11 comments/ 44214 views/ 7 favorites James Gang Ch. 02: The James Girls By: LordOfHell This story is a continuation of my previous tale, "Mean Darbie". This story, however, is stand-alone and doesn't require you to read the original to follow. I do recommend that you do, however, but in either case, I hope you enjoy this. Fair warning: Know that this is a romance tale as much as a sex story. Thus, there isn't much porn until the near the end. ****** A while ago, my big brother Kenneth told the story about how he eventually fell in love with his twin sister Darbie and how it made big changes in our family and even in our entire town. But while Kenneth and Darbie more or less had a happy ending (he stopped at the point when they were working on baby number five), Kenneth kind of ended the story without telling what happened to the rest of us afterward. But I think this is a story that deserves to be told. My name is Caroline James, and I'm the youngest of the 'James Gang'. As you may have read in Kenny's story, we came from a huge family of nine kids, although one of us—my biggest brother, Dwight—died when he was young. I never knew him, because it happened around the time I was born. But all my older siblings have said that things were different before Dwight died. Supposedly, our whole family was a lot more tight-knit. I'll be honest and say it's hard for me to imagine what that was like, because we still ARE tight-knit by most families' standards. My parents, my brothers and sisters . . . we would do anything for each other. I could burn down my home by accident and know that everyone in my family would pitch in to rebuild. But, I suppose that while Dwight's death didn't diminish our love for each other, our family's bonds became based more so around tragedy than triumph afterwards. The one thing I could plainly see is that Dwight's death had an enormous effect on Mom and Dad. Dwight fell from a treehouse while Dad was working and Mom was busy watching eight other kids alone. Mom suddenly realized she hadn't heard from Dwight in half an hour and when she went out to check, she found him laying under the treehouse with a pool of blood under his skull. She called an ambulance, but they said Dwight was brain-dead before they even got there. They had to pull the plug on him, and my Dad blamed Mom for it. Dad became a drunk. He started accusing mom of having an affair. Mom denied it, but when Dad got too overbearing, it was Mr. Hines that showed up and knocked Dad flat on his ass. Mom moved in with him and divorced Dad. I don't know if the two of them had been 'improper' before the trouble started, but Mom WAS a bit quick to bunk with the guy. Dad became an even worse drunk after Mom left, and it was up to my brothers and sisters to practically raise themselves. We did alright, but after a year, Mom moved back into the house because she felt terrible for abandoning us. She and Dad remarried, but Mom never did stop seeing Mr. Hines. I think they really loved each other, but he understood that she had to try and stick out her marriage for the sake of her kids. In the meantime, Mr. Hines married another woman and had some cubs of his own. I know for a fact that Mom and Mr. Hines still saw each other because I watched them kissing outside when every light in our house was dark and she thought we were all asleep. My brothers and sisters didn't like to believe anything indecent was going on, and eventually I just stopped snooping. I didn't want to come between Mom and Dad, especially with Dad's health starting to fall. I did get a little angry at Mom when she would intentionally blow off Dad and spend a whole day 'styling hair at the salon' just because he made her mad. But like I said, they were my parents and I didn't want to come between them. I stayed with Mom and Dad because I felt sorry for him. After years of heavy drinking, he finally came down with liver disease and he needed someone to take care of him. Mom already resented him, so that left it to us kids. One by one, though, we began to leave home. Three of us—Kenneth, Darbie and I—stayed in town, but I was the only one who still stayed at home. Mom needed to work, so I couldn't leave Dad to fend for himself, no matter how much I hated seeing our house so empty. Things were bad for a long time, though. By the time I was 26, Mom and Dad hardly even spoke anymore. It was like they lived in the same house, but didn't even see one-another. Mom became more and more careless about her affair, but I covered up her mistakes for her. Even now, I can't believe she still thought I didn't know. It's hard to miss cum-stained panties when you haven't even had sex with your husband in years. Things were bad with the rest of the family, too. Rachelle and Chloe, two of my older sisters, were having a hard time forging new lives in New York and Idaho, respectively. Darbie and Kenneth had had it out for a year or so at that point, for some stupid argument or another. With those two, it was impossible to keep up with what new excuse they used to hate each other. All I knew was that even though I lived in town with both my parents and two of my siblings, I had never felt more lonely in my entire life. Then, a few years back, something incredible happened. The Almighty sent a tree through my big sis Darbie's pet shop, and Kenneth, her twin brother, came to help her rebuild. But, since Darbie lived on the floor above the shop, she didn't have a place to stay at the time, so Kenny allowed her to move into his place. He lived in a big house he'd bought on Pine Hill, just at the edge of town, and he had plenty of room for her to live there temporarily. Well, it ended up being a lot more than "temporary". From what I read in Kenny's story, Darbie confessed her undying love to him. She told Kenny that she had been pining for him for half her life, and that she saw him as her one and only soulmate. Kenny acted funny about it at first, but eventually came around. The two of them started living together permanently and everybody started talking about seeing the two of them holding hands and kissing. At first, the remarks were of contempt. "They're brother and sister! That ain't decent!" "Neither of them could find a date without looking at their own kin?!" "That's a sure waste of two fine catches! Why couldn't they just court someone else?" But I was always supportive of them. I loved my big brother and sister. Kenny was always looked over us, and Darbie had helped me whenever I needed some assistance with Dad. If they were both happy, I didn't give a damn what other people thought. People kept saying "there's plenty of other good folks around town without looking at blood", but I think it's all baloney. I tried my hand at dating for a while—even let some guy take my virginity because I thought he loved me. Turned out that he was just an ass, like the others I tried. Eventually, I just gave up and put all of my time into helping Dad. Eventually, Kenneth had had enough. Kenny had a big thing about doing stuff 'proper' and he basically gave the town an ultimatum in the politest way he could. He told them, "Please, we just want to love each other. We don't aim to be a bother, so I beg you: either get on board or just get out of our way." Eventually, I think people started to realize that Kenny and Darbie had always been good folk. Kenny, the main contractor in our town, often did