Incest/Taboo Unbelievable

"Right..." Johnny drew out the word. He did have to admit, if only to himself, her mouth did feel nice.

"Maybe... you'll let me do it again," Wanda said, flashing him a smile as she started the car.

"Johnny is that you?" Katherine called out as she heard the front door opening.

"Yeah," Johnny retorted. Arching an eyebrow as Wanda took Ruth by the hand once she entered his home behind him leading her off somewhere. Walking into the kitchen, John wasn't prepared to see her face greeting him. Tentatively taking the sheet of paper off the table. His hands trembled as his fingers moved down her face. Her smile, her laughter, the way her sweet soft voice would always reassure him after one of the orderlies had his sadistic fun. He thought he was all cried out since he left her grave, it appeared he was wrong.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Katherine asked, hearing his tears hitting the paper.

"Why do you have this?" Johnny asked, with a shaky voice. Peering at his mother through watery eyes. "Why do you have a picture of her?!" His voice rising causing those within the house to make their way towards the kitchen.

"Johnny, I can explain," Katherine said, in a calm tone. "After what happened last night," her heart shuddered as her son took a step back and another as she tried to approach him. "I was curious to who this 'her' was, I promise that was all it was baby. I just want to take care of you," Katherine said, conveying the love she had for him in her words.

"Johnny, son," Brandan said, as he stood at his wife's side. His hand slipping into hers as Johnny began to beat his hands against the side of his head. Listening to his son mutter 'No, no, no' as he dropped to his knees. Brandan fought the urge to go to his son's side when it appeared to him that John's mind was assaulting him with something that happened in that place.

"Johnny," Annie said, her hand reached out to her brother.

"Don't touch me!" John yelled. Julia's screams echoed in his mind as he scurried back into the corner of where the counter and the door to the side yard met. Pulling his legs to his chest, pressing his forehead to his knees, rocking himself as he stared down at her picture.

"Johnny," Bill said, moving past his parents and sister, turning the kitchen chair around. Hoping what he has learned from his long studies was going to help to get his brother to open up. "Tell us what she is to you?" he asked, pointing at the paper as he sat down in the chair.

"Why didn't you believe me?!" Johnny asked, tears streaming down his cheeks as he stared at his parents ignoring his brother's question. "Why didn't you listen?!"

"We're listening now," Brandan said, his back slid down the wall as he lowered himself to the floor to sit in front of his son.

"Johnny we're sorry, truly we are, if I could go back and change everything that happened I would," Katherine said, sweetly, lowering herself to the floor beside her husband. Seeing the rest of them filing into the kitchen from the corner of her eye. "Please, we just want to know who she is... or was to you," she said, tenderly, reaching lighting touching John's left forearm.

"She's my friend," Johnny whispered. Wiping off his tears so it wouldn't ruin the paper. This was the first time in three years he had seen her face that wasn't haunting his dreams.

"What happened to her?" Bill asked, hoping that his brother's emotional state would get him to open up. Knowing that John had to get this off his chest, had to get this hurt out in the open so he could begin to heal. Looking behind him as Ruth's hands rested on his shoulders.

"She..."

"Go on Johnny, we're here," Brandan said, squeezing his wife's hand. Trying not to tear up as he saw the pain in his youngest son's eyes.

"She died."

"How Johnny?" Bill asked, prodding his brother on.

"She killed herself."

"Why Johnny, why would she do that?" Bill asked, raising a hand when his mother shot him a look.

"Because they were hurting her."

"Hurting her how baby?" Katherine asked, fighting the urge to wrap him in her arms. Biting her lip as John turned his head, resting his cheek on his knees looking at the wall. It felt like eternity as silence filled her kitchen as they waited for John to continue. Until they heard John release a sigh as they all waited on eggshells.

"Every night-every night I would listen to their screams. Screams of the orderlies raping them. I would hear her screaming from my cell as they forced themselves on her. I tried, I tried to help... but I was weak... and you failed to listen, failed to see," Johnny said, his eyes cutting hard to his parents. "She was the only one I could rely on in that hell. My only friend I had in that nightmare you threw me into. After I found her there in the courtyard... I was alone. Always alone," he muttered, curling himself tighter into a ball. Wishing he could just will himself out of existence. Wishing he had been stronger, wishing he could have found a way to open that door and make that man pay for what he did to his friend.

