Incest/Taboo A Cabin in the Woods

All characters are over 18+
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Alice stumbled into the rear door of her mother's home, high on Molly and drunk on cheap beer. Her dyed pitch black hair matched the midnight mascara that ran down her cheeks, along with the purposely torn and tattered identical black clothes that matched everything about the teenager. She didn't care if a group of guys ran a train on her just a few minutes ago, she didn't care about the threats her mother told her, every time she came home to their multi million dollar home when she was either drunk, stoned, or both. To her, they knew nothing about her, only that she didn't fit into the mold they had set out for her. Was she proud of the fact she let five strangers fuck her? No, she wasn't, yet that just wasn't something a proper lady did so her mother would have told her.

"What am I going to do with you, Alice?" the icy cold monotone voice of her mother startled the intoxicated teenager. "How many times have I told you not to come home when you're like this? How many times have I asked you not to be out until wee hours of dawn? How many times must I have to repeat myself before you get it through your head that your actions not only affect you but also us as well, hmm?" Dorothy said crossing her arms across her chest. Her once warm brown eyes burnt holes into her rebellious daughter. Her ginger hair fell down her back rustling against the silk nightgown she wore almost every night.

Being the wife of a investment banker had it's perks or so she had thought. It gave her time to keep her forty-year-old body in shape, as well as to keep an eye on the up keeping of her family, namely her daughter. Her son took after his father, how he was her pride and joy as he took after his father; and he always was well behaved, always kept his nose clean, never caused their family problems, unlike his sister. Well, Dorothy was tired of it, tired of worrying if her daughter would be escorted home by the police or the call from jail telling her Alice had been arrested or worse.

"And I've never asked you to wait up," Alice said slurring her words as she wobbled on her feet.

"You know what? I'm done trying to make you change," Dorothy said throwing her hands up in frustration. "I'll show you what happens when you don't do the proper thing!"

"Oh, are you going to spank my naughty bottom?" Alice asked in between hiccups.

"No, you insolent child, I'm going to take you to see your uncle, where you'll spend the summer while your father, grandparents, brother, and I tour Europe," Dorothy said smiling cruelly thinking that her daughter cared about such things. "Now, march your butt to your room and pack, you're leaving this house before the sun raises. I don't want your father to see you in this sorry state," Dorothy said in disgust wondering how her daughter could have turned out like she did.

"Fine, whatever," Alice said shrugging her shoulders, she didn't really want to travel across strange countries. Eat strange food, constantly hop around hotels just to stay on the schedule her mother would ultimately make.

Six hours of silence filled their car as, Harold their driver, drove through mountain passes, through dark twisting tunnels, she lost count how many mountainous peaks they had crossed. Alice peered over at her mother as she flipped through the file that sat on her lap. Watching as her mother pulled out her smart phone dialing the number as her manicured nail moved across the page.

"Hello William," Dorothy said her fingers drummed along her thigh as his phone went to voicemail. "Okay, apparently you're busy or your phone is off," she said as they rounded the curve that overlooked the lush green valley below. She had no idea why he would want to live in such a remote place, then again she hadn't seen her brother in fifteen years. Not since Alice was three, when her parents gave him an ultimatum that forced him to chose or to be cut off from the trust fund they had set up for her and William when they were children. It was thanks to a health scare with their mother that they had learned of what had became of him, however limited as it was. "Listen, we're pulling into the valley as I speak, we should be at your place here soon."

Alice grew apprehensive as they drove through the medium size town showing no signs of stopping. Her heart throbbed in her throat as the road grew dark as the forest that surrounded the road swayed over head. Wondering just how far they were going to go, in the back of her mind knowing this was how horror movies begin.

"Keep the car running, Harold," Dorothy said scowling at the rustic cabin. Her eyes running over the whitewashed siding, the gray asphalt shingles, the steel gutters, the rustic furniture that dotted the front porch of his home. Asking herself why he just didn't live like a civilized person? That was when she heard the cocking of the hammer of a gun.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you on my property?" William asked as he exited the woods behind them carrying his chainsaw in left hand. He had already fell the old lightning struck tree, cutting it into the splitting size that would fit into his stove; along with the lengths he needed for his woodworking hobby that he had taken up in recent years. Not that he would use the gun, it was namely for self-defense against bears.