extra work for no charge, and Darbie was as sweet as corn syrup and had often babysat other folks' kids for no charge. When everyone saw how serious the two were about each other, I guess it just didn't seem right to heckle them about it anymore. So, they made it up to them by paying for the entire wedding. In a way, I was jealous of my big sis. Kenneth was a good man, and handsomeness runs in our family. At the wedding, I even got a little tipsy and let slip that I was jealous of her for 'thinking of this first'. Kenneth laughed because he thought I was kidding. Darbie smiled. She understood my feelings, but she knew I wasn't trying to ape my sister's husband. Or, to steal my brother from his wife. Or break up my sibling and or— Well, however the hell you wanna put it. But the best part of Kenny and Darbie's wedding was that it made Mom and Dad finally sit down and talk to each other for the first time in years. Mom told Dad all about Mr. Hines, and while I think it hurt his pride a little, he just didn't have it in him to be mad about it anymore. Mom just felt good to get it off of her chest, and she apologized for lying to Dad all those years and for letting Dwight die. Dad told her that he didn't blame her anymore, and the two of them held each other all night long. I was hopeful that this would rekindle their marriage and maybe let them love each other like they'd done before I was born. Mom tried—bless her, she tried. But after about a year and a half, she just couldn't do it anymore. She was completely in love with Mr. Hines, and he wanted to separate from his wife so that they could be married. My Dad gave them his blessing, but I saw him weeping the whole night afterward. Mom kissed him goodbye, and then she and Mr. Hines moved to another town to be wed. I've heard from Mom occasionally since then, and it appears that since she's too old to have any more kids, she and Mr. Hines adopted a baby to raise as their own. I wish them luck, but I'm not exactly thrilled about it. Dad's health got even worse after Mom left, and I think he just started to not care anymore. He didn't speak hardly, and the color just drained out of him. I didn't know what scared me more: the thought of losing him forever, or the idea that after everything he'd done for us, this was how his life would end. A wizened, broken shell . . . living all alone with his regret. ****** Another thing that changed after Kenny and Darby's wedding was that all of our sisters came back in town. Some, like Grace and Sarah, only came back to give their blessings to the newlyweds. Grace had already married a successful doctor in France and had her own pair of brats. Sarah had a whopping SIX kids with Tony Dunn, an African-American football player who'd gone pro. I couldn't exactly blame either of them for not wanting to move back to Dullsville. Still, it was nice to see them, and I got to meet eight of my nieces and nephews. They promised to visit more often, but I'm not holding my breath. Sarah and Tony came back after Darbie had her fourth child, but that was mostly so that the cousins could get to know each other. However, my other sisters, Rachelle, Chloe and Barbara, all moved back into town permanently. Rachelle and Chloe had both been struggling with their careers and decided it was time to return to their roots. Barbara, who'd joined the Army and traveled the world after completing her service, had gotten her wanderlust out of her system and wanted to raise a family back where it all began. Her husband was a local boy too, so it made sense. Kenny's team built a new office building where Darbie's pet shop had once been, and Rachelle, Chloe and Barbara all dubbed it the 'James Building' because they each opened a business there. Rachelle had a restaurant on the first floor, Chloe had her law office on the second floor, and Barbara and Gary had a travel bureau on the third floor. Barbara gave birth their first baby about six months later, and she's due for number two any day now, at the time of this writing. In the meantime, with two single James Girls back in town, we had an increased number of unmarried women over thirty. Rachelle and I never married, and Chloe had only been married for a short while before she divorced. The irony of a family rights attorney being divorced made me chuckle a bit, but never in front of my sister. Anyway, the men came out of the damn woodwork. Like I said, I had done a share of dating over the years, so I was yesterday's news. But Rachelle and Chloe were like fresh fish after a famine. Both of my sisters are stunning. Chloe has a beautiful face with lush lips and Rachelle has a rack like a goddess. My sisters couldn't toss a rock out of a window without hitting a suitor, and although they loved the attention, they eventually figured out the same thing that I did—most of the guys who wanted us just didn't feel 'right'. I know that sounds like a lame excuse when you're complaining about being single, but it's the God's honest about how we felt. Eventually, Rachelle decided to hold an 'emergency meeting' with the three single members of the 'James Gang'. One evening after her restaurant had officially closed, she stayed in the kitchen just for the three of us, so that she could serve coffee, food and drinks. "So," she began when the meeting finally got underway. "Where do we start, girls?" Chloe and I looked at each other and Chloe spoke for both of us. "You called us here, so hadn't you better decide?" "Right," Rachelle said, taking a sip of coffee. "We've got a major crisis on our hands, ladies. We're all single women approaching the big four-oh and we can't find a single guy that's bound to fix that problem." "Aren't you exaggerating a little bit?" I asked with a mildly concerted gaze. "No, she's right," Chloe said, taking a drink herself. "You're still the youngest of us, so it doesn't bother you, Carol. But Chelle and I need to solve this, pronto." I shook my head and laughed. "I'm only two years younger than you, Chloe. And five under Chelle." "See? You're still a baby. You still have a few years before the crow's feet and the gray start to show. Me? I've resorted to plucking," Rachelle answered sternly. I sat back and folded my arms. "You two are being stupid." Rachelle lightly touched Chloe's hand. "Let's ignore littlest sister a tick and talk between grownups, Clo." "Agreed," Chloe nodded. The irony here is that, all their lives, Chloe and Rachelle had been the two who LEAST got along in our family. They were ALWAYS fighting. Over toys, over who loved Dad more, over who was taking what boy to prom . . . there was always some problem between the two of them almost every day until Rachelle went off to cooking school. This was the first time I'd seen both of them in the same place at the same time since Kenny and Darb's wedding, and they'd even had it out there. "Well, what are we supposed to do?" Rachelle asked poignantly. "I mean, there's a few guys I wouldn't mind cozying with for a night or two, but . . . for forever? I don't know about that." "What about Ronald Archer?" Chloe asked. "He's good looking and divorced." "Oh no. I dated that clown in high school and caught him bragging that he'd 'deflower' me at prom. If I got with him now, it'd feel like it just took him a little longer to bed me." Chloe nodded again and then Rachelle turned a question on her. "What about Johnson Hewlett?" Chloe burst