Incest/Taboo Broken

I awoke the next morning with a very odd coppery taste in my mouth. Unsure why that was or how I got to my bed last night, nor did I remember much of anything for that matter after coming home yesterday. Rubbing the heels of my hands on my eyes, trying to get the cobwebs out of my mind. Sighing as my alarm went off, foretelling me I had to work that day. Not that I minded, it got me out of the house and away from... my sister. That I do remember happening, everything else since entering my home, I couldn't figure out why my mind was having a hard time remembering last night. That was when I felt something coating my member.

Lifting my covers, arching an eyebrow when I could smell the hints of dried pussy on my cock. Okay, now that was fucking weird. If I had sex last night, wouldn't you think I remember it? If that was the case, why wasn't there a naked woman in my bed with me? None of this made any sense to me whatsoever. My hand slammed down onto my alarm clock, silencing it to keep Pauline from venturing into my room. That was the last thing I needed at the moment was to deal with her.

My hand rested against the tile wall of my shower as I leaned against it. My right ran along my face as the hot water soaked into my skin, hoping it would shake some of the memories loose from last night. Yet that was not the case, as I was still at a loss for what had transpired that evening. Shaking my head, knowing I would be late for work if I didn't get a move on. I had a weird feeling like someone was watching me as I shampooed my hair; when I was finished rinsing, peering around the shower curtain, no one was there. Given the steam in the bathroom, I couldn't be sure if there was a cold spot or not. Not that my breath came out in a fog like it did on Supernatural.

I really wished I had a salt shotgun at that moment. Don't you hate it when the monsters choose the worse time to attack you, i.e., the shower? After drying myself and wrapping my towel around my waist, I stood in stunned shock as a single message was written on my mirror. Deuteronomy 5:16. What the fuck was that supposed to mean?! How the hell did it even get there in the first place? I was sure I had been alone in my bathroom all through my shower. I was starting to get a little bit freaked out, if I'm being honest. Wiping my hand through the message, putting it out of my mind, I had more important things to do than to worry about some random message in my mirror.

I could hear something sizzling in the kitchen as I walked down the stairs in my normal attire I wore to work. I might be an engineer by trade, but I mainly just punch numbers for the most part. They didn't trust me out in the field with the more senor people at the plant, not that I minded. It kept me in a nice air-conditioned office and out of the hot sun. Plus, I sat at a desk for the better part of the day. What's not to like about that? The moment I walked into the kitchen; I noted something was off with Pauline; I just couldn't put my finger on it. She seemed rather happy for it being so damn early in the morning. It seemed... unnatural.

"Good morning, Jacob. I'll have your breakfast finished in just a minute." I noted the hum to her voice. It seemed familiar to me; I just couldn't place it. I didn't respond. Taking my normal seat at the table, I saw the cup of coffee waiting for me as I did. It was even sweetened how I liked it. That was rather creepy in and of itself. I heard the scraping of the pan and the light tapping of the utensil she was using against it. My eyes flickered up as the toast popped as she set the plate before me lined with scrambled eggs, sausage, and two hot slices of toast that she placed on it.

Feeling her placing a kiss on top of my head, wish she wouldn't do that before sliding the jar of apple jelly and butter toward me. Hearing the door of my refrigerator opening, the sound of the orange juice filling the glass filled my ears as I buttered my toast. I'm not to let my food go to waste, now, am I? I glanced out of the corner of my eye as Pauline took the seat next to me. She was wearing this rather happy look on her face, a look I couldn't place. If I had to guess, it was the look of someone who got fucked last night. Then I wondered who be crazy enough to do that in the first place.

"Some reason you're dressed?" I asked, scooping up my eggs with my fork.

"I was hoping you'd let me borrow the car today." My eyes glanced at her as I chewed, waiting on her to elaborate. "So, I can do the shopping for us, and... Emily and I need some female products, you understand. If you did, I was thinking of going after I drop you off at work."

"And why is Emily still asleep?" I was not fond of leaving her alone in my house. There was no telling what the two of them had planned. Even if she was my father's daughter, I still had no clue who she was as a person.

"She'll be fine for a few hours." I was not pleased with how she waved off my worry. "Since it's going to cost more to fix our car, you and I will just have to work out an arrangement going forward, at least when you have to work. Have no fear, son; I'm not about to leave you stranded at your job," Pauline spoke with a smile on her lips as she patted my hand. "Although, we are going to have to do something about that thing on the lid of your trunk."