"Really William, you would shot your own sister?" Dorothy said turning to look at her brother. Noticing the light sheen of sweat that glistened on his forehead as her eyes lowered noting how his sweat soaked his dark blue t-shirt that clung to his hard earned muscles. She had forgotten when her husband had that kind of physique, now all she saw was the round belly that over hanged his belt. Her marriage was never one about love, it was more focused on the monetarily side of things. She even forgotten when the last time her husband had seen her naked, much less alone had him between her legs. Dorothy allowed his girlfriends that he thought he kept hidden to do that unspeakable task for her.

"Perhaps..." William said narrowing his eyes at his sister. He never forgotten what she said about his deceased wife before he decided to propose to Sally. Nor could he forgive his parents for not helping her, when he knew his father could have gotten her into the clinical trails, that might have saved her life. As much as he disliked his family he would've swallowed it all if it meant that she could live another day. Yet no, his father simply ignored his pleas to Sally's plight.

"William, I need you to watch Alice while we're in Europe this summer," Dorothy said as her eyes remained on his drawn weapon. "Please, will you put that away?"

"Why? All I see are trespassers on my land," William said in a cold monotone voice. "Why the hell should I look after your daughter? She is eighteen she's old enough to fend for herself," he said holstering his pistol as he walked to his home. Alice never felt so much indifference in her life as her uncle spoke about her as if she wasn't even there.

"Please William? It's only for two months here I'll even pay for her room and board," Dorothy said reaching into her purse for her checkbook.

"Does it appear I need your damn money?!" William growled as he placed the chainsaw on the porch.

"Yes, it does to me," Dorothy said eyeing his home once again pulling out her checkbook. Writing her brother a check for five thousand to cover the cost for her daughter's stay, only to watch as her brother ripped it up in front of her. "All right, so you don't want my money, how about this I'll get Dad to help with Sally I know she is ill...." Dorothy said taking a step back as she saw the anger flare in his green eyes.

"Too little, too late," William said casting the fragments of the check to the wind. "Now leave," he said through clenched teeth as the sun highlighted his two day old stubble, "And take your daughter with you, I'm not your damn nanny," William said reaching inside his home for his ATV keys. That was until he saw his niece step out of the car covered all in black. An amused smirk graced his lips knowing how it probably irked his parents and his sister that she didn't dress in the proper high class way. "She can stay you, however, can not," William said eager to be rid of his sister. "I expect you here August first no later or she's on the street though, I doubt you would care."

"Fine," Dorothy said nodding in agreement. Glad she didn't have to shell out any of her savings to put her daughter up. Giving her brother one last look as his arms crossed his chest causing his biceps to flex, causing his shirt sleeve to become taut as it contoured to his well defined muscles. "Please, let me pay for her lodgings it doesn't feel right asking you to do this without being paid for it," Dorothy said reaching back into her purse, she didn't know why she just couldn't take her eyes off her brother's body.

"Fine," William said sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "You realize there is more to this world then what your money can buy right?" he asked shaking his head when his sister gave him a strange confused look.

"Thank you William," Dorothy said handing him another check. He wasn't going to cash it, he would never take their money not now, not ever. Not after the way they treated his wife, William just thought this was the quickest way to get his sister off his property. "Come on Alice, you shouldn't keep your uncle waiting," Dorothy said waving at her sluggish daughter. If she knew any better then she could assume her daughter had a hangover. "Come on let's go," she said clapping her hands loudly. A small sinister smirk graced the corner of her lips as her daughter winced in pain.

"Jesus Christ Mom, I'm coming," Alice groaned as her head throbbed painful underneath the noon sun only to feel the slap across her cheek.

"You don't speak to me like that," Dorothy said her anger flaring wagging her index finger in her daughter's face.

"Chill out Mom sheesh, why don't you have one of those European guys fuck you? Maybe then that stick up your ass might loosen," Alice spat at her mother, only to feel the sting of yet another slap across her face. She would have thought her uncle would have taken her mother's side, however, she was met with an amused smirk at her comment.

"You best go put pants on," William said eyeing her mini skirt. "There's a pair of old work boots in my bedroom you can wear."

"What? Why?!" Alice asked in bewilderment.

"Because you're going to work for your keep in my house, don't like it, I don't care there's, the road," William said pointing behind her. "Choose quickly, you're burning daylight," he said his finger tapping his left bicep. Alice knew her mother wouldn't take her with her, she had no money to pay for the trip back to her home, her mother saw to that; nor was she about to be stranded in a strange remote town.