into uproarious laughter. "Oh please. He still lives with his mama and hasn't held a job in eight years. I didn't pass the bar to marry someone who's that far below my pay-grade." Rachelle returned the nod, and then she and Chloe turned back toward me. "Hey, littlest sister. You freeload too, right? Why don't you and Johnson have you some nice freeloading kids?" I had been sitting at the booth with my arms folded, doing my best to sit out of such a dumb conversation, but that comment forced my hand. "For your information, I look after Dad." "That's not a job," Chloe said, taking another drink. "You guys are living off of his social benefits and Mom's alimony." It was true—Mom had been the breadwinner of the household once Dad became too sick to work, and she still paid Dad alimony. Not because the court ordered her to, but because she did still genuinely care for him after all these years. She wasn't in love with him anymore, but they'd stuck it out for over four decades minus one hiccup. She was paying us enough to keep us comfortable, and even Mr. Hines pitched in to send a few things our way. Like I said, I didn't have any ill-will toward either of them, but my loyalties were to Dad. No matter how they tried to pretty it up, I couldn't forgive Mom for abandoning him or Mr. Hines for stealing his wife. Seeing Dad get worse and worse each day only made the resentment I felt grow stronger, and I didn't like resenting the woman who'd raised me for eighteen years and beyond. I was glad that she had finally stopped cheating and followed her heart, but I couldn't help but feel that she followed it the wrong direction. That said, Chloe's flippant remark pissed me off. "Have you SEEN what Dad's been like for the past ten years, Clo?! Oh, that's right—you couldn't—because you were too busy helping destroy OTHER peoples' marriages while still failing at your own!" Chloe looked at me and her eyes went red. For a moment, I think that she was sincerely deciding against splashing that mug of coffee in my face. "You don't get to talk to me like that! I do my damn job and help people settle cases they'd be helpless against without me! And my marriage with Darren is none of your goddamn business!" "I'm just saying," I said, not backing down. "It's awfully indignant of you to state what I'm NOT doing after you failed at everything you tried to do—both a marriage and a career—in Idaho." "You little witch, I made over a hundred thousand a year! I was a HELL of an attorney. I brought in more revenue than anyone in this family not married to a doctor or a linebacker. The only reason I moved back here was because I missed this place and it felt lonely so far from home!" Rachelle tried to pipe in and calm us down. "Girls—" "If you're so good, why didn't you handle Mom and Dad's case, too? Why only sit back and spectate while the marriage of the two people who raised you crashed and burned!? Why not nail the coffin with your own hands!?" "Girls . . . .!" "That's a low blow, Carol! Would you have felt better if I'd told Mom, 'No sweetie, you don't have to pay that much alimony! Here, let's shave a few hundred off of your poor heartbroken, disabled husband's check!" "Oh, so you mean you weren't 'doing your job'!? Way to prove yourself as a 'HELL of an attorney', sis!" "GIRLS!!!!!!!!" We both turned and burned a hole in Chelle, who was easily just as upset. She took a long breath and darted her eyes between the both of us. "We are too tight of a family to have these kinds of petty arguments! Now, normally, it would be Darbie doing this sort of thing, but since she's not here, it falls on ME to say: 'You two kiss and make up right now!'" Chloe and I were still bitter, but we knew that Chelle was right. Begrudingly, Chloe and I leaned over, hugged, and kissed each other on the cheek. But afterward, we didn't bother with eye contact or have any apologies to say. Rachelle sighed. "Look, maybe it's better if we call this off tonight. You girls had better go home. I'll clean up shop and we can try again some other time. We won't even have to talk about guys or anything, but us 'James Girls' should definitely do this again." "Yeah," we both said simultaneously. Chloe and I started to head out, still not speaking or even looking at each other aside from her arbitrarily asking me if I wanted a lift home. I declined, biting my tongue to remain polite, and told her that I was used to walking. It took me about an hour to make it back to my house, and when I did, there was just a solitary light in my Dad's room. I entered the room and came to check on him. I found him in the wheelchair facing the window. At first, I thought he was asleep but then I heard a soft voice say, "Hey, Lil C." Dad had always called me 'Little C'. Mostly because I was the youngest, but also because of Chloe. She, of course, was 'Big C'. My usual nicknames in the family were either 'Carol' or 'CJ', but only Dad ever called me 'Little C'. I started to hate that nickname when I was in junior high, but after Dad got sick, I slowly lost the will to resist it. Now, the name 'Little C' was one of the most important things in the world to me. Because I didn't know how much longer I'd be able to hear it. James Gang Ch. 02: The James Girls "Hey Dad," I said. "What are you still doing awake?" "Nothing," he said. "Just lookin' outside." Through the window, I could see the tree stump in our backyard where Dwight's treehouse used to be. Dad had cut it down after his death, and that stump served as a painful reminder of a horrible tragedy. More than that, it served as the focal point for when everything in our family went to hell. When Dad started drinking, when we kids started drifting apart . . . . . . When Dad's marriage began to fail. I walked behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. "You can't keep doing this to yourself, Dad. Please, for me . . . you have to move on. Stop thinking about what's not there and focus on what is." "Yeah," he said in a somber tone, never taking his eyes of the tree, even once. 'Yeah'. That was all he ever said. 'Yeah'. I'll work on patching things up with your mother. 'Yeah'. I'll start eating and exercising proper to get my strength back. 'Yeah'. I know the only woman I've ever loved just left me for a man she loves better. 'Yeah'. I'll stop looking at my medicine bottle with serious thoughts about killing myself. If I had grown to love hearing 'Little C', then I had just as surely grown to HATE that word. I started to help him stand. "Come on, Dad. If you haven't eaten yet, let's go and fix you something. Leave the chair, though. You really do need the exercise." "Yeah." ****** The next day, I really needed some cheering up, so I decided to stop by Ken and Darbie's place. When I got there, I could smell the scent of a fresh-cooked breakfast and the sounds of little feet moving around the house. Kenny was probably out to work, so I knew it would just be me and my big sis. "Hey, CJ!" Darbie said with brightest smile I had seen in a long while. It really did help break me out of my funk to see at least somebody in this family being so happy. "Hey Darb," I said, trying my best to fake a smile of my own. Darbie instantly took my hand and yanked me inside. "Please come in and have a sit. If you haven't eaten yet . . . or, hell, even if you have . . . take some bites out of this big ol' breakfast. I overdid it a bit, and that Kenneth