Incest/Taboo Unbelievable

One week later...

John Masters tossed in his bed. His troubled mind tormenting him in his sleep as he thrashed about. His legs flailed as the orderlies dragged him through the hall. Trying desperately to free himself as he peered back to where they were taking him. Fear. The cold, unyielding, unrelenting fear washed over him knowing where they were taking him. His thirteen-year-old voice yelled for someone to help him. To save him from the madness that his parents threw him into. His head darted around as his ruckus caused the other patients to yell and pound on their locked padded doors. Yet nothing they did slowed down the men.

John squirmed in their arms as they lifted him onto the table. He knew he couldn't let them do this to him, he had seen what happened to those that came out of that room. He wasn't about to become some mindless, drooling puppet!

"Hey! He's just a kid!" the orderly huffed pushing the man off after his partner coldcocked John in the jaw. John was in a daze as the two men's forms were blurry before him.

"I don't fucking care if he is or isn't. He's a punk!" the man spat. Both men quieted down as they heard the soft soles of the doctor's footsteps approaching.

"Settle down you little shit! The doctor's going to take real good care of you," the man that punched him said as he shoved a mouth guard into his mouth.

"Good. Good. Now John, this might hurt, but it's for your own good," Dr. Mott said, nodding to the men to turn the generator on. A wicked smile spread across his lips as he pushed the two electrodes together allowing the spark to leap across the gap. Smacking John hard a few times on his left cheek as the mouth guard muffled his curses. "Don't fret, that soiled mind of yours will soon be a thing of the past," Dr. Mott said, as he pressed the electrodes to John's wet temples.

His body jerked and writhed on the table as the current passed through him. Losing control of his bladder, his urine running down the table and onto the floor as the doctor held the electrodes to his skull longer than it was required. "Buster?! Help me!" John cried out for his dear friend as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, white foam frothed at the corners of his mouth. Pleading with his friend over and over to save him as he succumbed to the treatment.

Within the darkness of his mind a pair of cold, dead, green eyes peered at him. Her bloody broken body splayed out, her blood spreading out from around her body as he stood frozen staring into those eyes.

"No!" Johnny screamed out as he jetted awake. His chest heaving, his heart racing, his body trembling as his mind tormented him.

"Johnny?!" Ray rushed into his brother's room. Soon followed by his sister, mother, brother, and all the rest as his scream had awakened them that late at night. "Bro, what's wrong?" he asked, only to be pushed aside by his sister. "Hey!" Ray hissed as he rubbed his arm where he had crashed into the dresser.

"Johnny? What's wrong?" Annie asked, lowering herself beside him. "Oh my god, you're shaking," she said, worriedly, looking at her parents.

"Alright everyone back to bed," Brandan said, clapping his hands. "You need us, you don't hesitate, alright?"

"Okay, Dad," Annie nodded. Shooting her mother a look, knowing what she has been doing with John behind everyone's back. "It's okay Johnny your home, your safe here, with us," she said, lovingly. Her hand softly brushing his hair wishing that he would open up to her, so she could help him like she had done when they were younger. "Tell me, what was the dream..." Her voice stilled as those cold eyes cut to her. "I only want to help. You know..."

"That's the point, I don't know you. I don't know any of you," Johnny muttered pulling his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. Pressing his head against his knees as he tried to make those memories go away.

"Oh Johnny," Annie sighed, draping her body along his side. Looking down as his arm slid in-between her 46DD breasts wishing she wasn't wearing the shirt she slept in so she could feel his skin against them. She couldn't help it, nor was she going to stop it as she felt her mound awakening being this close to her brother. "But you have to talk to someone Johnny, you can't keep this in. Can't you see how whatever it is, is hurting you so much trying to handle it all by yourself," Annie said, sweetly, as her chin rested on his shoulder. Seeing her mother standing in the hallway, listening through the crack of the door. Leaning back as John threw off his cover exposing that mound of soft flesh that laid beneath the cloth of his underwear to her. While she kept herself from biting her lip in want, that didn't stop her mouth from watering at the thought of how it would feel gliding through her mouth. "Johnny where are you going?" Annie asked, as John scooted off the bed.

"To talk to Buster," Johnny said, plainly.

