[[[-IF6-P9.TXT-]]] ---------------- Island Fever 6: Sanctuary Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com M/F, F/F and a whole lot more ---------------- Chapter 09: "Tumbling" ------------------------------------------- -*- Monday, October 10, 2016 -*- -*- The Island -*- "How can you stand there and claim that you love Jeremy, care about him?" Scarlett was in all-out, full-on screech mode, horribly upset, as she berated Alison, who looked defeated and pale with her eyes downcast in the corner. "If you cared about him, you would not have went and seduced him with his back one false move from returning to the hospital!" Kristanna, Pamela, Lindsay and I were in the master bedroom too, and all eyes were on Alison. It was quite an anxious and tense scene, and tempers had been flaring over the past couple of moments as Scarlett led the charge on Alison and her sudden need to perform fellatio on me an hour ago. I was supposed to take it easy today and do nothing but rest following my trip to the hospital yesterday. Yet, how could I resist when Alison woke me up earlier and offered me a blowjob? Actually, I did resist at first, but Alison ignored my pleas and burst through whatever defenses I had with the magic power of her mouth. And her deep throat. I simply did not have the willpower to turn her away. "What was that about you calling me... Mommy?" Pamela asked Alison, looking more than a bit disturbed. "I saw video footage of everything that happened in the voyeur room." Indeed, as Pamela slept beside me during the entire blowjob, Alison referred to her as _Mommy_ on multiple occasions. Of course, she had been calling me _Daddy_ the whole way through. "That's... a little creepy, Ali. I like you and all, but..." Alison sighed and hung her head lower, falling even deeper into the depths of shameful despair. "What you did was incredibly selfish!" Scarlett blasted her. "Jeremy needs to rest and recover. He is one wrong move from being back in the emergency room for another six or eight hours, or even worse, a week-long stay there as an admitted patient! And you say you couldn't HELP YOURSELF?" Scarlett seemed disgusted. "You just HAD to suck his cock?" "I love Jeremy!" Alison cried out. "I just wanted to make him feel better, make him forget the pain, for a... a bit..." "You don't LOVE Jeremy," Scarlett hissed. "If you did, you would not have forced yourself on him, and put him at risk." Scarlett paused, but then shook her head and added with pure venom, "You're a greedy, little SLUT, Alison, who..." "HEY!" Lindsay was the first to throw up an objection. "Whoa, Scarlett," Kristanna added. "No!" she insisted, defiant. "A GREEDY, LITTLE SLUT, Alison, who cares about no one but YOURSELF!" "Don't talk about my sister that way!" Lindsay flared. Alison had since literally melted, and there was seemingly nothing left of her in the corner but a puddle as she cried. "The WORST type of slut, too," Scarlett continued. "A greedy, little, COCKSUCKING slut, who thinks she can bat her pretty eyelashes and, no matter what, she will get her way. You're the most selfish person I have ever met, Alison!" "Stop it, Scarlett!" Lindsay demanded. "That's my sister!" "She flirted and sucked her way into this family!" Scarlett roared. "And now she is trying to destroy it!" "I'm warning you, Scarlett!" But Lindsay did not wait; she violently shoved her wife backward with both hands in yet another uncharacteristic display of raw anger. Scarlett, in response, seemed stunned that Lindsay would attack her. "STOP IT!" Pamela pleaded, suddenly crying, clutching her six month baby bump as if her stomach was in dire pain. Scarlett closed the distance between herself and Lindsay, ready to retaliate, but Kristanna stepped inbetween them at the last possible instant and kept both at arm's length. "You two need to SETTLE DOWN here, and act like adults," Kristanna insisted, being the peacemaker. But her focus immediately shifted to Pamela, who was still clutching her stomach. "Pamela, honey, are you okay?" "I'm fine," she insisted, sobbing. "That SLUT ruined my wedding night with Jeremy!" Scarlett growled, pointing at Alison, making reference to that infamous evening back in March 2016. "Do you remember that? I feel all sick and tired, being eight months pregnant, so I fall asleep after my own wedding reception. And what happens? Alison somehow winds up with Jeremy, my brand new husband, and has sex with him! On MY wedding night. The SLUT! Slut, slut, slut! Ruined my entire wedding, the WHOLE EXPERIENCE!" "That's a little harsh, Scarlett," Kristanna advised her. "I think Jeremy was more at fault than what..." Lindsay snuck past Kristanna, and slapped Scarlett in the face, the head, with both