didn't oblige me by filling himself. Your timely arrival is undoubtedly the Lord's assistance." How could I refuse a request like that? "Um . . . sure. Can I get a plate?" "Of course, darlin'," Darbie fetched on from the cupboard and placed it in front of me. I admired the girlish flower patterns on it, noting that there was no way in hell that this had belonged to Kenny before he and Darbie started living together. So much of the house was different now. It didn't have that cold, wooden décor of a home with only a lonely, single man inside. It was a filled with lots of furnishings, pictures, chandeliers . . . it was a home that had slowly come to life at the prospect of a new family. Filled with endless possibilities for an optimistic future. Really, it was the complete inverse of the house I now lived in: Once alive, but slowly dying. I put on a good show for Darbie, but I really wasn't all that hungry. I was more invested in just watching her work, as well as keeping an eye on the kids I saw playing in the room a few yards away. They were my nieces and nephews: Donald, Lucy and Trevor. Like Darb and Kenny, Lucy and Trevor were twins. We sometimes teased our brother and sister about 'history repeating itself'. Though we joked about it, we always said that we'd just keep an eye on things for now and see how they developed. We didn't want to get in their way or anything, but we'd have to make sure they knew what they were getting themselves into. But that's if that bridge needed to be crossed, of course. Really, it could happen with ANY of our kids. Kenny and Darb had really set a standard that changed the way this family acted around each other. But I had never seen Darbie so happy in all her life. In fact, way back when Ken had gone to college, Darb seemed to become downright miserable, and her disposition didn't improve much over the next fifteen years. She withdrew from the rest of us, and just liked to keep to herself while rarely ever discussing her personal life. She lived in her pet shop and became more and more distant as time went on. Even after Kenneth came back from school, she hardly made any effort to see any of us. The theory I like to believe is that Darbie never thought that she had a chance with Kenneth. I mean, they were twins and the idea was so ludicrous that most wouldn't even take it seriously. So, she did her best to stay away from him. Like she said in Kenny's story, she tried to make Kenny 'hate her so he wouldn't want to be near her'. As much as Darbie said she was willing to pine for our brother afar, I think she was slowly starting to lose herself to heartache. Like Kenny said, it was a good thing God sent that tree through her building. He had really saved her in the nick of time. I wondered when MY sign would come. When was He going to do something save ME? True, I hadn't secretly pined for my brother for 20 years or anything . . . but when would I be free of watching my Dad slowly fade away in front of my eyes? Where was the magic tree that fixed MY problem? Hell, I would even settle for a small miracle—like some quack doctor with a miracle drug getting a flat tire in front of our house. Or a random fall down the stairs for Mr. Hines that let Mom and Dad get back together. I slapped myself for that one. That sort of wishing wasn't right to do at all, and the Lord was right for ignoring me. "So any news on number five?" I asked Darb. "Not yet, but I think the next few nights are good ones to try again," she answered with an excited grin. "Not that it matters, anyway. Kenny and I well, we tend to do it, um, pretty often." "Yeah, yeah, I get it, you lucky bitch," I teased her. "You don't need to brag." "Oh, but I WANT to," she teased me back. "But what about you, little sis? You're about the same age Kenny and I were when we got hitched. Where's YOUR Prince Charming?" "Don't remind me. Me, Chelle and Clo just had a conversation about that very thing last night." "Oh? And how did that go?" she asked, sitting in the seat across from me. "Miserable. Chloe and I got into it and almost tore each other apart." Her eyes went wide. "YOU and Chloe? But, she and Chelle were always the ones that—" "I know, I know. Like I said, it's not my proudest moment." I took a swig of nice cold milk. "She really pissed me off, though. She said that taking care of Dad 'wasn't a real job'." Darbie merely sighed. "She's just thinking of things like people with big fancy educations usually do. She didn't mean anything by it." Just the answer I expected, of coure—Darbie always WAS the one who saw the bright side to everybody. Except Kenny for a good while. For years, she wouldn't let him get away with ANYTHING. However, after I mentioned our father, Darbie began to feel a bit dejected. "So how is he? Dad, I mean?" "He's getting worse, Darb," I answered with a sigh. "I don't know what to do. It's like he's given up on life. I think the faint hope that he wouldn't die alone is the only thing that kept him going all this time. But now that Mom's left, he just don't care anymore." "I see," Darbie said her eyes staring downward. Like everybody else, we had hoped that Mom and Dad would work things out between them after Mom came clean, but she was too far in love with Mr. Hines. The guilt had to be especially hard for Darbie because it was her marriage which kicked off the whole disaster—if she and Kenny hadn't gotten together, Mom might have stayed with Dad until the end. "Don't blame yourself," I said, reaching out and grasping my sister's hand. "Mom and Dad were miserable for a long time. Now she's happy, you're happy, and Kenny's happy." "Yeah, but that doesn't make me feel none better," Darbie answered, leaving the table to start cleaning the dishes in her sink. "I mean, I wouldn't trade these last three years for anything in the world. But, when you talk about Dad . . . it makes feel a mite guilty." "Well, shoot, sis . . . as long as you and Kenny are happy, that's really all that matters." Darbie stopped and her head seemed to disappear in the clouds. "Yes we are. I still can't believe it. Here I am, standing in his kitchen—OUR kitchen—while Kenneth, the only husband I've dreamed of all these years, is off at work, soon to come back home to our family. I have four beautiful children, and the promise of more to come. CJ, I dreamed of my life being EXACTLY like this for over twenty years. I saw this exact scene in my dreams almost every night. And, I'm still afraid that somebody's gonna walk up and pinch me." I laughed, "Well that somebody ain't gonna be me. I like seein' you so happy. It's a much better sight than watching Dad wait to die alone. It's just . . . All I ask is that a little of your dreamin' spill over my way." Darbie stopped at what I said and turned. "Wait, CJ. Dad CAN'T die alone." I sat back in my chair with a dumbfounded gaze. "Huh?" "You're there with him, aintcha? So then he ain't alone." "Aw, you know what I meant, Darb. Dad wants to be with someone who loves him as a man, not just as family." "Well . . ." Darb began, leaning back on the sink. "Maybe you could help with that." I went bug-eyed. "Darbie James! Are you suggesting that I—" "Before you get upset, hear me out. I had a very similar reaction when I first realized that I was in love with Kenny. I mean, Kenny and I had been thicker than water ever since we were infants. Hell, we even climbed out of the womb at nearly the