Author's Notes:
All characters in the story are 18 and older. This is a story about incest between a brother and a sister. If that's not what you are here for, I suggest you not read any further. Also, to understand what is going on, I recommend starting from chapter 1 if you just found this story.
I would also like to thank cbears52 for his help and encouragement. Thank you! 1moeannie I can't thank you enough for taking extra time to reread the story several different times and make sure all my timelines were accurate. With her hectic schedule and moving, she still made sure to provide valuable feedback and editing. I thank you as well.
To all my readers and followers, I hope you enjoy it.
Happy reading!
BHW
Chapter 6
"He who holds the objection, please step forward and join me in my private chambers."
I was never going to step forward and follow anyone into their private chambers, but when I said, "I can," it was Jack's cue to roll the film on the enormous screen just above Brad and Beth. As people started to point at the screen, you could hear laughter, groans, cursing, and crying coming from the crowd below. At that point, the only thing they were seeing was photos of Brad and Susan kissing in his brand new Range Rover that his father gave him on his birthday last month.
Susan put her head down rather quickly while her husband looked on in disbelief. Little did he know the party was just getting started. I kept darting my eyes back and forth between Susan and Beth. I loathed Susan and wanted to witness her demise in front of her friends and family, just as much as I wanted to see the same thing happen to Brad. Susan tried several times to get up, but Mr. Underwood kept a firm grip on her forearm and held her in place. I don't condone hitting women, but I would've understood.
Unable to see what was on the screen that was directly above them, Beth stepped out into the aisle to see what was causing people to get so bent out of shape. She knew it couldn't be good after seeing our mother in tears and Dad covering his face in embarrassment. The moment Beth stepped out into the aisle and looked up was Jack's second cue to play the video. The pictures were only on the screen to get Susan's downward spiral started.
Brad's arrogance was his downfall. The two weeks that Jack spent following them around, Brad took Susan to the same motel and used the same room every time. It made Jack's job easy to get them on video, knowing every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday, Brad would show up at precisely eight o'clock on the dot with Susan in tow for their romp.
Our entire plan hinged on Beth and her need to see what was on the screen and not just run out in shame. When she did, all twenty-five hundred people either shielded their children's eyes or watched on in disbelief when Susan sucked Brad's hard three-inch dick into her mouth. The twelve-foot screen only made matters worse for Brad when Susan pulled his little dick from her mouth with only the tip of his cock was visible with Susan's tiny hand wrapped around his small shaft.
Susan began to sob loudly, drawing a considerable amount of attention toward her and her soon-to-be ex-husband. A wry smile crept across my face, seeing her in such disarray. I felt sorry for her husband, his face was now a bright crimson, a single tear rolled down his right cheek. It wasn't my intention to hurt the guy. Hell, I didn't even know him, but his whore wife, on the other hand, I was out for blood.
The video only lasted a matter of seconds before the grand finale. By this time, Brad had made his way to the aisle to see what was on the screen. The video switched to the still image of him taking a picture of Susan pretending to ride another man. At the angle at which the photo was taken, you couldn't tell who the man was, but you could easily see that Susan was not having sex with him, only pretending to. I just hoped that Beth recognized the photo from the cropped image I'm sure she received.
Having seen all she needed to see, or she could handle, Beth pulled at the fabric just below her waist, causing the bottom of the dress to come off the floor a few inches, she ran into the crowd of people trying to exit just as she was. It was a complete clusterfuck. My wry smile turned to a giant grin the moment Brad dropped to his knees in total embarrassment.
As Beth started to exit, I returned to my seat and stayed behind the large pillar with my head down. Now was not the time to make myself known. Showing my face too soon to her could make this whole thing backfire on me. She had just been embarrassed in front of thousands of people and though it was for her own good, she probably wouldn't see that right now. The only joy I found in this was finally being able to see Brad's face as I humiliated him for the second time. He still didn't have a clue who it was.
"What the fuck are you looking at!" Brad screamed toward the people who were loitering in the aisles of the church, staring at him in disgust.
If he were looking for sympathy or any form of understanding, he would not get it. All the grooms and bridesmaids exited just after Beth, not wanting to be filmed any longer, as several guests pulled out their camera phones and began to record the train wreck unfold.
I waited for almost an hour before I made my exit. Jack made sure Brad's family, as well as mine, had left before he finally texted me, "The coast is clear." With my head down and a baseball cap pulled down low, I made my way to my rental car, now all alone in the deserted parking lot. With the adrenaline now worn off, I started to feel guilty and began to question if what I did was right. I knew I had to tell her, but maybe the way I did it was out of line. I questioned myself all the way back to the airport. I even addressed my feelings with Jack after we boarded the plane back to Nashville.
"Owen, don't beat yourself up. What we did was necessary. It had to be done. I don't know your sister personally, but I hope one day I get to. Who knows what Brad told her. With the way we did it, there is not a chance in hell she ever gets back with Brad. You told me in the beginning, the goal was to make sure Brad never had a chance to be with her again. I say we accomplished that with the bonus of watching that slut, Susan, squirm in her chair."
"You're right, but I just feel like shit. I love her, I know she's in pain again and it's because of my doings," I said, choking up.
"Bullshit, Owen. You didn't hurt her the first time. You certainly didn't this time either. That fuck stick, Brad did," Jack stated the facts, knowing it was what I needed to hear.
"Maybe you're right," I said, hoping Beth would see it that way.
"I know I'm right and when you have some time to process it all, you'll see it that way as well."
Nodding my head, I reclined my seat and hoped to get a small nap before we landed.
"I fucked up, and I'm sorry for the pain I've caused you. I need some time to process everything that has happened. I'll be in touch soon. ;)"
After reading the text from the unknown number, you could've given me ten sleeping pills, it wouldn't have knocked me out. I turned my phone screen around to let Jack read the text from Beth, seeing him smile put me at ease. It was the first time I had ever seen the man smile. His face only had two expressions, one of mystery and the other of determination.
The entire ride back to Clark's house, I read the text repeatedly. I knew if I had a chance of being with Beth, I needed to be patient but also let my feelings be known. She was in a fragile state of mind, and the slightest thing could most certainly break her. I wanted to turn around the second I walked into the guest house and fly straight back to Beth. I fought the urge and headed toward the kitchen to make a few calls and see how the rest of our plan was going.
"Hey, Matt, it's Owen. What did you find out?"
"Man, it's a lot. First off, Brad's father is so far in debt and behind on his taxes. I can't believe they haven't closed him down yet. He spent so much money covering up Brad's rape charge, which is the real reason that he got kicked out of college, that it damn near bankrupted his ass. I have a friend at the DA who has filled me in on a lot of shit about to go down. He has testimony from a few other girls who were taken advantage of by Brad. You won't ever have to take the stand, but he wants to talk to you about the night you were drugged."
"Holy shit," I exclaimed.
