Incest/Taboo A Family Destroyed

"Alright. That will be $479.38. Now, will that be cash or charge?" The man asked. Simon didn't say anything, only handing the man 480 dollars. "Here is your receipt; those cameras have a sixty-day warranty should one of them break. If you bring it back, I'll either fix it free of charge or give you a new one. Thanks again for shopping at Spyworks," the man said, smiling warmly at Simon.

"Thanks. I'll tell my boss that," Simon said, waving to the man before exiting the store.

Sneaking around the outside of his house to his unlocked window. Simon didn't want them to know what he's been up to. He failed to notice his mother's car was parked in their driveway as devious thoughts swirled in his mind. Walking through the front door of the house, he found it too quiet for his liking.

"Simon Dante Winters! Where in the hell have you been?!" Pamela yelled as the front door closed.

"Out," Simon said plainly.

"I'm sick and tired of this attitude of yours," Pamela said, marching up to him, her nose pressed against his. "You will tell me right now where you've been? When you know you are grounded. I came home for lunch only to find out you been gone since eight o'clock this morning," she seethed as she poked Simon in the chest.

"Fucking the Librarian in the back office." Simon staggered to his left from the force of his mother's slap. He felt the warm salty liquid coating his tongue from his cut lip. "What don't like the fact I fucked someone?" Simon chuckled menacingly only to feel the sting of another slap.

"Please! We all know that woman is a lesbian."

"Hmpf. Maybe for other guys, but she loves my dick," Simon said darkly, as he tested the cut with his tongue.

Amy stood in the doorway, neither moving to aid either one of them. She no idea why her brother was being so difficult. Yet she did hope he would come around. How she wanted to experience that rod of his. If only he would stop this act of his.

"Really. Now," Pamela growled low, "alright. Show me this cock that can turn a lesbian straight," she said, crossing her arms. "Well, hurry up. I don't have all damn day. Unless, of course, you were lying," Pamela said smugly.

"What kind of mother wants to see her own son's junk?" Simon asked, shaking his head.

"One that knows when her punk ass son is lying to her."

"You want to see it. Fine," Simon said coldly, "I'll show you," he said, unbuckling his belt pushing his pants and underwear down to the floor. "Is this what you wanted to see..." His mother bridged the gap between them before he could finish.

"Maybe," Pamela whispered as her fingers traced along the length of her son's hard cock. "You're being this rude little shit is because you need someone to take care of this," she said, keeping her surprise from showing as she wrapped her hand around his steel rod. Leaning forward, her cheek brushing along his, her nose nuzzling his hair. "If you like, baby. Mama is more than willing to let you fuck her with this cock. Maybe then you'll go back to the son I know."

"Hell no!" Simon said, pushing his mother away. "Punish me or kiss my white ass," he said, waddling off to his room.

"I told you that wasn't going to work, Mom."

"So you did," Pamela said, looking down at her hand. Storing the sensation of her son's cock to memory. "I mean, what man says no when a woman has a hand on his dick?!" she asked, amazed that her son just walked away from her.

"I do!" Simon shouted from his room to muffle the sound of the plastic bag. Hiding it in the back of his closet until he could set up the cameras. Quickly and silently closing his closet door as he heard the sound of his mother approaching. Barely, making to his bed before his mother showed herself. Stepping out of her heels beside his door. It wouldn't do her any good if her shoes got caught on his bedspread. Gesturing for her daughter to wait out of sight in case Simon didn't take her bait.

"You and I need to have a little talk, young man," Pamela said, slowly, deliberately taking off her suit jacket to accentuate her breasts. She was going to feel her son's cock deep inside of her one way or another.

"Uh-huh," Simon said, flipping a page of the book he was reading. Hoping his mother took the diversion.

"You will look at me when I'm talking to you," Pamela said sternly, plucking his book from his hands. "I didn't take you for a War and Peace type of person," she said, reading the spine of the book.

"I guess you don't know your son very well then," Simon said, slightly annoyed that she hadn't left yet.

"Honey," Pamela cooed, placing her knee on his bed. "Why must we fight? I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but you know I'm always going to be here to help you," she said sensuously, running her hand up and down his leg.

"What are you doing?" Simon asked, skeptical of his mother's motives.

"Why must I be up to something to speak with my son?" Pamela asked, feigning hurt. "I just wish to have a conversation with my sweet boy," she said lustfully.

