ALL IN THE FAMILY - Sex Stories

ALL IN THE FAMILY

... one man who'd shown him unconditional love, defiling his wife and daughter. The guilt was bubbling up into his throat like bile. He had to make this right. He was not going to let Satan steal his redemption. Vicky was already packed before she uploaded the video. She booked a flight to Los Angeles; she needed a city large enough for her to be just another face in the crowd. It was a toss up between Los Angeles and New York, with the weather being the deciding factor. She was hoping the video wouldn't go viral before she boarded the plane. Little Miss Vicky was dead. May she rest in peace. She couldn't help but worry about Otis. A queasy feeling swirled at the bottom of her gut. Did he follow her advice? "Please, Otis," she pleaded into a void. Otis had made up his mind. He headed to the pastor's office. If he died, it would be the price he owed for the sins of this life. But he would pass on to eternity righteous for having confessed. "Is he in, Miss Grace?" These kids grow up fast. It seemed like only yesterday Jesse's daughter was playing hopscotch in the parking lot. Now, here she was a responsible young teenager holding down a job as pastor Billy's assistant. Another pang of guilt hit Otis as she flashed him a smile. The church was this family's Garden Of Eden; Otis had become the Serpent. "Oh, Otis. I was just about to send for you. Pastor Billy wants a word," she said rising from her desk to knock on the pastor's door. "Pastor? Otis is here." "Thank you darling," ...

... the pastor said after cracking the door. "Otis come on in, son." Otis had to slide through the crack to enter the office. Pastor Biily quickly shut the door behind him. "Uh, pastor-" Otis didn't see the blow coming. It caught him flush on the jaw. He was on knees and elbows tasting his own blood for first time since his street days. "My daughter, nigger? After all I've done for you?" Otis was surprised the epithet still had so much power over him. His body took over before his mind could stop it. He came up with a right to the body followed by a left to the kidney. An uppercut straightened the pastor up for a right cross to crash into his nose, shattering it, sending shards of bone into the pastor's brain. Pastor Billy was dead before he hit the carpet. Blood was everywhere. "Oh sweet Jesus!" Otis wailed. Grace rushed in and screamed at the sight. This girl's daddy was on the grounds somewhere. He and the rest of these inbreds are armed to the teeth. Otis had to get out of there. "No," Grace protested, blocking Otis' path to the door. "You saved me Otis," she said ripping her blouse. Otis was in a state of panic and confusion. Was he dreaming this? "The cocksucker's been molesting me for years," she confessed ripping the sleave off the the other side of her blouse. He had to be dreaming. He'd never heard such filth come out of this sweet little girl's mouth. "I'll just tell the police you came in and pulled him off of me. It's okay, Otis. You did the world a favor," she said ...