"Johnny, son," Brandan said, laying his hand on John's arm. "Don't you see you aren't alone."

"Baby, we know you're hurting, but don't you see it isn't your fault. What those men did to you, to your friend, is vile. I hope they got the fate they deserved. I know we failed you, failed to see what they were doing to you. I can't apologized enough for that. But we're here now, can't you see it in your heart to let us try to help you. To see if we can't help you heal from this pain," Katherine said, her hand slipped into his. Hoping he could see the truth of her words in her eyes as he peered over his knees.

"Johnny," Annie said, sweetly, lowering herself to the floor beside him. "What was her name?" she asked, even though she already knew it. The five women they had found that died ran through her mind ever since he's been gone. Wondering what they had gone through as those five names ran through her mind. How it pained her heart to see her brother in so much pain at the loss.

"Julia Anders."

"Were the two of you more than friends?" Annie asked, her thumb brushed through his hair as John nodded against his knees. A little jealous of the girl that she got to be his girlfriend when she wanted to be his first and last girlfriend he would ever need.

Bill nodded to his parents, brother, Wanda, and his girlfriend. Leaving Annie with John knowing she had a better rapport with him than they did at the time. Rolling the doors of the den closed once they were all inside.

"My god! No wonder he hates us!" Brandan said, throwing his arms in the air. "I would too if every night I had to listen to them violating the girl I was with," he said, sinking down onto the couch. His face fell into his hands, silently weeping at the pain he had unintentionally caused his own son.

"It's not only that Dad," Bill said, turning to face his parents as his mother rubbed his father's back.

"What do you mean Bill?" Ruth asked, slyly shooting Wanda a hateful glance. She had to get her own peek at what John was sporting. She had to touch it, if Wanda wasn't lying to her about how his cock tasted. In this she didn't have a reason to believe that she was, not with the way she described how his cock felt in her hand and in her mouth.

"Johnny has severe abandonment issues, and rightly so," Bill said, shooting his parents a look. "And him finding this girl, and what they were doing to her might have shattered his psyche. If we want to show him that we truly do care then someone always has to be with him. To show him, though we might have let him down in the past, we won't, not now, not ever again," he said, sternly.

"I can do that," Ruth nodded, smiling inwardly knowing this would give her an 'in'.

"So can I," Wanda chimed in.

"Bill, can you imagine all that blood?" Ray asked, hinting at his brother's phobia. Looking over at Wanda as she whispered something in his ear. Giving her a look like she had gone insane.

"I know, to not only to be the one that found her, but to see all that blood..." Jumping when the doors were thrown open. Breathing out a sigh as Annie stood in the doorway.

"He went to his room. I don't think he's going to want to do a whole lot with anyone for a while," Annie said, looking around the room.

"I'm going to go check on him," Brandan said, rising from his seat.

"I'm coming too," Katherine said, knowing her son needed her now more than ever. "Order some pizzas for lunch when it gets time," she said, looking back at her oldest child who nodded. "Make sure you get one that Johnny likes."

"Sure Mom."

A knock came upon John's door a few minutes later...

"Johnny can we come in?" Katherine's voice filtered through the door.

"Who's we?" Johnny called back.

"Your father and I," Katherine said, pressing her ear to the door listening to how he was sniffling. Feeling her husband's hand rubbing her back as Brandan saw the look in her eyes.

"I guess," Johnny muttered.

"Hey buddy," Brandan said, seeing his son curled in a fetal position on his bed. Wondering what he could talk to his son about to get his mind off of that girl and what was done to her. Sinking into John's desk chair, seeing the box of comics sitting perpendicular to his bed. "Hey, I remember this comic. I got this for you when you were ten. Don't know how you can stand Wally West, I myself liked Barry Allen better as the Flash," Brandan said, his eyes scanning the cover through the plastic sheath. Glancing over at his wife as she sat on the corner of his bed.

"What?!" Johnny said in surprise. "You know about Barry Allen?" he asked, rolling over to look at his father.

"Of course, I do. I was a kid once you know," Brandan teased. "Although, it was a shame on how they killed him off."

"I know, it was stupid," Johnny agreed. It was because of that Wally West stepped into the role of the Flash and that crisis gave rise to the 'New 52' years later. "Bart Allen is my second favorite one."

