An Incest Birthday Chapter 32 - Sex Stories

An Incest Birthday Chapter 32

I changed editors since I was getting a lot of complaint from the last one. Hope the new guy did a better job. The day I left our house for the second time I was hopeful. I was hopeful that with a few days’ time everything would work itself out, and we could start to try to get past this major road block we ran into. That’s what I hoped would happen, that was not the case. True to his word, dad wouldn’t let Rita and I communicate the whole time at was at Chris’ house, not even for a second. She had to use the freaking house phone whenever she called here, and she had to be on speaker just to prove she wasn’t talking to me. Anything private she wanted to talk about had to go through mom, or one of the parents, or someone had to come in person. He made every full effort to make sure we stayed apart, even to the fact that he used two weeks’ vacation just so nothing cloud happen while he was at work. He was determined to separate us, and he was pulling out all the punches. To make matters worse than they already were, the three days he needed to work things out? Turns out he needed longer than that, an extra eleven days to be exact. He used up his entire vacation not taking a vacation. The whole situation is kinda funny actually. He took an actual vacation with all the parents to go on a cruise, then got off that vacation and took another two weeks’ vacation right after that, and spent the entire thing playing spy vs spy. I don’t know how accurate the dates are, I’m just going ...

... off of what Stephanie and Chris tell me since I can have no contact with Rita, which has been the most purest form of hell. Not seeing her or talking to her for two whole weeks was something I never planned on happening. I tried to go back after the three days, then again a few days later, then a few days after that, and after that, but each time dad would not let me in, he kept saying to go back to Chris’ until he “found a way to deal with everything”, but each time he said it he always said it in that same tone of voice, like he’s making no effort at all to try to deal with it. The most I’ve seen of Rita was when she looked out the window whenever I tried to come back. She looked down at me like she wanted to cry every time she saw me, like being apart was killing her just as bad as it was killing me. I’d look up at her as long as I could before I was pushed back to Chris’ house by dad. There was no way I’d be able to get past dad long enough to even give Rita a hug. He took my house keys the second time I came back so sneaking in was out of the question either. He had her locked up so tight there was no way I’d be able to get to her without him noticing, and it depressed the hell outta me. The whole time I was at Chris’ house I was in a noticeable funk that I couldn’t get out of. I put on a good enough acting job when Jim was around but other than that I was a killjoy, but no one gave me crap for it since they knew what I was going through. They tried to cheer me up most ...