Story 3 - My Brother’s Debt

My husband, Billie, from the moment we met, were attracted to each other over just how much we looked like one another. The same shade of eyes, the same red hair, the same pale complexion. We’ve done the research to know we’re not related in any close way, but do enjoy the looks on peoples faces when we kiss in public.

We have two children who happen to be twins, Jenna and Freddie. From the beginning, we only wanted a son and daughter and got lucky right away. We use the timing of my body and condoms to keep from having any more children. We’re closing in on 40 and don’t have the energy to raise any more.

It’s not surprising to find both of us in them, which has led to some interesting games in bed. We’ve both wanted them since just after they hit puberty, but neither of us has touched either of them. Freddie’s always been a good son and deserves something special that I can give him, unlike his sister. Jenna mouths off to both of us, and I would love to see Billie’s dick in her mouth to shut her up while getting fucked by my son, which will never happen.

Fantasy, as far as we’re both concerned, should remain a fantasy.

My husband and I have worked hard to provide a decent life for our kids, unlike my brother. Jake has always been the dreamer, believing his bets would come in, but he never did. He owes hundreds of thousands of dollars to all the wrong people, the kind who send thugs to my house in search of him.

He must’ve left the country since he always had a backup plan ready in case he needed to run. Jake’s still alive, since no one has claimed the reward for his head. My brother has left me to deal with them, and we don’t have the money to pay anyone off.

We’ve spent our lives playing by the rules. We don’t break any laws, including incest. Playing by the rules means paying our bills on time and saving what we can. There’s no wealth to be had for us, but honest work’s better than that waste of a life, Jake.

The people he owes money to don’t care about any of that. All they care about is getting their money back.

We have but one choice. Our oldest friend, Sampson, has connections with those types of people through his personal video services. Other than rape and kids, he provides everything else, including incest. His connections include more than the criminal; he includes judges, politicians, and bureaucrats at the highest levels, who might as well be called criminals.

Neither of us have ever asked for any details about his business and no one’s ever mentioned it to our children. It’s a secret best kept secret.

The door knocks as we wait together, which causes all to jump. Billie leaves me huddled with the children since we’re all afraid. The threatening phone calls promising to rape both our children or worse haven’t been easy to deal with. Everything sound that used to be so normal is one of a threatening nature these days.