"Over my dead body," I said heatedly. "I like it, and if you don't, I don't care. It stays." I had no idea why Pauline was getting so upset for.

"It's demonic, Jacob; it needs to go!"

"It's not demonic; it's a devil's trap. You know something to catch demons," I said, throwing up air quotations as if demons actually existed in the first place.

"What do you mean catch demons?! Are you a demonologist?" I arched an eyebrow wondering why the hell that would pique her interest.

"No," I drew out the word. The morning was already getting weird, and I had a feeling it was just going to get even weirder. "Whether or not you like how I decorate my property isn't my concern. If I find out that you've removed it, I will toss you and your daughter out on your ass. Am I clear?" I asked, rising to my feet. I was getting rather creeped out by the light I saw in Pauline's eyes. Remembering what Delph had said to me in her office yesterday. I really wish I could say why everything past the point of me taking a sip of my soda was a blank.

"Of course, Jacob, I would never remove something that protects us from the forces of the Morning Star." I turned my head, giving her a very odd look. It kind of reminds me of how some of the more zealous people around town talked when they were speaking about the Bible. "Don't forget your lunch, honey; it's in the fridge. I made it especially for you." I have no idea why that weirded me out, yet it did. "I'll be in the car waiting for you." Opening the door, I looked oddly at the container that held two Salisbury steak patties, green beans with fatback in it, and white and yellow corn. I had no idea how or when she made this. Although I'll admit, it would be a better meal than I normally got from the roach coach at lunch time.

I ignored the smile on Pauline's face as I slid into the driver's seat and placed the container between us while my briefcase was on the floorboard behind me. The 502 cubic inch V8 just purred to life when I turned it over. Have I told you I so love that car? You would, too, if you felt the rumble of the engine just traveling up your spine as it idled. Flipping on the lights since it was a few minutes before six, tossed the shifter into reverse and turned around in my rather large driveway. On the drive to work, my mind flashed back to the promise I had made to Delph to visit her tonight. How I was looking forward to making her scream out my name when I fuck her on my former bully's bed. What could be better than that when you're getting back at the person who broke your arm?

"I'll be here on the dot to pick you up, have a good day at work, honey," Pauline said through the opened window as she sat in the driver's seat after I had gotten my briefcase out of the back. I didn't say a word, just nodded; I had that feeling all over again as I watched her depart in my car.

"I really need to get her another one; like hell she's going to drive my baby forever," I muttered aloud, hearing the exhaust of my car rumbling away from me.

Once I got up to the office, I placed a piece of masking tape on the lid of my lunch. I'm sure some of you have had those types of people that just take whoever's lunch from the office fridge without a care of who it belongs to. A sneaky smile formed on my face when I put another piece of tape on it, which warned whomever that it might be that might steal my lunch that laxatives had been added. Not that there were any in it, I just thought it would be amusing. Once my lunch was stored, I set about getting to work. It was around ten o'clock when a text came to my phone.

"We are still on for tonight, yes?" I knew instantly who it was from.

"Definitely."

"Good, I can't wait to cum on that tongue again. I get off at seven; come by the house say eight?"

"Sounds good," I sent back. I felt my cock awakening as Delph sent a picture of her wet pussy from one of the stalls of the women's bathroom at her practice.

"Just so you know what's waiting for you tonight."

"Like I could forget the sight of that tasty little thing."

"Mmm, God, it just got wetter. Wish you were here and would bend me over my desk and fuck me like a slut I am for you."

"Oh, you're going to get your wish tonight," I responded, quickly putting my phone away as I heard someone approaching my cubical.

"Jacob?" I heard the sound of my boss' voice from behind me.

"Yes, Mrs. Bell, what can I do for you?" I asked, turning in my seat to face her.

"There's some trouble down at the plant, and since you haven't been out in the field much. I thought it was time to get you a little hands-on experience. It will look good on your evaluation coming up soon."

"Sure; when do you want me to go?" I asked, trying not to notice my boss' form-fitting attire. Something she rarely wore to the office. I wondered what was happening in her home life for her to act so out of character. It wasn't lost on me that her wedding ring was still missing from her left hand.

"Say ten minutes, I'll be joining you, so I'll meet you down in the lobby then." My heart was racing, knowing my work would be under close observation.

"Umm... Mrs. Bell, I'm going to need to sign out one of the company cars since mine is unavailable at the moment," I said; I didn't know if I liked how she was smiling at that news.

