Incest/Taboo The Abandoned Son

Amber rolled silently out of the bed she had just shared with Damien. She could still smell her sex in the air. For three hours she had made sure that he had filled both her mouth and her pussy with his hot seed. She wasn't one for anal she always thought that hole was meant as an exit and not an entrance. Amber never could understand some peoples fascination with it.

Yet as she watched her sleeping bother as he rested so comfortably underneath those soft warm sheets. While she did love him, the events prior to her becoming his girlfriend would never leave her mind. The night her father forced himself into her room like a mad beast. Tearing at her clothes to try and take what he couldn't have. The insane look she saw in his eyes as she tried to fight him off as his fist pounded on her. The hurtful words he spat at her as he shook her violently when she failed to yield to his demands. The rushing of feet as Lynn came rushing into her room.

His annoyance filled grunts as Lynn jumped onto his back pounding his head with her fist. Then her mother rushing into her room adding her own blows as their father slapped Lynn across the face. The crashing of furniture as her mother fought valiantly against him. The shattering sound of her lamp as her mother bashed her father over the head knocking him out cold. Then her mother's frantic state as she ushered them out of that home they once shared before turning up at her uncle's place. The days she spent in fear as her father sat outside his house shouting insults at her, her mother, and her uncle and his family for hiding them from him.

It was only when Maison exited his home with a drawn gun did her father high tail it out of there, and yet it didn't keep her father away for long. When Damien had told them he was going to pick up their mother from work since their father was pacing threateningly out side her office building. How her heart raced in fear as the hours passed and they hadn't returned. When her mother told her how Damien had disarmed and beaten their father so easily the feeling of relief and security washed over her in the first time in three years. She hoped her father would be behind bars for a very long time. Then there was that boy at the party. She knew soon she would have to appear in court to make sure he faced what was coming to him. Amber just hoped Damien would be there with her.

Amber didn't know why she felt so safe around Damien, yet she was glad she did; because if it wasn't for him she doubted she could ever be so strong. Slowly, closing his bedroom door she needed to speak with her mother. She knew that she too had gone through what had happened to her, although her mother never had anyone to save her from the man that forced himself onto her. So maybe her mother could help her deal with what still lingered in the back of her mind.

"Mom?" Amber said as she entered the kitchen as the dawning sun peeked over the horizon. Martha stood in front of the stove flipping over the current flapjack she was cooking for her small family.

"Yes dear?" Martha asked humming happily over the sweet smelling pancakes.

"Can we talk?" Amber asked sitting across from her twin sister.

"Of course dear!" Martha said, smiling sweetly at her daughter as she sat down the towering stack of pancakes. "Now what is it would you like to talk about?" she asked as she set the warm plate of bacon on the table that she had kept warm in the oven.

"Could you tell me about the time..."

"Amber, sweetheart what's going on?"

"Mom, I think she's talking about how you got pregnant with," Lynn said pointing to the ceiling.

"Oh? Umm, Amber, I don't think that's a suitable subject to talk about while we are having breakfast," Martha said nervously. She has never truly spoken at length about the fifteen-year-old boy that had raped her one warm spring day on her way home from school. Even after twenty-five years it was still a subject she dared not touch; because she could still feel his hands on her, his breathe on the back of her neck as he held her against the ground while he took her innocence.

"Please Mom!" Amber pleaded with her.

"Alright, first I want to know why you want to hear about a very dark time in my life?" Martha asked staring intently at her daughter.

"Because I want and need to know how you have dealt with it and came out rather stable from that ordeal."

"Honey," Martha said, reaching across the table taking hold of her hand. "Is this about that boy from the party?"

"And Dad too," Amber whispered trembling fearing at any moment her father would appear out of the shadows.

"What?!" Martha roared surging from her seat the her chair skidding a few inches behind. "Amber Kaylyn Edwards! You tell me right this moment what you meant by your father too?!" Unaware Damien had snuck down the stairs soon after Amber had left his bed. His jaw set fiercely as he leaned against the wall. It wasn't until he had decided to leave his grandparents home for the Army that his vile grandmother spat out 'that she didn't want a child of Ra*e any longer in her home and she hoped he died far away from them', among the other vile things she levied against him throughout his childhood. It was a wonder that Damien had turned out so mentally stable: mostly.