hands. "STOP IT! YOU WILL NOT TALK ABOUT MY SISTER THAT WAY!" Scarlett placed one hand upon Lindsay's shoulder and shoved hard, sending her falling backward onto the floor. Lindsay landed hard, and seemed to be favoring her wrist. "Don't test me, little girl!" Scarlett fired back at her. But Kristanna intervened again, and this time, she was not about to let any other physicality happen. Kristanna, remember, was an expert in the martial arts and self-defense. She backed Scarlett into the wall and placed a heavy forearm just underneath her neck, pinning her in place, while using her opposite hand to point a menacing finger toward Lindsay. "You stay there!" she commanded with authority, and Lindsay suddenly did not dare move a muscle. Kristanna then turned her focus toward Scarlett, adding, "Watch what you say. You're saying things that you're going to regret later." "You cannot deny the fact that Alison ruined my entire wedding night with Jeremy!" Scarlett countered. "No matter how I felt or not, that was OUR time to be together. She's a greedy, little slut who cares only..." "WATCH what you say," Kristanna reiterated. "And she could have put Jeremy right back in the hospital with that little stunt she pulled an hour ago!" "I'M SORRY!" Alison exploded in a sea of wild, pure emotion, seemingly having a mental breakdown in the corner. Suddenly the room was silent for several seconds, except for the sounds of Pamela and Alison both crying in unison. Alison because she had been verbally beaten, and Pamela because the constant screaming and infighting was upsetting to her, and she was six months pregnant. "Pamela, honey," Kristanna said in a calm tone, releasing her grip on Scarlett. "Pammy? Let's go someplace else, honey, so you can relax, and we can talk." Kristanna was already over at the bed with us, and helping Pamela stand up. "I'm going with you," I told Kristanna. "No, you're not," she shot back. "She's my wife, and I'm the father of her baby!" "You're staying in bed and resting," Kristanna informed me in her mother hen voice. And that was that. "Pamela is my wife, too." She gave her a reassuring kiss on the cheek. "Come on, honey. Let's go elsewhere so you can relax." "Okay," Pamela sobbed. But Kristanna had a parting shot for Scarlett and Lindsay. "If either of you," she said, pointing a threatening finger their way, "go as far to even LOOK at each other the wrong way again, let alone fight, you will answer to ME." And thus, the matriarch of the family had laid down her decree. The self-appointed queen. The who oversaw everyone. And within the structure of our family, Kristanna's word was law. It was final. No one ever debated her, because she always seemed to do what was best for the family. Once Kristanna and Pamela left the bedroom, there was another 10 seconds or so of strained, tense silence (save for Alison crying) where Lindsay and Scarlett refused to even look in the others' general direction. I do not think that either were following Kristanna's orders, per se; they were simply so disgusted with each other at the moment that it was difficult just to be in the same room together. "Ali!" Lindsay suddenly exclaimed, getting up and rushing over to her distraught, shaken lover. The two sisters hugged and cuddled in the corner as Scarlett then turned toward me, her green eyes flashing like storm clouds. "YOU," she spat in an upset, yet low, and controlled tone. The 32-year-old closed the distance between us, and placed her right hand just in front of my face. "YOU, Jeremy. You're JUST AS MUCH at fault here as Alison is." Scarlett wiggled her fingers about before my eyes, but then made a fist and proclaimed in cold anger, "I'll deal with you LATER." I gulped my throat as Scarlett turned and exited the room. Wow, that did not sound good at all... Meanwhile, Lindsay was using both hands to hold Alison's face, and she was showering her with kisses. Alison was so agitated and unraveled that she seemed completely out of her mind now, unable to control her emotions, her crying. "Shhhhh, Ali," Lindsay consoled her, the kisses continuing. "Stop crying, baby. Ali, I love you. Please stop crying? Scarlett is angry, and did not mean all those nasty things she said about you. Ali, please stop crying." Lindsay then turned and focused on me, a bitter, dismayed expression upon her face. "Ali is NOT a slut, Jeremy!" When I nodded my head at her in agreement, Lindsay went back to her sister. "Come on, baby. Maybe we need to get out of here too, and go someplace and talk? In private?" Alison seemed to be in agreement; she allowed Lindsay to pull her up from the floor, and literally drag her out of the bedroom. Of course, the moment would not have been truly complete if