"No worries, Jacob. We'll take mine; no sense in taking two cars there. We'll be back before lunch. It's nothing too major, just something so we can show the higher-ups you're worthy of that promotion." I couldn't help it; it's a male instinct, so sue me; as my eyes glanced down when she turned to walk back to her office, I noticed the lack of panty lines. That wasn't all. it was how well that skirt of hers was showing off her ass. I wondered just what her husband had done to cause her to put out the signals that she was on the prowl. For an older woman, she was rather... enticing, if you know what I mean. I've often heard men around the office talking about her and what they would do to her if they ever got the chance. All in jest, of course, just like how the women talk about the men, at least the more attractive men, not me; I'm just average.

So there I was, standing out in the lobby, waiting for my boss to come down. Double-checking if I had everything I needed since I normally didn't go out to the plant that was a few miles west of the office building. Due to the attacks, more so of the cyber kind, the owners thought it best to keep us separated from the main plant in case something happened. This way, the people who could fix it wouldn't be caught in the blast or accident of some kind. I'm not the nuclear kind of engineer, I'm more of the structural kind. Not that I would mind the pay bump being one of them. Still, my job pays me well enough, so I can't complain.

Maybe I'll go back to school one day and get my degree in that form of engineering. Turning my head as my thoughts were meandering around my mind as I heard the ding of the elevator The way my boss was walking it felt like, at least to me, she had something to prove. That she was still attractive enough to get the attention of men, or I could be completely wrong, and my pervy mind was just seeing things that weren't there. It's been known to happen. Nonetheless, I did try; I swear I did try not to notice how her hips swayed, the way her breasts moved beneath her shirt. It wasn't the first time I asked myself what her husband had done that would cause her to alert the men of the world that she was seeking validation. For what? I couldn't say. Not that it stopped me from slyly checking out my boss. I mean, come on, I'm a dude. A horny twenty-four-year-old guy. What man my age isn't thinking about sex twenty hours a day?

"Do you have everything?" Mrs. Bell asked of me once she reached my side.

"I do," I nodded.

"Good; boiler 3 is offline at the moment, so let's see if you can solve the problem with the steam pressure." I have to say the smile she flashed me did boost my confidence. "Come, my car is this way," Mrs. Bell stated, gesturing towards the eastern end of the parking lot. "You know you can call me Angie." Her sweet tone had something more to it than just being friendly.

"So, Angie, what exactly is the problem with boiler 3?" I asked, trying to keep it professional while on company property.

"There's a pressure drop in the feed lines to the turbines and our technicians can't seem to find the source. So, we're going to the plant to see if we can find the cause of the problem, or at least find a bypass to get the boiler up and running again at full power."

"Where exactly in the feed lines?" I inquired as she pulled her car keys out of her purse and unlocked her doors.

"I don't know; we'll see when we get there." I took a dry swallow when my eyes dipped low, seeing how her skirt rode up and showed off the top of her white stockings; I quickly looked away when I noticed the clip of her garter belt. I have to admit her legs were stunning. Then, of course, given my horny state at the time, due to Delph's text, the thought of them wrapped around me did pop into my mind. I just hoped that Angie didn't notice my growing erection. I really didn't need to have a talk with HR.

So didn't need perving out on my boss added to my employment file. The moment I looked up after buckling myself in, I caught how Angie's gaze lingered on my groin before her eyes moved up my body. "Do you still think I'm stunning, Jacob?" Angie asked, wearing this rather seductive smile on her painted lips. "Does the sight of my thighs get something... excited?" I'd be a liar if I said that little sexy tone of hers didn't get my member standing at attention. "Would you like to see what's underneath my skirt?" My eyes glanced down as she lifted the hem of it, then up, when I heard the sucking of her lip; her eyes were intently staring at my cock as it moved in my pants. "Would you taste this married woman's pussy?" she asked of me. Do you honestly think I'm going to say no to that?

"Angie? I don't know if this would be a good..."

"If you're worried about my husband, don't be. I have that man locked in a cock cage; he'll be no threat to you since I literally hold his balls in my hand."

"So, the absence of your ring was because he stepped out on you?" I asked, just for verification.

"I caught him fucking our seventeen-year-old babysitter." I saw the hurt, the pain, the betrayal in her eyes. "So, it was either live by my rule and my rule alone, or I'd call the cops and have him arrested for statutory Ra*e. I'll let you figure out what he chose." Watching how her eyes lit up when I placed my hand on her knee.

"And this?" I asked, gesturing to their office building.

