At two that morning I got a call from the station to get there asap. My ass was dragging, but I got it together and took off. Jena was sleeping, Mac woke enough to ask where I was going then went back to sleep. I got home late, like close to midnight, Monday night. We'd been on loan to another county to help make a bust and by now I was part of the walking dead.
Jena and Mac were asleep in my bed, naked and twisted around each other. It smelled like a French Whorehouse in there. I went to Macs room and crashed. I'd shower in the morning.
When I dragged my ass out of bed around noon on Tuesday Mac was polishing his car, Jena was at work and the house was quiet. I made fresh coffee, took a shower and went out to talk to Mac.
"Hey, there's the family shield bearer. You save the world for us?"
"Just one tiny part of it smart ass. How're you holding up? Jena get the better of you?"
Mac shook his head. "You know I really worry about her some. You wonder what the fuck she was exposed to, if some of Helen's men took advantage of her. It just ain't normal for a woman to fuck like that, or to fuck her dad and brother."
"You weren't turning her down." I sipped my coffee watching him over the rim of my cup.
"I know." He had the good grace to blush. "I go from just wanting to hump the fucking hell out of her to wondering what the hell is wrong with me."
I laughed out loud. "Join the club. That's the other part of my not calling to tell you she was here. I had no idea what I was doing, still don't, and the thought of trying to explain the unexplainable to you.......well....." I trailed off at a loss for words.
"Be right back, that java smells good."
"Here fill this," I handed him my cup. He shook his head and smiled.
We sat outside for a couple hours talking about everything under the sun, no pun intended. It kept coming back to 'how do we approach Jena about her desire to fuck us like there was no tomorrow without insulting her'.
"Let me see if I can get off at noon on Friday. We'll head up to the lake. Old Jim isn't using his cabin this summer and I know it's open. We can fish a little and maybe figure a way to broach the fucking like rabbits subject."
"You think rabbits really fuck that much?"
Mac seemed serious, until I saw that smirk coming on. Truth be told, I'd rather have him around 24/7 than Jena. He's my best friend, confidant and son all rolled into one. I can always find a piece of ass.
We walked into the house with my arm over his shoulder.
Jena waltz in the door at 5:30 with a bottle of wine in her hand. "Hey how are my boys? Lonesome?" She kissed both of us pressing that hot body into ours.
"How about a glass of wine and some hors d'oeuvre?" Jena patted her ass as she asked the question.
Mac and I exchanged a look and knew we were on the same track.
"How about the wine and some conversation first?" I stepped up taking the bottle to open it.
Jena looked a little confused at being turned down for sex but smiled and agreed. I opened the bottle, poured three glasses and we went to the deck to sit in the late afternoon sun.
I got the conversation headed in what I hoped was the right direction by asking about Helen's husbands and boyfriends. Mac tossed in questions about how much time they spent at the house and if Jena sometimes saw things a kid shouldn't see.
The whole thing went on through three glasses of wine, which was the end of the bottle. I mixed hard drinks, giving Jena a little extra shot.
"Helen's a whore. Sorry Daddy, I know she was your wife, and sorry to you too.....Mac", it was almost to where she was forgetting names let alone spilling the beans.
"So she had these men in front of you?" Mac stressed 'had'.
"Fuck yes! Screwed 'em on the couch, in the kitchen, on the hallway floor if she couldn't wait to get to the bedroom. She liked showing off for me, like see how much these men love your mama kinda thing."
"Any of them come after you?" I held my breath waiting for the answer.
"Ha, that's a funny one. Helen was, is I suppose yet, a greedy old bitch. The minute one of those handy boys made eyes at me she grabbed 'em by the cock and lead them out of the room. She wanted them in her cunt, not in mine!" Jena drained her drink. "Got more of this Daddy?"
"Think maybe you've had enough?"
Jena smiled a sly smile, dropped down on all fours and crawled to me. She buried her face in my crotch and tried to bite my balls.
"I never get enough Daddy, you know that. Why don't you guys show me how much you love me? Right here on the deck in the great outdoors in the fresh air." She started stripping off her clothes.
Mac jumped up and stopped her. "Aren't you afraid of being like your mama, the way you like sex?"
Jena looked perplexed; she weaved around with Mac holding on to her waist to keep her upright.
"I'm not like her. I love you." She ran her hand up his neck cupping his face and then into his hair. You're my brother and I love you." She kissed him grinding her crotch into him.
