Must Read: An Incest Birthday (18+)

Episode 7 years ago

Must Read: An Incest Birthday (18+)

We walked down the street to where we were forced to park and got in with Rita driving and me in the passenger so I could lay back and enjoy the feeling of justice being served. My almost killer spending the rest of his life in prison was good news we needed bad.

“Glad it’s finally over?” Rita asked noticing me leaned back in my seat.
“Yeah, it’s been hanging over my head for too long. I’m glad it’s finally done.”
“Me too. Now we never have to worry about him again, I’m already forgetting his name.”
“We should celebrate. Let’s go do something we haven’t done in a long time.”
“Well I know you’re not talking about s*x,” Rita laughed. What haven’t we done? Where am I even going? I’m just driving around without a sense of direction.”
“Let’s go to the ice cream shop. I haven’t been there in months.”
Rita looked over cautiously. “Are you sure you’re ready to go back?”
“I am. This whole business is done. I can finally go back with no ill feelings about it now.”
“Ok. If you’re ready to go back then I’m ready to go back. Two banana splits coming up.”
Now that we had our destination we headed to the ice cream shop we haven’t been to since the day I was shot there. We parked and before going up to the booth to order we just looked at the area where everything happened. I looked at the area where I hit into the gate, where we went crashing through tables, and where I hit the ground after I was shot. The area has been moved around and fixed since, but most of everything was still fresh in my mind, and I could tell it was still in Rita’s too by the way she secretly intertwined our fingers.


“This is our neighborhood, I don’t know if we should do that here,” I whispered.
“This is where I almost lost you. This will always be an emotional spot for me.”
“Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and everything that happened on that day and every day since made me stronger, and made us stronger.”
“Yeah it has, but it didn’t have to be that hard, we almost didn’t make it.”
“If it was easy it wouldn’t be worth it. Now we both know what it takes to make it.”
“I like that, I’m gonna use that as my favorite quote from now on.”
“Speaking of favorite, those banana splits won’t order and eat themselves.”
We went up to the booth to order our ice cream and I remembered to turn our phones back on. When I did I had a few missed texts from mom, Ashley, and Chris, so I texted them back to let them know what happened. I also had a few missed calls from Ashley so I decided to save time and just call her; she picked up right when I was about to hang up.
“I didn’t think you we’re gonna call back so soon, I almost didn’t hear it ring,” Ashley said.
“We decided to go to the ice cream shop, and before you ask, yeah that one,” I said.
“Oh. I haven’t been there since everything happened either. Is it ok if I come too?”
“Depends on how fast you can swing over here before the ice cream is gone.”


“I’m close. I drove slow from downtown because I kept thinking about what that asshole said. I can be there in around five minutes. Order me a banana split since I know that’s what you got.”
“We’re gonna be sitting in practically the same bench from last time when you get here.”
“Ok, see you in a little bit.”
I hung up and waved for Rita to add another banana split to the order since Ashley was coming and sat down to wait for them to get made. Whoever cleaned up did a good job of fixing up the area. If you weren’t there the night everything went down you wouldn’t be able to tell anything was damaged. Pieces of that night started flashing in my head, but since I was finally past it I was able to push them aside so they didn’t take over my thoughts anymore.
“You ok Randy?” Rita asked when she saw me staring off into the distance.


“Yeah. I never thought I’d be coming back here, but here I am. It’s almost like a kind of retribution, being able to come back to the place where I almost lost my life.”
“Let’s leave it at that, ‘almost’, and move on. I wanna be able to enjoy this place again, not have a flashback of you bleeding on the concrete every time I come here.”
“Me too. They’re calling us, our ice cream is done, I’ll go get it.”
I walked up to the booth and paid and picked up our ice cream, and on the way back I saw a newspaper clipping of the story they did on me getting shot pinned to the wall. It didn’t show me, but it showed the busted tables and rails where everything happened. I’m not gonna lie, it kinda rattled me for a second seeing that, but like I said before, it was time to leave that behind and get back to enjoying this place for what it was good for, the ice cream. I fixed myself and walked back to the table to see Ashley had shown up while I was away.


“How long was I up there? I didn’t see you come over,” I said.
“I just got here. I had to stop at the bank and get some money out,” Ashley said.
“Oh, ok. Well ice creams here, three banana splits, mine with sprinkles.”
“Why didn’t you get mine with sprinkles? I like sprinkles on my split! Sprinkles!”
“Because you didn’t say anything about sprinkles on the phone, so you got a plain butt0ckz regular old sprinkle-less split. Everybody wants to be like Randy.”
“Yeah whatever,” Ashley said as she looked around the area like we did when we first got there. “It still looks the same, like nothing ever happened.”
“Yeah that’s what we said. Then again it has been over three months,” Rita said.
“That bastard held a knife to me right there. He better not Bleeping get out of jail.”
“He’s done. The way he was talking in the room I wouldn’t be surprised if they added another ten years to his sentence for being stupid. He was making threats in front of guards,” I said.
“That’s because he knew he was done. He was just trying to get the last word in.
“Well you and Rita took care of that. That line about a pissed off woman was classic.”
“Yeah I felt proud of myself after I said it. That came out of nowhere,” Rita said.
“Alright enough of talking about him, have you thought about what you’re gonna do about staying over at my house or staying at Stephanie and Chris’ house?” Ashley asked.
“We thought about it, and we like staying there, but we can’t help thinking we’ve been there too long. Eventually everybody wants to be free in their house and they can’t do that with us there mooching off their space, so we’re gonna mooch off yours for a while,” Rita said.