"I'm not looking for a relationship, Jacob." she reached up, softly placed her hand over mine, and gradually pulled it along her thigh, feeling how silky her stocking was beneath my touch, "Just good, wholesome, body-numbing sex with you. What do you say, Jacob? Do you want to fuck me?" Angie asked, sucking in a breath; her body crawled up her seat as her feet pushed against the floorboard of her car. Her hand shot down, taking hold of mine as my fingers had her thighs trembling, yet their resonating vibrations were building to an explosive quake.

"I take it it's been some time since a man's been between your legs?" I asked, watching her reactions as I was teasing the hell out of her labia. Hey, if this was all a setup to entrap me in some scheme, you better be damn sure I'm going to enjoy myself before the curtain came down.

"Yes," Angie answered in this gradual, rumbling, broken moan as I watched as she fought back from exploding on my hand while teasing her clit. Then a thought crossed my mind if we were sampling each other's goods... Observing how her eyes cut to mine when I took hold of her hand and brought it over to my lap.

"The question, Angie, is, can you handle this hard cock making this pussy all nice and creamy?" I asked in a sinful tone, feeling her fingers wrapping around my tool.

"I'll answer you off of company grounds," Angie replied, starting up her car without removing my hand from between her legs.

After a fingering and a blowjob, Angie and I arrived at the power plant. Currently, I'm trying to figure out why there's a drastic drop in pressure with absolutely no signs of a leak. With that amount of steam, given the temp and pressure, the leak would have made itself known by now. While Angie was off talking to the big wigs, the owners, and the head people who oversaw the plant. I was over by the table where all the blueprints of every section of Boiler 3 were laid out on. Although the thought did cross my mind if they could smell my cum on my boss' breath, if for just a moment before something caught my eye. I wasn't ignorant about the history of the plant before I came to work at it. I knew it was a coal fire plant back in the twenties before it shut down in the fifties when the plant underwent a massive overhaul to be turned into a nuclear one, given the rage at the time. The blueprint wasn't for anything important, i.e., for the steam lines, yet it did give me an idea.

"Mrs. Bell," I whispered, trying to get my boss' attention while they were clustered around a table, listening to how their battle plan meeting turned into a 'shooting the shit' kind of conversation while pretending to look important.

"Yes, Jacob, what's the matter?" Angie asked once she had stepped away from the table.

"Do they store the blueprints from the twenties of the old boiler steam lines here?" I spoke, seeing the startlement of surprise on my boss' face.

"And why do you need to look at those?" I felt her fishing for my reasoning to suss out if it was sound or not.

"Since the robot didn't see any holes in the pipe, the men sent it down to check the line, there has to be a valve loose or a gasket of some kind rotted away, and that is what's causing the leak. I was thinking the people who ran this place back then, given the times, didn't exactly follow building code back then, so they might have cut corners and used the old twenties pipes that aren't rated to handle this kind of pressure," I said, stating my case. My eyes glanced over my boss' left shoulder as the plant manager pulled out his phone. Once we had the overall layout of the '20s steam lines, it didn't take Angie or me long to figure out where they should start looking. They found the faulty pipe when the main owner's foot broke the asphalt.

"You okay, sir?" I asked, helping him back to firmer ground when my instincts just took over when I saw his right side drop. Hearing the plant manager on his radio calling for the safety crews to seal off the corridor we were in, and to also block the other two corridors since they were going to replace all three lines to be on the safe side.

"Yes, thank you, young man."

Returning the nod the man gave me when I pulled my hands away. Noticing the sickened look on his face when he knew, given the depth that turned out to be five feet, he would have broken a leg or two.

"You know, boss," I leaned into Angie as we watched the safety crew cordon off the sink hole and the entrance ways through the corridor. "If they cut corners here, I wonder what else they did." I noted how the big heads were staring at me when I said that. Then saw how they huddled together. Seeing the smirk my boss shot me, then the look that told me she was so going to fuck the shit out of me once we left the plant. Something I'll admit I was really looking forward to. I mean, what guy hasn't thought about fucking his hot female boss before?

"Mrs. Bell will you and your associate join us in the main building, so we can get out of these good people's way?" the owner asked, turning around to face us, watching how he buttoned the top button of his jacket. "In light of what just happened here, we would be foolish to not address this issue immediately."