"Isn't he the one that looks like Hermes?" Brandan asked, peering at his son as he nodded. Noticing the small smile on his son's lips. "Whoa! What's this?! They didn't have comics like this when I was a kid," he whistled as his eyes ran down Lady Death 'Fantasies' issue cover. "Damn I might just have to raid my son's room." Chuckling at the thought as he stared at the pale areolas of the female character. Showing Katherine the cover, who gasped in shock.

"Johnny! You didn't tell me you had such risqué comics!" Katherine said, playfully slapping his leg.

"What she's hot," Johnny said, not making any excuses. Seeing his father nod in agreement.

"Baby, I know how much she meant to you. I get that, but I don't think she would want you shutting yourself off to those around you. It's okay to cry, to morn her, to always keep her in your heart; but would she want you to punish yourself for something you couldn't control?" Katherine asked, gently rubbing his leg.

"Johnny." Brandan leaned forward as he saw his son starting to sink back into himself. "I can't imagine what the two of you went through. What the two of you had to face when the adults wouldn't listen," he said, glancing at his wife. "Trust me when I say this, I feel like a failure of a father for not seeing it," Brandan said, seeing his son's eyes zeroing in on him as he said those words. "I can see why you wouldn't want to tell us any of this. Given..." His thumb brushed along the back of his son's hand thinking he didn't need to say how much they had failed him. John already knew that. "And I can see why you would want to lose yourself in these comics. So, these heroes can save you when we didn't," Brandan said, even if he was the one saying the words it still hurt nonetheless. How could he have not seen it? How could he have so easily overlooked everything? "Now you let me know if there's anyone that you really want, and I'll scour the stores and online if I have to."

"That reminds me," Katherine said, cutting in, with everything that had happen it had completely slipped her mind. "You remember me asking you about getting comics that you and I would enjoy?" she asked, hoping that he hadn't forgotten. All last week while she was at work she had surfed the web for the kinds of comics that she wanted to share with John to show it was okay to enjoy 'family love'; and after her third day of searching she had finally found a store that sold physical copies of them instead of the ones she found on the web.

"Yeah," Johnny answered watching his father looking through his comics. Wondering which kind, he liked when he was a kid.

"What?! They killed Superman?!" Brandan said nearly shouting.

"Oh yeah, it was a big thing," Johnny said, peering over the edge of the bed, seeing his father looking at the cover for the cyborg-superman. "Here, this is where he fights Doomsday," he said, pulling out the thick comic.

"Doomsday?!" Brandan asked, confused.

"Other than Shazam, he's the only one that could go toe to toe with Superman," Johnny said, handing the comic over to his father.

"You don't mind?" Brandan asked, waiting for his son's permission before he went tearing open the sheath.

"No, go ahead."

"Thanks Johnny..."

"Wait, you'll need the rest to understand," Johnny said, digging through the box, pulling out the comics that went along with it.

"I'm going to need a more comfortable chair," Brandan chuckled as his son loaded him down. "I'll take care of them, I promise," he said, smiling at his son as John nodded. Winking at his wife as he left the room for the comfort of his recliner. He was interested in how they killed Superman, and if his son was into it, he wasn't going to harm John's interest; and he thought or, at least hoped, this would bring the two of them closer like they were before that place took his son away.

"So, what do you say? Want to go shopping with me after lunch?" Katherine asked, smiling warmly at her son.

"What kind are they?"

"Witches, magic, demons, that sort of thing. I figured you would like them since," Katherine said, waving to his box of comics.

"I... guess I can give them a shot," Johnny said, sitting up.

"Good," Katherine said, she just didn't mention that they were filled with sex between family members. Gently bringing John into a hug, "I am sorry about Julia, Johnny. I'm sorry you had to deal with her death all by yourself. However, now that we know, at least try to allow us to help you carry the grief," she whispered lovingly. Hoping he would enjoy them as she did with the little peek she had of them, and she hoped it would help to bring him deeper into their own family love situation. Feeling her son's skin heating as she placed a sweet lingering kiss on his forehead. "Now... do you feel up to telling me what this Julia was like?"

"Mom?!" Johnny's voice rose as he stared at the front of the adult store. This was not where he thought his mother was going to be taking him. His eyes running over the store front noting the XXX signs, the images of sex toys, and a certain thing called a glory hole - something that he didn't want to know what it truly was.

