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Author's Note
I was undecided under which category to post this one. It could have been Romance were it not for the incest content. Rather than post it there with an incest tag, I decided to post it here. That being the case, please bear in mind this is a slow-burn, one-chapter story.
Having said that, it does heat up!
Usual caveats apply. Sexual activity is with age eighteen or over individuals. Any similarity to real life people, places etc. are pure coincidence.
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The event that changed everything took place when some trees had unfurled their bright green flags. Other trees had slumbered on a little longer, their leaf buds still tightly wrapped.
Spring bulbs had pushed their shoots above the warming soil, like the beaks of chicks breaking out of their shells. The morning sun cast shadows from an armada of white clouds scudding across an otherwise clear blue sky.
Alan West stood in his front garden, uplifted by the changing season. The returning warmth of the sun felt good on his face. His eyes followed the shadows of the passing clouds racing down the street and then careening over the green fields.
He felt alive, and happy to be alive. He'd made love with his beautiful wife Marie earlier that morning. It was soft and tender to begin with. As their ardour increased, it became visceral. He was glad that after thirty-six years of marriage their flame still burned bright.
Alan was 6'4, heavy-set, and only slightly overweight. He had brown eyes and silver hair. Having decided to do some gardening, he was about to re-fill his lawnmower with fuel. He looked up when he heard the front door of the house open and close. Marie came hurrying towards him glancing at her watch. Their lust had made her late.
She was medium build with light brown hair and a very pretty face. She was wearing white jeans, white denim jacket and a light blue angora jumper.
After kissing him on the cheek she said, "I'm off now, we'll probably have lunch in town. I think I'll be back sometime mid-afternoon. If your mum calls you to ask where I am, tell her I'm on my way."
She jogged over to her car and unlocked it. Then she threw her handbag on the back seat and drove off. Marie was taking his mother Angela shopping for new summer clothes.
He mowed the lawn, trying to make perfect stripes, but not quite succeeding. Then he trimmed the edges. He'd almost finished pruning his roses when a police car pulled up on the opposite side of the street. The officer got out of the car and donned his cap.
Hmm, where's he going? Oh, what now? He's coming here.
Alan put the secateurs in his jacket pocket, took off his gardening gloves and walked to meet him, "Hello, can I help you?"
"Good morning sir, does Marie West or Angela Marsh live here?" PC Mike Morton asked, reading the names from his notebook.
Alan's stomach hit the floor. All the colour drained out of the day, as did the colour in his face. Everything now felt grey and ominous, "Marie's my wife, yes she lives here, Angela's my mother. Where are they? What's happened? Why are you here?"
"Can we go inside please sir?"
"Er, of course yes." Alan was dreading the worst.
He led the way into the house and into the lounge; not bothering to remove his muddy boots. PC Morton removed his cap.
"Please, sit down." said Alan, gesturing to a chair.
PC Morton sat down and cut to the chase, "I'm very sorry to inform you that there has been a serious road traffic collision involving a car registered to your wife. The driver and a passenger both died at the scene."
"No! That's not possible, they couldn't have, are you sure it's them?"
"Not yet sir, that's one of the reasons I'm here. The registered keeper of the car tallies with your wife's driving licence retrieved from a handbag in the car. Your mother's bus pass was in another handbag. Can you tell me what clothes your wife and mother were wearing?"
"Er, Marie was wearing white denim trousers and jacket, I think her jumper was blue. I don't know about my mum I didn't see her."
"I'm so sorry sir, the clothes you describe match those worn by the driver. I think we can safely say your wife was the driver and not a car thief. Can I have your name please?"
"Alan, Alan West. But...but, they only went shopping, just this morning, not far. How? Why?"
"Can I call you Alan?"
"Yes, yes."
"A lorry had broken down on the roundabout at the end of the J43 northbound slip road. It caused a queue to form that extended onto the motorway. A heavy goods vehicle collided with the end of the queue and crushed four cars before hitting another HGV. One of the cars crushed was your wife's. Your wife did nothing wrong. From speaking to a doctor at the scene, death was instantaneous for both passengers."
"No! How? Why? Why didn't he stop or swerve?"
"It's too early to say I'm afraid. From the footage captured by the dashcam in the truck, we do know it did not reduce speed before the collision.
As our investigation progresses, how much information would you like me to release to you? I can tell you everything that relates to your wife and mother, or just what you need to know?"
"Everything, I need to understand what happened and how it happened."
The officer made a note of that.
"Very well, when information becomes available I'll let you know. Is there anybody else we need to contact, or do you feel able to tell them?"
"There's only my sister Janice, our dad died about twelve years ago. Marie has a brother and sister, Harry and Beth. I can tell them, and they'll tell their extended family. Can I see my wife and mother, where are they?"
PC Morton shook his head, "I'm so sorry Alan. You wouldn't recognise them. There's no easy way to say this, the car was completely crushed; like a concertina. You understand what I'm saying?"
Alan slumped, his face in his hands. He couldn't even kiss his wife and mother goodbye. He wept.