Lindsay did not shoot me one more enraged look. I made a motion to sit up and get out of bed - I was actually going to follow them to help soothe Alison or, better yet, find Pamela and make certain that she was okay - but my back tightened, and I felt a sharp pain near my hip. It hurt too much to even try and get out of bed right now. Furious, I returned to the mattress, cursing my injured back for not cooperating when I needed it most. But... what just happened? Scarlett claimed that Alison did not actually love me? She was, in fact, a greedy, little... <blank>, who cared about no one but herself? How could Scarlett say such a thing? From all accounts, Scarlett and Alison got along just fine. Did she hold some kind of hidden anger, or animosity, toward Alison because of what happened on our wedding night? My God; that was seven months ago, and I thought everything was patched up and ironed over the next day! But was it, really? As I recalled, when I was having a discussion with Scarlett the following morning trying to explain my version of the night's events, and why I wound up with Alison, a pregnant Kristanna burst into the bedroom, saying her water broke. Everything went into chaos rather quickly, and Kristanna had to be rushed to the hospital where labor was induced, resulting in Ariel being born one month premature. The ensuing stay in the NICU, the return trip to the hospital a week later when Ariel contracted a bad lung infection, and the fact that Kristanna was in shambles... Did Scarlett set aside her anger, or bottle it up and postpone it, because of the turmoil Kristanna and I went through when Ariel was born? The whole process took about three weeks before things finally returned to normal. And by then, Scarlett had given birth to our son, Dylan. She had certainly made no mention of our wedding since, or the fact that Alison and I had sex later that night. Fact is, despite our family and the (very abnormal) way things happen within it, I should have stayed with Scarlett that evening and comforted her because she was actually further advanced in her pregnancy than Kristanna was at the time, and was not feeling well at all. She was actually sick. Truth be told, it was something which has haunted me for seven months, and an incident that I deeply regret. And apparently, Scarlett had not forgotten about it. Alison ruined our wedding night, she claimed? Even more shocking than that accusation was the fact that Lindsay, who did not take kindly to what Scarlett was saying, got into a shouting match with her that eventually led to a physical altercation between the two. Pushing, shoving, slapping... until Kristanna put her foot down, and saw that it ended. What was the deal with Lindsay lately, anyway? Little miss sweet and innocent, the delicate, submissive flower, had slapped me across the face just yesterday when learning that I had an inappropriate dream concerning her mother. Yet, I admit that I fully deserved to be slapped. And then, today, she got into a heated argument with Scarlett and came to actual fisticuffs with her. Granted, Scarlett had been saying some fairly harsh and damaging things about Alison, her sister, but this was unlike the Lindsay I knew and loved. "FUCK!" I screamed, angry that my back would not allow me to get out of bed when I tried once again. I wanted to find Pamela and know that she was okay, that our unborn baby was safe. I wanted to hug and comfort Alison, and tell her that everything would be okay in the long run. And I wanted to find Scarlett, and try to make amends with her. "FUCK!" I roared again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" * * * Scarlett's words gnawed away at me for the next 30 minutes, long after I gave up on the idea of reaching for my cellular telephone, which was just a mere 15 feet away. But there was no way that I could get to it without assistance. I wanted to call Kristanna, get in contact with her. Lindsay, Scarlett. Anyone! Yet I had been left here alone, basically unable to move, as my family and marriage may be crumbling all around me! I felt absolutely powerless to do anything! "Krissy sent me here." I did not have to turn my head toward the entrance to recognize that smooth, friendly voice, or the rush of elegant, sultry perfume that accompanied it. But I did anyway. "Krissy sent you? How is Pamela? TELL ME!" Amy stood in front of me, the shadows under her eyes conveying the fact that she was suddenly under a lot of stress, too. "Pamela is fine," Amy responded, and I breathed a deep, ragged sigh of relief. Oh my God. If something happened to our unborn child because I could not control my libido around Alison, I have no idea how I would react. Surely, I would never forgive