"That doesn't require you to crawl along my bed," Simon said, trying to distance himself from his mother. Yet his mother swung her leg over his lap, pinning him in place. His eyes caught sight of the tops of her black silk, thigh-high stockings.

"Oh but, it does, Simon," Pamela purred hungrily. Her hands ran up his chest. Her uncovered mound set ever so perfectly on his soft cock as she leaned forward. "Baby," her tongue gently teased the tip of his nose, "tell mama what's wrong? Is it because no one allowed you to get this wet?" she asked. Her right hand ran down his chest before slipping into her son's pants. Her eyes lit up evilly as she grasped his soft phallus.

"What the..."

"Shhh!" Pamela hissed as she placed her finger over his lips. "No more talking from you; you will lay there and enjoy your mother's hand on your cock," she said, slowly beginning to stroke her son's tool.

"No!" Simon said heatedly.

"Yes, Simon!" Pamela growled, pinning his arms above his head. Unsnapping the button on his jeans, roughly pulling down his underwear, exposing his manhood. Feeling her son's body tense up as she continued her slow teasing of his phallus. "Yes, baby, just give in," she whispered as she nuzzled his neck, "can you feel that, sweetheart?" Pamela asked, running her naked mound along his hard shaft. "I bet you never felt a pussy on your cock before. How about we just put in, shall we?"

"No! No! No!" Simon said, tossing his mother off of him. Scurrying off the bed, tucking away his junk before she could assault him again.

"Well," Pamela huffed, slightly surprised that her son was playing so hard to get. "Amy!" she called out. She didn't want to do this, yet Simon left her little choice.

"Yeah," Amy called back, knowing that was her cue.

"Nail his windows shut!" Pamela ordered as she straightened out her clothes.

"You can't do that!" Simon shouted.

"You seem to think this is your house, little boy. This is my fucking house, and I'll do whatever the fuck I want with it!" Pamela growled. A little perturbed that her son had rebuffed her advances, yet that only made her want Simon more. "Well, that will keep you from escaping from now on. Oh, and Simon, when I get home tonight. I hope you'll have thought long and hard about what happened here because if you want those nails removed, you'll fuck your mother. If not, then get used to being stuck in this room until you do," Pamela said, wickedly as the door closed.

One week later...

Christmas day. Simon logged onto the site he now handled through a proxy server, so his parents wouldn't be able to track his movements. So far, his site has ten videos up and running on the dark web. Some were of his father and sister in the middle of the night, or his mother and sister. However, the bulk of his videos were the same group of people he saw on that earth-shattering day. Simon blurred out his sister's and mother's faces. Melody's face he left unaltered. He was cruel, but he wasn't a monster. He didn't want some pervert harassing his sister. Although that didn't stop him from making money off of their sin. Charging anywhere from five dollars for ten minutes of the videos or twenty for full access to its entirety. He made sure the videos could never be downloaded from the site, other than by him, that is. Simon wanted to keep complete control over that damaging evidence. Which he was pretty pleased with himself. So far, the site had netted him a little over two grand. He had no idea there were so many people into incest. Yet, he wasn't about to condemn his paying customers. Quickly logging off when he heard footsteps approaching his door.

"Simon?" Amy whispered, opening his door.

"What?" Simon asked, making it appear he was just casually surfing the net.

"Remember what we talked about?" Amy asked. He knew what she meant. It was that damn video she had hidden on his phone and with the wallpaper that was now permanently his backdrop due to an unfortunate accident. Try as he might, Simon couldn't fix the error in the software. So he was stuck with the image of his naked sister until he could get a new one. However, since he had constantly rebuffed his mother. His adventures in the outside world were limited.

"If you're talking about your video. I erased it," Simon lied. It was one of his highest earners with a slight modification, of course.

"But why?!" Amy asked, slipping into his room. Shutting the door so their parents wouldn't overhear their conversation.

"Why wouldn't I?" Simon asked, perplexed.

"But I made it just for you," Amy said, hurt that he would so recklessly toss away the gift she made him. "Did you at least watch it?"

"Yes," Simon said, he had to, to ensure her face remained blurred throughout the video.

"Did you like it?" Amy asked quizzically. She wanted to be the one that her brother came to. To be the one that would be the first to experience his cock.

