Pete: A Young Man's Story
Chapter 11

Copyright© 2003 by Magi

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 11 - A young man passing into adulthood. His adventures and his feelings.

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Ma/ft   mt/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Incest   Mother   Sister   Light Bond   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Orgy   Safe Sex   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Fisting   Sex Toys   Squirting   Lactation   Water Sports   Cream Pie  

Sam and JJ were there to meet us when we got to the airport. Carl came over and started tying the plane down as we stepped out of it. The goatee was gone and he was wearing a Cantil Airport shirt. Sam rushed to me and covered me with kisses. I nervously glanced at Kate, but she was smiling.

Sam then surprised me. She went to Kate, hugged her, and said, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” and she ran to me and gushed, “Is this great or what?” Puzzled, I looked at Kate. Kate winked at Sam, and said, “He doesn’t know yet. I’ll tell him about it on the way home. I need to get home and take care of some business right now.” I kissed Sam goodbye and we got in Kate’s car and started home.

I said, OK, what’s going on, why is Sam so happy, and why is Carl doing my job?”

“Remember the phone calls that Herb and I were making?”

“Yes.”

“Well, you don’t work at the airport anymore. Your folks will tell you about it.”

Confused, I just shook my head, then I asked if the way Sam behaved bothered her.

“No, Darling. I told you before that I want you to have a normal life. That life must include Sam or whoever else you want. I want you to be happy. I love you more then you know, and will continue doing so no matter what.”

I threw my stuff in my room and went into the kitchen when we got home and. Mom and Dad were sitting at the kitchen table. Dad said, “We heard you had a good time.”

I said, “Uh, yeah.” but I was a little worried about what they had been told. “Kate told us you swam a lot, helped her buy some horses, and that you met Herb.”

“Do you know Herb?”

“Yes, we’ve met. He says that you seem like a fine young man.”

“Yeah, he seems like an OK guy, but when did you talk to him?”

Dad looked at Mom and they laughed.

I said, “C’mon, you guys, what’s going on here?”

Dad said, “Well some things have come up, and we’d better talk about them.” He reached into his pocket, took an envelope out, and handed it to me. It was a registration certificate for the Mustang made out in my name. Along with it were a paid up insurance policy, and a note from Mrs. Torres thanking me for saving Della’s life and saying that the Mustang was just a small part of what they thought they owed me. She also asked me not to try to thank Mr. Torres, because he gets embarrassed about things like this. I jumped up and danced around, waving the letter while Mom and Dad laughed.

After I calmed down Dad said, “The movers deliver the furniture to the house in LA in 10 days, and school starts a little over a week after that. That means you have about a week to relax until we have to leave here. You guys must have had a good time in Scottsdale, because Herb invited you, Sam, your mom, and me to fly down and spend a few days at his place in La Paz. We checked with JJ, and he said that it was OK, and we figured that with so little time left, you might want to take the rest of your vacation off and have some fun.”

“What about Erin?”

“Erin is going waterskiing at the Colorado River with the Torres’. They’re leaving Saturday afternoon and coming back next Thursday. We’ll drop her off on the way out. We’ll drive to LA Saturday and stay with Ben. You and the girls will leave from LAX Sunday morning. I have a flight out Sunday afternoon, and I’ll deadhead down to La Paz when I get back.”

“Is Kate going?”

“No, she insisted that Sam come along instead. Kate’s going to LA with us, but she’ll stay at Ben’s.”

I suddenly knew why both she and Sylvia were sad at the airport, and I was sad too for a minute. But too many things were happening, so I did the sensible thing, I went out to wash my new car. Sam came over after dinner and we talked about the things in Scottsdale that I thought she should know. She told me how much she missed me and how much she was looking forward to the trip. We then took a drive in my very own car.

