30 comments/ 66985 views/ 45 favorites Dark as Day By: MSTarot I felt the RV lurch as Dad took the corner hard. "John, for the love of god will you slow down!" demanded Mom holding onto the armrests of the seat. "Ruth, the sun is going down, it will be dark in twenty minutes. We are about fifteen minutes from the RV Park. If I slow down we have to park this beast in the dark." Dad wrenched the big camper around another corner. "I don't want to have to do that again." "Well better we park it in the dark, than in a ditch! Damn it John! Oh for gods sake!" The RV lurched again. Shaking my head I squeezed my girlfriend Jennifer's hand and got up. "Where you going?' Jen asks me. "Bathroom." She nods. I look at her hands. They are white knuckled on the armrest of her seat. Smiling at her I make my way across the unsteady floor using the kitchen counter to grip when we rounded another turn. Looking to the back I see my sister Wendy lying down on the bed. A day and a half of dads driving had her carsick. Poor kid. "John!" Mom complains. Stepping into the bathroom I shake my head at my own reflection. The mirror agrees with me. Mom and Dad have been arguing, mostly about his driving, for two days. This trip was suppose to be the chance for them to put every thing behind and just rekindle their marriage. They had been on the edge of a divorce for the last year. Dad's job was taking him away for longer and longer periods of time. I heard Mom talking to her sister Brandy that she thought he might be having an affair. The camper in the driveway and a family trip to the lake country had seemed a good idea at the time. As I went to sit down on the toilet, the RV lurched. I swear Dad must have it on two wheels! I hit the sink with my shoulder. "Fuck!" "Are you ok?" I heard Jen ask from outside. "Yea just hit my shoulder." I told her rubbing at the bone bruise. I hear Dad laughing. "Hold on back there Jack." He calls to me. "John slow the Hell down!" I hear Mom's fear laced demand. "Can't Ruth chasing the Sun." Dad laughs. I shake my head, I tried to hold on and pee at the same time. I had learned yesterday not to try that standing up. I had to admit Dad had a point. His trying to park this thing last night in the dark had been a nightmare. Another camper owner had finally asked to do it. I think he was worried Dad was going to hit his. A very real possibility. I didn't have much hope for this weekend's affect on my parent's marriage. I had watched them spiraling down hill for the last few years. I think they were still together only because they didn't want to break up while my sister and I were still kids. Wendy was sixteen and I could see my twentieth birthday looming like a wall two months away. I didn't have hopes Mom and Dad would stay together till Wendy graduated. But maybe. In fact my only real I hope had a the moment for this weekend has to do with Jennifer. She and I had a tent to set up once we got to the lake and with a little luck and Dad keeping Mom off our backs we could have some fun in the sleeping bags tomorrow night. I didn't know if Mom knew we were together that way, but I had caught a knowing look from Dad. That and a large box of condoms that just appeared in my bathroom at home. Standing up I pulled up my pants and turned to flush the tank. Looking at the mirror behind the toilet I see my brown hair is going everywhere. I reached up to slick it back. "JOHN!!" In a rush my own face slams into me! I hear screaming then the dark takes me! * * * "I think he's waking up." I heard a woman's voice I didn't know. I tried to move and couldn't, I tried to speak and couldn't. My tongue moved around a piece of plastic that filled my mouth. My heart rate must have been racing I could hear something beeping like mad. "Jack? Jack its Dr Mathews. I want you to take it slow Jack ok. Just listen to me now I want you to squeeze my finger for yes and no. One for yes, twice for no. Can you hear me?" I felt his hand move mine, his fingers in mine. I told my hand to squeeze once. It seemed to take a year for it to do it. "That's good Jack. Now I want you to just try and rest. You were in a bad wreck. You have been in an induced coma for the last two weeks. You have been threw several surgeries. But your doing much better. Ok? Do you understand me?" I squeezed once. The effort was like lifting a truck. "That's good Jack. Now the nurse is going to put something in your IV to make you sleep for a bit longer. When you wake up you should be able to talk. We have a tube down your throat helping you breathe." I felt him pull his hand from mine I couldn't have stopped him if I wanted too. There was an edge of pain that seemed to want to hang just at the back of my thoughts. The nurse must have done what ever because I felt suddenly like I was