myself. "Pamela is in the central room with Krissy, and they are playing games with Kaden, Piper, Dani Grace and Ariel." "What about Lindsay? Alison?" "I don't know, Jeremy." "Scarlett?" I was drilling Amy now, unfortunately. "I think she went out for a walk with Dylan." "Is she okay? How is she?" "I don't know." "Devon? Trish?" "They went out boating with Jackson and Kaylee." "Lindsay? Alison?" I demanded again. "I don't KNOW, Jeremy," Amy reiterated, seeming agitated that I would ask a second time. "Look, Krissy told me what happened. She told me about the massive argument that Lindsay and Scarlett got into, about their little cat fight, and that Scarlett had some not-so-nice things to say about Alison. I am sure all of that will eventually settle, and pass over." Amy paused, then added, "I have a question for you, Jeremy." "What is it?" Amy stepped away from me and toward the coffee pot that Scarlett kept in the corner. "How can you risk your health, your future with your children as a capable father, for the delight of one, little blowjob?" Amy's words had been terse and bitter as she poured copious amounts of sugar into the cup, not bothering to look my way now. "You keep going, Jeremy, and you're really going to hurt yourself! The day after an injury like yours is always the worst! You need to stay in bed and take it easy." "I'm sorry, Amy, but I don't need this right now. I have enough people mad at me already, and I feel miserable." But then I broke down, and started crying. Everything altogether at once was just too overwhelming for me to handle. I could not bear Amy banging me with the hammer, too. "Hey, I love you," Amy said, already having swooped in and gone to my side, her arms around me in a thoughtful embrace. "Hey, just relax, okay? Why are you so upset?" "Because our family is falling apart!" I exclaimed. "Do you know just how angry Scarlett is at me right now? She absolutely hates Alison, it seems! She is FURIOUS at me!" "Oh, Jeremy," Amy chuckled. "Scarlett does not HATE Alison and while she may be mad at you, trust me, it will pass. She is just worried about you, like we all are." "You're mad at me, too!" Amy sighed. "Oh, come on, Jeremy. I'm not mad at you. You're too great of a guy for me to stay mad at for more than a couple of seconds at a time, if even that. I just want you to take better care of yourself, and be smart." I looked Amy over from head to toe, noting the hooded sweatshirt and running shoes that accompanied a cool gleam of perspiration across her forehead. Had she been working out before coming across Kristanna and Pamela? Amy returned to the corner and began brewing a fresh pot of coffee. "Jeremy?" Her voice was kind, and generous. "Yes?" I returned, settling down. "Do you want me to check on Lindsay and Alison with the voyeur room, see what they are up to?" "Yes," I answered immediately. "Yes, please. Please do. I want to know that Alison is in a better frame of mind now, and that she and Lindsay are safe." "Okay." Amy walked over to the electronic control tab on the wall and unsealed the voyeur room, which was hidden behind a false wall here in the bedroom, with a secret code, and strolled into it. There were several seconds of silence where I found myself waiting in bed with growing anticipation. "I don't see Lindsay or Alison anywhere, Jeremy..." "Huh? How is that possible?" My mind tried to come up with answers. Virtually nowhere on the island was immune from the surveillance system. Were Lindsay and Alison out at sea? No, all of the boats had cameras installed, too. "Krissy and Pamela are with the kids in the kitchen now," Amy informed me. "Pamela is laughing and playing with Kaden. Devon and Trish are relaxing away from the north shore, on _Unsinkable II_, with Jackson and Kaylee. And Scarlett is out back, on the porch, in the swing with Dylan." A moment later, Amy emerged from the voyeur room with a puzzled look on her face. "I don't see Lindsay or Alison at all. No other monitors are active, besides the one of you, here in the master bedroom. They're all linked to motion detectors, right?" Amy reached down and took the cellular telephone that had been clipped to her belt. "I'm going to call Lindsay. I'm worried about her now." "No... wait," I told Amy, as if a light bulb suddenly popped on and shone bright over my head. I had a pretty good idea where the two sisters may be. "The guest cottage, Amy." Yes, the same place where Alison gave me that blowjob of doom yesterday, just before divulging her secret desires and fantasies concerning her mother. Alison had deactivated the cameras inside the guest cottage before going there so the two of us could have a _private_ discussion. "Amy, check that the feed from the