I was getting tired around 10 o’clock, so we drove home. We kissed in the car for a while, until I yawned in the middle of one and she laughed and went home. I went to my room and read for a while, then I looked over and checked the house. It was dark, so I went up to Kate’s room. She was lying on the bed waiting for me, so I went over and sat next to her. “Why aren’t you going to La Paz with us?”

She hugged me to her and held me for a long time without speaking. She finally, said “Do I seem wise and mature to you?”

“Yes, of course, you do.”

“Well, I thought I was until recently, but I have to keep myself from being obsessed with you. You’re all I think about, and I have to stop it. That’s why I insisted that Sam come along. I was going to come along as well, but I’m not all that mature, and I know that I wouldn’t be able to stand seeing you two together without doing something stupid. I simply can’t do it cold turkey, so I’m going to spend some time with Ben and hope that he can help me get my head on straighter.”

“Is that fair to Ben?”

“No, it isn’t, but Ben knows me, and he’s willing to accept me as I am. I’m fragile enough right now to let him.”

I could see tears in her eyes, and it broke my heart, so I hugged her to me and said, “Please tell me what to do, Kate.”

She pushed me away and said, “Here’s what I want you to do. You go to your room and leave me alone, so that I can lay here and miss you and feel sorry for myself.” She then, walked me to the door and closed it behind me.

I lay in bed thinking about her, and was almost asleep when I heard a little tap at the door. I wasn’t sure what I heard, and then it happened again. I went to the door, and Desi and Bob were standing there.

Desi said, “We have a problem, and we need to come in.”

“But I’m almost asleep.”

She raised her voice, “We really need your help, Pete!”

I pulled my pants on and led them next door into Tammy’s old room so that we could talk without disturbing Erin.

“OK, what’s up?”

Desi said to Bob, “Tell him.”

Bob said, “No, you.”

Desi sighed, but she looked worried, “We were fooling around and stuff.”

I waited. “And... ?”

She pointed to her crotch and said, “He, uh... , had his hand down here.”

“So?”

“I’m having my period.”

I was getting exasperated. “C’mon, Desi, tell me what happened.”

“You know those tampon things with the string on them?” I nodded.

“He, uh... , pushed it in real deep, and I can’t find the string!”

“So, what do you want me to do?”

She started to cry. “C’mon, Pete, you have to get it out. I can’t tell Mom or Della, they’ll kill me!”

I shook my head and thought for a minute, and then I said to Bob, “Go to the bathroom. There’s a flashlight under the sink. Bring it and grab a towel.” He left and I told Desi to take off her pants. She pulled them down and stood there. “Panties too.”

“But Bobby’s gonna come in.”

“So what! He’s the one who got you in this mess.”

“Yeah, but he’s never actually seen me down there.”

I took the things from him when he came to the door, and told him he’d have to wait outside. Desi took off her panties, put the towel down, and lay on the bunk. I told her to spread her legs, and she hesitated. “C’mon Desi, I’ve seen it before.” She squeezed her eyes closed and spread her legs. I kneeled in front of her and opened her as best I could, but I couldn’t see anything. So I put the flashlight under my chin and put the index fingers of both hands in and spread her. It was kind of bloody, but I could see something white, down deep.

Desi was still crying, and I was trying to figure out what to do, when Bobby tapped on the door. “What are you gonna do?” “In my best doctor voice I said, I’m going to have to operate. Now go sit by the corral.” I tried to get it with my fingers, but I couldn’t reach it, so I went to the closet, got a wire hanger, and pressed the sides together to make a tight loop.

Desi saw me and said, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” I told her to relax, and she watched wide-eyed as I slid the hanger into her. I got it past the tampon and tried to drag it out, but it kept slipping off. I thought for a minute, and then took the hanger to the door and opened it a little. Bobby said, “Is she OK?”

I said, “Yes, but I have to modify something. I told you to go sit by the corral!” He left and I stuck the tip of the hanger loop in the doorframe and closed the door. It held the hanger and I bent the tip over a little, then I went back and put it back inside Desi. It curled under the tampon as soon as it got past it, and I slowly dragged it out after a couple of tries. I stopped to think about what was going on as I was doing it.