"What?!" Lightly chuckling at her son's shocked expression. "I did say we were going to get comics that you and I would enjoy," Katherine said, reaching over, her hand softly rubbing up and down his knee. "Now come on, shopping awaits!" she said, excitedly. "I wonder if I can talk him into one of the glory hole rooms. I don't think I can wait any longer," Katherine thought to herself. She knew with all the sexually explicit material in there it was bound to get a rise out of her son.

Looping her arm around his as they walked towards the front door. Seeing John's face becoming bright red as they entered the shop as they were greeted by a rubberized lower half of a woman's body. Wondering if she should buy it for him so he could practice. Thanking the woman behind the sales counter once she pointed the way to where they stored their comics. Giggling behind her hand as John lowered his head, his eyes on the tops of his feet as they walked through the store.

"Look at this Johnny," Katherine whispered pointing at the DVD of the black woman getting doggied from behind. "That looks fun don't you think?" she asked, she didn't know her son's face could get any redder than it already was, clearly she was wrong. Leaning in, her lips brushing against his ear, "It's really fun Johnny. Maybe someday you'll find out," Katherine purred, before quickly adding to herself. "You my boy will soon find out if that cock makes an appearance."

"And here we are," Katherine said, pulling John to a stop in front of the rows of comics that dealt in various genres. However, the ones she was looking for was written and illustrated by a man named Damien Sol.

"Mom?" Johnny's voice shook as he eyed the racy covers. Instantly he had no interest in those. Knowing they catered to the sex more than to the art of the comic style.

"Oh, these aren't the ones we're here for," Katherine said, lighting patting his arm. "Ah. There they are," her voice was light and chipper as she moved past him. Looking down as something brushed against her leg, softly biting her lip as she saw the tent in his jeans. "Mmm... mama is definitely going to take care of that. He just won't have a clue what's going on. I do hate to do this to him, but I need it," Katherine said to herself. Remembering the times, she had fantasized about riding it when she was either fucking her husband or her other sons. Taking John by the hand, leading him towards the rows of his comics that lined the shelves. "See, baby, these are more to your liking aren't they?" Katherine stated as they gazed at the cover for Family Secrets, New Orleans, and Porn Star Family.

"Mom? You really want to read these with me?" Johnny asked, his voice cracking as he flipped through the graphic novel. Feeling his cock flexing against his jeans.

"So cute when he's flustered," Katherine thought to herself. Her 32D breasts pancaked out as she pressed them against his back. Resting her chin on his left shoulder as she peered over his shoulder. "Mmmhmm. I thought these would help the two of us bond. See, the storyline is good, and so are the illustrations," she said, her finger running down the page as the female character name Kelly was teasing her brother on her aunt's couch. "I wonder what happened to the mother?" Watching her son flipping back to the beginning.

"Says here she died," Johnny said, quickly scanning the intro.

"The poor dear," Katherine cooed snuggling closer to her son. "So, do you think you will like it?" she asked, her eyes dipping low, biting the inside of her cheek as his cock called to her.

"I don't know... it seems kind..."

"Kind of what baby?" Katherine purred hungrily into his ear as her hand wrapped around that tented pole. "Surely, you aren't getting aroused by it?" Her hand teasingly kneaded his head through his jeans. "Because if you are, you know I'll be more than happy to take care of it for you baby." Her words dripped with the desire to have her son. To be the one that helped, to be the bridge that spanned the gap of the pain that he had fallen into. "See if you like the sequel to it?"

"Holy!" Johnny's eyes bulged out as he flipped a few pages into New Orleans as his eyes studied Kelly and Charlotte making out in the shower.

"Oh, I do believe you like it," Katherine teased as she felt his cock swelling in her hand. This was exactly what she hoped would happen when she showed him these comics; and she hoped that would bring them closer once again. How she missed her little boy. Missed that warm smile of his as he would come running into the house being chased by Annie. Those bright eyes staring up at her whenever he held up something he had created just for her. The way his arms would wrap around her. How his head would rest against her stomach as she held him tight. "Let's check this one out," Katherine said, reaching for the Porn Star Family graphic novel. "Oh, the mom is hot," she said, rubbing her breasts against his back. Her cheek brushing against his as John turned the page and then another. Feeling how her slickness was soaking her panties. Smirking as John turned the comic sideways as he stared at the Ira character drill pressing his mother at a porno shoot. "So, what do you think baby, should we get all three?" Katherine asked, feeling the heat of his rod soaking through his jeans.

