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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
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Johnsons - 2 (family, inc)
By Asger H|gsted (c) 1992
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Will stumbled down the stairs, almost falling down in his frustration.
Yet another time he had screwed everything up. He felt like a jerk.
No, the look in his wife's eyes as she woke up, made him feel like
a bastard. It was a breach of the trust he and his wife had developed
through their eight years of marriage. Was it really that long ago?
Yes, he remembered how he had been on the verge of taking his own
life after his first wife, Laila, was killed in a car crash. Will
had been trapped in the driver's seat as the car had turned over.
His seat belt was jammed, and he could only listen, while his wife
cried faintly, her young life slowly leaving her. She had died in
the ambulance, on the way to the hospital, of internal wounds. Will
lost his mind and cried at her shoulder until he fell asleep. When
he awoke, he cried again; all he could see was his Laila's pretty
face, her warm smile, her deep brown eyes. The only things that
had kept him from taking his own life were his children...and Suzy.
Suzy had come to his rescue. She was the only person who succeeded
in getting through to him in that period - by saving his life. She
caught him walking across the street, blindly looking straight
ahead, as a big truck came roaring down the street in his direction.
She was the only person there with courage and willpower enough to
save him; she had leaped at him and shoved him hard across the
street, then had fallen herself. What really got Will out of his
apathy was the sight of the young woman who had just saved his
life, rolling on her back, missing the huge truck only by inches
as the driver hit his brakes a few seconds too late.
That somebody would risk their life for him, convinced Will that
his life still was worth living. She got a concussion from the
fall, and Will's respect for human life, his own as well as other's,
slowly returned as he sat by her bed, holding her hand and waiting
for her to awake from her unconsciousness. They fell in love, but
waited for marriage until he was sure that she wasn't marrying him
out of pity.
Now, he loved her more than ever and at 30, he mused, she looked
better than ever. And that was why he felt so miserable now. No,
he couldn't blame that on her, it was his own fault. He was tormented
by guilt over his lecherousness, his uncontrollable lust for her.
To take advantage of her when she was sleeping wasn't exactly his
idea of the correct behaviour for a gentleman, as which he had
always considered himself - until now. Abusing his wife in her
sleep; he had to admit he had done some really stupid things before,
but this took the prize. It would have been easier going through
life with a minimum of sex if Suzy hadn't been so stunningly
beautiful. Her big, brown eyes, her firm body, the slender legs,
the long dark hair - He felt his pants tighten and cursed himself.
It just seemed to him as a damn waste, having a pretty wife and
only getting laid once a month, at the most! He figured he just
had to forget it. Perhaps she was sexually inhibited, but she was
a loving mother and wife and a true friend, and after all, that
was what really mattered.
Upon entering the kitchen, he heard a muffled scream from the
children's room. He rushed down the corridor and opened the door.
Will's conscious mind almost blacked out, as he found his son
kneeling naked on the bed, his head between his sister's parted
legs, his mouth attached to her genitals and his penis squirting
semen all over the bed and his sister. Will felt his sanity remove
quickly escaping him as he raised his right arm above his head.
Suzy, sleepily descending the stairs, heard a very loud slapping
noise and, terrified, she hurried down the stairs and started
looking for her husband and the children. Another slapping noise,
followed by a scream, made panic rise in Suzy. She ran through the
house and found them in time to see Will raise his arm again, Anne
lying on Andy's bed, crying and with a big dark red mark on each
cheek. Suzy immediately realized the circumstances, but the only
thing that mattered to her was that her husband was hitting his
children. She swiftly leapt in between Will and the bed, preventing
him from hitting Anne again. His sleepy, glazed eyes made a sharp
contrast to the sharp, threatening tone in his voice as he said :
"Get out of my way!" Suzy straightened herself as she said : "You're
NOT hitting my children as long as I'm still your wife!" Will showed
his teeth as he said : "They're not your children. Move away." That
really hurt. Suzy felt her eyes dampening as she faced him with
the attitude of an cornered tigress, shouting : "GO AWAY! GO AWAY
AND LEAVE THEM ALONE! HOW COULD YOU!? YOU *BASTARD*!!" Suzy's voice
cracked into a scream, making Will back some distance away; the
effect of her words was as shocking as if she had hit him. Andy
was hiding his face at his sister's shoulder as their parents
quarreled. Anne softly stroked his hair, looking at the two adults
with tears in her eyes. Will turned and left the room. Suzy fell
onto the bed and burst in tears. After a while, she sat up and
hugged both children, still sobbing. She looked at Anne's cheek,
where the outline from Will's big hand still glowed red, and began
crying again.