"At this time of night?! Johnny talk to me, I'm right here! Let me help... you." Annie's voice died away as she felt a coldness coming off of him.

"You have no idea what they did to me, you have no idea the pain I went through, and you expect me to lay that all out for you?" Johnny asked, shaking his head at the foolish notion as his shirt slid down his chest.

"That's the point Johnny, I'll never know what they did to you, what they did to the sweet boy that I would play hide-n-seek with. That hid in my closet with me when we pretended to be astronauts," Annie said, walking on her knees towards him as his pajama pants rose along his legs. "The boy I gave my first kiss too," she whispered feeling her cheeks heat as she remembered that day.

It was a sunny summer day, Bill was lounging around in the living room hording the TV, while Ray was off with his friends. She and John were playing out in the backyard, enjoying the lazy afternoon waiting for their mother to come home. Buster nipping at their heels as he chased them. Listening to his panting as she dragged John behind the mulberry tree. There, as the golden rays of the sun filtered through the leaves, they kissed. It wasn't long, nor was it any good given neither one of them knew what they were doing. Yet to her she would always remember that it was John that she had first fallen in love with. She didn't know when Buster left them, how she wished she had kept a better eye on him, for it was the same day that she lost the brother she loved the most. Jumping in startlement as John's fist slammed into the wall.

"No alright! I don't remember a god damn thing! They took everything from me!" Johnny yelled; his shoulders heaved as the memories of her flooded his mind. The one that talked to him, made him laugh, made existing in that place somewhat bearable. Tears rimmed his eyes as her smile flashed across his face. "You don't know what they did to her," Johnny said weakly, as his back slid down his dresser, his hot tears running freely. Feeling like he had failed her all over again. The one friend he had made in that place and he couldn't save her.

"Johnny!" Katherine cried out as she came rushing into his room. "Oh baby! I'm here," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around her son. She had no idea who this 'her' was, but obviously she meant a great deal to him. "That's it baby, let it out, let it all out," Katherine said motherly, as she gently rubbed his back. Placing a kiss on the top of his head as he sobbed against her chest. Knowing that even if it was unintentional her baby had just revealed a key piece of information to what has paining him so much. "Annie fetch the first-aid kit," looking down at her son's bloody knuckles and the hole in the wall, "and tell your dad that he's going to need to stop by the hardware store for a patch for the wall."

"A-alright," Annie said, trying not to huff at how her mother had come butting in when it was her that was making headway with John. However, that flew out the window when she saw his right hand. She knew they had to take care of it before Johnny saw it.

"Dad said he'll take care of it in the morning," Annie said, as she walked back into her brother's room. "Don't look Johnny," she cooed sweetly. Seeing the blood running down in-between his knuckles, the sheet-rock powder dusting his hand as she set out to clean his wounds. "Squeeze my hand if it stings okay," Annie said, lovingly, going slow as ran the alcohol pad over the wounds. Hoping that it wouldn't get infected. A small smile graced her lips as John gave her hand a slight squeeze. Once she had it wrapped, she brought his hand to her lips, placing a very gentle kiss upon it. Knowing how this was the first intimate contact they've had since a week ago. Ever since she dried humped her brother in his chair John had been avoiding them. However, his mental wellbeing came before her own desire to be with her brother. She wanted to show him that she could take care of him. That she could be the one that he leaned one if he ever needed it. To help bring back the boy she had fallen in love with all those years ago.

"Now I..."

"I'm going to stay with you tonight," Annie said, cutting her mother off. Seeing the look, her mother shot her when she smirked. Telling her she knew all about her brother's endowment "Not this time mother. This time Johnny is going to let me have it... when its time," she thought to herself, sending off her own call to war to win access to her brother's cock. Taking hold of John's right arm thrusting his face into the valley of her cleavage. Feeling his tears soaking into her shirt and that was alright. At least he had opened up a tad bit, it was more than any of them knew a week ago. Noticing how her mother was silently fuming behind John's back. "Too slow," Annie mouthed.

"Okay, but Johnny, if you need me, I'm just down the hall," Katherine said, whispering into his ear. "Don't you dare hesitate to come and get me. You can even curl up to me like when you were just a toddler and I'll hold you tightly to my bosom just like I did then," she said, sweetly, into his ear. Her cheek twitched as Annie stuck her tongue out at her. Knowing her daughter had won this round, yet there would be more, and mother's always come out on top.