"Fine," Alice said in annoyance stomping off to his front door.

"Oh, and lose the attitude, this isn't your house remember that," William said over his shoulder. "Why are you still here?" he asked cocking an eyebrow at his sister as he shooed her away.

"All right, I'm going," Dorothy said walking back to her car wondering why he was so cold to her. Unaware of the events that occurred between their parents and William.

"Here, you might need these," William said as he held his worn brown leather work gloves as he heard the clunking of his old boots on the wooden stairs.

"All right, what am I supposed to be doing?" Alice asked keeping her sigh to herself, hoping it wasn't to laborious and dirty. She didn't think her hangover would allow anything more then standing upright.

"Hauling wood," William said spinning the key ring around his finger as he walked towards his barn. Alice waited out underneath the glare of the sun as the engine of the four-wheeler roared to life. Following after him as William pointed towards the trailer that he normally used to haul wood that fed his wood stove during the winter. "Hop on, it's a long walk," William said pointing behind him. Yelping in surprise as William shot towards the hidden trail that she couldn't see. Instinctively, reaching around his waist thinking that he meant to kill them both.

"Never been on one of these before have you?" William asked chuckling as she held onto him for dear life.

"No!" Alice screamed over the roar of the engine. Wishing she had worn panties as the vibration of the engine stimulated her moistening labia. Pressing her body closer to her uncle's back, feeling the hard muscles underneath her hands, feeling her nipples slowly hardening. Biting her lip as the ATV hit a bump in the trail jostling her body, igniting her womb as the waves rushed up her canal. Softly, moaning her hips moving on their own hoping her uncle couldn't hear her. "Yes, almost there," Alice whispered pressing her forehead against his shoulder wishing he'd slow down some so she could enjoy the ride.

"Something wrong?" William asked slowing the four-wheeler to a crawl unaware that was exactly what his niece wanted.

"No, it's I've never been on one before you kind of startled me taking off like that," Alice said trying to keep her voice steady hoping he hadn't felt her focused movements.

"All right then," William said starting off again knowing it would take about an hour to transport the logs back to his drying shed.

"Yes, fuck... cumming," Alice moaned quietly into her hand.

"So what's up with all the logs uncle?" Alice asked as they finished unloading the trailer. Hoping that her uncle hadn't noticed the wet spot in the crotch of her jeans. The foot long logs she helped carry inside the the drying shed, however, the four foot, two hundred pound logs William carried in by himself. Alice wasn't proud of it yet she found herself eyeing her uncle's body as his muscle's rippled as he hoisted each log to his shoulder.

"The small ones are for firewood, that I'll split here on my next day off, the larger ones are for my hobby..." William said stopping himself she didn't need to know why he had taken up woodworking. It was his therapist idea for him to have something to take his mind off of the death of his wife, and to give his mind a way to work through his grief. To him it was a foolish notion that a simple task could ever drive the memory of his wife from his mind. However, William did find the work enjoyable, he had even sold quite a few of his pieces to the local residents within town. "Okay, now that is out of the way we can talk about the ground rules."

"But uncle I'm eighteen!" Alice said in a huff.

"I don't care if you are or aren't," William said taking a strong stance against his niece. He could tell she had gotten away with far too much at his sister's home given her attitude. "You don't like it, as you have stated your eighteen, I'm under no obligation of providing for you. So you can buckle down and do the work and get fed or you could always leave," William said shrugging his shoulders.

"Okay, what do I have to do?" Alice asked in a defeated sigh.

"Simple, when you are not working for me down at the bakery, you'll do chores around the house, if they aren't done by dinner... well you get the idea. Curfew is at 10 pm. the woods are a dangerous place at night and there are to be no boys in my home," William said hoping this would instill some discipline into his niece.

"Wait, you're going to make me work in a bakery, isn't that tantamount to child labor or something?" Alice said, aghast at the thought of manual labor.

"As you have said before, you're eighteen and not a child. I think it's high time you started acting like an adult and not some spoiled child with mommy issues," William said darkly, noting the late hour and his rumbling stomach. Leaving his niece behind to make her decision, while he went and showered and then make himself some lunch.

