Incest/Taboo Keep It in the Family

I walked back to my room, my head spinning. This event wasn't turning out to be the way I'd anticipated at all. I'd expected -- hoped, even -- to get fucked many times over, but not to have been paraded around the town naked, nor to discover I had another aunt, a half-brother and a kind of half-sister, and a half-niece and half-nephew from their incestuous union.

Reconciling myself to the new family members had led to some brutal fucking with them, but also the most tender love-making I could ever remember with my father, which hopefully had made peace with Mom as well. My pussy was aching, and now my brain was struggling to make sense of the meeting with the two young Japanese-looking family members who claimed they were my great-aunt and uncle.

When I got to the room, neither Charlie nor Chrissy were there, so I decided I'd have a nice long soak in the double-sized whirlpool bath. I let it fill up, adding scented oil while I cleaned myself up, especially the inside of my vagina which had taken strapons that had previously been up my and my half-brother's assholes. Then I got into the warm, aromatic water and just lay back, letting my mind play back what had happened in the last twenty-four hours, and speculating how I could possibly have Japanese relations.

The water really worked to relax me, and I felt the ache between my legs recede. I was half asleep when I heard someone come in. I opened my eyes, and saw my pregnant twin sister standing naked, watching me, a line of spunk running down one leg from her pussy.

"Hi Chrissy. I see you've been having a good time."

"Yeah, I've been with Jade. It's amazing how many men love fucking a pregnant woman, so I'm a bit worn out. That bath looks lovely -- mind if I join you?"

She stepped in, and sat down at the other end of the bath, our legs intermingled in the middle, then we both bent forwards and kissed.

"Have you noticed, Suz, how much time Chloe and Lucy have been spending with Jude and Jason? Your girls were in demand, but I'm not sure how many men have fucked them other than my sons."

"Hmm, now you come to mention it, I recognise what you're saying. I wonder if they are two pairs, or whether they treat each other's twin as interchangeable?"

"Who knows, Sis. Shame that Charlie didn't have a twin, eh? We could have made a foursome. I also gather that Luke and Bjorn had a bit of a rough time with the S&M crowd. Apparently, they tried to be all macho so they never actually used the safe word, but they got more than they bargained for. It's so funny, seeing how gingerly they have to sit down. Anyway, Susan, what have you been up to since you upset Mom and Dad so much last night? I couldn't believe you'd be such a drama queen because Dad was unfaithful just the once."

We sat in the warm water, occasionally tickling each other's pussies with our toes, or touching each other's breasts with our fingers, as I told Chrissy everything that had happened.

"Did I really try to get the better of you all the time when we were kids, Chris? I'd forgotten all about that doll until I thought about letting Dad punish me for being, as you put it, a drama queen."

"Well, you did, Suz, but I did as well. Anyway, I got the doll I really wanted in the end, and you ended up without one, so I was happy."

"What do you mean, Chris?"

"Well, I never really wanted the doll you destroyed. I wanted the other one, but I knew if I told Mom I wanted the other one, then you'd go after it. And you did, of course. And it was so funny watching Dad spank you and then you farting!"

"You fucking cunt, Christine. And you've got my husband's baby in your belly. Still, I do love you. We're such stupid sluts, aren't we?"

"I love you too, Susan -- and it's our baby, remember, not mine," she replied, then we moved together for a hug and a kiss that we made linger for ages, before we got dressed, and headed off our separate ways.

"I'm going to get Dad to make love to me tonight, Susan" Chrissy said. "I want him and Mom to know that this daughter doesn't have to have a falling out with them to let them make love to me. Not like someone I know."

Bitch, but she did have a smile on her face, and I went to find Jade and Tony, to meet up with the young Japanese couple who said they were my great aunt and uncle.

When we got to the room number we had been given, and had knocked and been invited in, we found it was nothing like a normal hotel room. It must have been designed as somewhere for special events. At one end there were a couple of beds within some sort of complicated metal framework. Much of the rest of the room was full of what looked like computer and video gear, but there was a table laid out at one end with sushi, sashimi, different sorts of tempura, little bowls of rice, and a series of other Japanese delicacies.