same time. Because we were the same age, me and Kenny were always in the same classes together, sharing the same activities and holding the same groups of friends. After a while, it just felt right for us to always be together. "Then, when we got to middle school and Kenny started making new friends. He started looking throwing himself at other girls. I felt him pulling away from me, and it made me mad. It made me hate him. I started being meaner to him, I think because I just wanted him to react to me . . . to pay attention to me in one way or another. But Kenny was always nice, and he put up with me even when I was unbelievably nasty to him. But just being around him made me feel weak. It made my breath thin and my heart flutter. "That's when it dawned on me: I was in love with my own twin brother! "'It isn't right to be thinkin' of my brother this way', I kept saying to myself. I tried to deny it for so long. For years, I used to tell myself that I was just angry at Kenny because he was acting like a charlatan. Treating all those girls like . . . like . . . TOYS. But, really, I think I was equal parts jealous of them. I knew what Kenny needed. I knew how to make him happy. All I needed him to do was to see it. To want it. Then, after Kenny came back from school and found himself blacklisted as husband material, he always moped about what he didn't have. About the love he'd missed out on. I needed him to stop looking at what wasn't there and start seeing what was." Those words stopped my breath. "I'm not suggesting you do anything you feel indecent. I'm just saying that you need to really examine things. Of all of us, why did YOU stay behind, CJ? Why you? Why do yourself back just to look after Dad? Me and Kenneth and Mom were still around, and we could have pulled the weight while you went off and saw the world like Grace or Barb. You could have just put things aside just for a bit until you got to fulfill your dreams. You also didn't owe it to Mom to cover up that horrible affair for all that time. You could have told him the truth at any time and forced the two of them to deal with things. But you didn't. Everything you've done, Caroline, has been for the sake of Dad. To protect him. And now, all I'm saying is that you start thinking about why." Of course, Darb was right about all of those things . . . I had suffered a whole lot in order to stay behind and take care of Dad. Mom and I barely spoke either; not because I didn't care for her, but because if she wasn't going to help Dad, then who was? I also realized that, despite everything I'd told myself, I really did hate Mr. Hines. Even if I believe that he loved Mom, Dad was here first, and going out of his way to court a married woman was putting more stress on an unhappy home. If he was really decent, he should have stayed his nose out of their business and let Mom and Dad work things out between them. Then, Dad might have been able to move on while he was still hale and hearty rather than in such poor health. What Darbie said made me think while I sat in the living room and watched my nieces and nephews play. When Kenny came home, I watched he and Darbie greet each other with a kiss. It still got to me, seeing my older brother and sister kiss each other as lovers, but it didn't weird me out. It never weirded me out. Like I said, I was the one who had been the most supportive of them when they first fell in love. I think it was because, somewhere inside, I thought it was genius of Darbie. Not too many men in town had the qualifications that Kenny had: handsome, successful, kind, and upstanding. Kenny was a diamond in the rough that most women in town had passed on because of his shenanigans in high school. But Darbie had seen through all of that. She saw the great man that was there all along, and she didn't let the fact that they were blood deter her. As I watched him and Darb together, I remembered when I got a little tipsy at their wedding and told Darbie that I was 'jealous'. And now, looking at them, I still was. Physically, Kenny had everything a woman could desire: a chiseled jaw, a strong nose, broad shoulders, and manly hands. Like I said, handsomeness ran in our family. Which meant that it all came from Dad. I went home after a while, even though Darb and Kenny wanted me to stay a bit longer. I just kissed them both on the cheek and told them to 'Have fun with number five'. Darbie gave me the wickest grin I'd ever seen, and Kenny just sat there, confused. On the walk home, I pondered the lingering feel of Kenny's cheek on my lips. I remembered his scent, savored the texture of his skin. I blocked out thoughts of him as my 'brother' and thought of him just as a man. Then, I thought about what his lips might have felt like if I'd kissed them instead. What if I had explored him with a little tongue? What if I'd let him touch me with those large, strong hands? I pondered all of these things as I walked back to my home, until I once again I saw the light on in Dad's room. I went to Dad and we pretty much repeated the exact scene from the night before. I pulled him away from the window, made him dinner, tucked him into bed, and kissed him goodnight. Except his time, instead of kissing him on the cheek or the forehead, I kissed my father on the lips. Not for too long. Just a quick peck. Dad had much of the same texture, the same smell, the same flavor as Kenny. It was different . . . more 'pure' somehow . . . but very similar. I didn't really know how to describe it. Dad was like Kenneth, but more. I showered, brushed my teeth and went to bed, but as I lay down in my bed, I began to touch myself and think of Dad. I slipped a finger into my pussy and rubbed my clit with the other hand. As I writhed under my sheets, moaning softly, I thought of his face kissing mine . . . his hands all over my body . . . his mouth consuming my tits. I kept these images firmly in my mind, and when I came, cried out, "Daddy! Oh Daddy!" as I gushed all over my linens. It was the strongest orgasm I'd ever had just from touching myself, and it left me breathless. But being honest with myself, I still wasn't exactly sure what to think of the whole thing. At the very least, though, Darbie's idea didn't seem all that far-fetched any longer. I needed to think on it a little more, but I knew I couldn't take much time about it. Dad wouldn't be able to last much longer. ****** I repeated the same pattern a few more nights, laying in my bed, touching myself and thinking of Daddy. My climaxes only grew more and more intense, and the awkwardness I felt quickly faded, replaced only by excitement. I became more sure. I came until I passed out every night, and my dreams were filled with erotic visions of Daddy. When I woke up and saw his face, my heart beat a little faster. I began to study his features in earnest, and I realized that they were beginning to make me wet beyond measure. Like always, I doted on him hand and foot. I spent every waking moment trying to please him. But this time, my motives were changing. Or maybe, these were my true motives all along. I was helping this wonderful, kind man—one who had slowly had everything that mattered to him in life taken away—and I wanted nothing more to make him happy. For the first time, instead of leaving the room when my father showered, I offered to help him clean. He looked at me strangely , but I did my best to hide my