"So I'm guessing this bedroom is mine?" Alice asked knocking on the bathroom door. Her breath was caught in her throat as her uncle opened the door, none of the boys she had sex with looked like her uncle as he stood before her bare chested. While his chest wasn't overly developed yet she had no trouble seeing where each muscle started and stopped. Even without flexing his biceps she knew the strength that was stored with those arms of his. Her eyes lowered lingering on the towel that was wrapped around his waist.

"Decided to stay have you?" William asked with an amused smirk. "Yes, that room is all yours while you're here," he said pointing to the room that sat across the hall from his. "There's food in the fridge if you're hungry, however, if you need a shower you're just going to have to wait till I'm done," William said closing the door. Alice cheeks heated as she caught the reflection of his toned naked body in the mirror above the sink. Rushing to her room with his image still fresh in her mind, to her, she didn't know her uncle; no one ever talked about him while she was growing up, so at least to her, it didn't seem weird to see her uncle in a sexual light.

Stripping out of her pants, plopping down onto the bed coughing as dust flew through the air from the lack of use. Spreading her legs, her fingers running over her wet lips as she heard the pitter-patter of the shower. Alice knew she had to be quiet as she daydreamed about her uncle. Wondering how he would view her as she stood naked before him? Would he scoop her up in his arms as she asked to feel his tongue on her hot box? Would he hold her in those strong arms of his as she asked to be taken like the woman she longed to feel like? Alice's left hand reached up cradling her breast as her other plunged in and out of her dripping canal.

"Yes, fuck me uncle, you know you want this pussy," Alice cooed softly as her pace quickened. Knowing she had to be quick she didn't know how thick the walls were, she had no wish for William to hear her in the throes of her orgasm. Reaching up behind her grabbing the pillow smothering her scream of ecstasy as her hips bucked upwards her hot cream flooded out around her hand. Alice heard the shower shut off wishing she had a means to peering inside that hot steamy room. So she could lounge on her bed pleasuring herself to the wet muscled man as he showered.

"The shower is yours if you need it," William said knocking on the door causing Alice to jump as she looked down at her half naked body.

"Okay," Alice said weakly.

"Hey Uncle... who's this?" Alice asked as she pointed to the picture above the mantle of the fire place which William had converted so he could use his wood stove. The winters were harsh and William had learned after the first winter the fireplace didn't put out enough heat to kept the cabin warm enough when the temperature dropped below zero.

"That's Sally," William said looking up as he made himself a sandwich.

"Who's Sally?" Alice asked her finger twirling around her damp hair.

"She was my wife," William said trying to keep the sadness and grief from his voice as he reached into his fridge for a cold bottle of mead. It was another item he made it, was mostly for himself, however, there was far too much for him alone to drink by himself, so he sold what he didn't keep. Once word got around town about his homemade mead, William started to offer it in apple and cheery just to meet the demand. However, it was a seasonal thing so not to overtax his hives, which he was presently surprised by how much demand there was for it.

"What happened to her?" Alice asked as she watched as he carried his plate over to the small table that sat over the invisible divide between the kitchen and living room.

"She died," William said popping the cork.

"Oh," Alice said softly wondering if she should continue. "If it doesn't bring up too much heartache how did she die?"

"She had Giant Cell Myocarditis," William said with a sigh as he laid down the corkscrew noticing her confused look. "It's a rare, fatal autoimmune disease," he said as his eyes fall upon her urn.

"I'm sorry Uncle, I never knew," Alice said fighting the urge to run to him and wrap her arms around him.

"Well, of course not, the only ones that knew she had it was my parents and they never helped not even after I begged for them to offer assistance," William said containing his anger. "It's one of the reasons I moved here, so I could lose myself and forget about the outside world," he said as he took a slip from the bottle.

"So then, where did you live before moving here?" Alice asked as she made her own sandwich, wondering if she could ever break through that shell of his.

"A few miles outside of D.C., hell, even her politician boss did more for her then my own parents," William growled as his sandwich fell to the plate scattering chips across the table. "That should tell you something!"

"So is that why I never heard of you before?" Alice asked as she spread a thin layer of mustard on her turkey rye sandwich.