Will fell hard in an armchair. This couldn't be happening! He had
almost forgotten his desire, when he saw his children, naked and
embracing each other. And as if it wasn't bad enough already, he
could feel that he lusted for his daughter! His own daughter, God
damn it! He wanted to part her lovely legs and shove his hard prick
inside her teenage pussy, fuck her until he squirted his sperm deep
into her. He felt his pants tighten around his loins, unable to
control his feelings and the reactions of his body. This was all
wrong. He knew he had to do something to keep him from going crazy.
He grabbed the remote control, remembering that the film in the
VCR was a porno flick. He snapped the tv set on and pressed the
play button. The picture appeared, showing a scene from 'Jack and
Jill II'. A man was sliding his big, hard penis into the dark cunt
of a panting female, sucking her pert breasts. Will saw himself
unzipping his pants and producing his pounding prick. As in a
trance, he slowly began jerking off, his gaze fixed to the screen.
The stud now pulled his dong out and sprayed his jism over his
playmate's face. Will fast-forwarded to his favourite scene, still
stroking his penis. Samantha Fox appeared, smiling to a masculine
hunk, who was eating her perfect body with his eyes. Will increased
the volume. "I want you to suck me, babe!" "Okay, but you mustn't
cum in my mouth." She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to allow
him to insert his huge prick between her lips. He began to pump
it, as she sucked him, slowly moving back and forth. Then he
stripped her, revealing her gigantic tits and the light brown patch
of pubic hair on her pussy. Will increased his tempo. Sam positioned
herself over the stud, slowly inserted his throbbing cock in her
tender pussy, and began moving her round hips. Her breasts swayed
wildly as they fucked, her nipples standing out hard. Then she
leaned over and pressed a breast against her lover's lips. He parted
them, sucking her nipple. She grabbed her tit and massaged it in
hard strokes towards his mouth, milking it. Her face went out of
focus, and when Will looked again, he saw his daughter's face. Anne
was pushing her big breasts into her lover's mouth, and Will
recognized himself sucking her tits. As the guy pulled his dick
out and spurted semen onto Sam's jumping tits, Will jerked his
prick past the explosion point. His sperm shot out, splashing on
his shirt and hands. After a few last strokes to bring out the last
semen, he got up, dried himself with a kleenex and, after stopping
the movie, he left for work.
Half an hour passed and nothing happened. Then Anne stood and
began getting dressed. Still crying a little, she left for school.
Suzy looked out the window, watching Anne cycling away. "Mom", Andy
said. Suzy turned and answered "Yes?" in a soft voice. "Was it very
wrong, what Anne and I did?" Suzy drew a deep breath. "Well.. .
did she force you?" "No, of course she didn't." "And you didn't
force her?" "No! I could never hurt Anne!" "I know, baby, I know",
she said, hugging him close, then looking deep into his eyes. "If
both the boy and the girl want to, there is nothing wrong, Andy.
But brothers and sisters doing...what you did..It isn't right for
close family to...have sex with each other. And since your father
obviously feels so strongly about this, I must ask you to never do
it again. Will you promise me that, Andy?" "Ok, Mom, we won't do
it again." She hugged him again. While Andy trembled in her arms,
Suzy thought about Will. She felt like crying again. She couldn't
bear to quarrel with anyone, and least of all with Will. She knew
how sensitive he was, and she wondered what he was doing.
Will stomped the gas pedal onto the floor of the car, taking a
turn with screaming tires. He overtook all the cars on the road,
ignoring the loud, protesting noises coming from the old car.
Suddenly, another car came from the other direction, horn blaring.
He barely managed to get the car back into the right lane before
the car whizzed by. He tried to settle his nerves and control his
driving, as strange thoughts raced through his tormented mind.