floating. "His aunt will be here when he wakes. We'll let her tell him." I could just hear Dr Matthew's from miles away as I drifted. "So what do you think his chances are?" I heard the nurse ask as I felt the drugs taking me. "He should make it. His vitals are all good and he's young and healthy." "His eyes?" The doctor must have shook his head. I couldn't see though, the lights were out in the room. Sleep took me. * * * There was a tube under my nose. The air from it stank. Like a cold metal smell. There was a wasp sitting on my arm stinging me. I tried to swat him away, but I couldn't seem to reach him. My left arm itched horribly, but the wasp was so heavy I couldn't reach over to scratch it. "Damn it," I muttered. "Can't this hospital pay its power bill?" "Jack?" I heard someone move, I felt a hand in mine. "Jack can you hear me?" I recognized Aunt Brandy's voice. She sounded worried. She was squishing the wasp, which was making him mad so he stung me harder. "Oww." "What? Oh I'm sorry Jack." she let go of my arm and the wasp settled own. I noticed then that there was a bandage over my face. My eyes. "What happened?" I asked around the dryness in my throat. I heard her pull a chair across the floor. The wooden legs squeaking on the tile. "Jack you were in a wreck. The RV was hit by a semi truck coming from the other direction." A semi! An image of the kind of destruction that could do flashed threw my mind. "Mom? Dad?" I took a deep breath. "Is Jennifer ok? Is Wendy here?" There was a long pause. I heard her take a breath that was half sob. I knew at that moment. I listened to her tell me how I was the only survivor. How they had cut me from the wreckage an hour after the wreck. Someone had noticed blood coming from a piece of wreckage in the ditch beside the road. How they saw it in the dark with only red and blue lights to light the night was a miracle she said. Jen. Wendy. Oh god no. Mom. Dad. I tried to cry. The sobs sent wracking pain threw me. It tore at places in me. I heard Aunt Brandy calling for a nurse. The wasp got very angry then. As sleep took me again I couldn't help but wonder where my tears were. "WHERE IS HE!" A woman screaming woke me. I heard Aunt Brandy's voice trying to answer, then the voices became distant. Muffled. The sound of the room was different too. The door was closed. I moved my hand to the side of the bed and hit a plastic railing. Reaching up it I found a button and pushed it. Slowly the bed sat up. "Please keep your voice down." I head Brandy say through the door. For me to hear it maybe she should do the same. I reached up for my face. "I WILL NOT BE QUITE! I WANT TO KNOW WHY MY DAUGHTER IS DEAD AND HE'S ALIVE!" I recognized Jen's mom's voice then. My fingers touched the thick bandages over my eyes. "HE TALKED HER INTO GOING WITH HIM. SHE'S DEAD BECAUSE OF HIM AND HE'S JUST FINE!" My eyes hurt under the badges. They itched, like my arm. Reaching over I felt cold plaster encasing my left arm from my shoulder down. "You Stupid woman! He's not Fine! He's held together with tape and stitches. He's had seven surgeries and has been awake twice in three weeks. Does that sound fine to you?" I reached back to scratch at the bandages covering my eyes. "HE'S ALIVE! THAT'S BETTER THAN HE DESERVES.IT'S MORE THAN MY DAUGHTER IS!" "Oh Jennifer" I whispered to myself. I scratched around the tape where it pulled on my eyebrows. "HE'S BLIND YOU STUPID CUNT! He may never see again. They pulled a half a cup of glass out of his eyes." My fingers stop, then unable to help it I began to claw at the bandages. "No. NO. NO!" I heard the door open, I heard feet running, people telling my Aunt and Jen's Mom they would have to be quite or leave. Then a nurse's voice demanding they move. I felt hands near my face, but I didn't fight them as they redid the bandages. I sat numb, The sun on my face had been warm. It came in through the window I knew. I had felt it around my eyes burning the skin. Like ants biting me. I couldn't see it. I was in the dark. I could hear my Aunt crying. Jen's mom was as well. I wished I could, * * * I know now I will never cry again. Not for the rest of my life. The tear ducts were destroyed. Pieces of mirror. My own reflection took away my sight. There's some ironies to that I'm sure. If I cared to search for them. If I cared for anything. First an eye specialist, then Dr Mathews, my families doctor since before I was born, explained it to me. When humans go threw something traumatic they cope with it by going through stages. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. Nice list. Denial. Yea, your going to deny you can't see. Right. Bargaining. With fucking who! Acceptance? Not a chance in this fucking life. Anger and depression. Yea, those two have become old friends. I was in the hospital for two months after I woke up. The final tally ten broken bones, two punctured organs, a near complete facial reconstruction, one amputation 'my pinky on my left hand' and a partridge in a fucking pear tree. Oh and my eyes. That fucking specialist had dangled hope before my blind eyes for awhile then his tone changed. He started talking about schools for the blind. Eye centers. Crap like that. I would have punched him if I could have seen where to swing. I had night terrors the whole time I was there and for weeks after I got home they would come back to visit. I had almost no memories of the wreck, but that didn't stop my vision-deprived mind from giving me a nightly rerun of it. I would wake screaming as shards of mirror like a million razors tore into my face, again and again. I could hear Jen's sweet voice. Her last screams echoing up out the dark. I would wake into blackness clawing to get to her. To save her. That must be the denial part. A woman's arms always greeted me. Aunt Brandy stayed at my bedside threw the whole thing. She never left. In the weeks as my strength came back I must have hurt her a dozen times waking like that. She never once mentioned it. In the dark, that's now my home. I would fight anything that I could get hold of. Her soft voice brought me back from the edge time and time again. Her soothing tone would caress me back down onto the sweat soaked bed. Cool water she would give me from a straw to ease a throat scream raw. She was always there for me. I hated and loved her for that. I can't explain it any better. They released me into her care when the majority of the casts came off. The physical therapy to learn to walk again after that long in bed is a bitch. She would be there to message my cramping legs after the doctors were done with me. How did I thank her? With angry shouts to leave me to die. Hard words that ripped out of me at every chance. I hated having to be alive. It hurts to be alive. To be alive and in the dark hurts so very bad. I hated the world around me. It was my enemy as I started to walk again. It would move things that would be driven into leg bones just out of casts. It tried to conquer me and would have except for one thing Aunt Brandy. She gave up her apartment to her roommate and moved into the house with me taking Mom and Dads old room. She went threw the house and got rid of everything sharp or hard-edged, glass or breakable. She cleared the rooms of useless items put there to decorate a sighted world. How she coped I don't know. I didn't have to see when she donated everyone's clothes. When family heirlooms went into the trash because they weren't safe around a blind person. She got rid of things that would remind me of what I had lost. My car I would never drive again. My bike I would never ride threw the woods again. I hated and loved her. It was her that got the damn cane into my hand. The tap, tap, tap that was my vision! All the colors of the spectrum reduced to a stick that makes a tap. I despise the fucking thing. I just wanted to toss the thing into the trash and walk out into traffic. Go be with Jen like I should be. But I couldn't. I couldn't find the damn trash can without it. * * * They, being the sighted who I no longer was a part of, tell you when you go blind your hearing becomes near super human to compensate. They.....are lying cocksuckers! Better to describe it as owning a Ferrari and a Pinto. If you blow up the motor in the Ferrari you can still get where you need to in the Pinto. It's just not as fun a drive. You can if you have no choice learn to navigate with your hearing. It takes effort and concentration. If you let your attention wander you will miss the click as a traffic signal switches. The shift in the road noise that tells you it's time to walk. Hearing isn't alone though You come to see by feel, by smell, by touch, hell even by taste, though that one is as weird as it sounds. Sitting in the living room with the TV on, a movie I had seen years ago playing, I heard Aunt Brandy in the hallway. I smelled her. She had just gotten out of the shower. Soap, shampoo, her deodorant and a hint of perfume. The personal collection of scents that moved with her everywhere she went. "Jack?" I heard her voice in the doorway. "Yea Brandy?" I had dropped the 'Aunt' when talking to her at the hospital. Kind of hard to say something that respectful when you're dog cussing her at the same time. I heard the click of the light switch. My god how I hate that fucking SOUND! "Oh there you are." Ever been in the house with the power out and you try the switch. Know how stupid you feel when you do that. Now think about the power never coming back on. But you want to keep trying the switch. Welcome to my fucking world. I heard her bare