"No, that's because I wouldn't marry the rich snob of a woman my folks wanted me too, among other things," William said tossing the chips into the trash, "And what do you mean you never heard of me, I did change quite a few of your diapers when you were little," he said chuckling at her horrified look. "The last time I saw you, you were three and would never let go of my leg whenever I was around, that and you had a habit of running around in the nude," William said laughing as Alice's face turned beet red. "Laughing madly as I chased you around the house trying to get your clothes back on. I know where you get that rebellious streak from though, I don't know about the nudity though," William said scratching his chin as he sat back down.

As darkness crept over her uncle's property, Alice wondered where he had gotten to. Then she smelt something she knew all to well. The screen door creaked and groaned as she stepped out onto his front porch. Her nostrils flared as a cloud of smoke engulfed her head.

"Uncle, you smoke weed?!" Alice asked in surprised shock.

"Yeah, can't put anything passed you can I," William said teasingly. Alice licked her lips as she watched as William took a drag off his blunt, then to the freshly packed bong that sat beside him. "Want a hit or something?" William asked as he held his breath before coughing up a storm. "God, that's some good shit," he said sinking back on the porch swing.

"Sure," Alice said tentatively sitting down close to him as he held out his blunt. She thought it be nothing more than low-grade weed not the high quality stuff she was use to in the city. Yet as took her first drag she knew her assumptions were going to cost her. "Fuck damn, what is that stuff?" Alice asked fighting for breath after her coughing fit.

"Fruity pebbles or that's what the guy at the store called it," William said patting her back as he took his smoke back from her.

"So what's up with the weed? I didn't take you for a stoner?" Alice asked wishing he'd left his hand on her body.

"Well, when Sally was sick she didn't want to be addicted to the pain killers her doc was writing her, so I asked around trust me, I got some strange looks when I did," William said taking another drag recounting the times he would sit beside his wife as she tried to cope with the pain. "Sally was self-conscious about what I would think of her if she was the only one lighting up. So there we were two of the most unlikely people stoned out of our minds raiding the kitchen for - pudding!" William said chuckling as he remembered how his wife always wanted that sweet snack whenever they were high.

"Okay, I can understand that but she's gone now, so why do you still do it?" Alice asked plucking the blunt from his lips.

"Sally is never gone, she lives here," William said covering his heart. "As to why I still do it, well... that's to remember the good times we had and to forget that she's gone," he said as shadows played a cross his face.

"I see," Alice said scooting closer to her uncle. "Then you never been shotgunned before have you?"

"What now...." William's words were cut off as his niece leaned forward. His eyes went wide as her lips locked around his forcing the sweet smoke into his mouth and nose as her tongue explored his mouth. "Well, no one has never done that before," William said cough as he eyed his niece.

"Good, maybe I'll show you something else later," Alice said hoping to get her uncle as high as she could so she could try out her plan as she placed the roach in the ashtray. "So what do you have packed in the bong?" she asked resting her head on his shoulder.

"Northern lights," William said wishing he had bought more of the fruity pebble strain.

"You mind if we try it? I've never had that before?" Alice asked as she looked up at her uncle.

It took two more bowls to get her uncle into the state of mind she wanted him in. Alice knew he wouldn't remember anything and if he did it just be a blur to him. She has been high enough to know her limits and she wasn't anywhere near it, unlike her uncle. Alice rested her head in his lap making him believe she was dozing off, yet all the while her lips teasing his tool through his pants. Smiling as she felt his cock responding to her, listening to the slight snore as William remained in his weed induce sleep. Slowly, reaching over his leg inching down his zipper, holding her breath hoping he wouldn't wake up until it was too late to stop her.

Alice licked her lips as his cock stood before her eyes. She loved how cock tasted in her mouth and she wondered since it was her uncles, would it taste even sweeter since it was taboo? Running her tongue up William's cock circling around his head before slowly swallowing it inch by inch. She wanted to remember everything about it as his tool heated her tongue as her head gently rocked on his cock. Reaching down unsnapping the button on her pants, playing with herself as she serviced his rod. Her eyes fluttered, a soft moan filled her mouth as his pre cum coated her tongue. Her free hand twisting softly around his shaft as her lips glided along it's length.

"Oh, Sally," William said in a soft low moan. Alice thought nothing of it, his late wife must have done this to him quite often.

"Relax William, let your wife take care of you," Alice said playing into his dream. However, that was her plan until a set of headlights cut through the darkness. Narrowing her eyes at the interruption hastily placing William's cock back into his pants as the car crested the hill. Straightening out her clothes before she shook her uncle awake. Hating whomever it was for getting in her way of having his hot semen coating her throat.