I was kneeling before a beautiful young girl. I had a flashlight under my chin, a coat hanger in one hand, and I was probing around in her pussy with the other. I had to force my mouth closed to keep from laughing. It was soaked with blood when it came out. She wrapped the towel around her, grabbed her pants, and ran to the bathroom. I went outside and told Bobby that she was OK, and to go home. He left in a hurry.

I was straightening up the room when Desi came back. “I’m OK now; I had another tampon with me.”

“OK, I’ll walk you home.”

“Nope, I’m staying with you tonight.”

“No, you’re not, and the blackmail thing won’t work anymore, because now I also have something I can tell on you.” She frowned and stuck her lower lip out, but I walked her home.

FRIDAY

Friday was a laid-back day. Dad was doing some work-related paperwork, Mom was looking through some wallpaper catalogs for the new house, and Kate was busy in her office. I called Sam and asked to take her to lunch, but she was busy, so I drove into town and bought a soda. I then went into the bookstore to see if I could find that sex book, and I heard some people arguing. It turned out to be Denise, the redhead who I had first seen with Simms. She was in a heated argument with the cashier. She was trying to get her to do something and the cashier was shaking her head no.

I walked up and said, “Hi, Denise, what’s the problem?” “I locked the fucking keys in the fucking car and nobody in this fucking town will give me change so I can make a fucking phone call.”

I said, “C’mon outside before someone calls the cops and let’s see what we can do.” We walked to a flashy red Cadillac. The windows were all up, and I could see the keys hanging from the ignition. The old coat-hanger trick doesn’t work on late model cars, so I asked if she belonged to the Auto Club. She said that it was her mom’s car and didn’t know, so I offered to take her home. I realized that ‘home; might be the Simms house as I said it, and told her that I was concerned.

“Nah, he and his asshole son are in LA with the lawyers.” We got in my car and she told me where to drive. We pulled up to a gate in front of a large fenced estate. There was a call box and Denise leaned over me and pushed the button. I could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra when she did as her blouse fell open. She saw me looking and raised her eyebrows, but a voice answered just then and Denise said, “It’s me, open up.” The gate slid back and we drove down a long driveway.

She said, “Did you enjoy the look?”

I was going to deny that I saw anything, but something about the way she said it made me say, “Yes, you have beautiful breasts.”

She looked kind of surprised and she said, “Uhh, thanks.”

She said, “C’mon in,” when we got to the door. I must have looked a little nervous, because she said, “It’s OK, nobody’s home but my mother.” We walked into a large living room. It had two sofas, windows all around, and a bar in the corner. Sitting on a stool by the bar reading a magazine, was an absolutely spectacular woman. She stood up when we entered and she looked as tall as me. She had wavy red hair that hung almost to her waist, impossibly long legs and tremendous breasts. She was wearing a short tailored skirt and a peasant blouse. The top two buttons were undone and the blouse was practically bursting, trying to contain what was in it.

I was stunned, and must have shown it, because a little smile appeared on her face. She stuck her hand out and said, “Hello, I’m Vivian, and you are... ?”

Denise broke in, “Uhh, his name’s Bill, he gave me a lift because I locked my keys in the car.” Her mom looked at me for a minute, and then she laughed. “It’s OK, Dear, I recognize him from his pictures in the paper, and you were right, he’s very good looking.” I took her hand and she said, “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Baker.”

She was looking at me, but more then that, she was sizing me up, and it even looked a little sexual. I quickly thought to myself, that this was a woman who was used to using her sexuality to disarm people, so I thought I’d have some fun. I was still holding her hand, so I stepped very close and locked eyes with her.