"Umm..." Simon pressed his back against his chair. The hinge squeaked irritably as his sister thrust her face into his.

"Simon. Did. You. Like. It?" Amy asked, not taking no for an answer. Her hands gripped the armrests, not giving her brother a means of escape.

"Umm... yes," Simon lied so she would leave him be.

"Truly?" Amy asked, unsure of his answer.

"Yes," Simon said, quickly glancing down, noticing how his sister wasn't wearing a bra.

"Did you jack..." Amy's voiced stilled as the doorbell rang.

"Mom!" their mother's voice rang out joyfully as she answered the door.

"We'll talk about this later," Amy said, leaning in close. "I'm glad you watched it. I hope that maybe," she said, reaching down her hand, cupping his groin. "Soon, you'll let me experience this." Showing off her ass as she left to greet her grandparents. She knew her grandmother knew nothing about what they did. Amy knew that would destroy her. Her aunt was in the same boat. Yet to Amy, her aunt was too much of a stuck-up prude. If she would satisfy her husband, then he wouldn't be fucking them. Amy prayed her sweet grandmother would never find out.

"Amy! Sweetheart, how's college?" her grandmother asked, as Amy entered the kitchen.

"Good. How are you doing, grandma?" Amy asked, hugging her tightly, noticing the look her grandfather gave her.

"Good. Good. Now, where is that brother of yours?" she asked, peering around her granddaughter.

"In his room where he will stay," Pamela said sternly.

"But why?! It's Christmas!"

"He's been rather rude and difficult over the past week, Judy," Paul said, handing Philip a beer. "So we thought it best to revoke his Christmas to teach him a lesson."

"Is that so? It seems not to be working very well," Simon said, startling them all. "Hello grandma," he said, hugging her warmly. Ignoring his grandfather, Simon didn't see a need to greet the man.

"Simon!" Pamela growled.

"Don't get your panties in a twist. I only came for a drink," Simon said arrogantly. Smirking to his parents as the kitchen went dead silent as he popped open his can of soda before leaving the room. He could feel his mother's gaze burning into his back as he did. Simon glanced out the corner of his eye as he was about to enter his room. The angry look on his mother's face was priceless.

"Can you not be a little shit today?" Pamela asked, keeping her temper in check. "Could you at least seem polite when your grandparents are in the room?"

"I did," Simon said, placing his soda on his nightstand before plopping down on his bed. "I didn't call you a whore, now did I?" He kept his nervousness hidden as his mother closed his door.

"You will stop calling your mother that!" Pamela growled.

"Oh, will I now?"

"Yes, god damn it! You should show me some respect!" Simon just chuckled at that. His respect for her ended over a week ago. When he heard her beg, for his uncle to pound her cunt.

"Really? After you rubbed your cunt all over my cock?" Simon asked, arching an eyebrow. "Here," he said, reaching through the slit of his pajamas and underwear, fishing out his cock. "Go on. Suck it!" Simon said, taunting his mother as he shook his appendage at her.

"Your disgusting!" Pamela sneered, yet she couldn't take her eyes off of her son's hardening cock.

"I guess you don't want it," Simon said, shrugging, placing his member back into his pajamas. "Before you start calling me disgusting, maybe you should keep your voice down when Amy's fucking you," he said matter-of-factly. Switching on his TV, telling his mother their conversation was over.

"When your grandparents, aunt, and uncle leaves, you and I will finish this," Pamela growled low, her eyes falling on that hard bulge.

"Is that before or after you suck my dick?" Simon laughed maniacally as his mother huffed, slamming his door shut.

"Here," Amy said, placing his Christmas lunch on his computer desk. Unhappy that he told their mother to suck his cock instead of her. "Grandma made it for you," she said, placing his glass beside the plate. Little did either of them know there was something extra within the gravy that smothered his mash potatoes.

Darkness crept along the floorboards of Simon's room as that cold winter night descends upon the Winters family home. Simon snored loudly due to the drug that was added to his food. His door slowly inched opened. She didn't want anyone to interrupt her. She was determined to make her son eat his words. Locking the door behind her. Her family was dozing off their meal in the living room. She knew if it worked on them, then it had worked on her son. Pamela knew he wasn't sincere earlier. Given how he had rebuffed her constant advances.