Apart from the computer equipment and food, the room was full of women and men, who all looked Japanese to me. Most of which were young, and while I knew that the family were careful to ensure that everyone was of legal age, but many looked as if they were only just, nor had I seen so many young Orientals earlier in the event. Tony was fascinated by the equipment, of course, but I was just baffled until an older Japanese man came up to speak to us, with the original younger couple next to him.

"Konichiwa" he said, bowing to us. "Thank you for coming. You must be wondering what this is all about? The invitation was designed to intrigue and make sure you came. We're all part of an odd offshoot to the family. Let's grab some food, then sit down, and I'll explain the history."

Luckily all of us loved Japanese food. I was surprisingly hungry, and took a good plateful of what was on offer before sitting down in a group of soft chairs with the others.

"Many years ago, Susan, your great uncle Ebenezer married a Japanese woman, who he met on a trip to San Francisco, where, as you know a lot of Chinese and Japanese had move to, often as part of the Californian Gold Rush. They had two children, a boy and a girl, who were fraternal twins. This wasn't a problem until Pearl Harbour, and then of course, the woman and her children had to be hidden away, else they were going to be interned.

"At that time, another great uncle of yours, Michael, who was a lot younger - just turned eighteen actually - was called up for the Navy. Now, I don't know quite whose bright idea it was, but someone must have decided that given the significant chance he would die in the war, he probably should lose his virginity in the normal family way before he went. Was it some sort of revenge, just availability, or the lure of the unusual, because the woman he ended up fucking was Ebenezer's half-Japanese daughter? Or some say it was that the twins wanted a family with each other, but had been persuaded of the dangers of it, especially because if there were any problems with the baby, being part Japanese, it might not get all of the treatment it deserved.

"Anyway, whatever the reason, and whatever the intent, the girl fell pregnant, and had a son. On the family tree, this son, who everyone calls Mike rather than his proper Japanese name, is at the same level as your father. He's over there, by the way, looking after the video equipment. Now Mike, having survived the war, decided that this branch of the family should have been properly Japanese, so he finds a Japanese woman to marry, Suki, also over there with him.

"Now they had two children. One of them is me, Shuji, and the other was Ichiko, my sister, who is also over with my parents. Ichiko and I tried to have children ourselves, hoping to keep the racial character intact, even though we knew it was risky. It turned out that we were unlucky. One baby was stillborn, and the other survived just a few months. We were devastated. It was clear to us then that we had too many bad genes in common, and that we'd have to revert to family tradition.

"We decided we needed to move away from close genetics, but Mom and Dad were still reluctant to dilute our Japanese character, and in the end, they persuaded one of Grandma Masako's uncles to father our children. He was the youngest of the big family, much younger than Masako's father, who was the eldest. Even so, he must have been over ninety. But he lived on one of the small Japanese islands, where there's a history of people living extremely long lives.

"His wife had died, and I think the idea of sex with a woman in her prime appealed to him, and fortunately he was still fertile -- we had tests done first, of course. He died not long afterwards, as did Ebenezer and Masako themselves, but at least he could go to his grave remembering fucking Ichiko over and over, until she became pregnant. What was even better was that she gave birth to twins, a girl and a boy, which precisely made up for the boy and girl of our own that had died.

"Look, Shuji, this is all very interesting, but where's all this stuff going?" Jade asked, obviously a bit fed up with all of this history.

"Well, nowhere, Jade, except that as the Family Historians, I thought Susan and Tony would be interested, and I wanted to explain what Reika and Hiroshi said to you, Susan. Their father was their great great uncle, and equivalent to your own great great uncles, so you could say they are your great uncle and great aunt. It's just their sense of humour."

From what I'd seen of Japanese television shows, the national sense of humour seemed to be based and who could last longest sitting in ice water, or staying in a box of snakes, and this didn't do anything to change my opinion. Jade wasn't impressed either.

"Fine, but I came here expecting a good fuck. Are you going to disappoint me?" she asked, reaching over to grab one of Reika's tits through her gaping robe.