"Of course, sir, we'd be happy to join you," Angie said; I noted the pleased smile on my boss' face when she said that. Not that I could blame her; after all, this was the big boss; who doesn't like impressing the big boss? I carefully appeared not to be listening as my boss was talking to the other higher-ups as we headed back to the main building, where most of the plant personnel could be found on any given day. I was surprised that Angie and the other big wigs wanted my input given I'm just a junior engineer. Given that it was the old steam lines that were causing the problem or problems in the future. I had asked if the old layout of the lines could be transferred to a clear sheet of plastic so we could overlay it over the current ones we were using to see which pipes would need to be replaced. It took a bit, but we were able to suss out ten different junctions that the contractor that was used had cut corners to save money; I had a suspicion the man in charge of the construction pocketed that money, but that's neither here nor there given the man was likely dead by now.

"This is troubling to hear and see. When I took over for my father, I thought this place was state-of-the-art when he had the reactor installed. Not too badmouth my father; it seems he was a tad too trusting of the people in charge of the construction. First and foremost, Michael, I want those lines changed out if they are where they say they are. I don't doubt you, young man," I nodded my understanding when he looked at me, "then I want a thorough inspection of all systems, no matter how small it is or how expensive it will be, and I can guess it will be expensive. But I want this plant up to code," the man said, stabbing his finger into the table's surface. "I don't want to be woken up in the middle of the night saying we have a disaster here when it could be avoided. We don't need another Three-mile island or Chernobyl on our hands. If you have to take the reactors offline, you inform us so our customers aren't affected by power outages. If we have too, we'll bring in the energy we need until we can get this plant squared away. Mrs. Bell, I would like you and your associate... forgive my rudeness; what was your name again?"

"Jacob Hollister, Mr. Dolittle," I supplied.

"That you and Mr. Hollister here over see the planning and construction."

"Sir, I'm sure some of our more senior engineers would be a better fit for this task than Mr. Hollister," said one of the big heads. Not that I minded, really, I knew if I worked on the project, it would just put me under their gaze far too often. I tended to like being in the background. You get to do so many things when everyone is ignoring you.

"And was it one of these senior engineers that caught this problem?" Mr. Dolittle asked with this rather pointed look. "If they were as good as they claim they are at having said title, then why wasn't this problem addressed years ago? No, either they didn't think about it, which this JUNIOR engineer did, or they are very bad at their jobs. I'm inclined to lean towards the first one. In any case, this young man might have saved us millions, if not billions, of dollars by catching this error now instead of when something major happened, and the devastation could have been a lot worse than a simple sink hole. What say you, Mr. Hollister?"

"I will do my best, sir," I nodded, feeling rather small at that moment with all their eyes on me.

"Good," Mr. Dolittle said in a firm tone. "Mrs. Bell, you and Mr. Hollister here will work with Michael. Let's focus on the major issues first, things that would endanger the plant, then we'll fix these minor things these fools back in the fifties thought to leave behind."

I kept my amusement hidden when we returned to the office, just a few minutes before lunch, as I watched Angie try to hide her staggered gait from all our coworkers. I did, after all, ring her bell a few times. With the amount of moaning and screaming she was doing in the back of her car since she couldn't wait any longer to get the dick she wanted. She had taken me to this rather private spot in the natural reserve a few miles from the plant. Couldn't believe how tight that woman was; then again, if her husband hadn't been fucking her, I could see why she was. Although, I knew I was going to enjoy my future lunch hours given how that would be when she fulfills her needs.

I'll admit the lunch Pauline had made for me was very good. Not that I would ever tell her that, but it was damn good. I know the smell of it caught quite a few gazes once it came hot out of the microwave. While I wasn't a fan of the choice of disposable silverware, given how easy they tended to break, yet seeing how I forgot to bring any with me this morning, I made do. I was surprised to find out the patties weren't like the kind you normally find in TV dinners, nor did they have any semblance of hamburger meat. No. What I was tasting at that moment was freshly grounded steak turned into hamburger patties for the meal, given the size of the main portion of the Tupperware container.

I did feel kind of like king of the table at that moment when I took note of my co-workers' meals they had brought to work that day. After I had speared every bean and plucked every niblet, you don't eat the fatback; it was just there for flavoring. Ensured that I ate every bit of that steak; like I was going to pass up my own steak? Drained the last of my soda I had bought from the vending machine, tossing it away before I washed out the container and stored it on my desk out of the way once I had returned to it. The rest of the day was spent walking between my desk and Angie's office as we started laying out the work that needed to be done immediately and plans for the future.