Amber squirmed underneath her mother's gaze as she tried to get her tongue to work, "Since I was fifteen Dad's been trying to get me to do things to him," she said her voice sqeaked as she tried to hold back the emotions that she had kept buried for so long.

"Oh baby! Why didn't you tell me?" Martha asked rushing to her daughter's side, wrapping Amber in her arms placing a kiss on top of her head as Amber softly cried into her mother's chest.

"W-w-when y-you f-found him beating on Lynn. H-he tried Ra*e me that night," Amber said through sobs and hiccups.

"Oh my god," Martha said, remembering what her son had asked her a week ago. How was it that he had noticed it while she the parent missed out on all the signs. She knew once they got home she would be telling the D.A. to add attempted Ra*e charge's along with the attempted mur*er charge Michael was currently facing. "Baby? Did he?" Martha breathed out a sigh of relief as Amber shook her head.

"He almost did but Lynn came and saved me," Amber said. She would be eternally grateful to her big sister for saving her that night. "And so did you, Mom," she said, wrapping her arms tightly around her mother's waist.

"And I'd do it again," Lynn said fiercely.

"Oh, sweetheart, I wish I had known sooner so you would never have known the fear I felt when Brian Williams raped me."

"So you do know Damien's father's name," Lynn said in shock.

"Of course, I do. How could I not the man lived a few houses down from my mother's. Every day I had to see his face! Always smirking, always looking at me, always taunting me with that smug face of his! God, I just wish my parents believed me. But no! They believed that thrash that raped their own daughter then they did me, however, your uncle did beleive me though. The beating he gave Brian telling him if he ever caught him looking at me or near our house again he would kill him. Yet that was before I learned that I was pregnant with Joshua. Then... well I took my anger out on your brother for no fault of his own only that he was the child of the boy that had taken what wasn't freely given. The things I said about him and to him in my teenage years," Martha said, a single tear ran down her cheek wondering why she had been so cruel to a innocent child. It wasn't his fault that his father had raped her. It wasn't his fault of the hardships she had to endure in her teenage years, nor was it his fault she got attached to the wrong man either that was all her own doing.

No wonder she always saw the anger and hurt in his little eyes whenever she visited her mother and father. Then his disappearance whenever she brought Amber and Lynn over to visit their grandparents. Why hadn't she been more concerned with how her own son had practically disappeared whenever they were around? Why hadn't she shown that small boy the love a mother should have? Why did she allow her own anger to fuel her judgement when she left that house? Sighing inwardly, she knew the answer to those questions. It was because Damien looked far to much like his father. How could she ever blame him for the anger and the betrayal Joshua must have felt as he watched as she drove away with Michael. Then a sudden noise from the stairs stilled all three of their bodies.

"Fuck!" Damien cursed softly. He had wanted to retreat silently back to his room and contact a friend of his back at his agency. He never knew the name of his father. Now that he did, Damien was going to pay the man a special visit. It was because of him he had suffered. It was because of him he felt what no child should ever feel -- abandonment!

"Joshua!" Martha said, standing in the kitchen doorway as she viewed her son. Her feet propelled her forward, her body crashing into his as he held onto the banister for support. Her arms wrapped around his neck bringing her son into her warm embrace. "I'm so, so sorry baby! I know, I can never take back the words I said, nor how I left you so alone all your life," Martha said, her tears soaking into his bare chest. "No words can ever truly heal what I have done to you my sweet Joshua. I wasn't a very good mother to you and that's my own fault. I wish I could go back and redo it all, but I cant, I can't take back my words, the feelings you most have felt. The things that were said about you when you never did anything wrong baby. But I just couldn't look at you and see the boy that gave me you," Martha said, her lip trembled as her fingertips skim along his right cheek. "I'm not going to ask you for your forgiveness Joshua, I know that may be impossible for you to do. I just hope you can understand why."