"Where's the next one?" Johnny asked, his interest pegged. Looking around when he flipped to the end only to see it was to be continued, yet he couldn't find the sequel to it.

"Well, let's find out if it's out yet," Katherine said, reaching into her purse, pulling out her phone. She had bookmarked the author's website in case on the off-chance Johnny would like his work. Letting him watch as she scrolled down the page. "Oh. It seems it won't be out for another month," she said, a little saddened when she couldn't have some more time between the two of them.

"Does he have pre-order?" Johnny asked, he like the way this Damien Sol illustrated his comics it reminded him of Todd McFarlane.

"It seems he does," Katherine mused, once they delved deeper into the man's website. "Does that mean that you like them and want to read them with me?" she asked, peering out of the corner of her eye as John nodded. Listening to him huff as she hugged him tightly, unexpectedly. "Maybe we can get his other ones down the road, although they aren't like these," Katherine said, tapping the cover of the comic he held in his hand. "But I like them, so maybe you'll like them too, hmm?" she hummed gently rubbed her cheek against his. "So, do you want to get one or..."

"All three," Johnny stated, taking Family Secrets and its sequel from the shelf.

"Okay, all three it is," Katherine nodded sternly. "Now how about we take care of this, hmm?"

"Like... right here?" Johnny asked, his voice quivered.

"No silly," Katherine giggled softly. "At the glory hole," she whispered wantonly in his ear.

"The what?!" Johnny asked, he read the sign, yet that didn't mean he actually knew what it meant.

"Come I'll show you," Katherine said, a seductive smile spread across her lips as she lead him deeper into the store. She couldn't wait for the day that those green eyes would gaze lewdly at her ass like her other boys did. Inserting a dollar bill into the token exchange machine. Taking the silvery coins from the tray, leading John to room three, one of the few that wasn't in use. "It's going to be okay Johnny," Katherine said, reassuringly, as they walked down the hallway. When she felt him trembling beneath her touch. "I'm not going to leave you, okay?"

Looking back as a loud thump sounded behind her as she opened the room. Seeing John pressed tightly to the wall. His eyes darting back and forth, fear burning bright within them as he pressed the comics tightly to his chest. His chest heaving rapidly on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Johnny, breathe, tell me what's wrong?" Katherine asked, stepping in front of the doorway, blocking her son's view of the room. All John would do was point with a shaky finger at the room behind her. "Tell me baby, what frightens you so much about it?" she asked, trying to understand the root of his fear.

"It's just as big as that room," Johnny said, in a low whisper. Remember the long days and equally long cold nights they threw him into with no light, no toilet, no water, and only a single hole where they would shove his food through. How he had to curl himself into a ball and shiver until morning to keep himself warm. A single tear dangled on his eyelash as he recounted the first time he got out of that hole of a room. How Julia had wrapped him in her arms telling him it was going to be alright. He had no clue how she could have been so strong given what they were doing to her.

Katherine peered back into the room. Her eyebrow twitched as a finger poked through the hole beckoning them to enter. "Johnny what do you mean: as big as that room?" Katherine asked, trying to understand what they had truly done to her son.

"They... they had this room. Once a month, a day, a week, longer I would be in there," Johnny said, his lip trembling, his chest tightening remembering how he had memorized the layout of that room by touch alone. "Shivering from the cold and hunger as they would laugh behind the door as they would set a tray of food down just out of reach and turn on a fan to blow the smell of whatever they brought to torment me. To taunt me to say whatever they wanted for a measly crumb." Unconsciously jumping as the sound of the cover of the food slot banged against the door in his mind.

"Oh baby," Katherine muttered. Quickly shutting the door, so it wouldn't dredge up any more of those haunting memories. "What did they do to you?!" Throwing her arms around his neck, her question didn't require an answer. She knew whatever he told them would never truly articulate what he had gone through under the care of doctors' they had entrusted her son's welfare to. "It's okay, we don't have to go in. How about we pay for the comics and head home, alright?" Katherine asked, feeling his nod against her shoulder. Knowing she would have to make sure everyone knew never to put him in such a small space.

