Here is your chance to write an incest story. I have started it below, and now you get to tell me what direction each chapter will take. I will choose the best comments and write from those directions. This is no longer my story, so go at it and may the best comment win.
Thanks to ChiefHal for his proofreading efforts.
Chapter Three
It seemed to be forever that Angela and Rebecca were waiting. Rebecca held pressure on Dean's wound while Angela sat between his legs, keeping them elevated. His colour had returned to his face, and he was coming around. He looked up from the floor into his sister's breasts as she held the blood-soaked cloth to his abdomen.
He looked between his legs, and his mother's tits stared back at him. He had decided that this was the other side, He thought, even reaching out and cupping one of Rebecca's perfect orbs. The two ladies watched as his shaky hand tentatively squeezed on Rebecca's flesh. They knew he wasn't right, only happy he was recovering. They watched as his cock first twitched then rose from its resting place next to Rebecca's fingertips. Astounded when it pulsed, then lifted from his body.
Rebecca noticed Angela lick her top lip before looking away. She didn't blame her mother. It was a beautiful cock; any girl would love to lose her virginity to that monster. She, too, looked away sharply when there was a banging on the door.
"Police. Are you alright in there?" A policeman yelled.
"We need an ambulance and something to cover ourselves with." Angela yelled back as she peeked at her daughter's stiff nipples.
"Clothes?" The officer yelled.
"Pull the covers off the bed," Angela said, then realised what would be among the sheets.
"OK, we're ready. The ambulance is a few seconds away." The officer yelled, and Angela saw him on the monitor holding a sheet in front of himself.
Angela moved slowly from between Dean's legs watching for any sign of color change to face. She spun the big wheel, and they heard the shafts grinding back into the door. She pushed, and the door only opened a crack.
"Stand back. There is quite a bit of damage this side." The officer said. as she saw two sets of hands slip into the gap and begin heaving the heavy door open.
As it swung back, she turned away to hide her naked form, and a third patrolman came through with the blanket in front of his body. He draped it over his shoulder, and Angela moved to cover Rebecca with her body. Her breasts pressed into Rebecca's back, so they were covered with the blanket, and Rebecca could keep the pressure on the cloth.
"He had a bad bleed under here. I'm frightened to let go. He is a bit delusional, waking up in a small room with his naked mom and sister."
"We might leave you where you are, until the Paramedics take over. Get her another blanket." He yelled over his shoulder.
The blanket was brought in by another young officer who got a pretty good view of Rebecca's breasts as they hung free under her body. Angela wrapped the blanket around Rebecca, who appreciated her mother covering her. The officer in charge led Angela from the bedroom, and she got her first look at the carnage outside the panic room.
"Oh, Christ. They wanted to get us," she said, seeing the wood pile from where they had stripped off the bookcase.
There was only the metal string that used to be attached to the copy of a book that shall not be named. There were bullet marks on the shiny outside of the metal door, but none even came close to punching through.
The officer tried to lead her out of the bedroom, but Angela headed to her bed, not wanting to be far from the children. She first noticed the black dildo lying next to the bed, and as she moved closer, she kicked it under. She sheepishly sat on the side, and the officer pulled over a chair.
"Have you arrested them?"
"We are still investigating. They had a car on the other side of the trees."
"Dawson's road?"
"Yes. It goes in a different direction. By the time we set up a roadblock, they were gone. Can you tell me what happened from your point of view?"
"The alarm went off, and seconds later, Rebecca and Dean came through my door. They must have been in bed. I turned on the monitor and saw dark figures coming up the stairs. We only had seconds to react and pulled on the book that opened the panic room door. Dean pushed us in and slammed the door on one of their hands, but he got a shot or too away. We pulled together and got the door closed, and locked it. That's when we saw the blood. So much blood."
"What book?"
"Why?" Angela asked.
"Sorry for my own interest."
"Chamber of Secrets."
"Of course. Where were you when the alarm went off?"
"In my bed. My husband had left maybe fifteen minutes before, and I was contemplating a shower." She lied.
"And the children?"
"I didn't see," she said truthfully.
"We can go through all the details later when everyone is safe and sound."
"My husband?"
Allan watched the chopper drop a litter down to the crash site. It moved back and hovered over him briefly before waving for him to stay put. He gave them the thumbs up; he was not going anywhere as his leg had gone numb. He watched from his perch as Hal was lifted into the chopper, and then the second rescue guy was hoisted into the aircraft. They took off towards the city where Hal could get the care he needed.
"You alright up there." Alan heard from somewhere below.
"I'm fucking stuck up here."
"We are coming up, don't move." The police rescue officer yelled.
"Not going anywhere," Allan yelled down.
An hour later, the police rescue was back hovering above the small group. He was tied chest to chest with one of the officers, and they were lifted into the relative safety of the aircraft. The trip to the hospital was swift, and before he knew it, he was looking at the water stained roof tiles of an ER ward.
"In your own words, what do you remember?" The officer asked; he still had some of Dean's blood on his sleeve.
"How are my family?" He threw back; years of negotiating had hardened him to direct questions.
"I need to get some answers while your memory is fresh."
"And I need to know how my family are." He answered flatly.
"They are fine. Your wife and daughter are in the waiting room, and Dean is in surgery. He caught a bullet fragment that nicked an artery."
"And Hal?'