"I-I do Mom," Damien said, patting her back as her hug tightened. In truth, he did understand how she felt. He had seen it far to many times at whichever base he was visiting on his tour. Women that had been raped either by their parent, an uncle, or some other family member. Forced to bring up the child they never wanted only to be raped again to expand their family line. The hatred he saw in their eyes as they looked at the children when they weren't looking. No mother should view their child as something that remaided them of their attacker.

"Are you hungry... of course, you are," Martha chuckled softly wiping away her tears, "Come. I've made pancakes for breakfast," she said, taking hold of his hand leading him towards the kitchen. "Sit," Martha said, holding out the chair at the end of the table. "You're a good man Joshua," she whispered into his hair as she kissed the top of his head. "Now everyone let's eat we have a big day ahead of us."

"Ring shoping?" Amber stared in confusion at her mother and sister. While they waited for Damien to get out of the shower so they could go view the art exhibit in town.

"Amber, sweetheart, we've talked about it," Martha said, glancing sideways at her eldest daughter. "And we want to marry Damien and we want you to be his legal wife," she said, smirking inwardly at Amber's gapping mouth.

"I don't know," Amber said nervously, her head was swimming. Sure she had just asked him to be her first boyfriend ever in her whole life. Yet was she really prepared to get married to him.

"I'm a little jealous sis, you get to be his true wife while we have to be his common law ones. However, if you don't what to I'll be more then glad to fill in for you," Lynn said teasingly.

"No!" Amber said a little to forcibly, "I mean... no, that won't be necessary sister," she said, sticking her tongue out at her. "Though Mom we don't have money for rings. Who's going to be paying for all of this?"

"I am," Damien said, startling the three of them as his crisp black suit jacket settled onto his shoulders. Martha, Lynn and Amber gasped as their eyes ran down the ironed white dress shirt noting how it contoured to his chest. His brass belt buckle shone in the soft light of the lamps. Martha bit lip as his pants hugged his legs, as she peered at her daughters she could see how his grand attire was affecting them.

"Oh my! Joshua, we are only going to an art exhibit there is no need for such... for such an outfit," Martha said, only to be elbowed in her side by Lynn. Not that she could blame her for it. Martha couldn't take her eyes off of her son.

"Damien? Are you trying to impress us?" Lynn asked rising from her spot on the couch. Now that it was their shared day she couldn't wait to have him all to herself. She felt a little undressed as her blue jeans hung onto her every curve as she approached him. "I do have to say it is working," Lynn purred as her hands ran along his obliques then up his back as she rose to kiss those tantalizing lips of his.

"And you're okay with marrying me?" Amber asked feeling her cheeks flooding with heat at his nod. "Do we have time to go dress shoping?" she asked with misty eyes.

"Sure, I'll put it on the to do list," Damien said, straightening out his cufflink before it fell off.

"Joshua, do the two of us not get kisses too?" Martha asked pouting. How her eyes flared in hunger as he beckoned them to him. Martha and Amber moaned wantonly as Damien squeezed their firm posteriors.

"Now shall we go?" Damien asked gesturing to the front door.

"I do hope I'll get to feel your hand on my ass too?" Lynn whispered into his ear. Her muscles rippled as his strong hand softly squeezed that soft muscle. "Mmm... brother, I do love it when your hands are on my body," she said, resting her head against his shoulder as they walked out the door together. Amber was waiting in the from passenger side seat as Damien held the rear door open for Lynn. "Why thank you," Lynn said, placing a kiss on his cheek. "Such a gentleman you have become."

Martha had forgotten when the last time her soon-to-be ex-husband held a door any door for that matter open for her. She did hope that she too would be on the receiving end of such displays. However, she did enjoy knowing that her son was taking them serious.

The privately own art gallery sat on a sandstone cliff over looking the rolling waves of the Mediterranean sea. It's white stucco facing was the canvas of the mural of vibrant colors of the flowering plants that covered the surrounding area. Four valets rushed out as Damien's car rolled to a stop underneath the covered entrance way. Handing each of the valets eighty euros (the equivalent to a hundred dollar tip), offering his mother and Amber his arms before walking up to the entrance of the art gallery.

"Mr. Richards, I presume?" the curator asked eyeing the women that hung onto him.