feet on the carpet. The rustle of her clothes as she knelt down beside me. I was lying on the couch facing the ceiling. Like it made a difference. "You getting hungry?" I had smelled her cooking before the shower had turned on. Chicken. There were some tomatoes involved. An overall kind of corn smell. Mexican food. "A little." I told her swinging my feet up. I hit the off button on the TV and got to my feet. Reaching out I found her elbow and she guided me by walking in front of me. I have the layout of the house down good, but a door frame in the face had shown me I still needed work. Once in the kitchen I turned her loose and made it to the table by myself. Only two chairs now. The others were put away in case we needed them. Why we would I don't know. We never entertain. We are all that's left of our family except for some distant cousins. And a great uncle in a loony bin. Always been told I favor him so I got that going for me as well. I'm a cheerful asshole aren't I. Oh you don't like it? I'm BLIND! Fuck you too! God the food was good. I'll say one thing for her. She maybe a pushy, demanding, interfering, overprotective bitch, but damn she can cook. "How did school go?" she asked me between bites. I shrugged. I'm blind I can still get away with it. Just everyone else can't. "Do I have to call there to find out?" she asked her voice still sweet. I sighed. "No. You don't have to call. We learned about two new words and did review on what we learned yesterday and last week." I took a big bite to give me an excuse to not talk more. "Is it coming to you any quicker?" she asked. I could hear her move something on the table. Then a sipping sound. Her glass. I swallowed. "Yea maybe. I can kind of, I guess, 'see' the word now. Some of it's still just a bunch of dots." I moved my fingers slowly till they touched my glass. Five inches exactly from my plate on the right. Setting it back down, after a sip, in the same place, I reached two inches towards me and down for where I had left my fork. "Well your just getting started its going to take awhile to get good at it. You didn't learn to read when you were a kid overnight either. I remember trying to teach you your letters with flashcards." "Hey that's an Idea. Let's try that, Braille with flash cards." My sarcasm was thick enough to cut with the knife that's two inches to the right of where my fork was siting. Fuck I just want to eat a meal! I don't want to have to memorize the damn table just so I can find my food! And why the fuck won't she shut up. I can't remember where my fucking napkin is. She ate in silence for a second. Then put her fork down on an empty plate. It has a different tone than when there is food on it. "You know it might work at that." "What?' I asked scrapping my last bite together. "Flash cards. With the letter done in Braille." Chewing threw the food I swallowed and reached for my glass too fast. I felt it tip then stop. She had caught it. "How in the hell would I see flash cards, Brandy?" I demanded. She moved something.... My plate I think. Yes I hear it placed on top of hers. "With your finger tips. Like you have been learning to do. I'll ask your teacher. They may even have them with the letter printed on them. So she could see what I was reading. Hate was beating out on love tonight. * * * Hot glass! PAIN! Horrible screams all around me. The squeal of tires, crutch of metal, hot liquid pouring down my face. "Jack!" Jen! Must get to Jen. She can fix my eyes. If I could only see her I could save her. "Jack wake up!" My hands clawed at fabric. Thin stuff it tears in my fingers. Soft skin, warm and hard with muscle, under my fingers. I turned screaming and crying without tears into Aunt Brandy's arms. She holds me to her chest as the shattering pain of loss made me want to crawl under a rock. "It's ok Jack. I'm here. I'm here. I'm not going to leave you. It's ok." I cling to her wishing the tears would fall. Her skin warm against my face. I feel her hand brushing the back of my head. Her fingers soft, gentle, strong and protective. Slowly the sobbing stopped. The scent of her was filling me. All I could see was her. Every one of my senses was filled with her. It was that feeling that pulls me back once more. Safe in her arms. Trapped in the dark. My arms tightened around her. At this point before she has been shoved away, slapped, hit closed fist, clawed at and once at the hospital, under the drugs influence, strangled. She felt me tense up and didn't even flinch. Love won after all. Tonight. I noticed at that moment, as I hadn't till then, that my face was pressed into her breasts. That they were bare........ And that her nipple was pressing hard against my cheek. I turned her lose startled. She chuckled. "Another shirt destroyed. Maybe I should learn how to make rag rugs. All these fabric scraps would be useful then." I sat up on the bed and stripped off the tank top I was wearing. I handed it to her. I had to place it into her hand. The room must be dark. Ha! She laughed. "Well thank you Jack, but there isn't much point in me being modest." Dark as Day I heard her put the shirt on. I reached out and found her face. My finger went down her chin across her throat to the top of the shirt. Inside I found the tag. "You have it on backwards." She chuckled. Slowly soothingly she got me to lay back down. She turned on the radio by the bed and softly sang along with the music. * * * I woke slowly. Other than when the dreams are bad I do most days. There was warmth coming in through the window. I could feel the sun even if I couldn't see the light. Half awake I became aware of the painfully hard tent pole I had. Ah morning wood. Do you go try to pee it away or take maters in hand as it were? The eternal question. Reaching down I pulled myself free of my shorts and started to stroke the length. Oh god at last. Something that hadn't changed. Most of the time you do this with your eyes closed after all. My breathing quickening I got a good rhythm going and started to think of women. They're soft curves. Beautiful faces. Warm hard bodies just made for pleasure. The gasp and then deep throated moan when they cum. Jennifer. Our first time together...the very first for her, near first for me. Oh yes how sweet she had been. How shy, then a tiger unleashed to claw my back bloody. The leak of liquid from the tip plus sweat from my palm made my hand start to feel just like her, warm, soft and so very tight. Hot. Slick. It had griped me. I tightened my fingers. They ran the full length of me pulling the skin over the harder part underneath. The thick veins were standing out under my now super sensitive fingers. "Oh god yes." My soft whisper echoes back to me. I reached around on the bed and found a large scrap of cloth that I knew from the feel was a T-shirt. It would do. As I pulled it up to catch my cum the smell of it caught my attention. It was Brandy's shirt. I lifted it to my face and her familiar scent flooded me. Warm and so very female. "Oh Brandy. OH God yes!" I felt cum splatter onto my bare stomach and chest just as I heard the gasp of breath from the chair by the bed. Then the hasty scramble of someone leaving my room. Oh my fucking god! If I could have seen my face. * * * * She never mentioned it. Nor did I. I never forgot it though not for even a second. I have come to notice when people change now without seeing it on their face. With her there wasn't one. With me. Yea. Love and hate still wared with me, but more often now it was love that won. First a day then a week. Then months at a time. She was right about the flash cards. 'damn her' ha. I picked up on Braille faster with her help than with all the teacher could do. I was soon getting a blind paper every morning delivered to the house. Do you know there are advertisements in Braille? Even fucking blind I can't get away from those fucking things. Soon she started to teach me how to cook. Her hands on mine guiding me as I learned how to cut up vegetables by feel. Judging spices by smell. Listening to the sound of water to know when it was boiling. You really can tell that. I began to notice how close she had to be pressed against me when she taught me. The warm heat of her against me. The cob web like feel of her hair brushing my arm when she reached past me. The soft whisper of her voice against my neck when she looked over my shoulder. Do you with you sight ever notice how a woman smells? All their odors are warm, like spices. Guess the old rhyme was right. Oh I'm not going to say I turned into a gentleman over night. Not by any means did that happen. But slowly I became less of an ass maybe. I guess this must be some of that acceptance part starting to kick in. * * Crying blood I saw the jagged metal spike rammed threw Jen's stomach. I tried to help her off of it. I tried. There was so much blood! My eyes burned from the smoke of the burning RV. I saw Wendy then. Part of her. I screamed as a car ran over her uncaringly. She screamed as another, then another! I clawed at the asphalt to get to her, hearing her beg for me to help. I saw the truck run over her stomach and her vomit out her own...... "NO!" I came up out the bed screaming! I tore the bed sheets away; I slammed into the wall by my closet, the drywall giving way. I punched the hard wood door; my knuckles splitting open as I hit it again and again. "Jack!" I felt hands on my shoulders. I spun around fighting. I felt her strong hands grab mine by the wrists. As I went to strike out. We lost our balance and together tumbled to the floor. "Jack!" "Wendy no