"It's okay Johnny, we don't have to sleep, you just rest your head right there," Annie said, gently stroking the back of his head as John tried to calm himself down. "Shh! It's going to be okay, I'm sure whomever this girl is she's in a better hospital..." Glancing down as John shook his head. "Johnny do you want to talk..."

"No," Johnny said, coldly. Cursing himself for the slip of the tongue. They didn't need to know about Julia, nor did they need to know how close they were; about as close as anyone could be in that place.

"Okay, I understand," pulling her brother closer, "she must have been special to you for you to be like this," Annie whispered. A tad jealous of whoever the girl was, when it was her that had a crush on him first. "Maybe... maybe someday, you'll look at me like you looked at her," she muttered as her hand gently rubbed his back.

Annie was awakened just a few minutes before dawn as she felt something rubbing against her right breast and something wet on her left one. A soft moan escaped her lips as John's left hand fondled her breast. Feeling her hard, wet nipple brushing against his tongue as he sucked on her left one. Her eyes fluttered; her thighs rubbed together feeling how wet she was. Wondering how long he had been doing this in his sleep. If she had known about this she would've slept in his bed long before now. Her back arched, her whimper filled his room as his lips tugged on that hard bud.

"Oh Johnny," Annie released a soft sigh, her mound quaked as she neared her peak. How she wanted to move that hand of his down and let his wandering hand do wonders on her wet cunt. However, she didn't want to stop him, nor did she want to wake him either. She figured if she did then Johnny would throw her out the moment he was awake. That wasn't something she wanted not when... "Yes Johnny, I'm going to cu..." Annie released a small squeak so not to disturb her brother.

Her breathing became heavy, her thighs trembled, her clit throbbed yearning for someone's lips sucking gently upon it. She had never came from someone sucking on her tits before, she had heard it was possible, yet she didn't think she would have experienced it from her little brother. Not that she was complaining mind you. Then everything went still, from his hand movements to the gentle sucking on her nipple. Annie held her breath as John's lips slowly eased off of her breast. "No Johnny." Annie's hand shot up covering his, keeping it against her right breast. "Feel how good it feels beneath your hand," Annie said, slowly rolling his hand along her orb. Feeling how her nipple rolled underneath the palm of his hand. Yet as much as she wanted her brother to continue the exploration of her body, it wasn't meant to be.

Lifting herself up by her left arm as her brother sat on the root of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his chin resting in the nook of his thumbs as John silently contemplated on what day it was. Her eyes went wide as the morning sun shone through his window struck his back perfectly allowing her to see the faint scars that were nearly faded.

"Johnny... what happened to you? Who did this to you?" Annie asked, her left hand ran up along one of the bigger scars she could see thanks to the sunlight.

"You don't want to know," Johnny said, indifferently.

"But I do Johnny, I really do," Annie said, moving closer to him. "They might have taken your memories from you," drawing him into a warm hug, "but they didn't take mine," she said, softly into his ear. "I am your sister, Johnny, and as your big sister it's my duty to take care of you. Now you go on, tell me who did this to you?" Her eyes darted to his open-door hearing footsteps approaching. Her brother Bill stood just out of sight of Johnny shooting her a look as to why she was still in his room. "Whatever it was can't hurt you anymore, you're safe here," Annie said, her hand rubbed his chest in a circular motion.

"An orderly," Johnny said matter-of-factly.

Her eyes glanced to her brother as he saw him holding up his hand motioning whomever was behind him to remain quiet. "What do you mean? An orderly did this to you?" Annie asked, confused. "I thought they were meant to..." Annie's blood grew cold at the chuckle her brother produced at her words.

"Yeah... help, that's what they did, right," Johnny said, sarcastically, breaking his sister's hold on him as he rose.

"John..."

"Get out, I'm done talking," Johnny said, coldly. Opening his closet door, knowing what day it was, and he had somewhere to be. How he hoped she could forgive him for being so weak. His hand hovered over the metal hanger, his mind flashing back to the time where he had been cuffed to the chain hanging from the ceiling. The snipping of the wire as the man fashioned his homemade whip. His screams of pain as the sharp metal dragged through his skin with every lash.