Actually, I had been fascinated by the family history, but I was beginning to feel the same way. Even Tony must have been feeling the same thing, as he was staring across the room at one of the youngest females who had bent over to tidy up a nest of wires under one of the desks. She either had remarkably accurately flesh-coloured panties on, or a tiny lipped, fully shaven slit that she was revealing to us as the robe of the type we were all wearing rode up over her ass.

I was pretty sure that one or two of the Japanese men had fucked me as part of the induction, but I couldn't remember them in detail, and would be happy to have my memory refreshed. More than that, though, I'd never eaten out a Japanese pussy, and I was dying to find out what one would taste like. Surely, with all the raw fish they ate, their vaginas would taste fishier than most Westeners? Not that I'd mind; I loved fish. The pussy Tony and I were looking at would do fine, but so would any of the others.

"Hai, hai," Shuji said, "but perhaps not quite how you imagine. You know how much investment is going into artificial intelligence, AI, for example in self-driving cars, and trying to make intelligent robots? Yes? Well we are the owners of the leading US company working on producing intelligent sex robots. Most of the people you see weren't family, but of course, we in the family have fucked them all, so they might as well be now, as Alex told us.

"Our plan is to launch a range of droids which will not just feel like a human, but be able to engage in intelligent conversation. We'd like you to be the model for our MILF model, Susan, and you our pregnant model, Jade. We know that there is a huge demand for both of these."

I noticed that he hadn't said anything about Tony, whose slim body and nerdy appearance I doubted would be quite as popular, and I wondered if Shuji had got my sons confused, because I could imagine Michael's toned body being much more in demand.

"Now, what we need to do is to capture every detail of your bodies so we can start to build the prototypes. Our aim is to make these the best looking, most realistic feeling, and intelligent conversing droids anywhere in the world."

Well, I could see by the looks on Jade and Tony's faces that they were as surprised at me. I wasn't entirely sure what I thought about it. On the one hand, it was flattering that they would choose me as the MILF droid, but on the other, it didn't seem quite right that people would me fucking me all over the world without me being there. At least with our streaming incest porn, we, the living, decided what we wanted to show everyone, but what if my droid suddenly started doing things that I wouldn't have done myself?

"Please, take your robes off. First, we need to collect your cum, so we can develop artificial substitutes that will be almost impossible to distinguish from the originals."

I noticed a distinct change in the way everyone was looking at Tony, as he removed his robe and everyone could see how big his cock was, notwithstanding the nerdy body. We were each led to a special chair by one of the young girls. I saw that like mine, Jade's had soft stirrups on either side, and the girl made me sit and put my legs in them, so my pussy was open to her gaze.

"Please masturbate. I collect cum," the girl said, squatting in front of me with a glass container in her hands.

"Wait a minute, at least you can take your robe off as well, so I can see your tits and cunt to help me get off."

I looked over, and saw that Jade and Tony must have had similar ideas, because all three of our girls had taken their robes off, and they could easily have been sisters. Their breasts were on the small side, but very perky, they had trimmed little bushes that were as black as the hair on their head, and they all had small, pale labia.

None of this was quite my favourite look. I like meatier cuntlips and bigger tits, though when I was watching porn with my sons, I was amazed how often lactating Japanese girls were shown, and even more amazed that with such modest breasts, they could send such spectacular streams of their milk jetting out such a long way. Unfortunately, neither of these girls seemed to be lactating.

Still, the girl in front of me, plus my imagination, was enough to get me off, and I came. Immediately the girl leapt towards me and started scooping up the cum that was oozing out of me with her little glass jar. I smiled, as I saw that Tony had come more energetically, and his girl was trying to collect his spunk from the ropes that had hit her face and covered her tits.

"Masturbate again, Susan" my girl ordered.

Obviously, she hadn't collected as much from me as she wanted, and I could see this was the case for Jade as well, though they must have decided that either Tony had produced enough spunk -- and he had a lot -- or he needed to recover. This was all very well, but not as arousing as I wanted, so I thought I should spice it up a bit.

"Open your cunt, so I can see inside, then finger yourself. I need a bit more stimulation if you want me to come again so soon, darling," I said, smiling.

