Olivia barricaded the door to her room using her dresser while her mother pounded to be let in from the other side.
"Sweetie, talk to me," begged her mother.
"No! Just go away."
"There's nothing-"
"La, la, la. I can't hear you! I can't hear you." Olivia clamped her hands over her ears for what seemed like hours until she risked a listen to see if her mother was still there. There was nothing but the sound of the rain on her window. She collapsed on her bed, uncaring that she dripping semen all over the bedsheets. "God, what have I done?"
Only silence greeted her question. Olivia sat up and slipped one finger inside her ravished pussy to draw out her father's cum. She needed plan-b. She needed money to get the plan-b. Why the hell did she stop taking birth control? It wasn't that expensive.
Her grandfather's spunk joined her father's on the slow trickle down her bent thighs. Olivia chewed on her lips as she contemplated the murky future. A trip to the mainland would take around two hours and that depended on whether there were any ships going out in this weather.
The idea of her belly swelling with her father's child brought bile to her throat. It also, to her intense shame, inflamed her lower half incredibly. He had been so big insider her while hitting her most needy spots on every thrust. The man beat out her top three boyfriends on the first try.
She shook her head. What was she thinking? He was her father and what they had done to each other was wrong. Regardless, how eager he was to do it.
A knock came at the door.
"Baby, open the door," called her grandfather.
"No way. I'm not going to let you fuck me again."
"All we want to do is talk. Your father even went out to get you your favorite ice cream."
Irritation raced through at being the idea she could be pacified by being given sweets but she didn't rain down the curses bubbling inside her head. Hiding in her room forever wasn't an option. No matter how she felt, she was going to have to face the future sometime. "Fine, I'll come out."
"Thank you Oli."
Olivia wiped her nether regions clean with a towel before putting on a clean dress. Clean cotton panties were the only underwear she opted to wear. Her breasts were still too sensitive from sex to handle a bra at the moment. She opened the door to find both her grandfather and her mother waiting for her on the landing.
Seeing her mother leaning against the wall, arms crossed over her prodigious chest, brought Olivia to tears again. She had run to her room without speaking to the woman the second she untangled from her grandfather's hold. "I'm sorry Mom."
"There's nothing to be sorry about." She sidestepped her father to envelope Olivia in a hug. "I'm not mad."
"But I slept with your husband, and he came inside me, and now I might be carrying a freaky incest baby." Her mother's finger on her lips ended Olivia's shame-induced babbling.
"You giving me a grandchild would be the second happiest moment in my life, regardless who the father was."
"I don't understand. Why aren't you mad?"
Her mother shot daggers at Grandfather, who suddenly seemed to find his bare feet quite fascinating. "Your grandfather and father should have explained our history first before they got into any tomfoolery."
"What history?"
"It'd be best if we talked this over, alone." She nudged Olivi back into her room then closed the door behind them.
"Don't sit on the bed. I. . . umm. . . leaked a little fluid on the sheets." Olivia stood ramrod straight in the corner, not certain what she should do under the circumstances.
"Not anything I haven't touched a thousand times since I came of age." Her mother sat on the bed's edge as her gray-green eyes studied Olivia's chest. "You have grown quite a lot."
Olivia held her arm against her chest, feeling a might sheepish under the attention. "I guess."
"Was the sex good?"
"Mom!"
She laughed. "Honey, prudishness isn't becoming of a St.Vivian woman."
"I thought we were going to talk about the mysterious history that makes having a freakish incest baby okay."
"Hey, don't be going around calling incest babies freakish. You might be an incest baby."
"The fuck?"
Her mother spread her legs wide, lacy black underwear now visible beneath her filmy pink skirt, hands straightening her tight shirt. Her large rotund breasts jiggled at the slight tugging. "Oh, yes. There were many a day I fucked your father in the morning then some relative at night. In fact, I think I lost my virginity to him the same day I was inducted into the tradition."
"Wait a minute. Wait a minute." Olivia held up her hands to signal she wanted the word flow to stop. "Tradition?"
"Yes, St.Vivian tradition. See, almost every family on this island is descended from pirates."
"I learned this already, we were taught that junk in school," huffed Olivia.
"School taught you half the story, the mainlander sanitized half. Pirates aren't exactly the type to tolerate women amongst their ranks. When John Boyluck's crew claimed St.Vivian for their own, they did so at the waning of the pirate era. Sure there were slaves but slaves are expensive. Family is always free."
"Oh my God. And you're okay with this?"
"Why shouldn't I be?" Her mother raised an eyebrow. "Boyluck's people were pretty progressive for their time. A woman could have any man, or woman, she pleased as long as she got their permission first. Even the slaves were freed if they proved unamenable to the proposition. Where else would they ever get that choice?"