true intentions. I told him that I was afraid of him falling in the shower. After a little begging, he finally agreed to let me wash him. It didn't feel awkward to me at all. I had helped bathe Daddy before during some of his 'bad days', but only when Mom had been the one touching him. This time, it was just me. My hands rubbing soap across his mature body. My fingers touching the grooves of his ass and the muscles of his chest. I took my time and savored the feeling, and it was actually torture when I had to take my hands away from his cock and balls. I think I might have felt him stiffen a little, but I didn't want to press it. I think all of that made him feel a little weird. But as for me? The only thing that felt 'weird' was that I wasn't naked with him. That's when I knew what I wanted. I wanted Daddy to know that there was still a woman who loved him. A woman who would do anything for him. A woman who desired him body and soul, and would stay with him, cherish him, for the rest of his days. I would have done anything to see him smile. But, I wasn't smart enough for this. Like I said, I'd had a little bit of sex here and there, but it was always awkward. I didn't know the first thing about pleasing a man. I needed help. ****** "Okay, girls," Rachelle said, pouring more coffee. "'James Girls Meeting' Part Two." Rachelle and Chloe were kindly willing to meet up again after the horrible fiasco that was our first night. Chloe and I promised to behave ourselves, and Rachelle seemed satisfied, although she threatened to throw us out of the kitchen if we started fighting again. Once again, she acted as our hostess for this meeting, since we were still using her restaurant as our little 'clubhouse'. "Okay, so what do we talk about this time?" Chloe asked. "Well, I heard you went on a date last week?" Rachelle said excitedly. "Er, yeah, I did. With Ronald Archer, actually," Chloe said. "Oh that jerk?" Rachelle snubbed her nose. "How did it go?" "Not so bad, actually. I'm still not convinced that anything serious is going to happen, but . . . the guy at least knows what he's doing in the sack." Rachelle's eyes went large. "You DIDN'T!!" "I did. It was a long time since I had, so I did. Don't regret it either. Like I said, the guy was good." "Yeah, but Ron Archer . . .? He . . . I just . . . Ugh. I don't think I could stand it." "Well, who the hell else are we going to start sleeping with? EACH OTHER?" The two girls coughed uneasily and diverted their gaze. Like I said, the reality of Kenny and Darbie's relationship had made things in our family a lot different. "Um . . . m-maybe we should avoid any topics about men?" James Gang Ch. 02: The James Girls "Good idea," Rachelle agreed. "Littlest sister, this meeting was your idea, so maybe you have a topic for us to talk about?" It was true. I was the one who had asked for us to meet this time around. So here we were the very next day, all together again, but I was beginning to feel nervous about the topic I'd chosen. "I . . . ah . . . I want to talk about Daddy," I said squeamishly. Rachelle and Chloe looked at each other. "I don't know if that counts as 'avoiding'," Chloe said. "Dad IS a man . . . technically." She took a sip. "And since when did you start calling him 'Daddy'? We only ever called him that when we wanted something." "Hush, Clo," Rachelle said, apparently afraid I'd get upset again. But she needn't have worried. I was far too jittery to feel anger. "Go on, hon." "Well, Daddy's health is getting worse," I told them. "I called over his personal physician and he pulled me aside and told me that if something doesn't change in his disposition, Daddy may not last another six months." The girls were silent for a while. The prospect of a loved one dying—actually DYING—was something that really slapped you in the face once you saw the reality of it. Yes, you can stare at a sick person day in and day out and know that it might be a matter of time before they check out, but when you're actually given a date . . . when time suddenly a limited quantity . . . that's when you stop and take notice. "What do you need us to do?" Chloe asked. "Well . . . I - I want to give D-Daddy something for a . . . a gift, " I began, feeling my agitation spike higher and higher with each word. My hands shook uncontrollably and I began spilling coffee from my mug all over the dining table. "B-But . . . I . . . I don't know t-the best way to d-do it . . ." "Hey, hey, be calm," Rachelle said, taking my hands. At least to stop me from spilling coffee all over her table. "What are you so worried about, hon?" "Yeah," Chloe asked me curiously. "What's this present you want to give Daddy." A sharp chill washed down my spine and I felt my throat grow dry and sore. I looked down at my hands, watching my fingers fidget as I contemplated my next words. I questioned whether or not this was really a good idea. Was I just going to embarrass myself? Would they even take me seriously? Beads of sweat ran down my forehead as I contemplated my fate. It wasn't for me to back out now. I could just make up something else—tell them some last minute lie. Even if it was utterly ridiculous, they'd just laugh it off as me being the 'naïve littlest sister'. But then, I thought of Daddy. Sitting alone in that chair. Just waiting to die. And I knew what I had to say. "M-Me," I said to them. The life drained from both of their faces. Rachelle's hands left mine and she and Chloe both sat back in their seats, eyeing me with a silent, cold glare. I didn't dare look at them . . . I don't think I could have taken it without running from the restaurant screaming. But I had taken a step over that line now, and there was no going back. "Say again, little sister?" Chloe said. "I could have sworn that you just said that the 'present' you want to give our father is . . . 'YOU'?!" I nodded. "It . . . it is." Again, they just stared. "Okay, explain to us what 'giving yourself' means in this context. Maybe we're not—" "It means exactly what you think it means," I told Rachelle, staring her firmly in the eye. "I want Daddy to fuck me." Again, Rachelle leaned back, rubbing her head with her hand. "Okaaaaay . . . At least I'm not weirded out by Ron Archer anymore. I can tell you that much." Then Chloe turned to me. "Carol, we know that you're trying to do everything to help Dad, but this . . . this . . ." "A pity fuck for your father? Is this even what you really WANT?" "It is NOT a 'pity fuck'," I told them. "I want to make love to him for me, too. Forever, if he'll have me." "WHY?!" they both exclaimed at the same time. I swallowed firmly before I answered. "Because my Daddy needs me, and all I want to do is make him happy. You two sat down here the other day and started crossing off guys from your lists because of the stupidest little faults. 'No, this one is too poor.' 'No this one was mean to me.' 