Must Read: An Incest Birthday (18+)

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Must Read: An Incest Birthday (18+)

“We are, just getting one last little peek in before we left. Ok, now we can go,” I said.



“For somebody who was supposed to leave a long time ago you’re taking your sweet butt0ckz time getting out the door. Something distracting you?” Chris joked.


“Ok don’t get cocky, no pun intended. We’re gone for real now. We need to use your car since we don’t have ours here, where are the keys?” Rita asked.



“In my room in the box next to the Xbox. If you kill the gas fill it back up please thank you.”
“Yeah yeah just makes sure you don’t stop in the middle of an orgasm again. we’ll be back.”


We went and grabbed the keys and headed out the door to meet mom and Aunt Lisa on our side of town. The drive there was quicker than usual, probably because we caught almost every green light on the way there. It was also quieter than usual, we basically said nothing the whole way there, but I knew we were thinking about any and everything, the look of worry that appeared on her face after we left the house in a semi good mood confirmed that. We pulled up to Mikey’s a short time later and saw mom’s car sitting in the parking lot, so we knew at least she was here. We went in and both she and Aunt Lisa were there sitting in the back corner away from the windows, nowhere near our usual seats.



“Hey mom, hey Aunt Lisa,” Rita and I said as we hugged them both. “Been here long?”
“We just got here actually. Your father came home early and I had to wait for Lisa to get to the house so your father wouldn’t suspect anything,” mom said.
“Sorry I live an hour away. I don’t need another speeding ticket in my life,” Aunt Lisa joked.


“Please like it actually stuck. With those cannons no way you got a ticket.”
“Two of those times I had a woman officer, and not the female friendly kind.”


“How many tickets do you have? You said that like you have a glovebox full,” I said.
“Like seven. What can I say, I like to go fast, like that Ricky Bobby movie.”
Did you guys order anything yet? And that movie is Talladega Nights Aunt Lisa,” Rita said.
“Yeah we got you two a pepperoni sausage and we’ll split a supreme. So how’s it going over there? Everybody getting along? They still treating you like one of their own?” mom asked.



“Yes we are, and they are, but it feels like we overstayed our welcome, especially me. If we stay there any longer we’re gonna have to start paying rent,” I said.



“If they didn’t want you there, they would’ve told you. After witnessing it for myself Jim doesn’t look like the kind of person who sugarcoats anything,” Aunt Lisa said.



“We’ve been thinking about going to stay with Ashley for a little bit, she basically suggested it, and it’d be nice to let them have their house back for a little bit,” Rita said.


“Ashley? You think that’s a good idea? Your father’s client?” mom asked.


“It protects us from another outburst like before, though he’s probably all yelled out now. He hasn’t even attempted to make any kind of contact with us; call, mail, in person, relay a message, skype, nothing. It’s hard knowing how dad was before all this and knowing how he is now. I can’t help but feel guilty for my part in this,” I said.


“It’s a tough situation for both sides.



Technically he is right, what you’re doing is illegal, but you can’t help who you fall in love with. Technically you’re right, no matter what a parent should be there for their children, but this is a big blow to absorb. We’re on an uneven playing field no matter how we look at it, neither team has the advantage over the other,” mom said.


I was a little surprised and pleased on how she used the sports illustration to describe our situation, it helped me make sense of it. “So how do we even the playing field?”
“For the first time in maybe ever, I don’t have an answer. Usually I’d be able to think of something, even something small, but this time, I don’t have the slightest idea what to do.”
“Nothing? Of all the times to run out of ideas, this is the time you pick?” Rita asked.
“I know honey, I’m sorry. I wish I could be more help but this is a situation I never thought I’d be in, I never planned on having an argument for something like this.”


“I know, it’s not your fault. I was just surprised that’s all. What about you Aunt Lisa? You know anything you think might work? I don’t care how small of an idea it is, anything helps.”
“I wish I did, but I’m just as lost as your mother. I threw out any arguments I had the nights you got into it with your dad, and he shot everything I said down,” Aunt Lisa said.



The waiter brought over our pizzas just as I was about to figure out something to say. I was a little hungry since I wasn’t in the mood to eat this morning, and having something to nourish me (even if it is pizza) might help stir some ideas around in my head. We all at a slice (some of us faster than others) and tried to draw up any new ideas that could help us.



“So mom in the last week, did dad’s behavior change at all? Did he calm down, change up his routine, start up any new hobbies, anything to show he’s going back to normal?” Rita asked.
“No, nothing, and I’ve been watching his closely. Every morning since a week ago he gets up, showers, kisses me and leaves, nothing else.



When he gets back from work he either finishes up whatever paperwork he has left over or he goes out to the garage. I went out there a couple times to see if I could catch him doing anything, all I could say is the garage couldn’t be cleaner.


It looks like he tore down the other one and built a brand new one, which isn’t a good sign.”
“What? Why not? He’s occupying his mind isn’t that a good thing?” I asked.


“He’s TOO occupied. He’s trying to pretend like the situation with you isn’t happening by forcing his mind on other stuff, and cleaning when you’re angry is a dead giveaway.”
“So no matter how we look at it there’s bad news on top of bad news, great.”


“It can’t last forever. Eventually it has to wear off,” Aunt Lisa said.
“By the time that happens we’ll be the same age as you two, probably older. It’s starting to look like we’ll never get to go home. I don’t even remember what my room looks like anymore.”


“We’re focusing too much on the negative.


Let’s start looking at the positive.”


“The what? What from all this can we take away as positive? I’m confused.”
“Well for one you finally held your ground and stood up to your father. You left everything material he bought you behind which shows you can be independent, and most important, you let everyone know that you put Rita above everything else. I’d say that’s pretty positive.”


“Yeah, it looks nice on paper, but where has it gotten us? Nowhere. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate you pointing out that stuff, especially the Rita part, but it just feels like we’re having the same conversations over and over with no success while dad is at home giving the garage a Martha Stewart/Bob Vila makeover.
He’s not even thinking about us!”
“I do have a suggestion that might work, might not work,” mom said.
“What is it? If we haven’t done it already it’s worth a shot.”
“Why not instead of waiting for your father to come to you, you go to him? Take every emotion you feel right now and go to him with it. You’re confused as to why he can’t accept you. Explain it to each other until you hit a common point. You’re angry at the way he’s been treating you lately, confront him about it. You feel sorry about what you’re putting him through, as I know he does but just won’t say it, get those emotions off your chest. He doesn’t understand why you two need to be together, make him understand.”
I had a ting of familiarity about what mom said. “Confusion, anger, sorrow, understanding. I had a dream about those exact four emotions not too long ago.”



“A dream? How did the dream go? Did you figure out what to do?”
“Yeah I did, but that was a life or death situation, the terms were a little different.”
“Then this should be easier. You just have to convince one man to see things from your view.”
“Mom we tried all this stuff before, it just won’t work. Dad put up a wall in his head and if it has anything to do with me and Randy being together it doesn’t get through,” Rita said.
My phone rang from my pocket. I had it on vibrate and pulled it out to see Ashley calling.
“Hey Ashley. I was gonna call a little later. Can me and Rita come over in a little bit?”
“Yeah I was just about to ask you the same thing. Can you come in the next half hour?”
“Umm, yeah we can do that. We’re just finishing up here. See you in a little bit.”
“Ok see you when you get here. Don’t be making me wait and stuff.”