"Yes, I do appreciate you catering to my odd request so early in the morning," Damien said shaking the elderly man's hand.

"Not at all, not at all," the man said smiling warmly at Damien. He was more then willing to close the gallery for a few hours with what the man was offering. '10,000 euros wasn't something to pass up.' the man told himself. Plus the money would help keep the gallery open when the tourist season was over. If he had to cater to the whim of a mad rich man so be it. "Now I know you asked to have the gallery all to yourself, however, I must tell you my assistant -- Mary, here," the man said gesturing to the fiery red head to his right, "She shall remain should you have questions or when you wish to leave so she can lock up the gallery. I do hope you can understand?"

"Of course, of course," Damien said laying on the charm, "I wouldn't want to leave such wealth alone with strangers, that's just asking for trouble."

"Please, if you follow me," the woman said gesturing to the glass doors. "Now," locking the doors once they all were inside, "I shall be in the office when you wish to leave please press this buzzer," she said pointing to the button at chest height on the wall. "And the most important thing," she said leaning in. Her nostrils flared catching a whiff of the man's colonge. "Please don't touch the art."

"You did this all for us Damien?" Amber asked in awe.

"Yeah, what good is having money if you don't spend it every once in awhile?"

"Oh baby! I'm so glad you did," Martha said, turning his chin towards her. Placing a long lingering kiss upon his lips letting him know how much she appreciated it.

Unbeknownst to the four of them Mary watched the four of them on the security screens. The man was an enigma. How could he have three women just hanging onto him like that? Sure his car was expensive looking and the money he drop to get her boss to close the gallery also the rich material of his clothes; yet all that was nice, but that didn't explain why they were clinging onto him. Zooming in, her eyes were glued to his hands as they stood discussing the Picasso painting before them. Angling the camera down, her eyes zeroing in on how his hands dipped low watching the two women's reactions. Reaching over turning the volume up on the monitor.

"Mmm... Joshua," the older woman moaned. Mary arched an eyebrow she had thought his name was Damien.

"F-f... yes, harder!" the younger woman by his right side moaned. 'No, he couldn't possibly be doing that in public?' Mary asked herself. Quickly, looking over making sure there was a DVD in the drive to record everything. They only used the DVD when the gallery had guest the rest went onto the cloud server, should there be a break in during the night it was an easy task burning it to a blank disc.

"No fair!" Mary thought it had came from the woman to his right, yet no, it came from the woman who currently was pouting. Mary cocked her head to the side she hadn't noticed it earlier, but the more she studied the two younger women the more the similarities stood out.

"Twins?" Mary asked puzzled why two sisters would share the same man, "No, that's just to absurd to even think about," she said shaking her head.

"Damien, brother..."

"Brother!" Mary shouted cupping her mouth hoping they didn't hear her. "Wait! Are they all related?!" she asked the monitor as if it could ever answer her question. Yet she wasn't expecting the tingling sensation that flooded her womanhood as she continued to watch the display.

"Why am I the only one not being touched by you?"

"Lynn, you know your brother will make sure you're satisfied. Isn't that right my Joshua."

"Of course."

"Then," Lynn said sashaying over to him, "How about I take care this for you big brother?" she asked sinking down the length of his body.

"No! She wouldn't!" Mary gasped quickly switching to another camera fed that would give her a better view. "Oh my!" she cooed as Lynn needled Damien's cock from his pants. "Yes, suck on it!" Mary said nodding as Lynn slowly worked along then length of his shaft. "Does that cock taste good? Is that why you do that for your brother?" she asked squeezing her left breast through her shirt instinctively.

"Oh, Joshua you're going to make your mother cum!" Mary's mouth hung agape she just couldn't believe it. 'Was their entire family into incest?' Mary asked herself. She found herself strangely drawn in as her hands quickly pulled up the hem of her skirt. Placing her feet on the lip of the desk ripping open her pantyhose.

"Why am I getting wet from watching this?" Mary muttered shaking her head while licking her palm, "Fuck! I'm just as depraved as they are," she said as Lynn's head bobbed rapidly on Damien's cock. "That's it girl suck your brother's big cock!" Mary cooed as she rubbed her clit.