'No this one has cooties.' You were acting petty and selfish, and not even thinking about what love is even supposed to mean. But to be fair, for years, I was no better myself. Now, it makes me sick to my stomach. "Kenny and Darbie showed us all. They showed us that loving someone doesn't have to follow 'rules'. It's not pride or ego or what other people think. It's about what makes you both happy and not giving two fucks what anyone else has to say about it. After we left here last time, I went home and I thought long and hard about what 'love' means, and I realized I love Daddy. In more ways than just one. And, he's strong, kind and very, VERY handsome. He doesn't need to prove himself, and he shouldn't have to. He's already proven how much he loves us for over twenty years." The two of them didn't have anything to say after that. They began to see just how serious I was, so their objections dropped. They merely looked at each other for a time, before they both turned back to me. "So why haven't you done it? You know . . . um . . . o-offered yourself to him?" "Because, I'm afraid he won't like me. I don't have your boobs, Rachelle, or Chloe's looks, or Darbie's ass. I'm the plainest of all the James Girls. What if when I'm standing there, offering him what I . . . what I have . . . he looks at me and tells me it isn't enough?" Chloe shook her head and smiled. "So you really want to do this, then?" "I do," I repeated. Chloe let out a deep breath. "In that case, I might have a plan to help you. " "Clo!" Rachelle gasped. "The girl's made up her mind, Chelle, and if there' s one thing the last three years have taught me, it's that our family is notoriously stubborn. I still think she's crazy . . . absolutely crazy . . . but like she said, since Kenny and Darbie and their crazy wedding, all bets are off!" Rachelle sighed, poured a fair bit of alcohol into her coffee and took one giant swig. "Okay," she said finally, "tell us what this plan of yours is." ****** From that point on, I spent all my time with Daddy and I made sure he took all of his medication, ate the right foods and exercised properly. He was still plenty depressed, but he didn't fuss when I basically micromanaged his life. I think he just figured I was acting of his meddling little girl, obsessing over his well-being. But that was only half of it. I was trying to build up my Daddy's strength. There wasn't much I could do about his depression—at least not YET—but I could make sure his body was up for what I had in mind. Dad had worked in a steel mill most of his life, so he had plenty of muscle on him, and he had never been an overeater, so there wasn't much fat. However, when his liver went bad, he stopped doing the everyday things that kept his body tugging along like normal. A lot of his muscle had become underused, and he'd become too accustomed to using his chair to get around. For sixteen weeks, I spent every waking moment undoing as much of that as I could. I had my Daddy doing yoga, going for walks with me to the store, and tons more. This was all Chloe's idea: she told me that one of the things that determined a man's sexual potency was his health and fitness. Daddy was a little under 60, so he wouldn't be as healthy as he used to be, and even worse, it had been so long since he'd made love that his libido had completely crashed and burned. But Chloe told me it might be possible to help kick-start his libido by helping him exercise. Chloe had handled lots of cases with elderly divorcés over the years, so she knew a few things that older guys did to put themselves back on the market and increase their sex drive. In the meantime, I began feeding him lots and lots of protein and vitamins. Rachelle helped me conjure up a special diet for him that would give Daddy his strength back, and even help ease his depression. To further help with the last part, I took Daddy to see his grandkids. We made a trip to Kenny and Darbie's—she was already pregnant with baby number five by this point, and Barbara brought her four-year-old son as well. I even tried to get Sarah and Grace to make another appearance, but both of them were understandably a bit busy to stop by. Still, it seemed to work. Seeing his grandchildren playing and the kids he raised happily married seemed to make Daddy a bit happier. But each night, he was still just sitting there . . . staring at that damn stump. So, I knew it still wasn't enough. During all of this, began to break try and subtly break down Daddy's resistance. I touched him more than usual. I talked to him in a lower, more sultry tone than usual. I did exercises along with him so that he could watch me stretching my young, flexible body. I sat in his lap while he watched television, subtly grinding my pussy over his cock through our clothes. And I continued to bathe him every single day. I flooded him every second of the day with sexual suggestion. I even found some tips for seduction on the internet, such as putting my own cum behind my ears to keep him in a more subconsciously aroused state. That way, every time I worked my suggestion, his brain would automatically make the connection to sex. That was what I wanted: for his brain to subconsciously connect "Caroline" with "Fuck". I kept this up for months, occasionally reporting my progress to Rachelle and Chloe. By this point, even Kenneth and Darbie, along with Barbara and her husband Zachary, were helping me out. The whole family was pitching in to help with my little scheme. It didn't even bother us that we were talking about what was essentially father-daughter incest anymore. Once again, Kenneth and Darbie had changed EVERYTHING. And then finally, the day I had been waiting for arrived. ****** The way we had planned it, I would give Daddy my 'gift' right on his 60th birthday. It was the longest day of my entire life. Chloe and Rachelle had been coaching me on how to act, and they even bought me an extremely tight blouse and a short skirt which would help keep Daddy focused on me. It wasn't exactly lewd—the neckline was just barely low enough to show a few centimeters of cleavage and the skirt was long enough that nothing showed unless I bent over . . . which I did, more than once, in Daddy's full view. The plan was set to start around sundown, right after Daddy and I finished dinner. I had never been so nervous. I was worried that I had done something wrong, that I'd forgotten part of the plan, or that Daddy wasn't reacting the way I wanted him to. There were just so many things in this plan that could fail. But I wouldn't back down. The entire family was counting on me—we had all been planning this for over a third of a year, and everything hinged on tonight. I cooked Daddy a huge meal, once again taking advantage of recipes I had learned from Rachelle. Daddy gobbled it all up eagerly, and I was thrilled to see his enthusiasm. It gave me a bit of optimism about what I was only minutes away from doing. "Oh, thank you, sweetheart," Daddy said as he leaned back in his chair. "That was the best meal I'd had in a long, long time. It was the greatest birthday present I could ask for." Seated opposite of him, I swallowed hard and balled my skirt into my fists, knowing that the time had come. "Um, t-that wasn't ALL of your present, Daddy. If . . . if you give me a few minutes to set it up, you can come and g-get the rest of it in the l-living room." "Oh Lil C, you don't have to do anything else for me. This was just fine." "N-No," I protested. "I – I insist that you receive the rest of your gift immediately. J-Just give me a few minutes, Daddy. I'll call you into the living room when I . . . when IT'S . . . ready." I went into the next room and stripped completely nude, kicking my clothing out of view. Then, I took the sexiest pose I could muster and called Daddy inside. "Okay, Daddy! Come and get it!" I heard him leaving the kitchen and heading toward the living room. I had positioned