guest cottage is active and turned on. I bet you any amount of money that is where they are now." "I don't know how to check it," Amy fretted. "You know I'm not too good with computer and electronic stuff." "Then help me up," I told her. "Help me get out of bed, Amy, and help me over to the voyeur room. I know that's where they are now. I just know it!" "Help you out of bed?" Amy seemed to mull on this for a brief moment. "I don't think that's a good idea, Jeremy. Why don't I just call Lindsay instead, and ask her?" "Amy, you will come over here right now and help me out of this bed!" I told her, the dominant in me coming to the forefront. Likewise, the submissive in Amy took over, and she leapt to my side, placing my arm around her shoulders and trying to help pull me up into a standing position. "This isn't such a good idea!" Amy whined as I growled out in pain, but I motioned for her to go forward anyway. I knew Lindsay and Alison were in the guest cottage! I just knew it! And I needed to know that they were okay. It took a lot longer than it should have, but I was able to make my way into the voyeur room, and Amy helped plop me down, quite gingerly, at the control panel. Once the pain in my back subsided after being still for a bit, I did some furious typing on the keyboard and, sure enough, all six of the relay feeds from the guest cottage were turned off. One by one I brought them online, and eventually a screen flickered to life with activity. After all, the system was triggered only via motion detectors. I quickly flipped the hidden microphone on as well. "Ali, how am I supposed to take this?" Lindsay and Alison were scrunched up together in the front room of the guest cottage, hugging and cuddling like two lost Eskimos, their faces just saturated with tears. Oh my God; Lindsay had been crying too? I wanted to go there right now and hug her, and tell her everything would be okay! Alison too! We would work through the problems with Scarlett, and all would be well in the end. It just had to be! "I blow up at Jeremy, I really overreact to a dream he had," Lindsay stated. "Yet you're telling me that... you're... you are... physically attracted... to Mom? Sexually attracted?" My heart literally sank within my chest. Alison had opted to fess up and tell Lindsay of this dark secret she had as well? Perhaps because of all the drama that ensued earlier with Scarlett, and the way Lindsay came to Alison's aid? Or did Alison intend on telling Lindsay all along? "What the...?" Amy said, and I closed my eyes and sighed as a result. Amy knew of Alison's secret now, too! Somehow, I would have to convince Amy not to tell any of the others. Surely, Alison did not want everyone knowing something so incredibly shameful. "Alison is attracted to her MOM?" I glanced up at Amy and sighed again, but then turned and re-focused on the monitor. "How is that possible?" "I don't know!" Alison whined at Lindsay. "I just don't know! But it's been that way for years... I always thought that Mom was so beautiful, so pretty, so... perfect. I was attracted to her even before I was attracted to you..." Alison sniffed her nose and added, "I've seen pictures of Mom when she was 20, 21, 22. You look exactly like her." Lindsay pulled back and covered her front with both arms and shivered as if she was cold. "So you're attracted to me because I remind you of Mom when she was younger?" "No, not at all!" Alison countered. "God, Lindsay... I love you! Being with you, and getting with Jeremy has been the greatest thing that ever happened to me!" Lindsay softened, and again let Alison reel her in for an embrace. Alison proceeded to shower her with kisses. "I love you so much, Lindsay, and cannot wait to marry you this Saturday!" "But how can you be attracted to Mom?" "How?" Alison countered. "I don't know. I just am. What's so wrong with it? You're my sister, and I love you. You love me. We're together, right? Why is it such a problem that I'm attracted to Mom? What's the difference?" "Because it's MOM!" Lindsay exclaimed. "People are not supposed to feel that way about their very own mother!" "Are they supposed to feel that way about their sister?" Alison shrugged her shoulders. "Yet, you do. I do." "Mom is SACRED to me, and always will be," Lindsay told her. "Mom loved Dad more than life itself; more than ANYTHING, and she has not even gone as far as to even talk to another man since Dad died four years ago. You know how much they loved each other. And you're attracted to her? You've stayed awake at night and fantasized about her?" Alison was stunned that Lindsay had this sort of negative reaction. "If that makes me a bad person, a sinner, then I am sorry. But I cannot help the way that I