"Baby? Can we fuck?!" Martha purred.

"Yes! Fuck that bitch!" Mary hooted, "Use the bench you big hunk of handsome. Bend those women over it so I can watch," she said hungrily.

"Lay down," Amber said patting the bench. Mary's eyebrow twitched as the older woman placed Damien's coat along the arms of the statue closest to them.

"At least she didn't knock it over," Mary said in annoyance. Yet it didn't last long as her attention was drawn back to the squeaking of the leather that covered the bench. Mary watched as the three women looked quickly around before they shimmied out of their blue jeans.

"Baby, mama needs you to eat my throbbing cunt," Martha said as she stood at his head.

"Hop on." Mary felt her peach quiver at his words. 'Fuck! Why can't some man ever say that to me?!' she asked herself.

"Oh baby! Your tongue feels so good inside me!"

"I bet it does you lucky bitch," Mary muttered as her fingers skimmed along her labia. She watched at the twins took turns sinking that cock of his down their throats. Tilting her head, it appeared to her that Lynn was teaching Amber just how to do it right. "Oh, sweetheart, I'll be glad to come down and show you how it's truly done," Mary said, her tongue running along her lips.

"Since you had him all night sis, I'm going to be the first today," Lynn said, swinging her leg over Damien's hip. Clicking rapidly on zoom in button, Mary wanted to capture every second as his head penetrated her wet mound. "Fuck Damien! God, your cock feels so good inside of me brother," Lynn moaned loadly, as she slowly rose and lowered herself on his steel rod.

"Would you allow me to have a ride?" Mary asked the monitor as her fingers slipped into her canal.

"Fuck baby! Mama's going to cum again!" Martha yelled as she pinched her nipples.

"So Joshua or Damien, whatever you call yourself, does your mother's cunt taste good to you? Obliviously, it does seeing the look on her face. Is that tongue of yours that good that your own family members will fuck you?" Mary asked again hoping the monitor would answer her questions.

"Amber!" Lynn shouted as her twin leaned over sucking on her clit as she rode their brother, "Yes! Make me cum!"

"Fuck! Yes, lick that clit!" Mary shouted her fingers plunging in and out of her wet snatch. "How long have you naughty girls been eating out each other, hmm?" she asked as she pinched her nipple.

"Husband?" Mary stopped in her tracks a wicked grin spread across her face.

"Fuck! God, what a dirty, naughty, sinful family you have Mr. Richards," Mary chuckled, "I fucking love it!"

"Yes Amber?"

"Please taste your wife," Amber said, spreading her lips her juices glistening in the fluorescent lighting. Amber's body shuddered as her aching mound graced his lips.

"My turn," Martha said as Lynn came down from her orgasm. Licking her lips, as she viewed her son's juice covered cock. Martha leaned over her tongue twirling around his shaft as she clean off her son's hard cock.

"That's it Mom show that boy how it's really done!" Mary cooed as she felt another orgasm approaching. She could already feel the chair beneath her already soaked in her juices. How her pussy ached to be filled with something hard. She couldn't remember when anyone of her lovers were so daring to fuck her like Damien was pleasuring them in public; nor how he was obliviously making sure each one of them got off. The men she normally date were only after their own needs. Yet as she watched as his mother rode his cock like a pro how jealousy roared in her mind. She too wanted what was happening inside her own gallery. "Fuck it!" Mary grunted getting up from her chair. Kicking off her heels, tossing her skirt onto the back of the chair then her stain shirt soon followed after it. Using her pantyhose to wipe up her juices so that no one could tell what she had done. She wasn't going to allow them to get caught that is if that man gave her want she wanted. Her bare feet resounded as she raced across the cold hard concrete floor of the back store room as she raced towards the closest door to them.

Mary silently slip out, her breasts bouncing as she tiptoed through her gallery. Peering around the bust of Michaelangelo, her hunger flared as his mother's hips slammed down onto that delicious cock she had been watching.