myself at the far end of the room, where he would HAVE to walk in in order to see me. My plan hinged upon him not being able to look at me and walk away before getting an eyeful of my total nakedness. It worked. When Daddy walked in the room and saw me, his eyes practically popped out of his skull. "C-C-Carol, honey . . .? What . . . what are you doing?" I wiggled my hips and rubbed my hand over all of my smooth, peachy skin. "Happy Birthday, Daddy," I cooed. He stood there, his mouth and eyes open wide, but scanning every inch of my naked frame. I turned slowly, giving him a full view of everything I wanted him to have. "Carol, sweetie, you can't mean that you—" "Yeah, Daddy," I breathed softly. "I'm your birthday present." "And not JUST her," a voice said from behind the door. Daddy spun in place and found a completely naked Chloe and Rachelle stepping out from behind the door. "Happy Birthday, Daddy!" Both girls spoke simultaneously. This had been Chloe's idea. I was still quite nervous about the whole thing. I wasn't sure I'd have the courage to go through with this . . . I was worried that Daddy wouldn't find me sexually appealing. But, Rachelle assured me that I was far sexier than I gave myself credit for. Even so, Chloe then said that if I was that worried, then she would participate, to halve the odds of Daddy's refusal. But then, Rachelle suddenly decided that she wanted in on it, too. And so it was settled. When Daddy beheld three of his daughters' young and nubile bodies approaching him with lust-filled eyes, he didn't stand a chance. "G-G-G-Girls . . . please . . ." he tried to say in vain. "It's . . . it's not that I don't appreciate the effort, but . . ." "But nothing, Daddy," Rachelle responded. "I haven't had man in ages, and poor Carol has been working her little butt off for months to set this up for you. You're going to sit on that couch over there, relax, and let us make you feel good." Daddy didn't resist as my sisters and I led him over to the couch and slowly started to undress him. He still looked positively stunned—ready to wake up at any moment. But, personally, I was glad this wasn't a dream. I'd been dreaming about Daddy's cock for far too long now. I was more than ready for the real thing. When Daddy was comfortable, the three of us slid down his pants and shorts. His cock was fully at attention—longer than I'd ever thought it could be. Chloe and Rachelle licked their lips immediately, and both of them leaned forward, with eager mouths ready to capture his manhood. Unfortunately, the two of them comically bumped foreheads, causing a brief pause and a mutual glare. "Dammit, Chelle! Back off! Let me go first!" "Fudge to that, Clo! I was here first!" I chuckled. Now this was more like the Rachelle and Chloe I'd known as a child. I let the two of them fight over which of them got to suck and lick Daddy's cock. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, just as I'd fantasized of doing for months on end. I gently caressed Daddy's cheek as our tongues rolled together, enjoying the richness of his saliva. In the end, Daddy's cock had plenty of room for both Rachelle and Chloe, and myself as well. While the two of them licked and nibbled on the head and shaft of Daddy's cock, I took the time to lovingly play with his balls. My older sisters took turns painting every inch of Daddy's cock with the shimmering wetness of their tongues. They didn't even seem to mind one bit when their lips and tongues would occasionally touch. In fact, my two feuding sisters even stopped and kissed one-another deeply for a brief time before giving Daddy a brisk double tit-fucking. Eventually, I turned myself upside down, allowing myself to take Daddy's shaft in my mouth while he gently lapped on my pussy. His mustache tickled my clit just a little bit, and it made me shudder as I came. Daddy didn't seem to mind, and he lapped up my juices as they flowed from my tunnel. The time or the main event came shortly thereafter. This time, there was no debate: I was the one who'd dreamt of fucking my Daddy for all this time, so I was the one who got to enjoy him first. Rachelle fished out a set of condoms and slid one on Daddy so that we were ready to begin. I eagerly pressed myself into Daddy's lap, my chest heaving in anticipation. "Little C," Daddy called to me, just as I was ready to mount him. I glanced into his eyes, and saw that there was still a bit of hesitance. Daddy was giving me another chance to back out. To make sure that this was what I really wanted. But I just smiled and kissed Daddy right on his lips as I slid my hips down . . . and finally . . . finally felt my Daddy's cock slid into my pussy. I wasn't quite ready for it. Daddy was larger than I'd expected, far better than the boys I'd screwed in my younger years. Never had I felt someone fill me so thoroughly. Once again, I leaned forward and kissed Daddy as I slowly bounced in his lap, enjoying every inch of his length as much as I could. I felt even happier when Daddy's head lowered to my breasts and popped one into his mouth. Daddy suckled eagerly on my rubbery areola, causing me to moan with deep pleasure. His hands reached down to my ass, with each of his thick, strong hands taking a hard squeeze of one cheek. This was exactly what I wanted. "Yesssss . . . touch me, Daddy. Touch me all over," I whispered. "My body is yours. Only for you." I felt his hands tighten, and his mouth slobbered my tits even more hungrily. I don't know how many times I came then, but I think I blacked out, because the next thing I knew, I was laying on my back while Rachelle rode Daddy reverse cowgirl, and Chloe was licking the place where their cock and pussy met. Rachelle yelled out through several orgasms before Rachelle took her place, showing off her flexibility by placing her legs on Daddy's shoulders while they fucked. Again, I couldn't help but chuckle: even now, we still couldn't put aside our little petty rivalries. But that was fine with me. Because I had an ace up my sleeve. Sure enough, the girls eventually had to go home. Granted, we'd been fucking for hours on end, and all of us were starting to tire, but both of them had businesses to attend to first thing in the morning. But me? I was the 'freeloader', remember? I didn't have anyplace to go . . . . . . except my Daddy's bed. He was asleep when I crawled next to him, taking his still-stiff cock in my mouth. I purred softly as I took all of Daddy's inches cleanly into my throat. God, he tasted even better now, with the mixture of sex spicing the meat. While he slept, I licked every inch of my father's delicious cock clean, using my fingers to bring my pussy back to full moistness in the meantime. It wasn't long before Daddy woke up, and he glanced at me with fervid surprise. "Little C . . . you don't . . . you don't have to do this anymore. It's not my birthday anymore, baby . . ." But I just smiled at him. "You still haven't figured it out, Daddy? Your birthday was just an excuse. I've been wanting this for a long, long time. The other girls might have just wanted this for a little fun tonight, but this was very real to me. This is how I want it to be from now on, Daddy. Every single night." I pulled the sheets from over his body and climbed right into bed with him. I positioned myself over Daddy's cock once more, eager to get it back inside me. "Wait, darling!" he suddenly cried out.