Chapter 2

All imaginary players 18+

John Masters, 45,
Laura, 39,
Madison, 18,
Jacob, 19
Sasha Petrov, 21,
Grampa, granddaughter, 18

This is a prequel to Incest Cursed Cabin. This is what happened to Laura, Madison, and Jacob when they moved into the cabin.

“Did you get the internet up yet?” Laura asked her son, Jacob.

“You still have some boxes to take to your room.”

“Almost done, Mom,” he replied, opening up the app on his phone. I wish she wouldn’t stand behind me. “I have my priorities straight, Mom,” he said.

“Yeah, like being able to access porn,” his sister, Madison said, carrying a box marked for her bedroom.

“I wish Dad were here. He would’ve said something to those perv movers who were watching our asses all the time, Mother.”

Bitch! “Everybody watches porn,” Jacob said.

“And you love having your ass watched. I’m texting you both the router name and password.” He knew they both dressed to get looks. Today it was short shorts and belly shirts. It’s so hot out, they would say.

“I wish you wouldn’t use that language,” Laura said.

“What should we have for dinner?”

“Food,” Jacob said.

“I could run into town and get something.”

“It’s a village,” Laura said, surveying the spacious great room.

“I love this rustic ambience.”

“You wanna check out the local hotties,” Madison said, walking past.

“What? In a population of 10 people? Everybody loves pizza,” he suggested.

“That sounds good,” Laura said.

“Right after you move your boxes into your room.”

Jesus Christ. “Okay, Mom,” he said. He called in their pizza order, then moved the boxes. He had seen a couple of hot girls outside the pizzeria. He finished moving the boxes. Pizza and porn for the night and no one to ride my ass.

He drove into town and parked in front of the pizzeria. He knew the brunette girl behind the counter was eyeing him when he walked in. Driving a Range Rover was a plus. Pretty face and nice tits.

“Grampa, are the pies ready?” she called.

“Almost,” a gruff voice said from in back.

“Nice car,” she said.

“Are you on vacation?”

“Yup. My dad bought the cabin that was for sale outside of town. It’s a big ass lodge, but that’s what people say,” he smiled, seeing how she would react.

“The one by the private lake?” she asked...

“Yup,” he answered, realizing his cute remark did not amuse her.

“Oh,” she said.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Why the reaction?”

She looked at him.

“It’s an urban legend around here,” she shrugged.

“Paranormal shit?” he asked.

“I love anything paranormal.”

She hesitated, shifting from one foot to the other, deliberating.

“There’s a rumor that in the 80s and 90s a pornographer used to shoot porn there.”

Jacob shrugged.

“It wasn’t regular porn,” she whispered, glancing around.

“It was incest porn.”

Jacob stared at her.

“So ... what does that have to do with a curse?” “Some people around here say it corrupts families into ... perversions,” she whispered.” “Hunh,” Jacob grunted, staring at her.

“Did you know anyone who lived there?” “No, but there are people in town who have, and they say families come and families go.”

“Interesting,” Jacob said.

“But how does it corrupt families? Is there a process?”

“They won’t know they’re corrupted until it’s too late,” a man’s gruff voice said from the kitchen.

Jacob looked up and saw a bearded old man standing in the doorway of the kitchen. He looked at him with watery eyes. The old man wore a beard hairnet and a hairnet on his shiny bald head. The old man placed his order in cardboard boxes and set them on the counter.

“What does that mean, sir?” he asked. ” Always say ‘sir’ to old men, even if they’re assholes”, his dad had told him.

“Evil is insidious,” the old man said.

“It knows its own. If you’re meant to be there, you’ll be there because you belong there.”

Jesus Christ, this fucking town or village is dark ages. “Thank you for the pies,” Jacob smiled.

“They smell delicious.” He smiled and exited.

He drove for a bit, thinking about the girl. She was hot, a little weird, but hot. Her grampa was a dick. He’s probably lived there his entire life. He realized he hadn’t put the tip on the credit card, and that could be a reason to go back and get her contact info.

He turned around and went back to the pizzeria. He got out and walked to the front door. The brass knob wouldn’t turn.

“Shit,” he breathed, noticing the ‘Closed’ sign. He heard the faint sounds of squeals and screams coming from inside. Was she in trouble? He walked behind the store, where the kitchen was, and listened.