please no!" I felt cloth rip under me, soft skin tear. A gasp of pain! I had to pull Wendy away from the street. The truck was coming back! Soft lips found my mouth. The hands let go of my wrist and encircled my ribs pulling me tight. Slowly I felt myself calming down. The dream coming into focus for what it was. How soft these lips that kissed me were. How tenderly the hands began to caress me. Her scent filling me taking away the dream smells of burning flesh and coppery blood. A Woman's scents. Aunt Brandy's scents. My mouth opened for her tongue and with a fury I was kissing her back. My hands, the bloody knuckles ignored roamed her skin now. Showing me her. The tight muscles under soft skin. The hard demanding passion that exploded under me as I pulled at her clothes and she at mine. I learned something then. A blind man and a sighted man are the same in a dark bedroom with a woman. Brandy groaned, with our clothes out of the way, I drove myself into her. "Oh god Jack! Yes!" She was so very hot and after a few thrusts I felt her become much wetter. I thrust harder into her. "Ugh. Ohhhh. Yes Oh Yes!" she moaned under me. Suddenly all the rage I had felt for her for the past months had a very physical outlet. With a mad fury driven force I began to pound into my Aunt. I caught her hands and drove them to the floor pinning her down to the carpet. I leaned down and when my mouth found her nipple I sank my teeth into her breast. Her cries of pain and grunts of pleasure echoed off the bedroom walls. Letting go of her wrist I ran my hands down her body till I got to her waist. Leaning back I brought up her thighs till her feet were on either side of my head. Wrapping my arms around her leg I drove myself into the wet gash at the base. "Oh god Jack yes." I brought myself up off my knees bending her forward. I soon had her bent like a U under me. Her knees on my shoulders. Only her shoulder blades and neck were touching the floor and my toes. Braced against the edge of my closet and the baseboard beside the door. "Is this what you need Jack? Do it. Come on fuck me as hard as you can! I can take it. Come ON!" she begged for more under me. The harder I could fuck, the faster I tried, the more she wanted. "Harder." Sweat began to pour off me. She also became slick under me. For a second I lost my grip and in a tumble I hit the floor. I heard her run from the room. Her voice echoed down the hall. "You want more pussy Jack? Come find it!" "Come back her you teasing Bitch!" I hear her laugh. It had a strange almost muffled sound. I got to my feet, my cock proceeding me down the hall. At a near run I chased after her. I had one hand on the wall to guide me. "Was it hot? Was I wet for you?" I heard her behind me. The living room! As I turned for the door I felt her rush past me. Her hand grabbed my cock, her nails raking the hard flesh and then was gone. I followed the sound of her feet on the carpet down the hall towards her room. As I threw open the door to her room I caught her scent from the bathroom door. I turned just quick enough to grab her by her breast then she was out of my grasp and down the hall. "What's the matter? Blind boy can't see? He must not want this pussy. He got it all wet." "When I get a hold of you I'm gonna fuck you till you scream!" "You got to find me first." Her laughter put her somewhere near the den. There were three doors out of that room. Two led into the hall I was in, the third deeper into the house and towards the kitchen. It was from the kitchen that I thought I heard her voice next. "All these months taking care of you. Listening to you complain at every turn. Holding you every night while you scream and beating on me in the dark. Now I've got you. I know what to give you to make you do what you have to do. Pussy." My hand came to rest on a cold metal panel on the wall by the back door. "YOU didn't have to take care of me. You could have just left it to the people at the hospital!" I opened the metal door and reached inside. "But I know why. I know Brandy!" From near the living room I heard her laugh. "What do you know?" She was turning in the room to make her voice come from different directions. "I know that Dad was having an affair! I know that you were going to be at the lake country that weekend. I know I wouldn't have been in that RV if you hadn't talked Mom into renting it. I know the only reason you have been taking care of me is you feel guilty that I lost my sight so you could give your pussy to Dad while Mom was asleep in that damn RV! Dad was driving like mad because he knew you were waiting at the RV Park!" The house was dead silent. I heard a footstep towards the hall. "I know one other thing Brandy." I heard a soft whisper. "What's that Jack?" "That as hot and tight as that pussy