An Incest Birthday Chapter 31 - Sex Stories

An Incest Birthday Chapter 31

... corners, flew down intersections, and took off after a red light. I knew I needed to calm down but I was just too fired up to think about anything, all I knew was I needed to get home ASAP. When I finally reached our neighborhood I managed to slow down my erratic driving dramatically, but not so much that I still wouldn’t get pulled over by the cops if they saw me. A few minutes later I turned onto our street and parked Chris’ car across the street so I wouldn’t alert anyone to my presence until I actually walked in the house. I never gave my keys back so I opened the door, not bothering to be quiet about it, and took off towards our room. It was quiet in the house as I made my way up the stairs, but when I got to our door I could hear Rita crying through it. Wondering if she was crying from her and dad arguing or from dad hitting her, I went to open the door and rush in only to find it locked. “Rita open the door, let me in,” I said as quiet as I could in case dad was in his room. “Go away dad, just leave me alone!” Rita said back through tears. “It’s me Rita, let me in.” I heard the springs in the bed bounce and a few thumps in the floor before the door flew open and Rita threw her arms around me, crying into my shoulder. “Oh my god Randy!” Rita said before she started kissing me over and over on the lips. “Did he hit you Rita? Stand back let me look at you. If he hit you I swear…” “No he didn’t touch me, he just yelled at me that’s it.” “I didn’t know what to think. When ...

... he snatched the phone from you I thought he completely lost it. I took Chris’ car and came over here as fast as I could.” “One thing I’m definitely sure of is dad would never hit me, or mom, no matter how mad he was. You’re a different story though based on this morning.” “If it came down to it I’d rather it be me than you. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” Before we could say anything else dad was standing in the doorway giving both of us the evil eye. By this point I didn’t even try figuring him out anymore, all I knew was that he was angry. “Didn’t I tell you not to come back here for a few days? What are you doing here?!” “I came to check on Rita, I just wanted to make sure she… “She doesn’t need you checking up on her, that’s what I’m for, now leave!” “Dad please! Don’t you see what it’s doing to us? It hasn’t even been a half a day and we’re miserable! How are we supposed to get through the next three days like this?” “That’s not my problem, my job is to stop this before it goes any farther, and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do! Now I don’t wanna hear any more about it!” “NO DAD! YOU’RE GONNA HEAR A LOT MORE ABOUT IT! SEPARATING US ISNT GONNA CHANGE THE WAY WE FEEL ABOUT EACH OTHER, NOT FOR A SECOND! ALL YOU’RE DOING IS HURTING US BY NOT LETTING US BE TOGETHER! YOU DON’T HAVE TO LIKE THAT WE’RE TOGETHER BUT YOU CAN AT LEAST ACCEPT IT! THAT’S ALL WE ASK!” Mom and Aunt Lisa found their way to our room courtesy of my impromptu yelling session at dad. They both had the ...