feel." "And what's this about you calling Jeremy Daddy?" Lindsay asked. "Getting back to the earlier topic. WHY are you calling him Daddy, Alison? That is... really strange." "Because he's like a Daddy to me. He is like a Daddy to you too, Lindsay, and DON'T YOU DARE deny it. You think about him, you love and respect him, the same way I do. He filled that void in your life - the same one I had." "Jeremy is NOT like a Daddy to me; Jeremy is my HUSBAND!" Lindsay blew up at her. "That's two entirely different things, Alison! Some of the other girls here used to tease me, tell me that Jeremy was to me the way you see him - he was my new, quote, Daddy - until one day I finally told them to SHUT THE FUCK UP and stop. That whole idea, Ali, creeps me the fuck out! And how can you sit there and call Jeremy _DADDY_? You're desecrating Dad, his memory, by doing that!" Alison made a face. "How am I desecrating Dad and his memory, his legacy? Are you saying that Jeremy is a bad person? That he is not as good as Dad was, as worthy?" "What I am saying that is that Dad is our FATHER, and Jeremy is my HUSBAND," Lindsay retorted, upset. "Is? It's _was_, Lindsay. Was. Dad is no longer alive." Lindsay looked crestfallen, and was on the verge of crying. "How could you possibly say that? Dad is and always will be our father! Jeremy is not a replacement for him, and I take great offense to you calling Jeremy Daddy!" Her face turned quite sour. "You even called Pamela... Mommy!" Alison shrugged her shoulders yet again. "Pamela is older and has that mature vibe going, you have to admit. But you're right; she is certainly no replacement for Mom." "Yet Jeremy is a replacement for Dad?" "Why not? Dad is no longer alive." Lindsay was seething with anger. "Look, baby," Alison said, reaching out with both hands and running them up and down Lindsay's arms and shoulders. "There is no need to argue or bicker about this. Let's just settle down and I'll explain things a bit further, tell you why I feel the way I do." Lindsay backed off, though, clearly not interested. "Do you remember when I first went to Norway, and asked if I could maybe join the family?" "Yeah," Lindsay responded, seeming weary. "When I was pregnant with Kaylee, and you, Mom, Gina and Jennifer all came to visit." Gina and Jennifer, of course, were Lindsay and Alison's two other sisters. Both of them were older. "I only agreed to give you a chance in the family, Ali, because I knew Trish was attracted to you, and so was Jeremy." My eyes narrowed at those words. Lindsay talked me into bringing Alison into the mix because _I_ was attracted to her? That was certainly news to me. "But you grew to love me, just as I love you." "I wanted you to be happy, Ali!" Lindsay shot back at her. "I wanted Jeremy to be happy, for Trish to be happy! Everyone was getting along so good, I kind of just tossed all caution aside, and jumped into this relationship head first with you. The TWO MOST IMPORTANT people in my life, besides my little baby daughter, are Jeremy and Trish, bar none, and I knew they were both wildly attracted to you. And yes, you are my sister and yes, I love you. I love you very, very much, and all I have ever wanted is for you to be happy, too." Inside the voyeur room, Amy looked down at me. "Is Lindsay saying that she's really not that into Alison?" Perhaps realizing this as well, or at least contemplating it, Alison was the one who now seemed hurt. "Hasn't it all worked out?" Lindsay asked her. "I do love you, Ali. I'm marrying you because I LOVE YOU. Isn't that what you have wanted? Jeremy is your Daddy now, I suppose, and you are his little girl. And you and Trish? Well, you and Trish are best friends now. Best buds! You go surfing nearly every single day, hiking, swimming, zip-lining... Trish gets you to do all the things that I won't do, because I prefer to stay home. I'm not the adventurous type." Alison pouted. "You always were a home-body, Lindsay. I never could get you to go out and play with me." "Jeremy is happy, Trish is happy, and YOU are happy," Lindsay reiterated. "Again, aside from Kaylee, Jeremy and Trish are number one and number two in my life. You are third. The three most important people in my life are happy, so I am happy and, as a result, I'm marrying my sister this coming Saturday night. And Mom hates us now because of it." "Yeah..." Alison drawled out. "About Mom..." "What about her?" Alison frowned. "That's the other thing I wanted to talk to you about, Lindsay. It's why I asked you to come here to the guest cottage with me, since I feel like being totally open and honest after the way Scarlett treated me earlier, and how you defended me." Alison paused, then frowned again. "You may not like what I