An Incest Birthday Chapter 32 - Sex Stories

An Incest Birthday Chapter 32

... jogging down the stairs laughing at what seemed like one of their inside jokes when they saw me on the couch. “So is today the day you finally get that imprint of your ass off the couch?” Stephanie asked. “Nope, I figure I have at least a couple more days. Did you hear anything from Rita?” “Nah nothing man, she hasn’t been calling much lately, don’t know why,” Chris said. I muted the TV again. “Dad’s doing it. He knows she’s relaying messages to you to give to me.” “He’s really not taking this well. How much longer is this gonna last?” “I don’t know, but two weeks is long enough. I need to figure something out.” “Why don’t you come to the candy warehouse with us for a little bit, it’ll get your mind off of everything for at least a little bit, that way you won’t drive yourself crazy,” Stephanie said. “Nah, maybe next time. I don’t feel like doing anything today, thanks though.” “You haven’t felt like doing anything for the last two weeks. Come on you’re depressing me.” “That’s because I am depressed. I haven’t had any contact with Rita in two weeks, I won’t be back to normal until I’m looking at her or touching her, or something, anything.” “When was the last time you tried to see her, a few days ago right?” “Yep, and just like all the other times, dad was guarding her like a prison warden.” “He can’t do it forever. He has to go to work sometime doesn’t he?” “He’s already taken two weeks once. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did it again. He just got that promotion so now ...

... he’s one of those people who can get away with not coming in now.” “We’ll figure something out man. You sure you don’t wanna come with us? They just put in this new ‘build your own’ section, it’ll help you forget about everything for a little while,” Chris said. “Nah, I’m gonna sit here and think. I’ll go next time I promise.” “Ok man, we’ll bring you back some stuff, but you don’t get to pick since you wanna hold our couch hostage. It could be worse though, at least you still shower and everything.” “Thanks. And since I don’t get to pick, try not to bring me back and sour Skittles, or the grape Mike and Ikes, or a bag of Hershey’s kisses, I really don’t want any of that, thanks.” “Smartass. Just for that you’re getting the pink box of Mike and Ikes. Don’t wait up.” They left out the door and drove off, and for the first time since I’d been there, I had the house to myself, but I wasn’t gonna take advantage of it in the least. I unmuted the TV right at the part Jesse Pinkman was getting into a fistfight with some guy. I watched the rest of that episode, but I eventually became disinterested by that point and flipped to another channel. Once I realized there was nothing on I wanted to watch I gave up and slunk back into the couch pissed off. I couldn’t believe dad was doing this. He had to see how unhappy he was making everyone around him, but it didn’t matter. He already had it dead set in his head that he was gonna put an end to us, and he was carrying out that plan with a ...