Chapter 14

Subconsciously, Gloria had thought it for a long time, but after Sally’s nod, Gloria felt anger, sympathy, confusion, and hate. She wanted to scream, cry, smash things, run her head into the wall, and kill somebody. Gloria’s body couldn’t respond to all those commands, and she couldn’t handle the onslaught of violently charged emotions. She trembled, knowing she had to sit. Sally pulled Gloria down beside her on the bed, holding Gloria close, but her voice was distant and the words incomprehensible.

Gloria loved her mother more than anybody. They had always been the only real family either had. They couldn’t be separated; she couldn’t let her mother get sent back to the trailer park, and Gloria wouldn’t stay with John without her mother there. She’d kill herself rather than stay with John alone, waiting for him to, “Put a baby in you.” That’s why Gloria had sucked his dick and swallowed John’s cum, to protect Deana and her mother. Deana did the same, and suffered too. What had their mother done while they were eating her husband’s cum to protect her and each other?

Gloria and Deana did everything possible to keep the secret, make sure their mother never found out what John did to them. They knew she would try and help them, and John would hurt her and make good on all of his promises. They’d both be knocked up living in a group home for pregnant teens. Nobody would believe they weren’t the slutty whores John said they were. That’s what Candy had been, a teenage girl who couldn’t say no to dick. That’s why Gloria existed; John said, “Because your mother let guys fuck her and she was too stupid not to get pregnant.” After that, John would tell Gloria how lucky she was that he took Candy in before the abortion.

Now, Gloria finds out their mother must have known. Sally would have told her what John did, so how could Candy not know? Gloria’s brain was screaming, what if he did it to Mom, too? Does that mean John is my father? Gloria fell forward on her thighs and vomited on her feet.

Sally rubbed Gloria’s back and said, “Just like your mother.”

Gloria only heard the word mother. “How could she—” She heaved and retched. “How?”

“Your mother didn’t know.” Sally pulled Gloria up and held the sobbing girl. “She didn’t.”

“But, but, how, why. She had to, you knew.”

“I didn’t tell her.”

“Why not?”

“Same reason she didn’t tell anyone, and you didn’t tell anybody,” Sally said. “And your mother thought you were safe. She suffered through horrible things so you and Deana would be safe. Now that she thinks something might have happened, she hates herself.”

“He’s my father.”

“No, baby, no,” Sally said. “Why would you think that?”

“He tells me ... tells me he’s gonna put a baby in me so I can be like my slut mother?”

“And that’s a lie,” Sally said. “That’s what he does, he lies. Anything he told you was to keep you quiet so he could keep—Baby, has he?”

Gloria shook her head. “No, not that, not yet, but I know he’s gonna. He keeps telling me, touching me there and telling me it’s about time to put a dick in me.”

“That’s not going to happen, I swear I’ll ... well it’s just never ever going to happen. Now, let’s get you cleaned up and get out of here.”

Gloria wanted to believe everything her aunt said, and trust her, but she didn’t. “Okay, yeah, I’ll do that, get cleaned up.”

Twice that day it had happened, and both times Evan couldn’t make himself stop. The first time, Deana saved him, but the second time she stared into his soul, knowing what was about to happen. Gloria’s legs and arms were wrapped around him, holding Evan tight, and it happened. Then it was like when you have been keeping a secret or lied about something. When you finally come clean a sense of relief washes over you even though there might be consequences. Once that first blast pushed through the tight clenching of Gloria’s pussy and burst into her, it was heaven while he pumped, and pumped, and pumped every drop inside his sister’s body. The pleasure of his climax shuddered through Evan, and the love he felt for Gloria exploded into something too powerful for words. That’s why Evan had to stay buried inside Gloria as long as possible; he never wanted that perfect moment to end.

Evan closed his eyes and imagined the picture of Candy from the shoe box. She had been about the same age Gloria was now and looked exactly like her except for the huge belly and milk-swollen tits. As a young boy, Evan had probably laid his head on them. Her baby bottle-sized nipples would have been bulging under Candy’s shirt. Maybe his babysitter let him suck on them? Did that explain why Evan wanted to cum inside Gloria?

There wasn’t any explanation that made logical sense, yet some part of Evan must have understood. If not, he would have gone into a full-on panic worse than when Rebecca’s pussy received a full load of cum.

Maybe it was because Evan had finished in Candy so many times? Like in his dreams, had Evan’s mind switched Candy for Gloria? Or had there been a deeper, more troublesome subconscious motivation? Evan imagined Gloria carrying his baby. They would share that eternal bond. Then, finally, one of the girls he was in love with could openly love him back. Nobody could say they couldn’t be together. But that would only work if they did what Gloria had suggested, move away to a place nobody knew she was his step-sister. They’d be a family, and Candy, Deana, and Sally would be part of it. Was that it, did Evan want the family his subconscious knew he didn’t have now?