am about to say to you... but I feel as if I need to tell you, before we officially get married." "What is it?" "I was already in love with you - I have been for years because you are the most awesome, sexiest sister a girl could possibly have - but once I fell in love with Jeremy and started seeing him in the light I do, I... I had a vision." "The light you do? As... Daddy?" Lindsay seemed utterly repulsed to even say that. Likewise, I felt shame as her husband. I was the one who agreed to the immoral role-play. "Yes, as Daddy," Alison nodded. "So... Mom not talking to us. Yeah." She hesitated again, seeming to struggle with the correct words to say. "Do you remember when we first told Mom that you and I were... dating, I guess, an item? Mom did not like it - she hated it, in fact - but she... she did not shut us out completely like she has in recent months." "Yes, I remember," Lindsay told her. "Mom got so disgusted with the idea that eventually, she did shut us out. She has not spoken to me - to us - for four months. One day, I guess she decided enough was enough," Alison glanced away briefly. "That's not entirely true. You know, the part about her becoming so fed up and disgusted with it, that she just decided to cut us off." "What do you mean, Ali?" "I don't know... maybe it was dumb on my part, but I had this grand vision one day," she said. "I called Mom on the telephone one day from Norway, and I... I told her of the attraction that I felt for her." "You did WHAT?" Lindsay was floored, and for good reason. "I know it was stupid and I regret it, but I actually told Mom some other stuff too," Alison fretted. "Now keep in mind, Lindsay, that Mom has been so incredibly lonely the past four years since Dad died. It really pains me that Mom does not have anyone in her life that she can share things with, someone who will do nice things for her, bring her flowers, just... make her happy. It's really hurtful to me." "It's hurtful to me, too!" Lindsay countered. "But how could you have possibly told Mom that you are attracted to her? Oh my God, it must have freaked her out completely!" "It did," Alison nodded. "I told her other things too." "Like what?" "Mom was so lonely, Lindsay, yet here I was in Norway, so incredibly happy and taken care of, loving and living with my sister, with Jeremy - who I saw as a fatherly influence more and more with every passing day - I... I just..." "What, Ali?" Lindsay demanded once her words trailed off. Alison took a deep breath and sighed. "I asked Mom if she wanted to move to Norway, and join our family." "Holy HELL!" Amy exclaimed in the voyeur room, bringing both hands to her mouth and covering it in astonishment. "YOU DID WHAT?" Lindsay repeated, but this time, in a loud, screeching fit. "Mom said no, of course, but I still tried to convince her further, and I went a little overboard in doing so." Alison sighed and shook her head. "I told Mom that I loved her, and would see to it that she was finally... happy again. I kind of also told her that you loved her the same way I do, Lindsay, and so... so did... Jeremy." Every nerve ending within my body went dull with horror as Alison confessed further, "I... I told Mom that... that we could be a family again, like old times..." "WHAT?" Lindsay erupted in a maniacal rage, springing to her feet and knocking a hardcover book clear across the room from a nearby stand in the process. "YOU TOLD MOM _WHAT_?" "I miss Dad, too!" Alison whined, suddenly trying to defend herself. "Don't you see, Lindsay? Please, God... see it from my point of view! Mom could have moved in with us, and... and we... we could have been a FAMILY again! I told Mom we could have made her happy because she... she deserves it! I tried to explain to her how wonderful life in Norway is! Mom is so kind, so sweet, such a special lady! And I... you too, for that matter, we would have each other as sisters, we would have Mom and we... we... we would have..." "JEREMY AS OUR DADDY?" Lindsay roared. "YOU TOLD MOM THIS?" "Yes," Alison admitted, full of shame. "YES! I told Mom that maybe one day, she could marry Jeremy, and maybe even us, too! I got way too carried away with everything! I wanted to try and convince her of how great it could be. It's why Mom refuses to talk to either of us anymore. Mom is under the impression, and this is my fault, that you and Jeremy want her too! She thinks you want her just as much as I do!" Within the voyeur room, I felt Amy's hand on my shoulder. "Oh my God, Jeremy... this is why Leslie hates you now! You and Lindsay, and Trish, you all spent two years working on your relationship with Leslie, your friendship, gaining her trust, showing her that Lindsay, despite our very unique marriage