"Well now, this isn't how one views our works of art!" Mary said, startling all four them as she stood naked before them. "My what a fucking naughty family fucking each other in public like this," she said, smiling wickedly at the ladies frightened looks. "If I was a better woman I would have called the local authorities, I still might. However, this is if you don't give me a ride on that cock that belongs your darling son," Mary said walking towards Damien's head, "What do you say big boy? Either you fuck me while they watch, or all four of you will know the prison cells here intimately. The choice is yours. Don't believe me," she said, pointing to the hidden cameras in the ceiling as she bent over him filling his view of her dangling breasts. "I have all the evidence I need to ensure you all spend quite a bit of time here; or you could simply fuck me."

"If he does this t-t-then you'll destroy the evidence?" Martha asked as she still had Damien's cock hilt deep inside her cunt.

"Heavens no! I just won't call the police is all. Plus why would I ever get rid of something so hot as mother and daughters fucking this stud that just happens to be your son, hmm?" Mary asked as her hands ran over Damien's chest. She felt something odd as she did. While she did feel his hard earned sculpted muscles, yet it felt as if something marred his skin. "So what do you say stud? You don't want to see you mother, and your sisters locked away do you? Fucking me isn't to much to ask now is it?"

"You take your hands..." Amber began to say only to be stopped by the woman's smirk.

"Off your husband? That is what you called your brother wasn't it Amber? Do you know a woman as pretty as you won't last long in prison, right? So why don't we just stop all this silliness shall we, because we all know your going to agree..." Her words stilled in her throat as Damien's hand wrapped around her neck.

"Becareful of who you speak to," Damien said darkly.

"Let the woman have a taste baby," Lynn said rushing to his side. She had seen that look once and once was enough when that would-be rapist tried to take Amber by force. "Please!"

"You sure?" Damien said looking over at her.

"Yes," Lynn said smiling, glad to see that she could soften that hard exterior of his.

"Fine. How do you want to do this?" Damien said, releasing his hold on her neck. Tapping Martha's hip, if he was going to fuck this woman that was blackmailing them he wanted to get it over with quickly. Plus he didn't think Martha, Amber and Lynn would enjoy being cockold.

"Protective aren't we?" Mary said rubbing her neck, "I can't say I don't blame you. Now you just lay there like a good little fuck toy, and I'll make sure to make you cum deep inside of me," she purred before claiming his lips. Her nails racked up his chest as his tongue rolled around hers. Mary had put most of herself into her work over the past three years since her divorce.

"Now be a good son and eat this pussy like you do your mother's," Mary purred as his muffled grunts reverberated along her mound. "Yes, get that tongue in that wet hole!" she moaned biting her lip loving how he lapped up her juices. "God! He is good at that isn't he?" Mary asked flashing the three a smirk. How she enjoyed the fiery looks in their eyes as she made the man they love service her. "Now to have a some of this," Mary said hungrily, as she stared at that wet hard cock of his. She made sure they could see how his tool disappeared into her mouth. Chuckling inwardly, when her mother and sister had to restrain Amber. "Behave dear, I'll have your brother back to you before you know it."

"I hope you choke on it!" Amber growled.

"Not a change," Mary said before bobbing quickly on his rod. She didn't know how he hadn't came yet with everything they had done. Now she was determined more then ever to have a taste of it, however, that would be after his cock had thoroughly fucked her, she told herself. "I think we've demonstrated that you can eat a pussy," Mary said, her body quaking as her womb went into meltdown. "Fuck yes!" she screamed out as her juices flood his mouth. Smiling up at the camera, she had positioned it so she could get a good recording of her fucking his cock.

"So how does my pussy taste, hmm?" Mary asked coyly over her shoulder as she positioned his head at her entrance.

"Let's just get this over with," Damien said, spitting out the woman's pussy juice onto the floor.

"Damien, you cum quickly so we can go," Amber said, shoting the woman a look so evil that it could peel paint.

"Oh darling, I promise you this won't be quick," Mary said, leaning back resting her hands on the bench. Making sure the cameras caught how his cock glided in and out of her cunt. Smiling wickedly at the spot on the ceiling spreading her labia so it would an even better view.

Mary had drawn out this ploy for over an half an hour. Making sure at she had thoroughly drenched Damien's cock. Now her thighs ached in over use, her arms trembled from exhaustion, her chest glistened in her sweat as she felt his cock swelling within her canal.