"What?" William said groggily rubbing his eyes trying to get his mind to focus and wondering why he had a hard-on. Also, why it felt like someone had been sucking on his hard tool.

"No! Oh, come on!" Alice growled crossing her arms slumping back against the swing as she recognized the grill of the car. Could she not have waited until tomorrow? Alice asked herself as the car pulled to a stop. Switching off the headlights as the black sedan pulled in beside her uncle's truck. Irritation flared in her mind as her mother stood behind the open driver side door.

"Alice, come help your mother," Dorothy said popping the trunk.

"Fuck!" Alice grumbled underneath her breath she was so close to having her uncle. She knew she could have pushed him to having sex with her in his sleep. She wasn't proud of the fact she would have to use the memory of his dead wife to get what she wanted, however, that wouldn't matter when he woke to find her riding his pole.

"What the hell is she doing here?" William asked sobering up quickly as Dorothy's voice filled his ear's.

"Alice, I can't carry all my bags by myself," Dorothy said growing irate at her daughter as she stayed seated.

"I don't know uncle, she was supposed to be over the Atlantic by now," Alice said in a anger filled sigh.

"Hello William," Dorothy said directing her daughter to unload the car as she approached the porch. Trying not to eye the glass bong that sat beside her brother.

"Want to explain why you're here, Dorothy?" William asked knowing he wouldn't be able to walk without stumbling into everything.

"Jack screwed us!" Dorothy seethed in anger. "He took Adam, his whore and cashed in our plane tickets before he skipped off to Europe! It's not funny William!" Dorothy said growing red in the face as her brother's laughter echoed across the land.

"Oh, but it is Sis," William said through waves of his rib splitting laughter.

"You're only saying that because you're high!" Dorothy said stomping her her foot on the porch.

"What does that have to do with the fact the three of you got screwed?" William asked noticing how his niece joined in on his mother's folly. "My being high has nothing to do with anything, it just makes it more amusing," he said grabbing his bong sparking up in front of his uptight sister. Alice stared in shock and awe viewing her uncle as a hero as he bombarded her mother in a could of smoke. "Get off that high horse Dorothy, you've done far worse then a little weed," William said setting down his bong. Alice mind reeled, racing with questions on what dirt her uncle had on her mother.

"That was twenty years ago, William," Dorothy said taking a quick inhale, waving her hand before her face as she exhaled making them think she was annoyed by it.

"Uh huh," William said as Alice sat another pair of suitcases on his porch. "You still haven't answered my question why are you here?"

"Well, since my husband has gone off thinking there won't be any repercussions for his actions..... I thought since my trip is ruined why not come and spend my summer here," Dorothy said sitting down next to William. Wondering if he remembered the summers they shared alone together. Wondering if, just maybe they could reignite that long lost passion they once shared. "Alice, see that my bags are stored in the the spare bedroom," she ordered.

"Alice, ignore that," William said holding out his hand. "This isn't your house Dorothy, you can't just order anyone around here. Plus I haven't even agreed that you'd be staying, you dumped your daughter on me because she caused some sort of trouble. Then you show up hours later, thinking I'd just open my home to you! Now that you're not going overseas, why don't you take your daughter home, and we'll go back to not seeing each other for another fifteen years," William said. Alice remained silent, she had never heard anyone talk to her mother like that before. In her mind her uncle was rising to the heights of the epic hero's of old.

"William, it's late it be well pass 4 am. before we reach home. If you want us gone fine, we'll leave, you won't hear from us if that's what you want. But... William hasn't it been long enough," Dorothy said reaching over taking hold of his hand. "What happened back then is ancient history can we not just move....." Dorothy watched as her brother just left her sitting there as the screen door slamming behind him.

"Oh, great you did it now Mom," Alice said shaking her head.

"What? I didn't do anything wrong?!" Dorothy asked mystified.

"Mom, did you not see anything missing from his hand," Alice said wiggling her left ring finger.

"So they got divorced?"

"No, Mom, Aunt Sally died," Alice said smacking her forehead wondering how she couldn't see the sadness in his eyes.

"What? When?" Dorothy asked wondering why the private detective hadn't seen fit to add that to the file.