When three o'clock hit and the second shift started to roll in, I gathered my things. Made sure my desk, which I share with two other guys, was completely clear. I don't do things on it when I know they both snoop through it on their shifts. Smiling at one of my co-workers when he joked about making extra for him for tomorrow's lunch as I was heading for the exit. When I left my office building, I was not expecting to see Pauline leaning against the side of my car, nor was I expecting to see Emily just resting her chin on her forearms as she rested on the door while a happy smile on her face. That wasn't something unusual; no, it was the fact that Pauline was wearing what I can only equate to a woman from the fifties would wear; it kind of gave me that creepy 'Stepford Wife' feel, especially with how her hands were folded out before her, and the way she was looking at me.

"Hello, Jacob; I hope your day was good," Pauline said in this sweet tone of voice. I had no idea why it appeared she prettied herself up just to bring my car to me for my ride home. Then I noted how her eyes dropped to the Tupperware dish in my left hand. "Did you enjoy your lunch?" I heard the hope in her voice. I pondered on what I should say to that and how she would take it when I did.

"Here, let me take those from you," Emily said, holding out her hands to me. Reluctantly handing the container and my briefcase to her seeing how I noticed how I was getting looks from my co-workers.

"Yeah," I answered, handing my stuff to Emily.

"Good, I'm glad," Pauline muttered, flashing me this smile I hadn't seen since I was six. "Here, I know how you want to drive home," she said, holding my keys out to me. My attention dropped to my hands when the way Emily touched the back of my hands; it didn't feel like something a sister should do, or I could totally be reading too much into it, given the weirdness about it.

"Jacob?" Pauline's voice filled the cab of my Impala as I slid into the driver's seat.

"Hmm?"

"Would you mind if we go to Kent's Diner for supper?" Pauline asked. I found the touch on my thigh a little bit odd; if you're thinking, why didn't I remove it then? I did; she just moved it back?! "I think it will be good for us to have family dinners together, at least until Emily goes in for her treatment. Plus, the best way for the two of you to grow closer as brother and sister is over food." I arched an eyebrow at her stern nod.

"Can we, Jacob?" Emily's pleading tone caused me to turn in my seat. "I really liked that milkshake; maybe we can see the horses after."

"Alright," I replied in a deadpan voice. Knowing this would give me plenty of time to get ready to head to Delph's place. I wasn't planning on missing out on that. Feeling at ease at the purr of that V8 when it turned over.

"Buckle up, honey," Pauline said n this motherly voice when I shifted into gear and slowly pulled away from the curb. Pointing my car towards my hometown, sinking into the seat as I cruised down the road towards the interstate.

After the meal at Kent's, I stopped at the gas station to fill up my car due to the constant driving my car has seen ever since they had shown themselves at my place. I was leaning against the side of my car as I was fueling up, watching the price going up and up, knowing it took a lot to get that 502 engine moving. Plus, I didn't want to run out of gas when I went over to Delph's in the next two hours. Turning my head as Emily stuck her head out the open rear driver-side window, resting her forearms along the top of the door as she did.

"Jacob?" Emily's soft voice filled the air as she stuck her head out the window.

"Hmm?" I hummed, noting how the price was now over forty dollars, and still, it hadn't stopped.

"Would you allow me to get my own cell phone so I can call and text you when I'm in the hospital?" Emily asked in this submissive tone that rightly unnerved me. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against those that are into that kind of lifestyle, yet that just wasn't me.

"And why do you need your own phone?" I asked, looking down at her. Her brown hair dangled down the right side of her face, something she had inherited from our mother while I took after my father. Something I'm proud of, even if my father took his own life when I was extremely young. I have no idea why those brown eyes, something else she got from our mother as hard as that was to believe, had a pouty look in them when I asked that question.

"So I can talk to you," Emily said in this rather small, cute voice. Don't tell anyone I said that; otherwise, I would never hear the end of it. "I've never been away from Mom for a day, much less alone a whole month. I'm a little scared to stay isolated for that long," she spoke in a weak voice.

"Ah, I'll see what I can do," I muttered, a little unnerved by the smile Emily flashed me when I said that. I still couldn't figure out why my body was so on edge around them. I mean, I wasn't before; sure, I was a little bit annoyed with them being in my house but never on edge. The hours I was at work kind of put it out of my mind until then. I didn't even really have to buy a new phone since I still had my grandmother's iPhone. I had deactivated it after her funeral, and it wouldn't take much to have it reactivated.

"Thank you, brother," Emily said in this happy, chipper tone. I could see the delight in her eyes when she said that word. Well, I wouldn't want to be Roy's kid either, after what I heard about the man.