"Okay Johnny, but if you ever need to talk," Annie said, her smooth, silky legs moved along his comforter as she eased off his bed. Her unsupported breasts bounced as she approached her brother's back. "I'm always going to be here to listen," she said, sweetly, placing a kiss on his shoulder before leaving him.

"Mom? Dad?" Annie asked, once they all were in the kitchen minus John.

"Yeah?" They both answered as they made breakfast for their large family.

"When Johnny got out were you ever told..." Annie's voice stilled trying to gather her words without giving too much away that Johnny appeared to want to keep to himself.

"Told us what sweetheart?" Brandan asked, all night long he had wondered if his daughter had learned anything from his youngest son. Ever since his wife told him about what they did to his boy, his rage had been slowly burning at those that ran that place and the doctor that they first took John to that recommended the hospital. He knew he was going to have a very long talk with that old man. He just hoped it didn't end with him going to jail.

"Did he or anyone tell you what the orderlies there did to the patients?" Annie asked, helping to set the table. Seeing Bill's mood sour hearing about how those who were meant to help were just sadistic assholes masquerading as health professionals.

"Baby, it doesn't help to get so worked up," Ruth whispered lovingly into his ear.

"Thanks for tossing me aside last night sis," Ray said, hoping that little shove didn't displace any of John's things. He knew how John had to have certain things just a certain way in his room.

"Well, you shouldn't get in the way of a big sister trying to comfort her brother," Annie said, flashing her older brother a smirk.

"No, Johnny never talks about them, why?" Katherine asked, setting the plate of French toast on the table. Smiling at her children, loving the light teasing banter they always had.

"Did you or Dad learn anything about them yourselves?" Annie asked, carrying the pitcher of orange juice to the table.

"No," Brandan said, laying the fork down he was using to scramble the eggs. "What's this all about Annie?"

"They did something, I don't know what, but I saw the scars," Annie said, trying not to tear up as her lower lip trembled.

"Scars?! What scars?" Katherine asked, all eyes were on Annie waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"They're faint they have to be four or five years old, but they're there," Annie said, pointing at her back.

"Are you saying an orderly did that to him?!" Brandan asked, his anger finding its way into his words.

"Yes," Annie said, weakly, nodding her head.

"Did you get him to speak any more about this her..." Katherine's voice stilled as footsteps could be heard on the stairs. "Everyone don't mention a thing," Katherine whispered as John's sneakers came into view. Which was odd her son was never dressed this early on a Saturday. Noting how he was looking through his wallet, for what, she couldn't say. "Johnny?!" she called sweetly to him as she stood in the entrance way to the kitchen.

"Hmm?"

"Breakfast is almost ready, why don't you come join us," Katherine said, gesturing to the table behind her.

"I can't, I'll be late if I did," Johnny muttered.

"Late for what?" Katherine asked, blocking his path to the front door.

"Going to see a friend," Johnny said in a matter-of-fact tone. Knowing he had just enough for bus fare to and from the graveyard.

"Baby," reaching out, her hand ran down his arm before taking his hand into hers. "You know either one of us would be happy to take you wherever it is you want to go. Just come have breakfast beforehand, I don't want you walking around with an empty stomach," Katherine said, motherly.

"It's your favorite Johnny," Brandan said, sticking his head around the corner. "French toast, eggs, bacon." Smiling warmly as he heard his son's stomach rumbling.

"See. Its telling you: Feed me!" Katherine said, doing her best impression of Audrey II from Little Shop of Horrors. Seeing her son fighting back that little smirk of his, "Maybe, the John we used to know is still in there, just buried so deep that my little boy hasn't seen daylight for so long," she thought to herself. Pulling her son into a warm embrace, "I'm sorry you're hurting baby," Katherine whispered into his ear, "I promise you wherever you need to go, no questions asked, no snooping, or anything like that, okay?"

"Fine," Johnny sighed.

"Good," placing a kiss on John's forehead, "now get in there," Katherine said, swatting his butt.

"How's the hand?" Bill asked, nodding to John's right hand.