"Mmm, see that wasn't so bad was it," Mary said, blowing Damien a kiss over her shoulder as his cum sat so perfectly in her womb. "Well, I've had a lovely time, you can have your man back," she said, taunting Amber one last time before she left rather satisfied and full of cum. Mary sat in her chair swinging back and forth sucking on her finger as she replayed the DVD, enjoying the taste of his cum on her tongue as she watched herself fucking that cock of his. A little sadden that they were gone because she could go for another spin. She wondered if she could find out just where that man was staying, yet she doubted she could. Sighing to herself as she placed the disc into it's then tucked it safely into her purse, going through the mainframe one last time making sure no traces of the video was left. She always kept her word. Maybe, just maybe with this she might earn herself another spin, if only she could find him once again.

"The rings can wait I'm taking us home so I can get that woman's stink off of you," Martha said, as she sped down the Italian streets. She always wanted to do this, yet not when another woman's cunt was staining what was rightful theirs. Though she was a little surprised to see Amber's reaction. She could have sworn her daughter was going to rip that woman's face off.

"She didn't hurt you did she, Damien?" Lynn asked rubbing his arm. It was her idea that lead to all of this. She would hate herself if that woman did something that harmed her brother.

"No, why?" Damien asked his hand held on tightly to the door handle due his mother's reckless driving habits. He had survived fire fights in the poppy fields of Afghanistan, hand to hand combat in the jungles of the Amazon, and numerous other black ops around the world. Yet he feared it would be her driving that would be the cause of his downfall.

"I just couldn't forgive myself if she did," Lynn said wrapping him in a loving hug.

"I can't believe that woman! Hands all over my boyfriend!" Amber growled.

"Wait, did I get demoted?" Damien asked shooting his half sister a smile.

"N-n-no..." Amber said blushing hard, "It just slipped out," she said quickly turning away.

"Hey," Damien said tugging on her sleeve, "Don't ever lose that fire Amber, it makes you very hot," he said drawing out the word. He was pleased to see this side of her. He knew she had spent to much time trapped in that shell of hers. Damien just hoped he would never be on that side of it.

"D-do you really think so?" Amber asked.

"I wouldn't have said it if I did mean it Amber," Damien said winkingbat her. He just couldn't understand why that these three women had such a calming effect on his troubled heart. Yet as those lustrous blue eyes of hers fell upon him those horrible memories seem to fade away. However, he knew they would always be there nothing could truly take those away, although they did make it to were the retorts of the muzzle blast and the crackling of the mortar shell were beginning to slowly faded into the background.

"Well, you go get washed we shall wait here," Martha said closing the front door of the Villa. A smile of content spread across her face as she watched her son drifting up the stairs. Not seeing Amber sneaking off behind her back to use the back stairway.

Amber stood at the side of the bed she and Damien had shared. Her fingers running along the comforter looking towards his bathroom. She hated how that woman had blackmailed them just because she loved being with her brother. Was it her fault she had fallen for him? Amber didn't think so. When Damien had defended her when that woman had threatened her with prison how it made her heart flutter. Sucking on her lower lip, Amber knew there was only one way to get that woman out of his mind.

Amber stood there watching the silhouette of her brother as he shower. Quickly, looking at herself in the mirror as the steam began to fog up the glass. Staring at her naked body, Amber didn't know how she had done it, yet she was proud to have caught his eye. Snatching the shower curtain aside, Amber smiled sinfully as her eyes ran down his wet naked body.

"Well, you do know how to keep your wife hungry," Amber purred as she stepped into the shower. The hot water bouncing against her back as Damien closed the curtain. "Mmm, Damien, do you know much you tug at my heart?" Amber asked as her hands ran up his chest. "Brother? Tell me how you got this scar?" she asked as her thumb ran along the long scar that ran diagonally a few inches below his right hip to his inner thigh. All the while, Amber stared lovingly into his dark hazel eyes.

"A very wiry Columbian cartel soldier got lucky with his knife," Damien said, trying to keep his arousal from showing.

