Incest Inc: Chapter Two
Deviant Desires
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~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~
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Sunday: 9:17 AM
Jason Gallifrey was seething.
It wasn't enough that his father had announced the previous morning that the company he worked for, which he had assumed for years was a boring non-profit dedicated to promoting educational and learning opportunities in third world countries, was actually some sort of disgusting secret society that encouraged families with "superior" intelligence to have children with each other in incestuous relationships.
And it wasn't enough that his parents had actually decided to give him and his sisters the "opportunity" to choose for themselves whether they wanted to prostitute themselves in exchange for money by breeding children with themselves or their parents.
And it wasn't enough that his sister Shannon had stunned them all by declaring her willingness, no, her
eagerness
to be impregnated by her father and collect half a million dollars for each child they conceived.
And it wasn't enough that his father, a man he had always admired, had taken Shannie up on her offer, and they had spent the entire day in her bedroom, their moans of pleasure echoing throughout the house.
It was the fact that no one else seemed to
care
! He bit into a slice of toast savagely, then wiped his lips with his shirt sleeve. The strawberry preserves, grown in their backyard garden and canned last summer, were as sour as crabapples in his mouth. He had come to expect licentious behavior from his twin, Angelica. But Angelica had been a tramp for years, ready to spread her legs for anyone who had a functioning dick. She had started when she was barely sixteen, and hadn't slowed down since.
He gritted his teeth. He had been furious when one of the guys on his dorm floor down at the U of I had been showing around pics that a buddy had sent to him of a girl he had nailed, and he had recognized his own sister, looking up at the camera phone, smiling through the cock she had in her mouth. Jesus! Didn't she have any self-respect? Or, if she didn't, couldn't she at least try not to embarrass her entire family?
But it hadn't been Angie who had accepted the offer. It had been his older sister, Shannon. The good sister. The one everyone liked, no matter how tense or irritated they were. Cheerleader-gorgeous, straight-A student, valedictorian of her high school class, the one who had learned Latin on her own because she thought it would be fun. The sister who had tutored him in German in high school, never getting impatient, never losing her temper. A cunning linguist who could probably get hired right now as a translator for the State Department at a huge salary and travel the world as a member of the diplomatic corps. Or for some multinational corporation, making sure that a corporate vice-president with good hair didn't step on his own dick when trying to speak French or Spanish.
He took a drink of his orange juice, staring out at the back yard, not seeing the green grass shimmering in the summer heat. It had been an uncommonly mild summer for Chicago, but he could feel the weather turning. The next week was forecast to be hot and humid, which would force them all inside together.
How could Shannie do it? How could his father agree? How could his mother, wife of one and mother to the other, actually smile and nod and let it happen, without saying a word against it? Hell, she had actively
supported
it, from what he could see!
It's disgusting. Someone has to do something. Someone has to open their eyes. Someone-
"Morning, sunshine," said a low, calm voice, interrupting his thoughts.
"Morning, Mom," he replied, as his mother entered the kitchen. She was dressed in her usual weekend attire, wearing a pair of sweat shorts that had been new maybe ten years ago, and a light, button-down blouse.
Beverly Gallifrey was only forty-one, despite having three grown children. Like her husband, she had graduated from college early, a testament to her ferocious intellect. She was tall and slim, long-legged, with a high, firm bust. Her brown hair, which she had worn short for most of Jason's life, was now being allowed to grow long, and it reached well past her shoulders. Today it was bound in a plain silver hair ring, which turned it into a ponytail. Her eyes were brown, with interesting bronze flecks, which, when focused on a person, held them in their grip.
"Sleep well?" she asked, rummaging in the fridge. She turned gracefully, a package of bagels and a cup of yogurt in her hands, and smiled at him.
"Not really," he replied, and gathered up his courage. "Mom-"
"Good morning," his father said, walking into the kitchen, a smile on his face. Shannon followed him, her golden head at a level with her father's shoulder. He glanced at her, then back to his toast, and then back at her, doing an absurd double-take.
Shannon was naked from the waist up. Her thighs and hips were clothed in a brightly colored skirt, decorated with flowers, but her torso and breasts were exposed for everyone to see. Large and firm, with coral-colored nipples, the lightly tanned orbs wobbled on her chest as if to say, "Hi! How
you
doing?"
He felt the blood drain out of his face, and then return in a blazing flush.
"Well," his mother said, her voice low, cool, and amused. "This is quite a change from what you usually wear to the breakfast table, Shannie."Her skin blushed a delicate pink, contrasting beautifully with her rich golden hair and dark blue eyes. Jason tried to keep his eyes away from his sister's chest, but was only marginally successful. "I talked with Dad about it last night. Before he went back to your room, Mom."
She raised her chin, looking at the other members of her family. "I worship the Goddess," she said, her voice soft but firm. "And she tells us that the human body is beautiful. It is something to be celebrated, not hidden. So, with your permission," she added, looking at her parents, "I'm going to dress like this at home from now on. Sometimes. When it's comfortable."
His mother nodded. "That's fine, honey." Her lips twitched. "Just make sure that you don't answer the door like that. I'd hate for you to be responsible for giving the mailman a heart attack."
Shannon nodded as Jason's mouth fell open. She could
not
be serious! But she seemed to be. She spread her bagel with cream cheese as his father mixed up a bowl of instant oatmeal and put it in the microwave.
"I can't believe you're going to eat that on a day like today, Scott. It's supposed to get close to a hundred."
Her husband shrugged, a crooked smile on his face. "I'm Scottish," he said, mimicking a highland burr. "If we dinna eat oor parritch, we'll waste awa ta skin an' boons."
Beverly smiled and Shannon rolled her eyes. "That's a
terrible
accent, Dad. You should go to Scotland and hear the real thing." She reached across the table and placed some fruit on her plate, beginning to eat hungrily.
"Someday. Maybe," he said, pulling his oatmeal out of the microwave. He scattered some raisins on top and sat down between his wife and oldest daughter. "Where's Angie?" he asked, through his first mouthful.
"Still asleep, I think," his wife answered.