Andy wondered which things were bad and which weren't. He remembered
that he and his cousin, Jonathan, had talked about sex when he had
visited his aunt. He felt unable to tell his mother about this; he
had a feeling that it had been wrong to do what they did. They had
seen a football game together with his uncle, who then had begun
touring all the bars he could find. The boys had returned home,
and his cousin had brought him into his parent's bedroom, since
his aunt was at work at the time. Jonathan had produced a sex
magazine from his father's dresser drawer. The pictures had shown
naked men and women doing mostly the same thing that he and Anne
had been doing this morning, only then he didn't know anything
about sex, what it was or how it felt. Andy remembered how wildly
his heart had beaten as his eyes devoured the hard-core pictures.
Jonathan, even though he was a year younger than Andy, had shown
him how he jerked off. He had unzipped his pants and started pulling
on his already erect adolescent prick. He looked at the pictures
while he told Andy how good it felt, his hand clasping his cock as
little drops of pre-cum coated his dickhead. He asked Andy if he
had ever played with himself. He hadn't tried it before, but he
told his cousin he had done it a lot so that Jonathan wouldn't
tease him. Andy looked at the pictures, glancing at his cousin's
growing cock now and then, and suddenly felt his own prick swell.
His member had slowly erected, as he had fantasized about doing to
Anne, what the men iAndy found out that he could contract his
rectum, making it clench Jon's cock, and everytime he did it,
his cousin gasped and humped faster.
Andy began gripping his cousin's prick with his asshole in
a quick, steady rhythm, and soon he felt Jon's cock throb inside
his ass. Then Andy emitted a muffled scream as his own jumping
prick began spurting wildly for the second time, coating his stomach
with sticky semen. Jonathan unloaded himself in his asshole, and
while his cock shot his cum into Andy's rear entry, the last few
drops pulsed out of Andy's trembling prick.
Andy was jerked back to reality as his mother sighed and said :
"Oh well." Suzy sat up slowly, wiping her damp eyes. "I'd better
get going." She hugged Andy one last time, then stood and slowly
left the room. She remembered, how hard the door had slammed after
Will and sighed, feeling a cold, hard knot building in her stomach.
She didn't like this, she didn't like it at all. Will had never
said anything to willfully hurt her before, not ever. Of course it
was wrong what Anne and Andy had done, but Will's reaction to
previous problems and crises, that seemed graver to Suzy, compared
to this, had only been to love her more and regain his strength
from her loyalty and affection. Maybe this hit him harder, because
it involved _his_ children; or so he thought. He was wrong! She
loved them with all of her heart, as if they had been her own, and
normally she always thought of them as her own. But Will's words
had reminded her of the distinction. She promised herself that she
wouldn't let this come between her and Will. She climbed the stairs
slowly, deep thoughts occupying her mind.
She pushed the bathroom door open and entered the tiled room,
regarding herself as she removed her silk robe. She pushed the door
shut again and shook her head, making her hair fly, then settling
on her bare shoulders. As she eyed the naked brunette in the mirror,
she wondered why Will found her so attractive. He always told her
how beautiful she was, embarrassing her; she didn't agree. She
remembered that one night they stood in the garden after having
tucked the children in, holding each other and looking at the stars.
The night had been warm, and the sky had been so clear that the
whole universe seemed to have fixed its gaze upon them. It made
Suzy feel small and insignificant to watch these innumerable spots
of light. "Oh Will, the stars are so beautiful!", she had breathed.
"Mmhhm", Will hummed and gave her a gentle squeeze. "And so are
you, sweetheart." She blushed and he kissed her forehead gently.
"Do you really think so?", she had stuttered. "Yes I do. Of course
I do. You're so pretty that even the stars pale compared to you.
And besides, you're much warmer and softer to hold than a star",
he said, pulling her close. He smiled to her, a warm smile, and
she could tell he wasn't making fun of her. But still, as she rested
her head against his broad chest, she just couldn't quite believe
him.
She still couldn't. She studied her face in the mirror. Her nose
was too long, her brows too dark and her eyes too big. At least
she had nice teeth. No, in fact, they were only average. Her front
teeth were a little too white to look nice. Her eyes slowly moved
down. Her shoulders were okay, but then..her breasts. They were
much too big. She sighed and promptly regretted the movement, which
made her breasts ripple and swing a bit. She wondered why Will
always tried to convince her to not wear a bra. He couldn't possibly
want to be seen with a woman who looked like she packed a pair of
rugby balls underneath her shirt. She had let him convince her
once, and only once. She had been so embarrassed, feeling like all
the people in the restaurant were looking at her. She imagined them
thinking "Look at that poor guy, married to a cow." She had cried
on the way home, and Will had tried to comfort her, apparently
puzzled by her reaction. Ever since then, she always wore a bra
when she left the house, one that squeezed her breasts as small as
possible. She used a 42C-size, but she'd easily fill out a 46DD.