“Well when you put it like that how can I not agree to it,” Ashley joked.


“It’s best. We give the Wilson’s some breathing room and we get a change of scenery, and I stops dad from making a scene since he definitely won’t do that at a client’s house, Sh*t after that ‘discussion’ we had a few days ago he probably won’t show up at the Wilson’s either.”
“It’s still bad huh? You think he’s ever going to budge?”
“He made it clear the other day he’s not. He can’t support it in his own words. To a certain extent I understand where he’s coming from but I mean we’re you kids, you should be looking out for our best interest, and we are each other’s best interest,” I said.
“Your dad is one of those once his mind is made up there’s no changing it kind of dad’s, my dad used to be like that until he and my mom separated, then he completely flipped.”
“Well I don’t see my parents divorcing, so the only thing that’ll be able to change his mind would be me getting shot again, and I don’t plan on that happening again.”
“Well then Rita has to get pregnant by another guy or something,” Ashley joked.
“Yeah there’s a better chance of Randy getting shot again than that happening,” Rita said. “Not saying I’d rather it happen or anything, but you know what I mean.”
“So when are you coming? Dana, Becky and Carina are gonna be over tonight but if you’re bringing your stuff over today I can kick those bitches out.”
“Maybe tomorrow, so we have time to get all our stuff together,” Rita said.
“By we, she means her. I left for weeks and fit all my stuff in one bag, she left for days and has three bags, which are all emptied out in their house,” I laughed.



“Yeah yeah whatever, girls have more body parts to attend to than boys, we have to be ready for anything, you’ll never understand our struggle,” Rita said.
“They never will. That’s why it takes us four hours to get ready to go out. We have to look our absolute best at all times because there’s always that one asshole who will find that ONE flaw that we didn’t have time to fix and point it out to the world,” Ashley said.
“If he points it out then he’s not the one you should be talking to anyway,” I said.
“Yeah but what about when he tells everyone around him about it?”
“If they let it bother them then they aren’t the ones you should be talking to either.”
“Look at you, sounding like Dr. Phil and Oprah rolled into one person.”
“And dad wants me to give this up, uh no. I have it all here… looks, brains, sense of humor, personality, treats me like a queen, and that J0yst!ck, oh my god that J0yst!ck. Best part,” Rita said.


“Yeah I had a close up view of the action last time you were at my house. Between as hard as he was Bleeping you and how much you squirted I don’t know who had a better time.”
“Me definitely. Always me. I’ve never not come when we had any type of s*x.”
“And there we go again, flying through topics like there’s no tomorrow,” I laughed.
“Using two negatives back to back, damn Rita he got your brain all twisted up just thinking about it! One thing though, my bed is off limits. You two are liable to F**K anywhere and I’ve seen the messes you leave behind. I’d like to be able to sleep in my bed.”
“Deal, if you go buy the second round of banana splits,” I said as I finished mine.
“We probably shouldn’t have eaten these ones, we didn’t eat dinner yet. If we don’t eat like we normally do Jim is gonna know something’s up,” Rita said.
“It won’t matter, I’m still hungry. Besides, it’s not like we’re twelve, we won’t exactly lose our appetites and Jim and Marie won’t send us to our rooms for eating dessert before dinner. That would be pretty funny if they did though,” I said.


“So tomorrow? I’ll clean out a space and the hot tub. That same water from the last time we were all there’s been bubbling around in there because I forgot to turn on the self-cleaning thing. Knowing you two there’s probably some other stuff floating around in there too…”
“I wouldn’t put it past us. Anytime, anywhere is always an option.”
“Yeah yeah you freaks, you F**K in it you clean it out and pay for damages.”
“We’ll think about it. We should get back, Jim probably almost has dinner finished.”
“Ok, call before you come over, don’t do that drop-by crap on me, I won’t let you in.”


“That’s code for ‘I need time to stop masturbating before I let you in,” Rita laughed.
“That’s only half true, at this point I don’t care if you see me or not, I’ve seen enough of you to be able to tell where your kids birthmarks are gonna be.”
“Aaaaaand on that note it’s time to go. We’ll call you and let you know tomorrow,” I said.
“What I say? Ok, call me tomorrow, don’t wait too late.”
We went back to the car and drove back to Stephanie and Chris’ house. As good of a time as we were having there, we had to leave. We needed to give them a break from us constantly being there, and to be honest, we needed to give their refrigerator a break. We ate up so much of their food I don’t know how there’s anything left in the house at all. We got back to Stephanie and Chris’ house to see them standing on the porch waiting for us with their arms crossed and a fake pissed off look on their face, or real, I couldn’t really tell.