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Subject: RP: 20/20 "Jake & Jack" by Rhett Dreams [mf, incest]
A repost of one of my personal faves.
Note: This is fiction and is intended for mature audiences.
JAKE & JACK
c. 1994, by Rhett Dreams
EPILOGUE
We finished the restoration of the Victorian two days before Dad
and Marion returned from their honeymoon. We took them directly there
from the airport. Despite their exhaustion from the long flight and the six
hour time difference, Dad insisted on carrying Marion over the threshold.
When they entered Dad stopped dead in his tracks and I could see his eyes
widen in appreciation. The main hall stretched from the front entrance to
the elegant staircase in the back. The oak floors gleamed and perfectly
reflected the light from the antique crystal chandelier above their heads.
He put Marion down and her face reflected almost the same
amazement as his. The walked left, through the front and back parlors,
each freshly painted in a color appropriate for the era and sporting the same
gleaming floors as well as matching fireplaces with polished hardwood
mantels.
They went back through the hall and through the formal dining
room, the family room and into the kitchen, admiring each room as they
went, complimenting Jack, Jill and me constantly. We went up the wide
staircase and directed them first to the family bedrooms and baths before
bringing them back to the master suite.
Except for this room and the kitchen, none of the house was
furnished. The day before, Jake and I had rented a U-haul and brought all
of the furniture from Dad's room to the new house and set up their
bedroom. Marion laughed when she opened a closet and found all of dad's
suits and shirts hung neatly in two rows. Jill brought her to the other
closet
and proudly showed her all the clothes that she had brought over from
Marion's apartment. We left the newly-weds there and went back to the
house to finish packing.
- o -
Over the last several years, quite a bit has happened to the people
introduced in this narrative.
Sophie Patterson started working part-time for Quince as a
stripper-dancer for hire at bachelor parties. This began when we were still
dating, without my knowledge, and continued after I learned about it and
objected. What started out as a once- or twice-a-week job for spending
and college money gradually increased to the point where she was working
most nights during the week and two or three times on weekend nights.
Sophie became addicted to the thrills of public exposure. She also became
extremely good at it.
We gradually drifted away during the following school year, dating
others but still remaining good friends and occasional lovers. She'd come
by late at night after stripping for a room of drunk men with a wild look in
her eye, and either Jack or I would take her upstairs for a wild ride. Both
of us wore condoms now with Sophie but she never challenged our
un-stated concern.
Her grades suffered because of her extracurricular activities, but she
did get accepted to one of the state schools in Northern California. She
lasted less than a full year in college because her continued stripping and
dancing activities made it difficult to study and her sizable income made her
wonder why she bothered. In the last letter I received from Sophie she
wrote that she was now the headliner at a North Beach strip club in San
Francisco, was making three grand in a bad week, and had taken one of the
other dancers as a lover. She also told me in this letter, after urging me
never to tell, that my Dad had been to the strip club when he was in San
Francisco for a convention.
"I recognized him half-way through my routine," she wrote. "I did
the rest focusing only on him. When I finished I had one of the girls take a
note to him, inviting him backstage to my dressing room. I hope you aren't
angry at me, Jake, but I seduced him that night." Her postscript to this
letter said he had the biggest she'd ever seen.
I worry whenever I think about her, and imagine the toll of her new
lifestyle. Her letters, however, continue to remind me of the old Sophie,
open and intelligent, curious and ready for new experiences. She has
recently taken up backpacking and is often trekking someplace in the
Sierras with friends.
"She'll be okay," I tell myself but still I worry.
- o -
Wendy Glendennon wrote every now and then to Jack and I. She
hated Chicago, in part because she lived in a high-rise with her parents and
went to an all-girl's school in the city. In her early letters she complained
that she had no opportunity for sex except with a girlfriend that she'd
introduced to lesbian sex. In a subsequent letter she told us that she'd
seduced the headmaster of the school as was now getting fucked almost
daily.
We lost track of her after her father was transferred again, this time
to California.
- o -
Joan Patterson had the baby, a healthy girl who she named Melinda
after my mother. The incestuous relationships continued in the Patterson
family but toned down considerably as Angela and Ralph began dating kids
their own age. Angela grew up to be a real beauty, although not as
voluptuous as her older sister. Ralph's interests in video games transferred
to computers and he is now a sophomore at MIT.
During my last visit home I joined them for dinner, and it was a real
joy to see my four year-old daughter running around, and calling me Uncle
Jake. I must have passed along my mother's genes because she looked alot
like Cathy did at this age: Blond hair, blue eyes and skinny.
For old times sake I went downstairs with Joan while Bill watched
Melinda. I bound her into Bill's latest invention and fucked her, first in
her
cunt and then I finished in her ass. She told me she was seeing Frank
Reynolds once a week for a "nooner" at a downtown hotel. Bill didn't
mind and had occasional lovers of his own outside the marriage. He told
me, to my surprise, that he'd received a call from "Carolyn" a few months
before my visit, and that they enjoyed an afternoon together at a motel. He
still didn't know that she was my sister.
- o -
Cathy dated Carl Jefferson for most of their freshman year at UVA
but broke up when his suspicions that she was sleeping with others became
certain. She is married now to a wealthy lawyer in New York and they
have a baby son. He works all the time and she stays home taking care of
the baby and, she tells me, has an occasional affair to keep things
interesting. When I visit her in New York or when she's back in
Charlottesville for a visit, with or without her busy husband, she always
finds time to fuck me or Jack or both of us. She must have visited at least
once when we weren't around and rekindled the relationship with Bill.
