John was trying to hide his face while Penny yelled at him.
"You fucking cheater." she said.
"I didn't. I didn't mean to."
"You're a fucking cheater. Admit it."
"No. I wouldn't cheat on you. I've never cheated on anyone."
"Then who the hell is she?" Penny said as she pointed to Jill.
"We broke up." John defended.
"That's not what she says."
"I don't care what she says. I didn't cheat on you."
"And what about Susan?"
"That was a mistake."
Suddenly John felt Susan's presence behind him. "Mistake? You got me pregnant and now you're calling it a mistake?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way."
Penny grabbed John's jaw and forced him to look at her. "Getting your sister pregnant. What's wrong with you?"
"I didn't know. I swear. I didn't know."
The next thing John saw was a line of asses and somehow he knew that each ass belonged to one of their mothers. John found himself fucking Aunt Martha.
"Cheating on me with my mom. You are just too low."
"I ... I'm sorry."
"I don't forgive you."
John looked down and Aunt Martha had been replaced with Aunt Amy. John tried to stop himself but he was already in her.
"Are you going to get my mom pregnant, too? I bet you'll call it a mistake."
"I didn't mean it like that. I promise."
"Save it." Susan said as Aunt Amy transformed into Aunt Sophia. John heard giggling at his side and he looked to see who it was. Carol and Melissa were naked and licking each other's pussies. They looked over at John and started chanting.
"Fuck our mom. Fuck our mom."
"You know your father was some kind of rapist." Penny said.
"He was your father, too." John said.
Penny slapped him. "Don't you dare talk about my father you filthy, incestuous scumbag."
"Please forgive me."
"Never." said Penny.
John looked over at Jill and she repeated it. "Never."
He looked over at Susan and it was the same. "Never."
John pushed back with all his might but it felt like he couldn't move. He pushed Aunt Sophia away from him and he tried to run. Something was holding him down. Then before him, his own mother's ass was presented to him.
"Go ahead. Fuck her." said Penny.
"No. I can't."
"You already fucked your sister. You already got her pregnant."
"I can't. I won't."
French police came and grabbed John by each arm and pushed him down onto his mother. He felt his face hit the floor as someone pushed his cock into his mom's ass. John tried to stop himself. He tried to get away but it was no use. Then he was cumming into his mother against his will.
He felt despair and shame wash over him. Penny came to him and squatted down to look him in the eye.
"You'll never deserve me because I'll never forgive you."
John threw his head back from the sight of her and gasped for air. His eyes popped open as he launched himself onto his back.
He looked up. He was alone. He was breathing heavily while his eyes looked around and he tried to understand where he was.
The tent. He was in the tent. No one was here. He was sweating and ... oh he ejaculated on himself in his sleep.
"Weird fucking dream." he said.
The sun had yet to come up but with the way he felt there was no way he was getting back to sleep. The night before he'd found himself extremely bored and with nothing to distract him from thinking about the thing he needed to think on but actively wanted to avoid thinking about, he eventually just went to sleep very early. Yeah, camping sucked with no one else with you.
He'd had sex with his sister. And not just one, but two sisters. He had two sisters. Actually, he had four sisters and his other two sisters were fucking each other. What the fuck? He still couldn't believe his mother waited so long to tell him. If only they'd told him one day earlier. Hell, just 12 hours earlier might have done it. But now it was done.
He'd committed incest of all things. He would have hardly thought that was even possible. He didn't have those kinds of feelings about his mother and for all he knew his mother was the only family he had in the world. Yet, apparently not.
Of course, his mother didn't get all the blame. He had to carry some of it. He should have figured it out. All these years of people thinking that Susan was his sister. So many people in so many countries had said that. But it was just not true. It was just never true until it was.
"They should have told us." he said to himself. "How were we supposed to know? It wasn't my fault."
He didn't know what to do. What do you do after you commit incest?
Well, he knew what to do in that moment. He needed to change his clothes. Fuck, he wanted a shower.
While he used a wet cloth to half way wash himself down he wondered if Susan really would get pregnant. What would he do if that happened?
John waited and waited for the sun to come up. As soon as it did he'd be able to see enough to pack everything back up and get the bus back down to the hotel.
For some reason the word status was on his mind. He felt like something should have changed. He couldn't think of a specific word for what you call someone who commits incest. If you kill someone you are a murderer but if you fuck your sister what was that?
Maybe there didn't need to be a word. Or maybe there was no word in English but another language would have one.
The sun came up and if John would have wanted to hurry, he could have been ready to go back to the hotel on the first bus. But then he realized that if he did that, he'd have to have breakfast with everyone else and for some reason he just didn't feel like seeing everyone else again yet. As soon as he held their image in his mind he remembered the reason he wanted to get all the way out here to be alone.
From the distance he saw the first bus come and go and John started to think of how much time he'd have until the next bus came by.
The biggest fucking shame of this whole thing was that he actually really liked Penny. When he thought of having a life with someone it was always Penny. He wanted to see her and yet also wanted to avoid her. He didn't know how it would go.
He was still thinking on these things when he heard someone call out his name. John stuck his head out the flap of the tent and saw Carol walking up the path. She called out his name again
"Jooooooohn."
"Over here." John got out of the tent and stood there waiting.
She noticed him and started running over to his tent. "Hey." she started. She looked around and noticed the group of three bigger tents farther up the path. They were actually pretty far away but Carol felt they were too close so she asked John if they could go into his tent to talk.
"About what?"
"Stuff."
"What stuff?"
"Brother, sister stuff."
"You rode the bus up here to tell me everyone is worried about me? Or did my mom send you to jump on me for missing breakfast?"
"John, get in the tent. Or do you really want to have this conversation out here; cause I will."
"Whatever." he said as he got back into the tent. She took a bit more time since she had to get her shoes off which meant unlacing them. "So, how did you find me? Searched all night with flashlights?"