"What about this one?" Amber asked holding his hand in her left while her fingers traced along the scar that marred the back of his right hand.

"A foolish childhood decision that lead to a few hours in the ER. Not that our grandmother cared, I had to walk five miles just to get a few stitches. Oh, how she bitched and wailed when the cop that the hospital called to drive me home stood at her door. Saying she didn't know etc. etc., yet the moment the officer left I didn't hear the end of it. I looked up at that old face of hers and told her, 'If she was so goddamned worried about what the neighers would think. She should have gotten off her fat muumuu wearing ass and drove me then.' Though that did earn me a few nights of no dinner," Damien said shrugging his shoulders, "But she barely gave me enough food as it was so I learned how to be sneaky."

"I see," Amber said, wondering how the two of them could have so different an experience with the same person. Whenever they visited her grandparents she and Lynn were always treated warmly. Yes, she knew her grandmother had a temper, she had seen it a few times; yet never as cruel as Damien made her out to be. "How about this one?" Amber asked tracing along the scar that ran from the corner of his left eye down to the tip of his cheek bone. While feeling the heat of his erection soaking into the skin of her stomach.

"A rather drunk Marine was getting a little to handsy with one of the female Army officers at this bar off base in Japan. I didn't throw the first punch I simply told the man it would be wise for him to leave and sleep it off before he faced discipline. Yet it seemed the many drinks he had thought for him. This," Damien said. The tip of his finger tracing along the scar. "Was from the beer bottle he smashed against the bar."

"What was your rank soldier?" Amber asked sensuously, while her hand softly stroked his phallus.

"Staff Sargent, ma'am," Damien said smirking.

"Well then, Sargent!" Amber said, pressing her breasts against his chest, "Your wife stands naked before you, what is the first thing you do?" Her heart raced as the palm of his hand ran along her right cheek. Her nerves were on edge as Damien slowly pulled her to his lips. Her hands found their home on his hips as she sank into that wondrous bliss. Gooseflesh raced across her skin as his fingers skimmed down her spine. Moaning into his mouth as his hand cupped her ass. Amber always dreamt this was how it would be when she kiss the man she had fallen in love with. She knew how foolish it sounded in her mind, yet given how she spent the past three years in fear of the man that was supposed to raise and guide her; not torment, harass and beat her when she would never give her father what he wanted. It was her hopes and dreams that a real man would show her what had been missing in her life. As her eyes slowly opened as Damien's lips tentatively eased away from hers as if they could never get enough of her lush lips. She knew he was that man. "Damien, make love to me."

Her breathe filled her lungs to the brim as she felt his lips tracing along her skin. Her fingers held onto his arms as they sought out every inch of her skin in their quest to truly know the woman before him. Her heart throbbed in her heart as Damien kissed up the right side of her neck then along her trapezius. Amber felt a rush flooding her womb as Damien kissed along the tops of her breasts. A sinful moan escaped her lips as he explored every inch of her heavenly orbs.

"Yes," Amber purred low as his lips teased her right nipple then the left. Biting her lip, as Damien's middled finger danced along her velvety pink labia teasing her honey pot to no end. Amber had to fight back her orgasm from erupting, yet Damien tenderly rubbed her clitoris making that quite impossible. "Oh god! Yes brother! You're making me cum!" Amber yelled out as her womb sent a torrent of her juices down her canal. She could feel her slickness coating her thighs mixing with the hot water before seeking out the drain. "Ah fuck!" Amber gasped as two of his fingers penetrated her mound. She hugged her brother tightly for fear that her trembling muscles would refuse to support her. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Amber begged. She desperately wanted to coat those exploring fingers of his in her cream.

"I wasn't planning on it." Damien chuckled from around his sister's breast.

Amber braced her hands against the tile wall as she peered over her shower at her gorgeous brother. He had given her another two orgasm as he explored her body. Now as the hot water pounded on her back she eagerly presented her ass to him. Letting him see how her womanly mound waited for him to fill it with that hard tool of his. Sucking in a breathe, as she felt the head of his cock running through her saturated lips.

"Show your wife what she's been missing since she foolishly left your bed this morning," Amber cooed blowing Damien a kiss.​