"Sore. I did punch a wall you know," Johnny said, his Adam's apple bobbed as Wanda and his sister patted the seat of the only chair free.

"Sit," Wanda said, warmly. Her light brown eyes slyly glanced down remembering the day she had barged into his room. Pondering on how she could see it again. After all Ray had brought her into this kind of family, and even allowed his father and brother to fuck her. So then, why couldn't she sample what the youngest brother had to offer? Noting how Annie too glanced at his manhood. She wondered if she truly knew what her little brother was packing in those jeans.

"So Johnny, who's this friend you're going to see? Is it someone we know from your school?" Brandan asked, spreading butter between his French toast.

"I don't have friends anymore," Johnny said, plunging his fork into two layers of toast.

"Why not? Surely you do have friends?" Wanda asked, gently bumping his shoulder.

"I don't," Johnny said, waving his sister off when he had enough eggs.

"Then maybe we can become friends, after all," slipping her hand into his lap, "we are all friends here aren't we?" Wanda asked, softly rubbing the inside of his thigh as she peered around the table. Shooting Ruth a look at how close she was to it, only to look down as John removed her hand.

"Sweetheart," taking a sip of her orange juice, "then who are you going to see if you don't have any?" Katherine asked, curious to know what was going on inside his head.

Feeling on edge as all eyes were on him, looking over at the microwave noting the time. If he hurried he could still make the bus. "I think I'd rather ride the bus after all," Johnny said, tossing his napkin onto the table.

"Sit down young man," Brandan said sternly. "I won't ask who you're going to see, but you will eat your breakfast with your family."

"It'll be okay, Johnny," Annie said, smiling warmly at him as her hand slipped into his. "Your friend isn't going anywhere, I'm sure whoever it is would want you to eat," she said, shooting him a questioning look. "Why is he blushing? Is it from me or...?!"

"Fine," Johnny grumbled.

"Hey Johnny," Bill muttered as he bit into his bacon, "how many ECT sessions did they give you?" he asked, silently sending the article that his professor wrote to his mother and father. That stated the dangers and the effects of it to their phones.

"Do what... oh you mean where they fried my brain with four hundred and fifty volts," pondering on how many times they dragged him to that room, "Two, why?" Johnny lied; in truth it was six. However, they didn't need to know the truth of how sadistic Dr. Mott was or the other doctors who were in that shit hole. Most of the cowards killed themselves when the police raided the hospital after one of the patients had managed to escape. He laughed madly as Dr. Mott was mowed down by the cops when he thought he could charge the police with a scalpel. Although he didn't see the killing shot he had to look away at the first sight of his blood. It took a while for all of them to get sorted and to ship off the ones that couldn't be released back into the public due to what got them sent there in the first place or of how damaged they had made them. He couldn't say life outside of the hospital was any kinder to him than when he was inside.

"No reason, just wondering," Bill said, offhandedly. "That's why he's apathetic and shows indifference to us," he typed out before sending his text to his parents.

"Uh-huh," Johnny muttered as he took a bite of his eggs. At least the food was better than the hospital's.

"John..." Her breath was caught in her throat as those green eyes of his glanced up at her. "Sorry, Johnny," Ruth corrected herself. If Wanda was telling the truth and she had no reason to doubt she wasn't speaking the truth when Wanda told her about how big he was. Then she had to have a look for herself, yet the question remained: how? "I want to apologize for the things I've said to you and about you. I honestly didn't understand what you went through and probably still are. I hope you can forgive me, if not for me, for Bill here. I know how much it would mean to him if you came to our wedding," Ruth said, trying to make amends. "You don't have to answer me right now, I know it will take time for you," she said, smiling at him as her hand slid into Bill's.

"Okay, this is getting too weird," Johnny muttered, "can I go now?" he asked, shooting his mother and father a look.

"Sure Johnny, just..."

"I don't mind taking him," Wanda said, cutting in. Hearing Annie softly giggle as Katherine was denied yet again.

"You sure?!" Ray asked, casting his brother a glance. Something was off with her for the past week. Ever since last week Wanda had been trying to include Johnny in pretty much everything they did - that included their own private time they allotted for their own sexual gratification.