“Fuck me! Fuck me, you old bastard!” she yelled.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck my young pussy, Grampa! Oh, my fucking god! Sooo fucking good!” Jacob stifled a laugh. He put his cell phone on silent mode and turned the door knob to the rear entrance. It was open. He looked around. The alley was clear. He stepped inside and turned on the video recording mode. He hid behind a pizza pan rack and some cases of supplies. From his vantage, he could see the old man’s pants and boxers pulled down to his ankles. His bare ass muscles flexed as he fucked his granddaughter from behind. She braced against the stainless steel sink. Her short skirt was up past her hips. Enough of her pretty face showed that she was in extreme sexual pleasure. Her mouth was open, and her eyes slitted.

“Pound that fucking pussy!” she gasped.

“Fuck, yeah! Fuck! Oooh, my fucking god! Incest is the fucking best! Fuck!” Her blouse was open, and her bra unclasped. Her white, meaty tits swung free. Jacob knew the audio would record the wet slapping sounds.

“You’re such a nasty little slutty fucking granddaughter,” the old man grunted. He slapped a skin rippling asscheek.

“Fuck yeah, Grampa! Oh! Fuck! I’m a dirty little fucking incest whore!” she yelled, glaring at him over her shoulder.

“Keep pounding my cunt, you old fucker! I’m gonna pop soon! Fuck! Fuck! Did you put extra fucking sauce on those pizzas?” she asked.

“Fuck yeah,” the old man growled, fondling her meaty, swinging tits.

“I gave them extra!” A cell phone chimed. Once. Twice. The girl looked at her phone by the sink.

“Fuck!” Her entire body shook as the old man kept fucking her as she answered it.

“Fuck, Mom! What is it? Grampa and I are fucking! Oooh! Fuck!” Jacob stifled a laugh.

“Mom says to bring extra sauce home,” she groaned.

“Her and Billy have been fucking all afternoon! Fuck!” “Fuck yeah,” he grunted, fondling her tits. He hammered into her harder.

“Billy wants extra meat, toooooo!” she gasped.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled.

“Grampa says, ‘fuck yeah’,” the girl said hanging up. She rubbed her clit and started gasping. Her entire body shook.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna come, you fucking old motherfucker!” she screamed, going into climax spasms. The old man gripped her hips as she came hard.

“Come all over my cock, you demanding fucking bitch! You’re like your fucking mother!” “Gimme your fucking cum, you old fuck!” the girl squealed.

“You love coming inside my tight teen pussy! Fuck!” Jacob watched the old man’s body tense, his ass muscles squeezing together.

“Take it, you hot little incest fucking whore! Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh,” he grunted like a wild beast as he shot his pent up cumloads inside his granddaughter’s pussy.

“Yeah! Fucking yeah!” the girl squealed, ecstatic receiving her grandpa’s cum.

“Fuck yeah! This is what family is fucking about! Oooh!” The old man’s body relaxed. He loosened the grip on the girl’s hips. He pulled out of her, cum spilling down her inner thighs.

“Paint my face with your cum, motherfucker! Mark me as your slut, Grampa!” she yelled, getting on her knees. Jacob admired the old man’s virile display. He tugged hard on his bloated cock, streams of cock cream jetting out.

“Yeah, fucking yeah!” the girl squealed. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Whitish-gray fuck fluid splattered across her face and tits. She laughed and pushed her open mouth over the cockhead. She sucked hard, glaring up at her old relative. The old man pulled her head to his crotch. She grabbed his asscheeks and pulled him forward.

“Ulmf, ulmf, ulmf, ulmf,” she gagged as he face fucked her. Jacob left with the girl’s face pressed to her grampa’s crotch. No way they could see him. He laughed as he got in the SUV. He turned off the mute on his phone. A call rang through on the Range Rover’s speakers.

“Where the fuck are you?” Laura asked.

“We’re starving.” His mother rarely swore. Her saying ‘fuck’ sent more blood swelling his cock.

“I’m on my way, Mom. I have something you and Madison will want to see while we eat.” “It better be fucking good,” Madison said in the background. Laura hung up.

“Fuck!” Jacob said out loud. Madison swore in front of Mom! There is something to this incest curse! He felt a tension in the pit of his stomach. A raging lust to fuck his mother and sister. He knew watching the grandpa-granddaughter incest would push them over the edge. He stepped on the gas.

“Hi, guys,” he smiled, anxious to see the state they were in. He set the pies on the oaken kitchen table.

“It’s about fucking time,” Laura swore, opening a box.

“It’s fucking cold,” Madison said, taking a large bite.

“But fucking good!” Jacob felt his cock bloating harder than ever before. He sat between them, noticing how flushed their faces were. He set up his phone so they could watch what he recorded.

“I heard noises, so I went to the back of the store and recorded this. His mother and sister laughed hard as they ate pizza, watching the perverted fucking.