She's off the pill now, hoping for at least one other child, and insists
we wear condoms unless we take her up the ass, which is quite often. Her
husband, it turns out, is not fond of that practice.
- o -
Dad and Marion's marriage thrived and it was always a joy to come
home for the holidays to the beautiful Victorian. Jill is now a high school
senior, very attractive, and she is a lock to graduate number one in her
class. She'll be going to Smith College in the fall. We never did
consummate our relationship with sex and I'm glad. When I am home she
tells me everything about her life and wants to hear about mine. She had a
lengthy affair with one of her high school teachers but is now dating a
graduate student from UVA.
The Jefferson's are always around when Jack and I come home for
holidays and summer vacations. Jill told me once that she suspects that
Marion and Helen Jefferson have swapped husbands on occasion but I find
that difficult to believe of my straight-laced father. Elise and Christina
Jefferson followed their brother's footsteps and went to UVA. Elise and
Jack dated throughout their senior years at high school and remain close
friends but not lovers. Christina and I were secret lovers during the same
period, while my relationship with Sophie waned. I remember fondly
taking her cherries in my third-floor room in the Victorian, her mouth and
cunt first, then her big meaty black ass. She was an enthusiastic lover and
developed into the best cock-sucker I've ever experienced, the first since
Wendy who could take all of my cock down her throat.
- o -
Jack is a senior at the University of Iowa. He went there on an
athletic scholarship to wrestle and was NCAA champ at 190 pounds during
his junior year and just missed at 200-and-something his last year. He also
joined the golf team his junior year and became extremely good at that
sport. I've played with him a couple of times, and he combines incredibly
long drives with very soft hands around the green. He hopes to qualify for
the Hogan tour after he graduates.
His current sweetheart is a sophomore there, a tall corn-fed blond
girl who was almost a virgin when he met her, but who took to kinky sex
like a fish to water. I visited him once on a drive across country. He had
never told the girl, Debbie, that he had an identical twin. Anticipating my
arrival he invited her over for dinner and kept me hidden until he had tied
her to his bed. Over the next three hours we took turns fucking the
helpless but all-too-willing girl four times, only one of us visible at a
time.
She was thoroughly amazed at "Jack's" recuperative powers as we dumped
cum in each of her holes, twice in her tight pussy. After a twenty minute
respite after my last cum in her ass, we walked in together, smiling, our
cocks once again at full mast. We untied the shocked girl and she looked
from me to Jack and back until her confused expression gave way to a sexy
grin. We made love to her one more time that night, finishing with a
sandwich fuck as I lay beneath her, my cock in her cunt, and Jack drove his
cock into her well-oiled ass.
- o -
I'll graduate in a few months with a degree in architecture, and will
begin the long and not very profitable practice of learning my trade. But I
love it, drawing buildings and solving the engineering problems that at first
seem impossible. I've interned at architectural firms for two summers now,
and I know I'm as good as many and better than most.
My current love is a radical departure from my usual attraction to
full-figured girls like Sophie and Christina. Cindy is a petite Asian girl,
just
over five feet tall and not even a hundred pounds. I met her at the Karate
studio that I attend twice a week to keep in shape and to maintain my
timing.
Her tits are small, not even a mouthful, but very firm. Her hips are
narrow. She wears her straight black hair extremely long and it reaches the
crack of her pert little ass. She was not a virgin when I met her but had
never taken a cock in her mouth, much less in her ass. I was captivated by
her exotic, almond-shaped eyes and her quiet, deferential manner. Even
before I first took her to bed I guessed that she would be a submissive
lover.
When we finally did make love my suspicions were confirmed.
After a first fuck that had her whimpering in discomfort as a worked my
thick cock into her extremely tight pussy, I took her from the rear as she
knelt on all fours. I held her hair bunched together in one hand like a leash
as I fucked her and spanked her ass. She came many times before I
finished and clearly enjoyed the nasty treatment.
The next time she came over I ordered her to strip as soon as she
entered the door. At my order she begged me to use her mouth for my
pleasure and knelt before me submissively while I fucked her mouth. When
I came I pulled out and shot my cum all over her face.
It took me a half-dozen times before I was able to get my cock fully
into her very tight ass but she grew to like this treatment best of all. As I
type these last few words Cindy, my slave, enters the room and kneels in
the middle, naked, her face lowered and her hair done into a long thick
braid down her back. If she's followed my standing instructions, and she
always does, her lips are done up in deep red lipstick, her pussy is wet and
ready and her ass is oiled.
It will go like this when I finish typing.
"Slave, your master is done and needs you."
"How may I serve you, Master?"
I will get up and move toward her and say, "Strip me."
"Yes, master," she'll say and remove my clothes carefully, folding
them up before she puts them aside, her eyes lowered.
"Use your slut mouth to make me hard."
She'll kneel before me and take my cock as deep as she can, sucking
hard, her tiny fingers playing with my balls or slipping behind to enter my
ass.
"Look at me," I'll have to say, because she always keeps her eyes
lowered unless told otherwise but I love to watch a woman's eyes when she
sucks my cock. Cindy's black, almond-shaped eyes will reflect the pride
she takes in performing this and other duties. When I'm hard I'll order her
off and tell her to assume position two. Her face will light up as she turns
and lowers her head to the floor and keeps her ass in the air. Her hands
will reach back to her ass, holding the small round cheeks apart and
exposing her tiny rosette. I'll take her that way, driving my cock into her
ass to the hilt. She'll cum at least once and likely twice before I dump my
load into her ass.
THE END
c. 1994, Rhett Dreams
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