I scowled when the final price for filling up my car was sixty dollars. Not a price I want to constantly be paying. But I can't do anything about that. So, like everyone else, I just have to suck it up and hope the prices drop soon. Otherwise, my outings will be few and far between. Have I said how I love the rumble of the engine? Well, I do! Who doesn't like the feel of a big block V8 just tickling your spine? Anywho, as I was sitting at the exit to turn on the road that led to my house, which was a little over ten miles away from the gas station we were at. I turned my head when Pauline asked me a really stupid question.

"What?" I asked, sure that I had heard her wrong.

"I asked: will you be joining us for church tomorrow?" Pauline repeated as she gazed at me.

"No, I have to work; even if I didn't, I wouldn't be joining you anyway," I stated as I pulled out onto the road. Kansas' 'Dust in the wind' played over the radio as we cruised for home.

"I don't like you working on the sabbath," Pauline huffed, crossing her arms.

"Tough," I replied.

"The man of the house should be seen with us at church," Pauline said in a tone that took me aback for a minute as we sat at a red light.

"You'll be moving out when she's better, so I don't see why you need the man of the house with you," I stated, trying to throw her off her game or whatever was going through her mind at that moment. I was not expecting to see the shocked look in Pauline's eyes when I said that.

"Jacob, I know we have a lot to work out, but we are not moving out," Pauline said; I arched an eyebrow at that. I was going to say something to it until the car behind me honked its horn when the light turned green. "You need a woman in your life, and who better to be that than your family," she spoke in this tone that had me clearly weirded out. "After all, as the good book states, the mother shall kneel before the man, giving her body to open her son's eyes to the light of God. It's okay that you can't understand that right now, but soon you will," she spoke in this tone that said it would come true.

"Yeah, like that's ever going to happen," I muttered to myself. I didn't want to get into a fight, not when I was about to leave in a few hours to make Delph moan to the heavens like she did the first time I was there. I was thankful that Pauline didn't bring up that weird cult shit, at least it sounded like some weird cult shit to me, for the rest of the ride to my house. Upon arriving home, after parking in my normal spot, grabbing my briefcase and the Tupperware container from the back, where they rested on the floor board behind my seat. I found it odd that they hadn't moved from their spots by my car. Which I have to say was bloody odd if you ask me. I was a little unnerved when Pauline took the container from me; it wasn't the act itself that unnerved me; it was the look she gave me before she entered the kitchen. Shaking it off, I had more important things to focus on at the moment than Pauline's odd behavior.

Emily

"Mom?" I spoke softly as I entered my brother's kitchen, hoping that soon this would come to feel like a home for all of us. I knew Jacob already saw it as his home, yet I've never had my own bed, my own room, my own things that I didn't have to hide because who I thought was my father was very, very controlling.

"What is it, honey?" I watched as my mother washed out the container that held Jacob's lunch that I had helped to make for him.

"I don't think he remembers what happened last night," I said, hearing the shower going upstairs. While the house was old and creaked like crazy, but for the first time, I didn't have to fear the man I thought was my father molesting me in my sleep.

"I know; it does seem like he doesn't." I watched how she nodded in agreement.

"What are we going to do?" I asked; I was really worried about my brother... how that word just brought so much happiness to me now that I really knew the truth. Jacob wasn't my half-brother or my nephew but my actual full-blood brother. How I wished I could have known my father and not the man that claimed that title.

"Don't worry, honey, I'll speak with the head priest tomorrow when we go for services after I take your brother to work in the morning," my mother said with a warm smile on her lips as she peered at me. I knew ever since we got the news yesterday about the DNA results for the transplant that my mother has been so elated to know that Billy, my dad, had given her one last gift. I did feel for Jacob. I didn't want Billy to die, but I couldn't change what had already happened before I was even born. I just hope that now that we all knew the truth and that we were all related that Jacob would come to see me as his sister and not as an interloper in his home. Something I completely understood after being alone with only our grandmother for the past eighteen years.

"Do you think we gave him too much last night?" I asked; while I didn't like the idea of using it on Jacob, I could see my mother's point that without it Jacob wouldn't have done what we needed him to last night.