"I don't know mom, all he told me was your parents wouldn't help him to save her life," Alice said shrugging her shoulders, telling her mother how Sally died.

"Alice, come sit beside me," Dorothy said patting the seat beside her. "Tell me what was the rules he set to get you to stay?"

"Oh, you know, chores around his place when I'm not working at his bakery, curfew is at ten and no boys," Alice said looking down at her lap. Knowing now it be difficult if not impossible to get her uncle alone.

"Okay, so we'll work for him and share the load of chores, all right?" Dorothy asked patting her daughter's forearm, she wasn't about to drive all the way there and just turn back.

"Okay, but Mom there's only two bedrooms and one bath," Alice said trying to get her mother to leave so it would leave her uncle all to herself.

"Bah," Dorothy said waving off the statement. "So, we'll share a room, if not we can take turns sleeping on his couch," she said not letting on how hard it be on her without the creature comforts of her home. "If all else fails, we could always share a bed like we use to do whenever you had a bad dream," Dorothy said reaching around her daughter, hugging her lightly as she kissed her forehead.

"Mom, are you feeling alright?" Alice asked looking at her mother skeptically.

"Actually, I'm kind of glad that your father ran off with his whore, because if he hadn't I wouldn't be able to spend time with my brother. You know he looked after you when you were little, how you would light up when William walked through the door," Dorothy said giggling as she stroked her daughter's hair. "Oh, the presents you made him when you knew he was coming over," she said recounting the earlier years of her daughter's life. "If I had known about Sally's condition.... hold that thought," Dorothy said reaching into her purse. Opening up her contact list scrolling down to her parents number.

"Hello?" Dorothy heard her mother's voice as she answered on the third ring placing her phone on speaker.

"Mom, is Dad beside you?" Dorothy asked placing her finger to her lips telling her daughter to remain silent as she rose from her seat.

"Yes, he's right here dear, he's in the middle of cutting off your husband from the accounts' he has access to."

"Good, now put me on speaker I have something that I need to ask you both," Dorothy said looking to the star filled sky, noticing how beautiful it was compared to the light polluted skies of the city.

"Hey sweetheart!" her father said joyfully.

"Don't sweetheart me Dad! Tell me why neither one of you helped your son when Sally was sick?" Dorothy asked as she paced his porch coming to the understanding of why she hadn't seen her brother for so long.

"Because she isn't like us Dorothy, from your tone she got better without our help," her father said coldly.

"No, Dad she didn't, Sally died because you couldn't or wouldn't help your son!"

"So? Low class people die all the time," her father said in a matter-of-fact tone. Dorothy stopped in her tracks as she caught the silhouette of her brother standing in the doorway from the corner of her eye. "Dorothy, what is that noise?" Dorothy didn't answer as her brother opened the screen door holding out his hand for the phone. Dorothy took a dry swallow as she saw the fiery rage in his green eyes as she handed her brother her phone.

"You speak of my wife in such a manner again, I'll let it be known to the world that the owner of the one of the leading pharmaceuticals thinks so poorly of it's customers. I wonder how the shareholders will view your loathing for the people you're supposed to help. How long will it be before your so-called vast fortune dwindles to nothing? Oh, one last thing before you never hear the voice of the son you expelled. Sally, wasn't low class as you constantly called her, no, she was the second daughter of the Madoc family. We both know how wealthy they are seeing how you've been trying to get into their little club since I started dating her! You ever wonder why you haven't been able to get in for the past fifteen years. Well, I'll tell you, it's because I asked Michael Madoc to blackball you. You see, if you actually helped me with saving my wife, I could've helped you," William said keeping all emotion from his voice, yet his fist clenched tightly at his side as he drove his nails into his palm in his righteous anger.

"Don't you dare threaten me boy!" his father screamed into the speaker.

"Threaten, oh no, that would be a crime old man, I simply stated a fact of what would happen if you keep spouting your hate at my wife. What's that old metaphor don't judge a book by its cover, I think you should've taken its advice," William said handing his sister her phone back.

"William! Son!" his mother called out yet William was gone.

"He's gone Mom," Dorothy said as she watched her brother walk around the interior of his home. "I can see why he hates us, I would've have thought you all would've helped your daughter-in-law," she sighed taking her phone off of speaker. "Not that I can blame him, look at the man you saddled me with. I think you should do something for her, though I doubt it would bring him back at least it shows you somewhat care about your son. Yeah, I'll try Mom but I doubt it'll do any good, all right I'll talk to you later," Dorothy said as she ended her call.

