This story contains some violence, and a lot of incest and anal sex. These characters first appeared in "One of the Depraved & Deplorables". Both are stand-alone works. If you like to read things in chronological order, start with the other one. r
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I'm sick.
I'm so sick that I'm questioning the existence of God and the meaning of life. I'm struggling with the concept of happiness. Is there a limit to how much happiness one person is allowed?
One thousand ninety-five days. Three stinking years! That is how long I lived a life filled with joy and happiness.
Gina and I were married for three bliss-filled years. They were the happiest days of my life.
My playful, saggy-breasted wife fulfilled all my dreams and willingly participated in my voyeur games.
She had trouble off and on with the leg she broke in the motorcycle accident. It wasn't uncommon for her leg to swell and hurt. Gina would rest, the pain would go away, and she'd be fine.
Except for the time when she wasn't.
After her death, I learned that swelling and leg pain are symptoms of deep vein thrombosis. I was out of town when a blood clot developed in her leg. The clot broke free and traveled to a lung. It blocked an artery and killed her.
This happens to two and a half million people a year in the United States. Three hundred thousand of them die.
Gina didn't recognize her dire situation. She died alone in our apartment.
I found her the next day; I was devastated.
My mother, sister, and the twins got me through the next two weeks. We buried Gina and grieved.
I hit the bottle and the road. I traveled the country working to keep my mind off my tragedy. Staying busy helped; being drunk helped more.
That was my modus operandi for two years. I called it grieving. The rest of the world would say I was sick...a degenerate drunk...one of the deplorables.
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Eve invited me to join her for the Fourth of July. As kids, it was one of our favorite holidays. We loved that we got to stay up late and, of course, the fireworks.
I was mourning pretty heavily at the time. I didn't think it was safe for me to operate a motor vehicle, so I declined. I celebrated alone with alcohol-induced fireworks in my head.
A week later, Eve called and said, "I need you to come home."
"What's up?"
"Everything is falling apart!" she shrieked. She started to cry and said, "Mom's sick, Rick and I are divorcing, and the twins are out of control."
"I'm coming."
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It took me three days of hard driving to get there. I arrived at midnight and parked in the circle in front of the large brick house.
Eve ran out to greet me. She had on a simple, loose-fitting white cotton gown. She was braless, and I saw the girls bounce and jiggle.
I got out of my vehicle, and we embraced. I held her tightly, kissed her cheek, and teased, "Is this what you wear to greet all your late-night guests?"
"Yes! This is how I dress when I meet my gentleman callers," Eve said, playing along.
She laughed and said, "I knew it had to be you at this time of night. Not even the landscapers would drive up to my house in a pick-up truck this beat up!"
We laughed. She shed some tears.
She took me inside, made us a cup of Sanka, and we talked. I admit my eyes drifted southward to the V-neck in Eve's gown. When she reached for her coffee cup, I got tantalizing views of her braless breasts.
She noticed and called me on it. "Damnit, Ed. I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you, and all you are interested in is checking out my boobs!"
She crossed her arms, grabbed the loose-fitting gown at her shoulders, and tugged, revealing her tanned breasts.
I imagine my eyes widened. I felt my mouth smile, and I said, "Lovely. Nice tan. Do you sunbathe topless or naked?"
"You pervert," she teased. "You want details? The twins and I sunbathe in the nude. It's one of the few activities we share without fighting.
"I enjoy the warmth of the sun. They do it for their job. They're topless go-go dancers."
"Wow! The women in our family have the tits for topless dancing, but I never thought anyone would choose it as a profession."
I leered at her tits and said, "Your boobs are bigger and better than ever."
She cupped her right breast and said, "Bigger, I believe. I'm forty-seven. Between the hormonal ups and downs associated with pre-menopause and me gaining some weight, the girls are a full cup larger.
"Better? Not likely," Eve said and frowned. "They sag."
"They look great; the sagging is minimal," I said, trying to reassure her.
"Oh. That's right. You're an expert on saggy breasts. You've seen our mother naked."
I flinched.
"That hurt," I said. "You know it wasn't my choice to see Mom's nude body. Yours I love, and I can't get enough off, but Mom's..."
"Gee, thanks," she said. She punched me on the arm and added, "Every sister dreams of her brother saying they love seeing you naked."
We laughed.
I reached out and caressed a soft breast.
Eve asked, "What's the matter, you horny bastard? Not getting any?"
"I haven't had sex in a while."
"Me neither," she said and sighed. She added, "In your case it's understandable. You look and smell like a bum."
I rubbed my stubble and said, "Yes. I imagine I do. Are you having second thoughts about bringing me into the house? Maybe I should shower. I've been on the road for three days and nights, eating bad food and catching naps in the truck when I was fatigued."
"A shower would be a good idea."
She pulled up her gown, ending my peep show, and led me to her bedroom. She gestured toward the en suite bathroom and said, "The shower's in there."
I went inside, closed the door, and undressed.
The door swung open while I was adjusting the water. I turned to see my sister entering. I felt my face warm and dropped a hand to cover my crotch.
"I've got to pee," she said, explaining her entrance.
She hiked up her gown and sat on the toilet.
"No panties?"
"It's good to air out my vagina. It reduces the risks of getting a yeast infection."
"TMI, Sis," I said. " Hmm. Those words sound familiar."
I stroked my chin as if deep in thought, and said, "Oh, yeah. Mother gave me a lecture on the need for vaginas to be panties-free when we were on our cruise. God! That was a memorable trip. I still haven't forgiven you for ducking out and sending me instead."
The shower came to a comfortable temperature. I stepped in as my sister peed in the toilet. I wet my body and luxuriated in the warm water.
I opened my mouth to speak, and said, "Eve..."
My sister flushed the toilet. The toilet stole cold water from my shower, the shower water pressure dropped, and I was hit with some uncomfortable hot water.
"Jesus!" I shouted and raised my hands to block the hot water from hitting my more delicate skin.
"What were you saying?" Eve asked.
Exasperated, I said, "I was going to ask you not to flush the toilet so I wouldn't be scalded."