was it wasn't worth my sight!" I threw the main breaker in the panel. It popped with a click and I heard her gasp as the house went dark. "But since I've already paid that price for it I'm going to enjoy it for the rest of my life. Welcome to my world." I heard her stumble over something. I headed for that sound. The months she had been living here had gotten her use to the layout of the house. But in the dark? I knew it by heart. I found her by her breathing. I caught her trying to cross the living room. "Jack?" Holding her by her hair I pushed her to her knees. "Who else is here Aunt Brandy? All this running around has let me get soft. Make it hard for your pussy again." Using her hair as a handle I pushed my cock into her face. It went across her cheek then back to her lips. I twisted her long hair in my hand. "No, Jac..." Her mouth was as hot as her pussy had been. Maybe hotter. At first I felt her trying to push me away. Her hands, strong on my thighs pushing me back from her face. I caught her head in both hands and drove myself into her mouth. I listened to her gag for a second then pulled back out. "Suck it slowly for me Brandy. I want it hard for you." I softened my grip, ready in an instant to grab her back. Her tongue began to caress the tip. I started to run my fingers over her hair. The suction quickened. Then she took me deep by herself. "So you are still wanting to fuck huh. Well it feels hard. Is it hard enough for you Brandy?" My cock popped out her mouth. "It's rock hard Jack. Are you going to fuck me now?" she asks. I pulled her up by her hair and turning her around I bend her over the back of the couch. My fingers rested over her spine and on one hip as I drove back inside. She was dripping wet now. "This the way you like to be fucked Aunt Brandy? You like it hard like this?" I ask spitefully. I heard a deep-throated moan from her. Following her spine I found the back of her hair and pulled her up. "Yes!" she answered. I snaked a hand around and caught a breast. Pinching the nipple and holding her by her hair I thrust in as hard as I could drive myself. There was a wet smacking of skin and a deep moan from her every time. As I heard her start to cum I felt myself let lose as well. My screams were primal and hers were the same. If the neighbors were awake at this unholy hour they must think someone was being murdered. We both tumbled limp to the floor. I lay panting. I felt her turn till she lay next to me. "You had it half right." I heard her say in a breathy whisper. "What do you mean?" I ask trying to catch my breath. "I wasn't the one your dad was having an affair with. The private detective your mom hired found out it was his golf partner.. I was at the RV Park though." I lay quite. My dad played golf with his doctor. My Doctor. Dr Mathews! "Dad was having an affair with a man?" I ask not believing it. I felt her move She propped herself up next to me. "For the last year and a half at least. They would meet up at the Lake County RV Park when he told your Mom he was working out of town. Your doctor would use his credit card to rent an RV drive it up there and your dad would take the doctor's car up. Nothing ever showed up as strange. Your Dad fucked it up though. He bought dinner for them one night. Signed the register at the front desk with his own name. The restaurant sent a complementary desert coupon to the house as their thank you." "Mom found this out? She found this out and still tried to mend things with him? Wait a minute. What were you doing at the RV Park?" I demanded sitting up. I pushed her back from me. I heard her sigh. "Your Mom wasn't trying to mend things anymore, she already had the divorce papers for him to sign. She was going to confront him that weekend. I was at the RV Park to drive the RV back. Your mom knew she couldn't." I sat there silent. I listened to the quiet of the house. Without the power on it was a strange place. The echoes were different. "Bullshit. I'm not buying this." "Jack I have proof. But you would have to see it and your...I'm sorry Jack. It's pictures of your Dad and the doctor together in bed." "No. No not buying it. Why the whole family trip then? Why the RV? She could have saved the time and just made him sign at the house. I'm not buying it Brandy." I listened hard now. I had picked up a bit of truth telling in the mix. I can sometimes hear lies now. They almost sound different. More staged words I guess. She went quite. I heard her start to move and I grabbed her arm. "Oww. Jack I'm not trying to leave. I was just moving. I have fucking carpet burns on my ass!" I must have not have stifled my laugh quick enough. I felt the rush of air in front of my face. She had tried to slap me and missed. I leaned forward and connected with mine. It was light, more