While she wanted him to speak about his time in there, just not dredging up the fear she saw in her eyes. "I can never apologize enough Johnny. I should have listened to you. I should have... done so many things," she muttered, sniffling as she held her son tightly. She was never again going to entrust her son to another hospital, at least not without doing her own research on the place and not relying on the doctor's word that it was the best place for him like they had done with that old man. Her lip trembled as her own tears reamed her eyes as she placed a kiss on John's forehead. "Come," her hands rubbed up and down along his biceps, "let's go home," Katherine said, setting her resolve that her home would become a place John could feel safe from the world and his troubled mind.

"Johnny!" Annie called out her raven hair flew about. Her breasts bounced wildly even with the support of her bra as she ran with arms outstretched towards him. Giggling madly as she held him tightly to her body, listening to the plastic bag swaying and bumping against his leg. Hoping that he would enjoy the present they all had worked so hard on while he and their mother was away.

"Hey buddy, everything okay?" Brandan asked, seeing the look in his son's eyes.

"I'll be back sweetheart; I just need a minute with your father. Don't start without me okay?" Katherine said, lovingly, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"I wonder what that's all about?" Annie mused as their mother lead their father deep into the kitchen.

"Yeah bro," Ray said, warmly, giving his brother a small wave from the couch in the den.

"Everything alright?" Bill asked, seeing the shadows playing across his brother's eyes.

"Yeah," Johnny said, weakly, bowing his head.

"Hey," Annie whispered, tilting his chin up so he could look into her eyes. "We have a surprise for you. Would like to see it?" she asked, hoping this would bring him out of whatever it was that had him down.

"Surprise?!" Johnny asked, skeptically, in his experience surprises weren't a good thing.

"Mmmhmm," Annie nodded, her fingers trailed down his arms before taking hold of his hands. Wondering what was in the black plastic bag. "Come on, let me show it to you," she said, smiling lovingly. Causing Bill to shut the TV off gesturing for the others to follow after.

"What?! They did what to Johnny?!" Brandan roared in anger as his wife told him what had happened at the adult store. "Those fucking bastards!" The sound of the chair crashing against the wall resounded from the kitchen. "They better be glad their either in prison or dead! Oh baby, don't cry," he muttered softly as he consoled his wife.

"Johnny what...?" Annie began to ask, biting her lip as John shook his head. "Okay, I understand," gently squeezing his hands, "but I'm not going anywhere. When you need or want to talk I'll always be here to listen," she said, seeing her brothers nodding in support.

"Come, let's see what we got in store for you," Ray said, smiling at his brother as he place his hand on John's right shoulder.

"What..."

"Shh! You'll see," Annie said, placing her finger on his lips. Slipping her right hand into his left, their fingers interweaving together loving that feeling. Knowing that was how it was meant to be before all of this. Leading him past the staircase turning right as they rounded the post of the banister, down the hallway to the room their father used as an office.

John stared wide eyed as he stood in the doorway. Blinking rapidly ensuring himself it wasn't imaginary as he stared at his belongings in the exact layout and in the same positions they once were in his old room... just with far larger space to move about. His hand slipped out of his sister's as he stepped into the room. Looking around, smiling as he tapped Buster's photo three times before running his thumb down the edge of the frame. Looking over at the doorway when Ruth asked why he did that. Not in a berating manner just a general curiosity.

"So Johnny, care to enlighten us?" Bill asked, as he stood behind his sister, feeling the hallway becoming crowded as they all clustered in the doorway.

"I don't know," Johnny shrugged, "why does Ray scratch his butt after he farts, or when you shake your leg when you pee, I just do." Looking away when Annie, Ruth, and Wanda giggled feeling his cheeks heating.

"Why are you watching me pee?"

"Trust me I'm not, you have a habit of leaving the bathroom door open," John said, pulling out his wallet, lining it up with the edge of the dresser. His change jingled in his hand as he pulled it from it from his pocket.

"Hey Johnny," Wanda asked, pressing her body against the wall as she peered around the doorframe. Now she knew why it appeared he was muttering sorry at the graveyard, and how it pained her to hear what he had to live through all on his own.

"Hmm?"

"What do you do with that change?" Wanda asked, seeing how it wasn't there when they moved his things down from the second floor. It was thanks to Annie's massive amounts of photos she took that they were able to recreate the way he had it.

"Nothing," Johnny stated.