My smile got even wider as I saw the shiny pink inside of her pussy, and her tight little hole that I knew that Charlie would have loved to fuck. That was a bit more like it. We watched each other playing with ourselves, and of course, I came, making sure that she was going to come at the same time. And this time, I could feel that I'd leaked a lot more cum, which made the girl happy after she saw how much she'd collected.

"Right, we need to mark you up, and then to take 3D images of your bodies. We want to make sure that the droids are as close a match to every part of you as we can."

I didn't get what he meant until a man and a woman came over and started sticking tiny reflective markers over my body. And I do mean all over, including lots of them on my breasts, pussy and ass, even inside my vulva. It was mildly arousing, but tickled a bit. When they'd finished, they made us walk around inside the framework, while cameras tracked along the rails. They even made us jump around, so they could capture the way mine and Jade's tits bounced, and Tony's cock waved around.

It was all a bit easier for Tony, of course. They just wanted him limp then erect, but Jade and I had to lay down and let them take close-ups of our pussies, then our wide-open cunts. It should have been exciting, having so many people looking at us, but somehow being surrounded by all of the equipment took the edge of it.

Finally, they recorded us in intimate detail while we were fucking, as Shuji said, to make sure they captured the flexibility in our holes. First Shuji fucked my cunt, and then Hiroshi fucked my asshole, while two of the younger Japanese men did the same to Jade.

A fuck's a fuck, so I did enjoy both of them, but having to keep stopping while they took close-ups of our stretched holes took some of the fun out of it, even though they were diligent in making sure that we came as well as them. For Jade and me, anyway. Tony seemed to be having a lot more fun as the girls queued up to find out what his huge cock felt like when it went up them.

"Thank you," Shuji said when they finally decided they had taken enough 3D video. "We'll need you to come to our factory in a couple of months, Susan, so we can check your droid against the real thing."

"What about Tony and Jade, though? Why just me?"

"Ah, well Jade will have changed anyway as the baby gets bigger, so that won't help, and .., um ... men are more straightforward."

I had a strong suspicion that they were intending to keep Tony's cock and balls, but to fill out his body some more, and that triggered an idea in my mind.

"I'm not sure, Shuji-san. I'm not sure I like the idea of people being able to have sex with droids that look like us. Still ... maybe I could agree to it if you'd agree to this ..."

I took Shuji over to one side, and explained what I wanted. His face stayed as inscrutable as ever, but he went over to some of his team, and after a long conversation in Japanese, he walked back over to me, almost smiling.

"Hai. We think we can do that, though it will take a while. I'll contact you when we're ready for the final testing."

I put my robe back on and headed back to my room. Tony and Jade had gone already when I was talking to Shuji, probably for the same reason as me. True, I'd been fucked in both holes, but somehow it felt just like an appetizer, not the main meal. Not only that, but I'd never got to find out whether a Japanese woman's cum tasted different. My pussy was crying out for a full-fat fucking, and I was expecting that Chrissy and Charlie would be only too pleased to provide it.

When I got back to my room, though, they weren't there, just a note saying that they were meeting up for a heavy night with one of the distant branches of the family they hadn't had sex with before. I guess I could have masturbated, but I was certain that wouldn't do the trick either, so it looked as if I was going to have to just go to sleep.

I had one last chance of fun left, though. We were flying back home the following morning, so I filled out the form to get breakfast in the room, taking a guess at what Charlie and Chrissy would want, based on the previous two days. At the bottom, there was a section which said, 'Any addition requests', and I wrote in 'A damn good screwing'. I hung it on the door, before going to bed, thinking of what I hoped would happen in the morning, trying to ignore the tingle between my legs.

My sister and husband must have come in late, when I was already asleep, and when I got up in the morning they were still dead to the world. I had a shower, then waited, naked for the room service guy to deliver breakfast -- and hopefully something a lot more fun, as my pussy was tingling even more than ever. When I heard a knock at the door, I checked who it was, then opened the door, making sure I pushed my tits out to show them at their best. He wheeled the trolley in, but left it keeping the door open.

"Are you sure you want screwing, Mrs Kowalski?"

"Of course, I fucking do," I replied, sitting back on the couch with my legs open, so he could get a good look at my cunt, which was already wet.