a warning not to try that again than to hurt. After a second, to let the sting set in; I slowly touched her face. "Brandy please tell me the truth." She turned her face into my hand. I could feel wet tears I could never again shed running across my fingers. "Your mother was having an affair as well." My hand shot round her head and caught her hair. "You lying CUNT!" I pulled her in till our faces were nearly touching. "It was with me Jack." Well whack me with a sledgehammer and strike me blind. Fuck too late. I let go of her and slowly sank back down. "I want a fucking drink." I had heard the truth in her words. She got to her feet and pulled me up I moved around and sat down on the couch. I soon heard the click of the power breaker and the hum of the house came back. I could hear her moving around in the kitchen and soon she came back with ice rattling in glass. I heard her pour. The tink of glass on glass. "So I'm sitting here blind because my Mom was having an incestuous lesbian affair with her younger sister? While at the same time my Dad was having a gay affair with the family doctor." I sipped the drink. Bourbon and coke. "So who was my sister fucking? The Tooth-fairy?" She sighed. "Your Mom was an only child. I was your Moms closest friend threw out our school years. She started calling me her sister. Jack your Mother and I were lovers when we were just out of high school. Long before your Dad and her met. When she found out the truth of what he was doing she came to me for comfort. We ended up in bed. She was feeling abandoned and that he had turned to another man was almost worse than if it had been a woman. She felt ugly, I tried to show her she was still beautiful. I was at the RV Park. In the hotel across the street to be exact. I was to be there to give your Mom my support so she could confront your Dad. We thought the whole RV thing would be a kind of sweet revenge on him for what he had been doing.' "So your not my Aunt?" "Not by blood, but your Mom and I couldn't have been closer if we had been twins." "So what now?" I ask killing my drink. The ice cubes were cold against my lips. 'How do you mean?" "Are you going to leave? You're not my aunt, not by blood as you say. I've just fucked the holy shit out of you. I'll ask it again. What now?" I heard her sit down her glass on the table then she was in my arms. Her lips wet and warm against mine. Her body pressed me into the cushions of the couch. My hands roamed over her naked back, hips and ass. It was several minutes before she spoke. "I don't want to leave. I will if you ask me. No I'm not your aunt, but I am as close to family as you have. I love you Jack. Love not guilt kept me at your side all these months. I don't ever want to leave." I sat quiet, holding her gently. "That's only two of the things I said. What about the fucking the shit out of you part?" I turned my face towards her. She wanted the lights on, to let her look at my eyes. She picked up my hand and moved it to her mouth. I could 'see' she was smiling. Slowly she opened her lips and licked my finger tip. It was an electric like thrill. Her legs straddled me. I felt myself pressed against her lower lips. I started to harden. "Think you can do it again? I've wanted you too ever since I watched you jack off that morning. I almost came myself when you called out my name." I lifted her up off a second, then when she came back down I slid inside. "Oh yes." She started moving her hip. I ran my hands up to her breast. Her nipples under my fingers I ran my fingers around them in circles. She giggled. "What are you doing?" "Well I found these little. bumps here. Thought they might be Braille. Trying to read them." She laughed. She leaned down to by my ear and whispered. "The one on the right says suck me." "Yea I read that. It's the left one I'm having trouble with. Something about 'inflate to 30psi" She leaned back her laughter ringing off the walls. Her hand connected with a stinging slap. "I said fuck the shit out of me. Is this the best you can do blind man?" I stood up lifting her by her hips and carrying her across the room to slam her into the wall. 'Uhhh!" the breath went out of her and my cock into her about equally "OH YESS!" "So you like it rough? Aunt Brandy." I asked holding her against the wall. "Blame your mom. She gave me the taste for it." "What?" Her lips smashed into mine. She bit my bottom lip painfully. "Would you shut up and fuck." Let me tell you. Even a blind man can see what she needed. I gave it to her. * * We have been together for seven years now. The wedding rings are legit. I work in a high-end restaurant. I'm the head chef. The staff knows by now I'm good. At first the idea of a blind head cook seemed strange to them. I tell them I learned to cook from my Aunt.