Since it caused her pain to wear the smaller bra, she left it off
at home.
And her aureolae were also too big. And of course, they weren't
pink like all other normal nipples, no, hers HAD to be brown. At
least she was slender and had a flat belly. But below that, the
rest wasn't even worth mentioning. She had legs that were far too
short, and they were much too muscular for a woman. She didn't even
want to look at her genitals; she had way too much hair there,
and... Feeling the depression closing in on her, Suzy quickly turned
away from the mirror and turned the shower on. She stepped under
it and started soaping her body, trying to keep her mind on the
things she had to do today. There wasn't much, really, since Will
had insisted that she shouldn't work when he did. She knew for a
fact that Will wasn't a sexist, he simply did what he thought was
best for her, not wanting her to work when she didn't have to. And
it wasn't because he wanted her to be a housewife; he had offered
to hire a maid to come and clean up the house and do the dishes,
and he was quite a good cook himself. Suzy had managed to protest
there. She didn't mind keeping the house, in fact she liked it.
Maybe not the hard floor-scrubbing or toilet-cleaning, but the
feeling of having control of the big house, to know that it was
thoroughly clean all on her account was a nice feeling. She wasn't
fanatic about it though; she wanted to have a real job. But since
Will wanted to spare her from anything vaguely resembling hard
labor and only barely letting her clean the house, she settled for
this, as it also let her take good care of the children when they
were home. She realized that Will was probably being overprotective
of her as a result of subconscious fear of losing her as he had
his first wife, but she let him have his way.
Suzy felt the warm water spraying onto her head and shoulders and
trailing its way down her body; it was a nice feeling. She began
to quietly hum a happy song to herself as she reached for the soap
again.
Andy had dozed off a bit after his mother had left the room, but
now his eyes slowly opened. Feeling a bit dizzy, he slowly rose
from the bed. He looked at the clock-radio. Only 8:01. It was an
hour and a half before he had to leave for school - and a minute
since the morning show had started! Suddenly awake, he darted out
of the room and headed for the stairs. As he reached the top and
started towards the tv room, he heard his mother singing in the
bathroom. Someplace inside, he felt happy, happy that his mother
was happy again. She had seemed so upset before, and he always felt
bad when she did. He pushed the door slightly open, enough to see
his mother turn off the water and feel for the towel. He quickly
stepped in and lifted the towel off the hook, as his gaze for some
reason suddenly fixed itself upon her wet, glistening body. Maybe
he had noticed it before and forgotten it, or maybe he hadn't and
had changed since then. He certainly noticed it now; it was beyond
him how he could have ignored that his mother had such incredibly
huge breasts. Stiffened for the moment, his hand with towel frozen
a little out of his mother's reach, he gazed at her body. He found
himself comparing her to Anne, not knowing why, and, suddenly
blushing, he handed her the towel. Suzy stiffened a bit as she felt
the towel being handed to her and quickly dried her face to open
her eyes. As she saw Andy, she quickly covered herself with the
towel, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the way he seemed to be
staring at her. She tried to smile and succeeded halfway, thanking
him and giving him a quick hug. Unbidden, her fight with Will sprang
to her mind, and she realized she owed Andy an explanation. As if
he had read her thoughts, the boy said "Mom, what did Dad mean that
we were not your children?" She sat down, still trying to cover
herself with the small towel. "Andy, I have to tell you something...I
am not your real mom." Andy looked puzzled, so she continued "Your
father was married to another woman before me, and she was the one
who gave birth to you. And Anne." "Why did he marry you, then?",
Andy asked with just a hint of a quiver in his voice. "She died in
a car accident, Andy. You were only a little child then, and I
always wanted to tell you about it. Now I have." She noticed a
single tear creeping out the corner of Andy's eye. "Are you alright,
baby?", she asked. "You are my real mom, Mom", Andy cried as he
threw himself in her arms. "Oh sweetheart", she whispered, "I love
you!" She felt a happy tear run down her cheek as she hugged him
hard.
The End