"Then why..." Ruth begun to ask.

"It's what I had on me when Buster died," Johnny said, looking over at her. Wondering why she was acting so nice to him so suddenly.

"So, it's your way of remembering him?!" Ruth asked, confused.

"Sort of," Johnny admitted. "It reminds me of a time before everything was taken from me."

"But Johnny, not everything," Annie said, stepping into his new room. "You still have me, they can't take me away from you," she said, sweetly, stepping up to his side as he lined up his change. "No one ever will," Annie said, hugging him tightly. Really curious to what was inside the bag that he had yet to lay down. It felt too big to be simple comics.

"So... why did Dad give up this place?" Johnny asked, a smile appeared on his lips as they had stacked his comics just how it was on his desk in his old room. Setting the bag down on it as he looked to his siblings.

"Well, Dad hardly uses his office since his promotion, and when he does he doesn't need all this space," Bill said, as his and Ray's girlfriends moved into the room. "Which is why he gave you his computer so you can do... whatever you need to do on it instead of that outdated one," he said, pointing at the flat screen monitor that sat at an angle on the rear left corner of the desk.

"And look," opening his closet, "all your clothes and boxes are just how you had them," Ruth said, waving him over. "I know it's bigger than your old one, I'm sure me and Wanda wouldn't mind taking you shopping for some more," she said, her hand gently rubbing his back. Wondering if he would like the surprise she planted in one of the boxes for him. Slipping a folded piece of paper into his pocket without anyone noticing. Seeing Bill smiling at her seeing her trying to get along with him. She knew he was going to fuck her hard tonight, yet what Bill didn't know was she was going to be thinking of what John's own manhood would feel like deep inside of her.

"Although you'll still have to use the bathroom upstairs with the rest of us," Ray said, shooting his brother a smirk.

"Well, it's better than getting blasted with a firehose," Johnny muttered as he looked through his drawers to ensure everything was in its place. "At least the lice powder used here doesn't sting the eyes and skin," he said, pushing his socks to the side. His fingers running down the braided cord Julia had made a few days before her death. He wasn't religious in any way given what was done to him. God had no place in that Hell. However, he did hope he could see her again. To see that beautiful smile again, and he hoped the pain he had seen for so long was now gone from her eyes.

"Let's give Johnny some time to get use to his new room," Bill said, gently squeezing his brother's shoulder. "You are going to come with us to the lake right?"

"Is it that time?" Johnny asked, knowing how they would always go to the lake a few hours north once the weather had warmed up enough to enjoy the gentle waters of Lake Hoplite.

"Yep, I hear Ms. Ginsburg lost a lot of weight over the year," Ray whispered to his brother. Remembering the days when they were younger that they would spy on her from within the tree line as she sunbathed on the float of her dock.

"Johnny!" Katherine sweetly called out to him.

Annie lingered behind, once her brothers were out of the room. Her hands gently held his face, her eyes studied his as she leaned in. She hoped with this a flash of his forgotten memory would flare to life, so that he could hopefully remember what the two of them shared. Her arms moved to wrap around his neck, her fingers weaving through his hair, her tongue rolling in his mouth to show him just how much she had changed since their first kiss.

"Sorry Johnny, I just wanted to show you what we had before..." Annie's voice trailed off not wishing to bring up Buster's death. Her cheeks heating as she still felt the velvety touch of his lips on hers. The clearing of a throat startled her as their mother stood in his doorway.

"Annie, your father needs you," Katherine said, she wanted the first kiss to be hers. Her white t-shirt allowed her areolas to slightly bleed through, her boy shorts hugged her hips. She wanted easy access to her peach while they read those comics together.

"I'll see you later," Annie said, her thumb brushing along John's cheek hoping he enjoyed their kiss, because she so wanted to spend the nights in his arms tasting those lips.

"So, do you like your new room?" Katherine asked, as she closed the door. When Brandan told her what they had done while they were away and what she had seen and what he told her. She couldn't have been more thankful to her husband's forethought.

"It's... big," Johnny said, looking around, not feeling the tightness in his chest when it didn't feel like the walls were closing in on him.

"I know... so much room... to do things," Katherine said, allowing her innuendo to hang in the air. Her hand slipped into his, squeezing it softly to reassure her son nothing was ever going to happen to him not when she was around. Never again - never again was he ever going to suffer alone when she failed to see the pain he was in. "We have some time before the neighbors come over for the cookout. How about we start on one?" Katherine gestured to the bag on his desk.

