Be forewarned, this story has elements of incest. It starts slow and simmers to a boil, it isn't as long as many of my works, there's only one chapter.
Any and all portrayed as having sex are 18 or older.
Lana
As with so many young people in the late sixties I married within a year of graduating high school, it wasn't questioned or frowned upon, it was what you did. We both had jobs, she worked in the kitchen of the hospital where I had begun working and learning in the maintenance department. We did okay, we were able to pay our bills, drive a decent used car and have enough left over for a pizza and some beer on Saturday night. We'd met in tenth grade and as was another custom of that time we waited until our wedding night to consummate our marriage.
My younger sister Lana never did like Brenda, said she was a flirt and would someday break my heart, when you're in love and horny one tends to ignore those things, which I did. We'd been married less than a year when my draft notice came, five months later I was checking in at Camron Bay, our goodbyes had been tearful and affectionate along with the usual promises of fidelity and to start a family when I was discharged.
While in country at least once a day someone would bring up Jody, the fictional character back in the states who's putting the moves on your gal and having his way with her while you're in the jungle having your ass shot at. Brenda never gave me any reason to suspect anything of the sort, letters every few weeks, my sister never saw her with anyone else, I came home feeling confident my bride was eager to see me, and she was. I found out six weeks after being home she was also pregnant, she tried saying it was mine which didn't fly considering she was at least ten weeks along. I guess absence really did make the heart grow fonder, for someone else.
I did what every red blooded boy would do back then, I filed for divorced, she was living with her new lover in less than a month, one of the very people my sister had warned me about. The time period was way before all these 50/50 laws and because I could prove infidelity, I didn't have to pay maintenance, or as they called it then, alimony. She went her way, I went mine and neither the twain shall meet, I moved to an adjoining state where I landed another entry level job with a hospital maintenance department. I dated some and had a couple of long-term girlfriends but considering what had happened before I just couldn't pull the trigger and make a final commitment to marriage.
Eventually I reached the point where I would pick up some gal in a bar if I needed to have my dick inside a pussy instead of having my hand wrapped around it in the shower. I didn't care if they were short, tall, thin, wide, cute, homely, the color of their skin or what nationality they were, my main criteria were if they had tits, a pussy, and were willing to fuck, then so be it. I never rode bareback although I wanted to several times, some protested saying they were on birth control, my thought was always, how do I know that for sure? The last thing I wanted or needed was an illegitimate child running around for me to support.
A few of the nurses at the hospital were known to be friendly in that way, they were also known to not keep their mouths shut, another thing I didn't need was gossip about banging the nurses. To use a British phrase, *I kept myself to myself*, oh sure I attended the picnics and hospital sponsored what-evers, but that was basically the extent of my existence. I kept in touch with my folks and would drive the five hours for holidays or family gatherings, Lana would always be there, not married but looking. I'd been at the Whitmere Hospital a bit over five years when Lana announced she was getting married.
I drove home for the engagement party and instantly did not like the guy, arrogant, brassy, ostentatious, narcissistic in my mind, everything was about him, I wondered what the hell Lana saw in him. Then I found out, Lana was an RN at the local hospital, he was a doctor, no more need be said. I went home for the wedding, she had wanted me to stand up with what's his face, I declined saying I didn't really know the guy, and I didn't, she was peeved but not pissed. I was now edging thirty and she was a few years younger when the wheels came off her marriage, as I suspected he was not the nice guy he portrayed himself to be. No one knew about the abuse, until she showed up with a bruised cheek and eye, previously he had kept his blows to her ribs and back, her stomach, places others wouldn't see.
Her supervisor took one look at her and knew what was happening, it took her nearly a day to convince Lana he would not stop until she filed charges, she too had been the victim of abuse, only hers had been at the hands of her lesbian lover. When the officers had taken her statement and dozens of photos they sent a patrol to their home, asswipe was stupid enough to resist arrest, one more charge he'd have to answer for. Lana moved in with our parents but felt like a kid all over again, it was all in her mind though, our folks basically made a place for her to sleep, eat and escape the pressures of life.
I knew she was in the process of divorcing dipshit but didn't pay much attention to what was going on, I kept my nose to the grindstone and did my job. It was on a Saturday morning three weeks before Thanksgiving that the doorbell rang, I wasn't expecting anyone, I wondered who it might be, opening the door there stood Lana with a smile on her face.
"Hi junior, well, are you going to invite me in?"
My dads name was Harry, I was Harry Junior, everybody from home always called me junior, including Lana.
"Yes, yes, come in out of the cold. This is a nice surprise, what brings you here?"
"I'm moving to Whitmere, I have a position at the hospital and I start Monday. I thought I might be able to stay with you until I can settle in."
She was fidgety, she wasn't telling me the whole story.
"What's the rest Lana, you can't lie to me, we never could lie to each other. So what gives?"
Hanging her head she sniffled, "Now that the divorce is final I'm certain Devin has been following me around, when I went to the police they said with the restraining order no longer in effect there was nothing they could do to restrict him from being in a public place. I made the decision to find work elsewhere, when he found out I was leaving and wouldn't tell him where he slipped this note into my locker through the slats.
Handing it to me I opened it and my blood began to boil, *Bitch, I'll find you and when I do I'll beat your ass*.
"What did the cops say?"