"Yes Ray," Wanda nodded sternly. Seeing Ruth fuming silently from the other side of the table. "I'll make sure he gets there and back safely," she said, reassuringly.

"As long as you stay in the car I don't care," Johnny said, offhandedly, as he walked towards the front door.

"We'll be back as soon as he's ready I guess," Wanda said, blowing Ray a kiss. Her ass swayed and bounced as she hurried to collect her purse and Ray's car keys.

"Okay what do you mean this is why he's apathetic to us?" Brandan asked, pointing at the text his son sent him once Wanda and John had left.

"You all know what a lobotomy is, correct?" Bill asked, looking around the table.

"That's where they drill holes in your head, right?" Annie asked, her finger running along her lower lip. She knew she had to learn more about this. All so that she could help her brother, to help bring back that boy she so loved.

"On the patient's forehead or through the eyes," Bill nodded to his sister, "ECT is like a form of it, just like lobotomies. ECT damages the brain cutting off the frontal lobe to the rest of his brain..."

"What!" Katherine roared, her chair sliding backwards before falling to the floor in a loud clang. "Are you telling me they hurt my baby so badly that he may never recover?"

"Yes Mom," Bill nodded.

"Whoa! I got you Mom," Ray said, leaping from his seat as his mother's legs gave out.

"We need to have an MRI done on Johnny to see how much damage they did to his brain. I have a feeling he wasn't being truthful about the number of times they gave him that treatment," Bill said, how he wanted to find every one of those so-called doctors and beat the living tar out of them for what they did to his brother. Especially the one that preformed the ECT on his brother.

All jumped as Brandan's fist slammed into the table. "Wait until I get my hands on that bastard!" Brandan growled angrily. Praying his son could forgive him for ever trusting that man.

"Honey let's not do anything too hasty yet," Katherine said, her eyes darting to and fro wondering what else they had done to her son. "Bill?"

"Yeah Mom?"

"Can you access the records for that hospital?" Katherine asked, looking over at her oldest.

"Depends. Patient records are already under wraps so I can't."

"What about the ones that died? That's public information isn't it?" Katherine asked, her mind replaying last night. She had to find out who this 'her' was. At least this was something she could do to help her son to heal from.

"It should be," Bill said, scratching his head.

"Didn't I read something a while ago about them moving all the files to the county records office and them making the records public so the doctors could see which ones they could help and which ones they had to send off to somewhere else," Ruth stated looking at Bill.

"You're right, and I know my professors ID number he uses to check the records," Bill said, smacking his forehead. That he had forgotten all about that.

"Bill can you hook your laptop to the TV?" Annie asked, she wanted to see with her own eyes what exactly they did to her brother.

"Yeah, it'll take just a few minutes."

"Good, go get it while the rest of us clean up," Brandan said, eager to learn more about the boy who came home from that dark place.

"You sure this is the place you wanted to go?" Wanda asked, wondering why he would ever want to go to a graveyard.

"Yes," Johnny said, as he opened the passenger door. "Stay..."

"In the car, you got it," Wanda nodded. The warm sun light danced along her skin as her light pink lips curved into a smile. "Hey," taking hold of his arm by the nook of his elbow, "take as long as you need okay. I'm sure whomever you're visiting will be happy to know that you came. Oh!" she said, nearly forgetting the flowers she had bought for him. "Don't forget your flowers," reaching back, knowing how her breasts were brushing along his arm. Wondering if it would ignite that cock she had seen. "It'd be a shame for whomever it is not to see these pretty blooms," Wanda said, inhaling their fragrance. Her fingers lightly trailing along the back of his hand. Smiling mischievously at his back as she watched him walking along that grassy knoll.

Wanda peered down as her phone vibrated in the cup holder she had placed it in. "Hello?" Wanda wondered when Katherine would call her.

"Where did you take him?"

"Greenhills cemetery," Wanda stated, "why?"

"Greenhills?! Who or what could be there?" Katherine muttered pacing the kitchen. What they could find on John was limited to say the least, and all the five deaths that occurred there were all female most around her son's age, so it was hard to narrow down who this 'her' was since the articles never stated where they were buried. So then, who was her son visiting? Her hand moved the pictures she had printed out of the four girls that were around John's age back then. Sliding the photo of Julia Anders off to the side.