“Hi, you’re right, I’m Pete, and you are very beautiful.” Her eyebrows went up and she stepped back a little, but she instantly recovered, smiled, and said, “Thank you, Pete,” then she motioned to the bar and said, “Can I get you a soda, or something?” The “Or something” was drawn out, and accompanied by a raised eyebrow.

Denise piped up with, “Yeah, Mom, you can get something. You can get me the extra fucking key.” She eyed her daughter, and I saw a flash of anger for a second. Then she said, “Tsk, tsk, Dear, language!” and left the room. Denise threw herself down on a sofa and said, “Go have a Coke if you want. It’ll take her forever to find the fucking key.” I walked over behind the bar and got a Coke from the fridge. I made a bet to myself on the way that another button on her blouse would be undone when her mom came back. But there were two extra buttons undone and her blouse was open almost all the way to her waist when she came back.

She walked to her daughter and handed her the key. In doing so, I noticed that her breasts didn’t sway much. I instantly thought ‘implants’, but they were still beautiful. I was still behind the bar, and I put my hand down my pants and pushed my hardening cock up so that it wouldn’t be so noticeable, but it still made a tent in my pants.

Denise got up, went to the door, and said “C’mon, Pete. Let’s go before my mom’s tits fall out.” I walked from behind the bar and turned a little sideways so she would be sure to see my hardon, and said, “Nice to meet you, Ma’am,” then followed Denise to the car. Denise was quiet on the way back to town.

I looked at her several times. I finally said, “Are you OK?”

“Yeah, it’s my mom. She can be such a cunt sometimes.”

I’ve heard the word ‘cunt’ before, but seldom from a woman and never from an attractive girl like Denise, especially when referring to her own mother. I looked at her and started to say something, and the sunlight came through the window and shined on her face as I did. Her makeup looked to be a quarter inch thick. She saw me looking. “C’mon, Asshole, quit staring and drive the fucking car.”

I jammed the brakes on and pulled off the road. “Do you want to walk the rest of the way back?”

“No” she quietly said. “I’m sorry. My mom pisses me off sometimes, and I saw you staring at my face.”

“You have a really pretty face. Why do you wear so much makeup?”

She seemed angry for a minute, then she sort of softened, and said, “I had a skin condition when I was growing up, and it left my face rough and pock marked. I had an appointment to have an operation next month, but Simms was going to pay for it, and I don’t know now.”

“So you take it out on everybody by being mean?”

She glared at me. “Fuck you! I haven’t had a date since grammar school. How would you like to go through life with people calling you pizza face?” There was such hurt on her face that it stunned me. My heart suddenly went out to her and I leaned over and said, “Close your eyes, you have a ladybug on your forehead.”

She did and I kissed her. Her eyes flew open and she tried to pull back, but I put my hand behind her head and kissed her long and hard. She tried to respond, but acted like she didn’t know what to do. I sat back and said, “Some guy is missing something very special.”

The look on her face was startling. I don’t think I ever saw anyone look so fragile in my life, and I could see tears forming in her eyes. “Wha ... why did you do that?”

I grinned and said, “Because you’re so beautiful that I couldn’t help myself.”

I meant it as kind of a joke, but she burst out in a torrent of tears the next thing I knew. It wasn’t just crying, it was uncontrollable sobs, and I was starting to get concerned. I held her to me and she cried for a long time. I asked her what was wrong when she finally began to calm down. “I hate my life! My mother is a whore, I have no friends, and the only people around me are low-life assholes.”

“Is it really that bad?”

What she did next shocked me more then anything I ever saw. She held her arms out and turned her hands up. There were jagged red scars on both wrists and they didn’t look very old. I sat for a minute looking at her. I was nearly overwhelmed. I wanted to do something but I didn’t know what. Then I got an idea. I said, “Do you have a few minutes?”

“Uhh, yeah, why?”

“I’m going to take us somewhere.”

“Wait a minute, is this gonna be something weird? I’ve had plenty of those offers.”

“Shut up and trust me!”

 
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