"Well, baby, it looks like you're not going to be a virgin for much longer rather you know it or not," Pamela said evilly. Her fingers made quick work of the buttons of her shirt and the zipper of her pants. Her light pink underwear was darkened by the waning light that filtered into her son's room. She had been thinking of this while she waited for the drug to affect her other family members. Her arousal filled the air as her panties pulled away from her moist lips. Her eyes glanced over at his phone. An evil light played across her eyes as her panties fell from her grasp. Arching an eyebrow when she saw her naked daughter on the screen. A devious smirk graced her lips. Her bra fell to the floor in a soft kiss. Sliding his plate to the side. Spreading her legs wide as she sat on his desk. Taking multiple photos of her naked body. Then of her sucking her juices from her finger. Sliding off the desk, placing his phone on the left side of Simon's hip. Pamela slowly, painstakingly, pulled down his pajama pants.

Hungrily, licking her lips as she stared down at her son's soft cock. Kneeling down at the side of his bed, Pamela couldn't wait to have that cock in her mouth. Her hand slid along the bedspread as she reached for his phone. Her finger swiping across the screen to find his camera app, then opening it up. While her other hand took hold of his soft member.

"So you think your mother is a whore, huh?" Pamela asked, looking into the camera as the recording light blinked. "Well then, you won't have any qualms about this 'whore' sucking on this dick of yours?" she asked, while slowly stroking his cock. Making sure her face was centered on the screen as her lips wrapped around Simon's rod. Rocking her head as her tongue teasing the crown of his stiffening cock. Smiling coyly into the camera as his cock left her lips. "Would you look at that?" Pamela cooed as showing off Simon's glistening tool to the camera. "Now I think it's time for this cock of yours to fuck your mother, don't you think so?" Climbing onto the bed, making sure if her son did awaken. He would be greeted by her smiling, triumphant face. Although given that she gave Simon a larger dose, that was unlikely. "Now to the main course." Pamela's voice could be heard on screen as she centered the camera on the tip of Simon's cock as it entered her canal.

"Oh baby," Pamela moaned as she slowly sank down on his rod, "God! You're so big!" Her muscles trembled as her folds squeezed his manhood. "Mama likes! So big. So thick!" she purred heavenly. "Fuck!" Pamela muffled her groaned. She had no wish for anyone to overhear her, even if the possibility was slight. "God, baby, you're stretching your mother to her limit," she said, the camera becoming shaky as her hips rapidly rose and fell. "I'm going to..." Pamela squealed as her hot cream flooded her canal, coating Simon's cock. "Well, baby, you aren't a virgin anymore. How does it feel knowing you just made your mother cum? Shall we try for another?" she said sinfully. Hitting the pause button, tossing his phone to the side. Pamela wanted her full attention on the cock currently nestled in her cunt. Her hands ran up his chest as her hips slammed down onto that orgasmic tool of his.

"Yes, Simon, fuck your mother!" Pamela moaned as her second orgasm was nigh. "You like having this pussy wrapped around your cock don't you?" she asked, looking down at her unconscious son. "I know you do. It's okay. Mama will always let you fuck her with this cock of yours," Pamela said, breathing heavily as she came down from her orgasm. Reaching his phone again, then reaching around behind her spreading his legs apart. Listening to how her son's cock left her cunt in a slick pop and a wet slap against his stomach as she looked between her legs. Setting up the phone so she didn't need to hold it while she savored her son's cock.

"Now," Pamela said. Her tongue ran over her upper lip as she posed his cock back at her entrance. "I think it's time we put this back where it belongs." Her dripping lips parted easily as that stout rod slid through her folds. "Mmm... this 'whore' is never going to get tired of this cock," Pamela said, leaning forward, allowing the light to shine upon his wet, cream-smeared, hard cock as her cunt slid down that pole. "Now I think it's time you that you soil my pussy with that cum," she said, saying nothing more as she sought to have that hot seed of his filling her mound.

"What's this!" Pamela sinfully smirked as she felt his hot cum filling her womb. "Did you just cum inside of your mother? Yes, you did!" she teased. Sliding off of her son's cock, wiping her juices from the screen as she lined up the camera with her slit. "Look, baby? Look at all that cum oozing out of your mother's cunt," Pamela said, zooming on that white ooze as it leaked out of her cunt.