"I don't know, I promised him I'd stay in the car," Wanda said, worry began to bubble up thinking she had made the wrong choice.

"Good, good. That was a good call, we don't want to rush this, nor do I think Johnny would move an inch when you stood beside him. Obviously, this is very private for him," Katherine said in a soft sigh, only wishing her son would let her in.

"Maybe one of us can come back and see the name on the grave," Wanda said, knowing she had a perfect view of John.

"No. That would only make Johnny sink deeper into himself if we go prying into his personal life that he wants to keep hidden. When he's ready I'm sure he'll tell us... I hope."

"If you say so, this is still all new to me. Never knew someone like..." Wanda trailed off not knowing how to finish that sentence without seeming obtuse.

"Yeah... Johnny takes some time warming up too," Katherine admitted.

"I know what I'd like to warm up," Wanda said to herself.

"What's he doing now?" Katherine asked, inquisitively.

"He has his head bowed, is he... crying?!" Wanda wondered as she saw how his shoulders heaved slightly. "It looks like he's muttering I can't make out the first part, but the last part appears to be sorry over and over again. What could he be sorry for I wonder?"

"I would like to know too, but for now, Johnny wants to keep that to himself..."

"Question: What if this whomever it was were very close, maybe he even liked this person... I don't know I might be rambling here," Wanda muttered, fighting the urge to rush out of the car.

"That might be the most sensible thing I've heard. Okay, on another note you are joining us at the lake aren't you?"

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it!" Wanda said, excitedly.

"Okay, well we'll see you when the two of you get back... and Wanda?"

"Yes?"

"Don't push him, whatever you do, go really slow," Katherine warned before she hung up.

After fifteen minutes of sitting in the car, her mind replayed that image over and over. Causing her mound to moisten and her lips to swell slightly in her arousal. Quickly looking around thinking she could rub one out before John was done. Unbuttoning her mid-thigh high shorts, lowering the zipper exposing her light blue panties to the world.

Her hand moved beneath the thin cotton material as her finger danced along her labia. "Fuck me Johnny, fuck me with that big cock of yours," Wanda whispered in want. Gently rubbing her clit as her mind pictured John between her legs thrusting that hard cock of his deep into her hot, wet cunt. "Don't worry about Ray, he doesn't mind." Her eyes fluttered as her middle finger ran through her lips. "That's it, no need to be afraid, just enjoy how my... pussy feels." Wanda softly moaned as her finger slipped into her canal. Her light brown hair feathered out against the seat as she gave into her lustful dream. Her left hand balled her shirt, causing her shirt to detail her 32B breasts as her hips moved on their own. Unbeknownst to her John had chosen that particular time to finish his visit.

Yelping in surprise as the passenger door opened, "Johnny you scared the shit out of me!" Wanda said, trying to catch her breath.

"Umm..." Sticking his head into the opening of the door seeing where her right hand was. "Should I give you a minute or five," Johnny said, trying to keep his eyes on her face.

"Nah-uh," Wanda beckoned to him, "get in here, don't leave me alone."

"When you stop doing that," Johnny pointed at her crotch.

"You going to take the place of my hand?" Wanda asked, speeding up her movement hoping to get a rise out of something. "You have felt a woman's pussy before haven't you Johnny?" Biting her lip as she inched towards her apex. "Get in and close the door. Then you can touch it all you want. Johnny!" Wanda called out as Johnny began to shut the door. "You can't leave me out here all alone, what if I'm attacked?" she pouted. Seeing John glancing back to the spot he was once standing at, hanging his head releasing a sigh.

"I'm only getting in, so you aren't attacked while you do... that," Johnny said, pointing to her lap as he slid into the passenger seat.

"Johnny, I get it," Wanda said, her muscles trembling. "I get it, I really do. You don't know me; you don't know if you can trust me. But can't you see how willing I am to show you something so intimate?" Slowing her hand, she wanted John to be the one that got her to orgasm. Wanted him to see how good she looked as she came for him, so that in time he wouldn't be so apprehensive to her. "And doesn't it show you I'm willing to keep what you want private, private?" Wanda asked, nodding to whoever's grave he went to see. Her fingers skimmed along her mons venus, marking her dancefloor in her hot nectar. "Hey, it's okay," reaching over her hand covered his, "whoever it was must have been very special to you," she said, noting his red puffy eyes. "But would whomever it was want you to live in the past or move forward with your life?" Trying to keep the mood light so not to push him too fast. "So how about we help each other out, hmm?" Wanda asked, noting the bulge in his pants.