and lifestyle, was in a good place, a good spot. You all worked so hard getting her to the point where she felt comfortable, and at ease, with the choices Lindsay made." "And Alison destroyed everything with one telephone call," I whispered, yet my body was trembling with infinite furor. I was _boiling_ inside! "Alison ruined the mother-daughter relationship that Lindsay had with Leslie, too!" Amy fretted. "Oh my God. Lindsay loves her mom, always has, always will; has never had an impure thought about her, even once. Leslie is like a hero to Lindsay, her guardian angel, a patron saint. Yet now, Leslie is under the impression that Lindsay wants her to move to Norway and shack up with us, jump right into bed with two of her daughters and her... her... son-in-law." Lindsay, meanwhile, was shell-shocked. She looked pale as a ghost, and mostly lifeless. "Mom hates me because of you." "Baby, wait!" Alison cried. "I just thought it was best that I come clean now, and be totally upfront and honest with you! Maybe before we go back home, back to Norway, Jeremy can have Captain Mike stop in Ohio and we can go see Mom, and I will tell her everything. EVERYTHING, I swear! I've been meaning to do it for a long time, but every time that I call her, she hangs up on me before I can get two words out..." "Mom hates me because of you," Lindsay repeated, her voice low and calm, and her expression devoid of any emotion. It seemed like she was in a state of utter shock. "Dad is dead, and Mom... hates me because of you. She refuses to talk to me. She... refuses to even... acknowledge my existence. I'm the... I'm the Devil, in her eyes... because... of you." "I will make it all better!" Alison insisted, still crying. "God, Lindsay! Can't you see? I'm being honest with you!" "That is one SICK and TWISTED little girl," Amy proclaimed in the voyeur room, obviously making reference to Alison. "She probably has tried to instigate incest throughout her entire family, even her other two sisters. and sees you as the replacement for her father, Jeremy. That's... awful." "MOM HATES ME BECAUSE OF YOU!" Vaporous anger erupted from my wife like a volcano this time around as she glared down at her younger sister. It seemed that Lindsay wanted to pummel Alison with her fists, a chair, a bat... anything that she could find. But Lindsay kept her cool, at least not reacting with violence, and removed the engagement ring she had so proudly worn on her finger for the past five months. "I want you OUT OF MY LIFE, ALISON!" she roared, slamming the ring onto the nearby end table, chunks of it breaking off and bouncing elsewhere. Shattered, just like their sisterly bond, and the love they shared. Alison stood up, looking sick and distraught, amazed at what Lindsay was saying to her. "I want you off of this island this INSTANT! I NEVER want to see you again! I FUCKING hate your GUTS!" And with that, Lindsay turned and sprinted away, out of the guest cottage, and into parts unknown. "Lindsay, baby, WAIT!" Alison pleaded, running after her. "Lindsay, I love you! CAN'T WE TALK? I JUST WANTED US TO BE A FAMILY AGAIN! LINDSAY! LINDSAYYYYY!" Amy glanced my way for a brief instant, but then turned and bolted out of the voyeur room as if she was shot out of a cannon. Obviously, Amy was going to go after Lindsay and do whatever it took to find her in case she had plans of doing something drastic, either to herself, or her sister. "KRISSY!" I heard Amy scream. "KRISSY, I NEED YOUR HELP!" My first impulse, naturally, was to get up and join the chase for Lindsay. Her safety was my top priority, but I was actually more concerned for her emotional well-being at the moment. The wedding was off, obviously, and Lindsay was screaming like a madwoman as I watched her run through the athletic complex via the surveillance system and then into the adjacent forest. Lindsay was frantic; perhaps delusional, having just broken ties with her fiancee and sister, but even worse, knowing that her mother had shut her out of her life because of that same fiancee and sister, and a series of lies. Yet when I tried to stand up and go sprinting after Lindsay as well, my back - you guessed it - had different ideas. A sharp pain ensued, and I subsequently roared out like a ferocious, caged lion in pure anger, and promptly sat back down. I then took the voyeur room's keyboard and flung it as hard as I possibly could, and the end result was a cracked monitor in front of me with smoke billowing out from it. <<<- End of Chapter 09 ->>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- - -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Island Fever 6: Sanctuary" (c) 2016 JeremyDCP - JeremyDCP@hotmail.com Feedback is always appreciated!