"I think so." I saw my mother nod as she got out a pan to start making Jacob's lunch for tomorrow. "Want to help, sweetie?" Did my mother really have to ask? Of course, I did. It was my place and my mother's to ensure that Jacob, who was the breadwinner, had a healthy, nutritious meal. We just didn't make a meal just for him; we made enough for lunch for ourselves as well. Not that I minded, I haven't eaten so well in my life since coming here. There we were, laughing and joking around as my mother made Jacob's lunch for tomorrow, which turned out to be a pork roast. Which I had never really had before, and I was really eager to try it. Roy, I wasn't going to ever call him dad again; he had a stranglehold on what we could eat.

Some days I thought we were going to starve, given how hungry I was a few times in my youth. Now, I don't ever have to worry about that anymore. Not with Jacob, a man I really wanted to have christen my altar in his seed of life, as the good book states. Then I heard the shower stop, wondering if Jacob was going to come down and spend time with us. I hoped. However, when I heard shoes on the stairs, something I thought and knew he wouldn't wear if he was staying in, my mood soured knowing he was going out. I followed after my mother as she neared the doorway closest to the stairs. "Jacob, where are you going? It's getting late, and you have to work in the morning." I heard my mother say as I stood behind her.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and my jealousy rose when I caught the scent of the cologne he had worn a few weeks ago when I knew he had fornicated with another woman. Why did my brother have to seek out other women when all he had to do was ask us to take care of his needs? I would gladly take his rod of man into my mouth any time he wanted it sucked. No questions asked. It was what the good book stated that the women of the family should do to ease the stress that the man of the house was under.

"Out." I really didn't like the tone he used when he talked to our mother. I understand his anger, I would be too, yet can't he understand she had no choice once Roy had us far away from everyone and isolated? Why can't he just accept us? Were we so bad that he had to seek his relief elsewhere? I could tell my mother was not pleased with that as the front door closed behind Jacob.

"Emily?" I heard the strain in my mother's voice. I knew ever since last night and the way my mother's sex filled the kitchen and the contentment I saw on her face when she eased Jacob's cock into her that she wanted more. Not that I can blame her; if I wasn't infected with this thing that was killing me, I, too, would be painting my brother's cock in my pussy juice. How I couldn't wait for the day that I could finally feel what it was like to have a man inside of me. I knew as I approached my eighteenth birthday that Roy wanted that very thing, given how he would leer at me when my mother wasn't looking. I felt so soiled whenever he did that. Maybe, subconsciously I knew he wasn't the real man of the house, that Roy was only pretending to be.

"Yes, Mom?" I answered like a good, obedient daughter like the Bible said I should be.

"I believe the Enochians deceived us last night. It might take more than just our faith to cleanse your brother of this need to fornicate with other women." In this, I couldn't deny what my mother said was true. I do believe we were lied to when we were performing the exorcism on Jacob while my mother was riding him. As she recited the words and made Jacob cum inside of her two more times. I knew how she loved it, too, given the joy on her face when Jacob unloaded into her. Other than the drug I had slipped into his drink to make Jacob more compliant, I had added one of those male erection pills I'd only heard about in whispers when we used to live with Roy. All given to us by the church, of course. They, too, thought, seeing how Jacob was the last male within our immediate family, that he should be taking care of our needs like we would gladly do for him.

"I believe so too, Mom," I said, following her back to the stove where our lunch and Jacob's were simmering away. "What are we going to do?"

"Hmm... I can't say, honey. Battling The Deluge and The Enochians is something I'm not prepared for, not like those that have done so and were taught to do. We'll talk to the head priest about it tomorrow before service," my mother said as she hugged me to her like she's done my whole life. I've always felt so safe when she did that, and I knew she took a lot of beatings from Roy to spare me from his anger. I began to wonder when we would get the call from Dr. Shaw about when I was meant to go into the hospital for my month-long stay. I knew my mother would be there every day with me just so I wouldn't be alone, or as alone as I would feel given the clean room I'd be placed in with what I found out on the internet from watching Jacob use it on his phone when he thought I wasn't looking.

I just hoped Jacob would pay me a visit when he wasn't working. Once the roast was done and the sides for it cooked, my mother made sure to give Jacob the crusty ends of the roast and two extra slices just encase he was extra hungry, along with filling one side of his Tupperware dish with the mashed potatoes I had helped her to make and a side of Cole slaw. Something my mother told me that her mother, my grandmother, would always make with it before her untimely death. Once everything was stored away in the refrigerator, we headed off towards the living room to partake in this 'Netflix' I've come to greatly enjoy watching. I mean, come on, aliens! Along with all that probing they do! I just wish Jacob would probe me just a little bit. Wondering when Jacob would get home as the TV came on.​