"What are you talking about?"

"Here," Wanda said, slowly bring his hand over the console. Guiding his hand along the cotton material if he wanted to touch her sex unhindered she would leave that up to him. "Can't you feel the heat of my pussy?" she asked, her middle finger ran his along her slit. Whimpering when she rolled the pad of his finger along her clit.

"Why are you doing this?" Johnny asked, feeling her panties getting wetter by the second. As much as he wanted to slide his hand out of her shorts the tightness of them kept that from happening with her firm grip on his hand.

"Well..." Breathing heavily as the naughtiness of the act fueling her arousal. "Ray and I have been going out for a long time, and he's allowed his father and brother to fuck me. I thought I should have a taste of the last man in his family, when you're ready of course. I'm not about to push myself on you, Johnny. I want you to see how good it will be once we reach that point," Wanda said, her voice quivering as her mound quaked. Her nipples cut into her shirt as her back arched. "Yes Johnny, right there, rub right there," she pleaded.

Johnny wasn't ignorant he had seen porn movies before. He was after all a teenage guy, and what teenager hasn't seen a porno before? He just didn't think a pussy could or would feel so warm and wet. He and Julia never got this far due to what was being done to her at the time before her death. Looking down his body as he felt his cock straining his pants. Hating this new medication, he was on.

"Oh Johnny! You're going to make me... cum!" Wanda howled, pressing the pad of his finger against her entrance so he could feel how her canal was quivering because of him. Her hazel eyes glanced over to him, their sultry gaze ran down his body as John's fingers ran up her labia as his hand slid out of her shorts. "Now," her chest heaved as her muscles trembled from her aftershocks, "how about I repay you, hmm?" She purred, her hand ran along his lap, caressing that hard cock she felt straining his jeans. Leaning over the console, resting her chin on his shoulder, her hand running up and down his steel rod. "You got me off, let me be the one that does the same for you," Wanda said, gently squeezing his cock.

"Relax, I promise you're going to enjoy this," Wanda whispered into his ear as she lowered the zipper of his pants. A primal purr rumbled in her throat as her fingers wrapped around his rod. Enjoying the feel of its heat on the palm of her hand as she eased his hard pole from the confines of his pants. "I understand you're hesitation Johnny," she said, feeling him tensing up as she slowly begun to jack him off. "Trust in me, let me show you I can be trusted to please this," Wanda said, her thumb kneading his crown. Watching how his left hand gripped his knee and his right squeezed the seat cushion.

A wicked smirk graced her lips as she teased his cock for over ten minutes. Bringing him to the edge only to back off over and over again. All so, she could get the biggest load those balls of his could store. She wanted it all to fill her mouth. She wanted to feast on his hot cum. To feel it sliding down her throat, warming her stomach until the time she could feel it filling her womb and cunt.

"I know you're close Johnny," Wanda whispered. Her hot breathe in his ear as she felt his cock twitching in her hand. "I don't want Ray's car to be stained with your cum, so I'm going to put it in my mouth, okay?" Leaning over, her mouth watered as his one-eye monster stared up at her. How she was going to love the feel of his cock in her mouth. Taking only his head into her mouth, she didn't want to frighten him with swallowing all of him in one go. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as the first rope of his cum struck the back of her throat. Her cheeks puffed out by the sheer volume of it. Swallowing quickly, feeling some of it leaking out as she did. "Not on my watch!" Wanda said to herself, sinking down his length gathering up every loss drop that had escaped her ravenous mouth. "Sorry about that Johnny, I just didn't want it to stain your pants," Wanda said, running her finger along her lower lip gathering what she failed to swallow. "God, I can't wait to sit on it," she said to herself, as she sucked on her finger, staring at his cock loving how her saliva coated it. Knowing how good it would feel as it filled her pussy unlike the rest of the male members of his family.​