"Well, alright. You know our rules forbid us to actually fuck a guest, but I can promise to give you a good screwing."

Huh? I didn't quite get it, even less when a second man with another sort of trolley came in to the room behind the breakfast trolley. After the door had closed, he reached into his cart and pulled out what looked like a smaller type of power tool, but with something that looked pinker and softer at the sharp end.

"Yoghourt, maple syrup or honey?"

"Um ... yoghourt, please."

I had no idea what this was about, except I'd ordered yoghourt, oatmeal and honey, fresh fruit and pancakes with maple syrup. The guy dipped the tip of the tool in the yoghourt, but it was only when he shoved it up my ass and turned it on that I realised what was happening.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Well, you said you wanted screwing, and that's Bob's screwdriver he adapted. So, Mrs Kowalski, you are being screwed, aren't you?"

"But this wasn't what I had in mind -- I was expecting you fuck my cunt with your cock!" I yelled, feeling that I'd be properly tricked.

"Serves you right, darling. You've been asking for it all week, and you did say you wanted screwing on the breakfast form, didn't you?"

My shouting must have woken up Chrissy and Charlie, who were standing watching and laughing. But then they added insult to injury, as Chrissy bent over the desk, and my husband rammed his cock up her pregnant pussy. What's more, I knew my fucking bitch of my twin sister had deliberately positioned herself so I could see him entering her.

"Ah, well, we thought a saw would be better in your cunt," the second man, Bob presumably, said, reaching into his cart and pulling out a much larger tool, with what was very obviously a larger dildo where the saw should have been.

Actually, I was starting to enjoy whatever was going round and around in my anus. It seemed that they'd fixed some sort of small dildo where the screwdriver blade should be, and it had ridges running down it, so although it was only turning inside my asshole rather than going in and out, it was really getting me going.

"Honey," I said, before I was asked, guessing what he was intending to do, and vaguely remembering that honey was supposed to have antibacterial properties.

He dipped the dildo in honey, catching the drips on a finger and licking them off with his tongue, then he slid the sticky dildo straight into my vagina. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but when he turned the tool on, the dildo started pumping in and out of me, with nice long strokes, the way it was intended with the saw blade.

Shit, I really was starting to enjoy it now, as Bob held the screwing tool in my ass, and the sawing tool in my vagina. I'd just started to wonder what the room service guy was planning, when he spooned yoghourt over my tits, a rivulet slowly running down over my belly, to join the sticky mess of honey leaking out of my cunt as it was joined by my cum, and running down to join the yoghourt around my asshole.

"A good sanding for your tits, we thought, Mrs Kowalski," he said, as he pulled what looked like some sort of orbital sander out of the cart.

Fortunately, it had a soft, fluffy head rather than sandpaper. He turned it on, and started working the yoghourt into my breasts, paying especial attention to my nipples. Fuck, it really was delightful. My tits were getting massaged like never before, and the fluffy material kept pulling against my rock hard nipples, giving them delightfully pleasurable tugs. The saw ramming the dildo in and out of my vagina kept sending bolts of excitement shooting through me, and the screwing in my ass was sending delicious waves of pleasure through me.

I looked over at my husband fucking my sister, and the sight of his cock stretching her pregnant cunt sent me right over the top. I came.

"FUCK!"

"You really are a slut, Mrs Kowalski, the room service guy said. I haven't even used the last tool."

As I recovered my senses, as much as I could with the dildos still working both holes, and my tits being massaged by the sander, I looked up, and saw the server with a much smaller tool in his hand. Shit, it was small polisher, the sort people used in model making, and it also had a soft, domed tool on the end. He put it on my clit and turned it on. Oh fuck, it was almost as good as the mains-powered wand I'd tried, which always made me come in no time at all.

"Go on, screw that bitch of a sister," Chrissy yelled, and I could see she was getting close herself.

"Yeah, fuck my slut-wife's cunt," Charlie gasped as he came, and I could almost see his spunk filling my sister's vagina as his balls pulsated.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I came again myself, as I watched my husband's spunk oozing out from my sister's cunt as his strokes slowed, she yelled out as she came, and his cock started to soften. I thought that was going to be it, but I was wrong. Charlie and Chrissy walked over towards me, and my husband forced his limp cock into my mouth. Well, forced is an exaggeration, because I loved the taste of his spunk mixed with my twin sister's cum, and I had it opened ready for him.