Simon woke around six a.m. He didn't know how or why he slept for so long. The last thing he'd remembered was eating his Christmas lunch. Then he noticed an odd stale odor lingering in his room. Sitting up, his phone sliding down his chest. Simon saw two things: the yellow sticky note attached to the screen and the fact his pajama pants were around his ankles. 'Play me!' was written upon the sticky note.

"No!" Simon seethed as his mother came on screen with his cock in her mouth. "No! No! No!" he yelled as she inserted his cock into her cunt.

"Something wrong, Simon?" Pamela asked, leaning against the doorframe in her robe. She hoped that once he saw the video. That he would hopefully be up to actually fucking her while he was awake.

"You! Raped me! Your own God damn son!" Simon said, surging off of his bed.

"Ra*e never! I never heard you say no, did I?" Pamela asked, feigning innocence. "Plus, if you're going to yell at me, I think you need to cover up," she said, smirking, pointing to his pajamas that were still around his ankles. "Baby," she said, stepping into his room. She tried to reach for his cock, yet Simon batted away her hand.

"Get out of my room!"

Pamela had enough! She knew his cock enjoyed being inside of her. Why couldn't her son see that? Was she so repulsive? Was her wanting to please him so wrong? Her hand darted out; her fingers were like a steel vice as she held his chin.

"You are going to fuck me! Oh, yes, you are!" Pamela growled; her free hand grasped his soft rod. "You will fuck your mother willingly, or so help me, I will make your life a living hell," she said darkly.

"Fuck. You. Whore!" Simon was slammed into his dresser from the punch to his jaw.

"You think you can rebuff my advances without consequence?! You think you can walk around here with that fat cock and not give it to me!" Pamela yelled angrily, "I got some news for you, boy," she sneered. "Your girlfriend never fucking loved you!" Pamela said, pulling out all the stops regardless of how it would harm her son. "Prancing around here giving out that pussy to your father! When I, your loving mother, would never string you along like she has, baby, I love you with all my heart. However, as of now, I can't stand to look at you. So go. Get out of this house, go spend your last week of freedom at your grandparent's house," Pamela said, then she saw it. The genuine hurt in her son's warm brown eyes.

"Just... get out," Simon sighed.

Pamela leaned against the wall, silently crying as to why he didn't want her. And for allowing her anger to get the better of her. She heard the crashing of his dresser as Simon tore up his room in his fury.

"Mom?" Amy said softly. She had heard everything. She had no idea her mother would go that far. It even left a bad taste in her mouth. "Why? Why would you do that to Simon?" she asked, leading Pamela away from her brother's room.

"I don't know. I just wanted him so badly," Pamela said, sinking down onto the couch. As her anger cooled, she knew she had harmed her son in more ways than one. "I just wanted Simon to experience a real woman that loves him, and not that girl that parades her ass around here."

"But did you have to..." Their bodies stilled as Simon's door slammed closed. A large duffel bag hung off of his shoulder. His feet stomped on the floor as he never once glanced at his family. He was done with them. Simon only had to survive the last few months, then they would never see him again. "Simon! Wait. I'll take you!" Amy said, quickly jumping from her seat. Only to hear his huff and disgust before disappearing into that snow-covered morning.

"What have I done!" Pamela wept loudly into her hands.

"What's going on?!" Paul asked, groggy, as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

Five months later...

Simon's pen tapped rapidly on his desk as his mouse cursor hovered over the button to close down his site. Chewing on his lip, knowing how much the videos had netted him. Shaking his head, he had earned enough. The need for the site was over. Within a few hours, he would be gone from that town. With graduation over, Simon set his sights on destroying Melody. He already had the people lined up. All he needed to do was get her there. With his father sound asleep in the living room, it wasn't hard for him to steal it. Narrowing his eyes at the numerous text messages, they shared with one another. Knowing how his father was fucking her behind his mother's back. Not that he cared any longer. His once warm home was now nothing more than a cold dark hole he was eager to escape.

"Soon," Simon said to himself. Typing out a text message to Melody using his father's mannerisms. Telling her he needed her right now, that he needed to fuck her tight little pussy. Simon was smirking evilly as Melody replied instantly. Telling her to meet him at the Moonlight Motel. A few miles east of his home within an hour and to knock twice on the door to room 204. Picking his phone up, regardless of if they fuck her or not, he didn't care. All he cared about was vengeance. Sneaking his father's phone back before slipped out of his home. The engine of his rusted car roared as he sped towards the motel.

