chest damn near cutting him in half. I don't write this for effect. I am writing this because I want you to understand why and how I was affected by this. I'm not going to get back into the whole of what is true or not true when it comes to my family history and sexual lifestyle. Regardless to say, my father and I were very close no matter what went on between us. His passing has been very hard on me, and I have almost given up at times over the past few months.
BTW, John was fine and did not fall. He did come get me and told me to stay put but I was not one to listen and went down there anyway. Trust me when I tell you this ladies. When your husband tells you, you don't want to see something. Don't look. I will never get that out of my mind.
Now, I know some of you are thinking, yeah, well, everyone dies at some point, and we have all lost family or whatever it is that the non-compassionate types like to say. And for the most part I agree with you. There are times that I wonder if I'm not a sociopath or even a psychopath as I find it difficult at times to find empathy for those not in my circle, I consider family. But here's the deal as it comes to the story.
If you've read it from the beginning and were paying attention, then you know that chapter 15 was going to introduce my mother and father and Aunt Reeny. In chapter 14 it was the same day that they were driving in from the airport after staying the night in a hotel. My notes for the chapter are filled with all the things that is, was, my father. That first day they got home was filled with joy and laughter and yes, loving each other as we know how to do. I find it hard now to write about it all without breaking down. Ashley suggested I just leave that part out but then I feel the story would be incomplete and my father and mother were such an important part of our lives and what transpired back then. --- Again, remember the story at this moment happened two, almost three years ago now. I just don't feel I can just leave it out but until I can find a way to get past how I feel when I think of my father, I cannot write about him in that matter. No matter how it made me feel back then.
My mother is still a mess and I'm not sure if she will ever be the same. Thankfully she did not see what I saw and thankfully she did not see him after. He was cremated and never viewed. My mom does not engage in activities with us any longer. Take that to mean what you want but basically, we have lost her as well as all she does is stay in her room or sits in front of the tv. We are working on her, but her mind has shut down with my father no longer around.
Reeny is a very strong woman, but her and my father shared a connection that my mother was always aware of and okay with, but this tore her up as well. Reeny couldn't handle living with us any longer and moved back to Oregon. So, she is still alive, but we all feel like we have lost her as well.
As far as Adam and Ashley go, they are doing well and have adjusted to not having their grandfather around. Ashley took it hard as they had really bonded and shared a lot together over the years. Let's just say, she lost more than just her grandfather.
One death but three lost to the family. We are hoping to get mom and Reeny back but it's going to take time. Same with me continuing that story. It will take time. How much? I do not know. But for now, hopefully you will find this one just as good. Let me tell you how this came about.
Before dad's accident John and I had a run in with a couple that we used to swing with back in the day. We got together for drinks a few days later and the subject of incest came up. I swear neither I nor John mentioned a word as we are very guarded when it comes to such a taboo topic. (wink) This woman, we will call her Ann got quite tipsy and started telling us this story of how her and her uncle had been in an incestuous relationship for years and how she had moved in with him and his wife and became their sex slave. Now, I still don't know for certain if anything she said was true or if she was just talking sexually to try and spice up the night. Which was not necessary as we had already agreed that we wanted to sleep with them again. And of course, one thing led to another and we four ended up in bed together fucking. Here is the interesting part. After we were done with the activities and the alcohol had worn off, Ann was still talking about this relationship she had with her uncle. It was such a fascinating tale that I couldn't get it out of my mind.
We of course told Adam and Ashley and the others about it, which led to this and that and the tale kept getting brought up from time to time, always with the same outcome.
After my father's accident and time had gone by, I found myself in the situation I described above with not being able to move forward with the other story. Everyone tried to help but nothing worked. Ashley was the one that suggested I write something different for a while and that I should write Ann's story. She said she knew I loved to write and that it always calmed me and kept me focused while doing so that I should try and write something at least.
I contacted Ann and asked her permission to write her story. Of course, not using her real name or anything that could come back to her. I told her it was just a hobby and that I was fascinated with the story. She agreed and here we are.
I have decided that I am going to write the story as if Ann is telling it to you, the readers. I will be taking certain liberties to make it more exciting and flow in a better way. I do not know how many chapters or how long each chapter will be but at least it is something for now.
I welcome your comments and feedback on this story as I did the other. I hope it fills that need and scratches that inch that some of you say you have for the other story. Who knows, maybe it will help me get past and deal with my own demons to get back to the original story. Or maybe it lets me know that you like something different as well and I'll find other stories to write about. Either way or not at all I hope you enjoy this story as much as my family likes it. Let's get started.
Ann's Story