"We'll hold the tools for you. I know you can't touch her, but you can jerk off on her face, can't you?" my sister said, pretty much what I'd have done myself if I hadn't had my husband's cock in my mouth, and been enjoying the tastes so much.

Charlie and Chrissy held the tools in my holes, on my tits and my clit, and the guys got their cocks out and started jerking off next to my face. God, I was now practically into a continuous orgasm, as the tiny sander drove my clit wild, combining with the gorgeous feelings coming from the manipulation of my two holes, and the wonderful warmth filling my breasts.

"Shoot your spunk in my mouth," I managed to say, before I lay there with my mouth open, my hips going up and down as I came again, watching the clear pre-cum collect on the openings of their cocks.

Fuck, first Bob came, ropes of white spunk shooting out of the end of his cock. The first got my eyes and nose, then I felt warm liquid in my mouth, before another series of ropes hit me from the room service guy, going in my hair, my ear and in my other eye. What was it with men? They had the luxury of an aimable tool, unlike women, but they seemed incapable of keeping their pee in the toilet bowl, and their aim when they came seemed even worse, as more spunk was all over my face than in my mouth.

There was soon even less, as Chrissy bent over and kissed me on the lips, licking the spunk from them, then using her tongue in my mouth to collect what little had hit its target. And the fucking cunt still had the sander on my clit, so I came once more. Goodness know how many more times I would have had to come, but I was saved by Bob's phone ringing, and he said it was reception wondering what had become of them.

All of a sudden, the tools were switched off, the ones in my holes were pulled out, leaving me gaping. They were all put into the cart, and the two men shot off, leaving me covered with yoghourt, spunk, honey and cum.

"This really is a most delightful breakfast, darling," Chrissy said, scraping a crescent of fresh melon over my face to collect the lines of spunk, while Charlie rubbed a strawberry along my cunt to collect the sweet mixture of honey, yoghourt and cum.

I tipped the oatmeal on my belly, drizzled some maple syrup over the top, and between us we used the fruit and pancakes to eat breakfast off my naked body.

"I do love you, Sis, and even you, Charlie, you cheating bastard," I said, smiling. I might not have got fucked by room service, but it certainly had been fun.

I'm afraid it made a bit of a mess of the couch, though, but what the hell. When we'd finished, we showered together to clean ourselves off. For the first time in days we got dressed in normal clothes, which felt very strange, finished packing our bags, then checked out, ready for the flights back home.


It was all a bit of an anti-climax, going back home after the Caribbean, though actually that hadn't been quite as spectacular as I'd hoped. To start with, my Mom had been fucked by a lot more men than me, so my ambition to be the Family Slut was shattered. Not that on reflection I'd really have wanted to have been fucked by every one of the men, the way that she was. I loved being gang-banged, it's true, but shocking though it may be, once I'd been fucked by five or six men, diminishing returns seemed to set in. Once my cunt and ass were full of spunk, things started to get a bit repetitive.

Not only that, but things had got a lot rougher than I really liked. It's was mostly my fault, of course, upsetting my Mom and her sister's family. But making love to Dad was so special it would always stay in my memory. Actually, rather than many more gang bangs, I'd have liked more intimate sessions with just a few of the family, where I could enjoy their bodies for the first time, and have them enjoy mine.

Things at home were a bit dull as well. Chrissy and Jade were steadily getting bigger bellies, and Jade seemed to have lost some of the edge of her nymphomania with the baby inside her. Either Tony was keeping her occupied, or he was busy building the business, and working on the family tree with Professor Alex. Either way, he definitely wasn't fucking me as much as I'd have liked. Michael and Laura were busy in their new positions, and Lucy, Chloe, Jude and Jason were all back at college, starting to take their exams.

Easter was late, else I'd have been kept busy with church business, so I was bored. I loved fucking Chrissy and Charlie, but he was trying to seduce Brian's new secretary much of the time, and as each day went past, my pussy shouted louder that she wanted a new cock in her. I was hoping that my role as Family Historian might have led to trips to new family members who'd fill that need for me, but nothing had come about yet.