As the hour neared, Simon heard the two quick knocks. Putting his finger to his lips to keep the men he had hired to remain silent as they stood behind the wall of the small room that separated the bathroom from the main room. Staying behind the door as it inched open.

"Paul?! Why is it so dark in here? Are you being kinky again?" Melody asked, jumping as Simon slammed the door hard and switched on the overhead light. "Simon!" she squeaked in surprise.

"Were you expecting my father?" Simon asked hatefully. "God, you don't know how hard this was not to come out and call you a two-timing whore that you are," he sneered in disgust.

"Please, Simon! We can talk about this!"

"Don't fucking touch me! There is no telling what you have caught," Simon said, throwing his arms up as Melody reached for him. "Gentlemen!" he called out to the men he had hired.

"Simon?! What's going on?" Melody asked, fearful of the four brawny men as they filed in. Simon smiled wickedly, seeing the fear in her eyes.

"Oh, this?" Simon uttered, waving to the four men. He wasn't one to contrive Ra*e, yet Melody didn't need to know they were all gay. He just needed them to play the part. What happened after he's gone? Simon didn't care. "Since you don't fuck boys, only men with fat cocks," Simon said, echoing her words from that revealing day. "They're here to keep you company," he said, opening the door. "Oh, and Melody, we are so done!" Simon laughed maniacally at her stun frightened look.

"Mom! Dad! Simon!" Amy called out as she arrived home from college.

"Your brother hasn't been home all day, and your father had to rush off somewhere," Pamela said, walking out of her bedroom. Hugging her daughter warmly, watching the door handle turn as she peered over Amy's shoulder. "Paul? Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, apparently Simon lured Melody to a shady motel room and left her with four grown men. When I got there, they were trying to calm her down through the door. It seems Simon has known about us for a very long time," Paul sighed.

"Us? Explain the US?" Pamela asked, narrowing her eyes at her husband.

"Us," Paul said, pointing to them.

"Since when?" Pamela asked, arching an eyebrow.

"A week before Christmas," Paul said matter-of-factly.

"Oh my!" Amy said, her hand shot to her mouth. Now she knew why he was bending a rude little shit to them. Undoubtedly, Simon had seen his own father fucking his girlfriend. They jumped as an alarm went off from Simon's room. Filing into his bedroom, noting how his drawers had been thrown open, their contents empty of the clothes that lined those wooden drawers, and the lone laptop on his desk with a sticky note that read 'Play me.' Tentatively, Amy pressed the spacebar waking up the laptop, clicking on the play button.

"Hello, my treacherous incestuous family. If you're watching this, it means I'm gone. Nothing you can do will ever find me. You should have known I would have found out about your debauchery sooner or later. You should know you are the cause of what's coming. What? You ask? Amy, our grandmother, was heartbroken when I showed her what you did to her husband and your mother." Simon sneered, "Oh, how she screamed as she watched her two children fucking themselves. Oh, how Aunt Caroline howled, knowing her husband had never been faithful to her. I wonder if you all feel any remorse at the thought that YOU are the cause of all this heartache? And you, asshat was it not enough you been fucking mother and your daughter that you had to have my girlfriend! Does mother know you been fucking her behind her back, hmm?"

"I fucking knew it!" Pamela yelled, her fist pummeling her husband's face.

"Oh, the things I saw on his phone! Wouldn't you like to see them, mother?" Simon sneered again.

"Yes, god damn it!" Pamela yelled at the screen.

"Pamela..." Paul said, reaching for his wife. "The boy doesn't know what's he's talking about." His heart throbbed in his throat as Pamela's phone chirped.

"Get your ass out of my house right now. Before God help me, I mur*er your cheating ass!" Pamela growled demonically as she took in her fill of all of his text messages to and from Melody.

"Oh, before I leave, I have one last thing to tell you. I want you all to know you have become an Internet sensation. You have no idea how many people watched the videos I made of you all," Simon laughed maniacally.

The warm summer breeze flowed through Simon's hair as he looked back towards his once warm home. The bus doors squeaked as they opened, waiting for those raw recruits to step aboard. Smirking to himself, knowing by now they had found his video. Wondering what kind of fallout was approaching them. As the bus disappeared over the horizon heading towards the airport. Simon Dante Winters was never again seen in that town for six long years.
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