"Alice, I know I'm hard on you but you know I only do it because I only want the best for you and Adam. Please, never let me push you away like your grandparents did to your uncle," Dorothy said sinking back into her seat. "I don't know how I would feel if you left, nor how my life would be like if you disappeared from it," she said wrapping her daughter in a warm motherly hug.

"Okay," Alice said her eyes darting to and fro wondering if this was indeed her mother before her and not some doppelganger.

"Good, you know I think this visit will be good for the both of us," Dorothy said caressing Alice's left cheek. "Now, come help me with my bags and show me to our room," she said rising from her seat. Taking her daughter by the hand, handing Alice the lightest of her luggage while she herself carried in the more heavier bags. All to show her brother that she could and would pull her own weight as her daughter lead her to her room. "Well, it's tight but I think we can make it work," Dorothy said placing her bags down by the door. "Which side of the bed do you want sweetheart?" she asked her eyes roamed over the bed patting the mattress. Waving her hand as dust swirled into the air. "William!"

"What?" William said from the entrance of the hallway.

"Would you please come here for a minute, little brother?" Dorothy asked sweetly. Turning around as she heard his footsteps at the door. "You don't expect us to sleep underneath these dusty, musty sheets do you?" she asked patting the bed to emphasize her point.

"Oh, sorry, here let me get you something more fresh," William said walking down the hall to the converted linen closet where his washer and dryer was stored. William's hand hovered over the cobalt blue floral

and white sheets along with the matching comforter hesitant to allow them to use it. However, he knew what his wife would have said after she had slapped him upside the back of his head. "Here, please be careful with it," William said handing over the the plastic bag that contained the items.

"Why?" Dorothy asked perplexed at the strange request for bedding.

"It was Sally's favorite," William said somberly.

"Oh, I'll make sure we don't mar it," Dorothy said hugging the bag to her chest.

"I'd suggest you go to bed," William said checking his watch. While he didn't need to going into work since his manager took care of most of the day to day operations. He still liked to do the payroll and the balancing of the books himself. Also, he liked to watch as the bakers went about the task of making the delectable sweets and heavenly bread his shop was known for. "Five o'clock comes early," William said heading to his front door to bring in the items from the porch.

Alice and Dorothy awoke to a bare chested William in blue striped flannel pajamas pants as he leaned over them as he shook them awake. Dorothy instinctively reached up her hand ran down her brother's hard chest, instantly her eyes flew open when it wasn't the fat, rotund body she has encountered over the past few years. Dorothy couldn't stop herself as she savored every muscle, every valley, every bulge that her brother had took time to hone.

"Morning Uncle," Alice said stretching as she sat up, hoping her blue translucent bra would draw his gaze.

"Breakfast is ready, you got thirty minutes to get up, eat, and shower before I head into town," William said as the hints of waffles, venison sausage, and country style hash browns drifted into the room. Dorothy tossed off her covers forgetting that her night gown was nearly see through then quickly covering herself.

"Sorry William," Dorothy said noticing his reddening cheeks.

"Don't worry about it," William said looking away as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Just if you don't want your food to get cold you might want to hurry up."

"Don't worry Uncle, I'm up," Alice said swinging her legs over the bed, her fingers running along the edges of her panties straightening out the fabric, allowing the elastic to snap it back along her youthful ass.

"Alice, you shouldn't be doing that in front of your uncle," Dorothy said as she tied a loose knot in the belt of her robe.

"Please, you just gave your brother a full frontal and your complaining about me," Alice said in exasperation as she cocked out her hip. Dorothy arched an eyebrow as the blue fabric of her underwear contoured to the shape of her womanhood.

"Alice, do we need to go shopping?" Dorothy asked wondering what her daughter was playing at.

"No, why?" Alice asked looking down her body, seeing nothing wrong with what she had on.

"Then way are you trying to show that off?" Dorothy asked pointing at her daughter's crotch.

"What? I like looking at my peach in the morning," Alice said patting her snatch.

"It smells delicious," Dorothy cooed as William placed her plate before her.

"Yes, it does," Alice agreed her tongue sticking out of the corner mouth as she drenched her waffles in maple syrup.
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