1 Stormy Monday
Copyright© 2007 by Onagerian Surmise
Chapter 6
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6 - The story of Barbara Taylor and her son Bobby. Watch as they build a new life together. Will Bobby's first love endure, or be pulled apart by the temptations and evil schemes of others? Will Barbara find a love that will fulfill all her needs? And will Bobby ever play baseball again? (3rd Place, Golden Clitorides 2006 Best Story by a New Author.)
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Teenagers Romantic Incest
Van Daddock was struggling to read Julie's suicide note, which Bobby was holding in front of his face. It might have been easier if Bobby didn't have his foot on his throat, but he chose not to complain about that.
When he'd finished reading, he managed to rasp out, "I don't know anything about that! I haven't seen Julie in months!"
Bobby ground his foot a little more forcefully into his neck, cutting off his air supply.
"Care to try that one again?" he asked coldly. "You had an appointment with Julie tonight. You were blackmailing Julie. You were giving Julie drugs. So what happened to Julie tonight, you piece of shit?"
When Bobby let up enough on his throat for him to speak, he replied frantically, "I didn't do anything to her!" he protested. "She went crazy, man. She had a gun, and she fucking shot me!"
"You don't look shot to me," Bobby replied softly. Van didn't know which Bobby to be more afraid of — when Bobby spoke loudly, or when he spoke softly. He suspected the soft spoken Bobby was probably the one he should fear the most.
"She did! The bullet hit my cigarette case!" he cried. "That's the only reason she didn't kill me. Look, I can show you, it's in my pocket!"
Van pulled the case out and held it up. Bobby took a glance at it and put it in a pocket of his jeans.
"So what happened after that?" asked Bobby in a voice so soft that Van had to strain to hear it.
"Nothing! I just got the fuck out of there."
"So Julie shot you, and you just left. She didn't try to shoot you again? She just let you go?"
Van thought furiously. He thought if he told Bobby that Julie was lying on the floor dead when he left, he'd probably never get up off this floor alive.
"She... she tried to! But she missed! And that's all I know, man! I just ran away."
"You didn't call the police, after she fired two shots at you?" asked Bobby gently, as if talking to a wayward child.
"N- no. I just wanted to get away from her."
Bobby reached behind his back, and produced Julie's revolver. "Did her pistol look anything like this?" he asked conversationally.
'Oh, fuck!' thought Van.
"I don't know! I didn't get a look at it when she was shooting me!" he said desperately.
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