Then it hit me. Why not go and see if I could find Rosemary's son? I was still feeling guilty for the way I'd behaved, but if I could end Rosemary's uncertainty, even if it only confirmed for sure that her son had died, I'd feel I'd made up for it. And maybe Dad would make love to me again, the way he had when we'd made our peace?

I called Mom to get as much information as I could about where her parents lived, and any ideas on where exactly the nunnery was. I set Tony searching the internet as well. In the meantime, I threw myself back in to editing and loading more clips to the streaming site, especially now that enough time had gone by for a paternity test, so we could announce Tony as the father of Jade's baby, and release footage of the wedding. In addition, we'd been given footage of Mom, me and Chrissy getting gang-fucked at the family event, albeit with a few of the faces pixelated out.

I was feeling exhilarated as I drove off in Tony's Mustang, which I'd persuaded him to lend me. Well, I was paying for it by letting him fuck me more often, but that was a win-win, wasn't it? He'd identified three possible communities of nuns where Rosemary's mother may have taken her. One had closed, which was going to make it tricky to get any information, but the other two, although smaller, were still operating.

I had a feeling that Rosemary's parents wouldn't have wanted her too close, so after a night in a cheap motel, I took a gamble and drove to the further of the two options. I was lucky. It took me a while to persuade the nun who answered the door to let me in, but eventually she showed me into a dark room, and after a few minutes an elderly nun joined me.

"Good morning. I'm Sister Euphemia. How can I help you?"

I explained that I had come to try to find out what happened to my Aunt's baby son, after she had been taken in. To start with, I just got stonewalled, and told that she had no recollection of the person I was talking about, and their policy was not to give out any information about people who had taken refuge there. Not even the letter signed by Rosemary, giving me authority to act on her behalf, got me anywhere.

"Well, that's a terrible shame, Sister Euphemia. I've been commissioned to write a book on the family history, and I was hoping I'd be able to leave out the bits about how badly you abused the young, pregnant girls who came to you. My aunt has read about the nunneries in Ireland, where they found the bones of tens of young babies who the nuns had killed rather than had adopted. And now I come to think of it, you were one of the nuns that my aunt specifically mentioned as enjoying watching her shower."

This last bit was an invention of mine, but it hit home, Sister Euphemia's face going absolutely white.

"I was brought up in a religious family, and it will be painful to have to reveal the horrors that you nuns inflicted on these young girls. Still, if you can't help ..."

"Well, maybe something is coming back to me. I can't imagine why on earth your aunt would think we killed the babies. No, I think I may be able to recall who you are talking about. Let me just check my records. What did you say the father's name was?"

I told her that Rosemary had told me she didn't know the father's name, then the nun left the room. She was gone for quite a long time, making me worry that she wouldn't return, but eventually she came back, and gave me a name and address on a piece of paper. She told me that they named the boy Wayne, and that this woman, who had two girls already, but had wanted a boy, had taken him on. I asked if she could search for a copy of the birth registration, and email a scan of it to me, so if the trail went cold, I'd at least have evidence to give Rosemary.

If this had been in the city, I'd have taken a bet that the woman wouldn't still live at the same address, but out in the tiny little country towns people tended to stay put, and again I was lucky. When I knocked at the door of the cottage whose address I had been given, a woman answered the door. She was probably a bit older than my mother, but had put on more weight, and had a world-weary look to her.

"Oh yes, I remember Wayne, all right. He was always a bit of a handful. It wasn't that he was bad, but in those days he was what we'd have called a bit simple, I guess, though goodness knows what it would be called in these days of political correctness. He was bright enough at school, but he was easily led, and he was always getting into trouble. The other boys would tell him to do things, shoplifting, setting fire to peoples' mail boxes, throwing stones through windows -- all in themselves quite minor, really, but he was always getting caught.

"We lived with it, because he was otherwise a nice lad, and my daughters enjoyed him as a brother. Too much, as it turned out. I caught them ... um ... comparing their ... private parts, and it wasn't just looking. That was when their hormones were just kicking in, and I could only see it getting worse, so my husband and I agreed that for our daughters' safety, we'd have to find Wayne another home."

