Must Read: An Incest Birthday (18+)

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Must Read: An Incest Birthday (18+)

“Nice to see you too Ashley,” I said sarcastically.

“Come on girl I’m having a party at my house tonight, my brother bought us beer again!”
“No that’s ok, I’m here with my brother,” she responded as she looked at me and smiled.

“Oh come on you’re always with him! You want to have fun don’t you?”
“I am having fun, look at all the stuff we won!”
Ashley stood there for a second frustrated. “Rita come on for real, ditch this loser and let’s go!”
Now I had to step in. “Hey don’t get mad because she doesn’t wanna go to your lame party!”
“The only thing lame around here is you, the only reason she’s hanging around you is because she feels bad for you, she even said so herself,” Ashley yelled.

“Yeah like I’m gonna believe anything you say!”
“Ask her, she’s right there. The only reason she hangs around you is because you don’t have any friends of your own, you’re a loser who’s only been on one date, and it went bust! Everyone knows about it! You can’t get a date to save your life! She wants her own life, but since you’re her loser twin she feels she has to hang with you!”
I looked to Rita, who was silent while all of this was going on. “She’s lying, right Rita?”
“I-I, well you, I didn’t …”

“You see, she doesn’t want to be around you, so why don’t you just leave!” Ashley yelled as she cut Rita off.

The yelling had caused some people to look at us, and put everyone on the spot. I looked at Rita, who was shaking her head sideways, but not saying or denying anything.

“I can’t believe this. Fine, you don’t wanna be around me, I’m gone.”

I dropped the bear and walked off, leaving the carnival. I could hear Rita calling me, but I never turned around. What a day this turned out to be.

After I figured out where I was, I headed home.

My phone must have rang a hundred times, so I just cut it off. I didn’t think about anything, I just walked, walked, and walked like a zombie until I reached home. I got in the house and walked straight past our parents who were still watching TV on the couch. They asked me where Rita was, “ask Ashley” was all I told them and continued to my room. I locked my door and lay on my bed, just looking at the ceiling. Dad knocked on my door to find out what was wrong, but when I didn’t answer he gave up and left. About ten minutes later I hear our car pull in the driveway, and then heavy steps on the stairs, no doubt who it was.

“Randy please let me in,” Rita said as she jiggled the doorknob.

I didn’t say anything, mostly because I was hoping she would just leave, I really didn’t feel like talking. She kept asking me to let her in while banging on the door, so I knew she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Go away, I don’t feel like talking right now,” I finally said.

“Please open the door, I have to talk to you,” she pleaded.

Even though I was mad, I still didn’t want to be mean to her. “Well I don’t want to, and I don’t wanna listen either.”

“I’m gonna stay here until you let me in!”
“Well then you’re gonna be out there for a while because I’m not getting up, wouldn’t want you hanging with me against your will.”

It was quiet for a moment, and then I heard her crying. I felt bad, but I was still mad about what she said, so I lay there. About a minute later I heard mom call her to talk, I took this time to turn off all my lights and go to sleep, the problem was I was too mad to sleep. I looked around in darkness for a while until I heard a light knock on my door, it was Rita again.

“Randy please, I’m so sorry! Won’t you talk to me?”
“I don’t want to say anything I’ll regret, just leave me alone and go to bed!”
“I’m not leaving until you open the door!”
“Just leave!”
Nothing else was said, but I could still hear her crying softly. As much as I wanted to go to her, I wanted to lay there more. “Maybe I’ll have cooled down in the morning,” I told myself.

I looked at the clock, 10:32; I knew it would be a long night. I lay wide awake for a very long time before I finally drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning I wasn’t mad anymore, more like hurt that she could say that stuff about me after everything we did this past week. I never thought in a million years Rita would say anything like that about me. I was lost in space until I heard dad yell for us to come get breakfast. I changed out of my clothes from yesterday and put on some shorts and a shirt and headed to the door. When I opened it, there was Rita, sitting down on the floor, leaning up against the wall, sleep. Her face was all puffy and red from crying, and her face just looked unhappy. She kept her word, she never left, she alwayd did keep her promises. I went to brush my teeth without her then went back and woke her up to eat. She looked at me with a sad look in her eyes as I helped her off the floor, but neither of us said a word. I looked back for a second or two and made eye contact with her, and went downstairs to eat. A few minutes later Rita walked into the kitchen and sat down to eat.

The atmosphere at breakfast was awkward and uneventful. It was dead silence. I avoided any eye contact with Rita, but mom kept looking at me with a concerned look. Everyone at the table knew there was something wrong, but no one said anything about it. Dad tried to break the ice a few times, but when no one responded he stopped trying. It was the first awkward breakfast since the day I first kissed Rita, and it was having its effect on everyone.

After a long quiet breakfast we all cleaned up and I retreated to my room.

I sat back and listened to some music for a while, and then I heard a knock on my door.

Before I could react mom slipped in and closed the door behind her. She turned off my stereo and sat down on the foot of my bed, I knew what was coming.

“Talk to me, what’s going on with you two?”
“Why don’t you ask her!”
“I tried to, but she wouldn’t stop crying long enough to talk, now what happened?”
My face expression changed when she said that, and I’m pretty sure she seen it. “She was talking about me to her friends behind my back, I’m probably the laughing stock of the neighborhood now!”
“That doesn’t sound like Rita, you two adore each other.”

“She just stood there while Ashley insulted me, and she didn’t deny anything!”
“What happened to the girl you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, the one you wanted to love forever, the girl you grew up with?”
“I guess I didn’t know her as well as I thought I did.”

“Oh son you don’t mean that, you can’t let one little fight come between you two, as close as you two are you’ll be miserable without each other! Give yourself a little more time to cool off and think about what happened, there has to be some logical reason why this had to happen, and then go talk to her, put this nonsense behind you,” she said as she smiled and got up to leave. “If you love her like you say you do, you’ll talk to her,” she added as she closed my door.

I have to admit, what she said made a lot of sense, she really made me start to reevaluate the whole situation. It’s funny how one moment she could be this s*x-crazed flirtatious woman and the next she could be my soft, caring, sweet mother. She made a lot of good points, but something didn’t add up. Before I could think about anything else I felt my eyes getting heavy, so I lay down and took a quick nap. A couple hours later dad was shaking me awake so I could ride with him to go car swap with a friend so he could get a truck for our trip to the cabin. I put on a sensible pair of pants and a shirt and we headed out.

The whole way there he was talking to some guy on the phone, which relieved me that he couldn’t talk to me about my s*x life, and also gave me time to think about Rita. When we arrived at his friends house he directed us to his backyard and pointed us out to the truck. It was a big butt0ckz 4-door Ford F-150, the only problem was it was filled with sandbags and drywall in the flatbed and cans of paint on the seats, hence why my dad asked me to tag along. After we finished unloading everything they swapped keys and we got in the truck.

The inside of the truck was loaded with sync radio, TVs, iPod stations, and plenty more unnecessary stuff. If you like technology, you like this truck. When we left his friends house, I noticed dad looking like he wanted to say something, and I knew exactly what, so I tried to avoid him, but I must have made eye contact with him too many times because he started to talk.