There were tears in her eyes, as she told me how her local pastor had found another pastor and his wife a few counties away who hadn't been able to have their own children, and had taken on a series of difficult adolescents, all with success. I thanked her, and headed off to the new address, worried that if I found Wayne, he wouldn't be the sort of son Rosemary would be proud of. The combination of 'simple and troublesome' seemed a bad one.

I managed to find the town, and as I was pulling up to the house next door to a church, I saw a pastor, who had obviously just left the house, walking towards the church. I hastily parked, and ran after him.

"Oh yes, Wayne," I remember him, the pastor said, sighing. "We took him on after he'd got into a lot of stupid trouble, and um ..."

"Yes, I know about the girls."

"Ah, yes, well. We got on fine with him for a couple of years. The change of school seemed to be good, and he did well, although he always looked a bit empty and naïve. But ... well ... my wife was having a shower one day, and she noticed a ... well ... sort of spy hole, I guess. I tackled him, of course, but although he denied it, we knew he had been watching her ... naked ... and, well ... she was never going to feel safe with him around, so I'm afraid we had to find somewhere else for him."

He said that he'd asked around, and there was a sheriff another couple of counties further north whose wife was a probation officer, and was used to dealing with troublesome adolescents going through puberty, and they'd agreed to take him. No, he hadn't done anything to follow up on what happened afterwards.

It was a long drive which took me into the edge of Idaho to find the next family who had looked after Wayne, I guessed from around fifteen or sixteen. I pulled in to the sheriff's building, and was shown into an office where a man who was probably sixty, but looked older, with thinning hair, and a spreading paunch was sat behind a desk. When I asked him about Wayne, he gave out a big sigh, and rubbed his hand across his eyes, the way people do when asked to relive difficult memories.

"Ah, Wayne. We thought things were all fine. I managed to keep him out of too much trouble, and he was doing well at school. Unfortunately, it all fell apart after his high school graduation, when he was just over eighteen, though it still wasn't clear what he was going to do afterwards."

"So what went wrong, Sheriff?"

"Well, apparently my wife had started to notice some of her panties disappearing, although she hadn't said anything to me. Then Wayne came back from the prom in a high old state. It seemed there'd been alcohol around, although everyone was underage. I was out on a case, and when my wife got home she found Wayne's car parked outside with the engine running and lights on. When she went inside, she said she found Wayne masturbating into a pair of her dirty panties.

"As it happened, I came back a few minutes after her, and when I followed the yelling to Wayne's room, I found my wife trying to pull her panties off of him, while he had his hand around her holding one of her breasts. And he was, you know, dripping down her leg."

This was all beginning to sound a bit of a familiar story. "So, you threw him out?"

"Yeah, well, it didn't seem I had a lot of choice, did I?"

"And has your wife got over this experience?"

"Well, that's just it. Only a few months later she left me for some city-smart attorney, and then people started coming out of the woodwork and telling me she'd been screwing around on me for years, the bitch! Then I couldn't help wondering whether I hadn't been too hard on the boy, as maybe it wasn't just him at fault."

"Okay, so what did you do?"

"I felt pretty guilty, so I started calling my buddies in other counties to see if they'd heard of Wayne. In the end, I hit lucky. He'd gone north, taking a series of short-term jobs, mainly of farms. In the end, he ended up on a ranch in Northern Montana, run by an old guy. Dawson was his name. He'd got too old to look after it properly, and it had got real run down. Now, Wayne may have looked simple sometimes, but he clearly wasn't, because after Dawson took him on he brought the ranch back to life, and when Old Man Dawson died, he left the ranch to Wayne. He's still there now."

"Have you talked to him, apologised, maybe?"

"No. I guess I still aren't sure of the rights and wrongs of things. I feared that Wayne would get himself into more trouble with women, but apart from some sort of ruckus in what I'm told was a whorehouse, years ago, nothing else has happened. The sheriff up there tells me he's never married, or apparently had much to do with women, just turning the place into one of the best in the state."​