"O-okay," Johnny stuttered remembering how his mother stroked him as he stood before the rack of comics. Although he couldn't say everything between them was forgiven, and he had no idea how to deal with what he felt whenever his mother and sister touched his manhood. That being said, John couldn't deny he did like the feel of it, however strange that was.

"Oh?! I think Annie would like this one," Katherine said, a smirk graced her lips as she leaned against her son as they rested against the wall while sitting on his bed. "To think she had to put her brother under a spell to suck his cock," she said, seeing his cheeks starting to redden. Slyly rubbing her thighs together, feeling her dew beginning to gather being that close to her son. "Well, isn't she a little minx." Katherine giggled as Samuel ate his sister against her bedroom door. "This too I think Annie would like to experience," she said, lightly bumping John's shoulder. "I can tell you; her little pussy is nice... and sweet," Katherine purred into his ear seductively.

"Huh?! Turning back time, what I wouldn't give to be ten years younger," Katherine commented as Charlotte first began the spell. Glancing at her son, wondering if he would go for what they were doing in the comic. Not the magic, but the sexual position. How her mound yearned to feel his mouth on it. To know what that tongue of his felt like as it ran through her labia. Sucking on her lip as she saw that bulge growing.

A little more than halfway through the graphic novel, Katherine's hand slipped into her boy shorts. Her fingers glided along her labia noting how her son's focus wasn't on the comic any longer. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she slipped her finger into her hot canal. Bringing her nectar covered fingers to her lips, pretending that John wasn't watching as her lips wrapped around them. She couldn't say why it felt so erotic, so arousing having her youngest gazing at her as she tasted her dew; nor was she going to complain, it was allowing him to see her as something more than a mother.

"Has something caught your eye baby?" Katherine asked, her fingertips coated her lower lip in the remainder of her dew.

"Why do women do that?" Johnny asked, he didn't think it could or would taste that good given the source.

"Why wouldn't I want to taste how sweet I am?" Katherine shoot back in a teasing manner. "Would you like to know what I taste like?" Not giving her son time to answer as her lips embraced his. Letting her lingering taste explode across his taste buds. Wondering who he liked more kissing him; her or Annie? Listening to him smacking his lips as she waited on him to determine if he liked the taste of her pussy or not. It would be disastrous if John didn't. "Isn't my pussy sweet baby?"

"A little... yeah," Johnny admitted. Unprepared to see the burning hunger in his mother's eyes.

"Johnny," the comic landed on the floor in a loud thud, "how about we change things up, hmm?" Katherine cooed; her fingertips ran up his shaft as her son leaned away from her. Grinning down at him as John rested on his back, her mound throbbed anticipating how it would feel on his mouth. "How about I take care of my baby, and you can take care of this," taking his hand and placing it over her mound, "can't you feel how hot it is, how hot you make it baby?"

John's eyes darted along his mother's body from her cunt to her face and back again. His heart raced as his mother rose, throbbing in his throat as she pulled off her shirt. His eyes watching the bounce of her breasts as she tossed it aside. His mother's hand slowly ran down his chest filling his view with her swaying breasts.

"Relax baby, I'm not going to hurt you," Katherine whispered, "this is just like when I suck on this," the sound of the button snapped, the brass teeth of the zipper lowering rippled in her ears. Biting her lip as his cock strained the grey material of his underwear. "Lift your hips sweetheart, mama wants to show you something very special," she said, her hands took hold of his pants and underwear pulling them down freeing his cock. Instantly her canal quivered as that hard rod stood up for her. "You do like it when I take care of this don't you?" Katherine asked, the palm of her hand ran up the back of his cock as it pressed lightly against his stomach.

"Y-yes."

"It's okay to like it Johnny, I enjoy taking care of you and this," Katherine said, motherly. "But your mother needs pleasure too, you know? It isn't fair you get off, but I don't, don't you think it's unfair?" she asked, pouting. "You wouldn't do that to me would you? Leave me wanting when I please my son's hard cock," Katherine purred, her breasts danced lightly along his chest.

"But..."

"I promise no sex, you aren't ready for that yet. It's a very intimate act between two people, and you're mind is still thinking about what was done to her, isn't it?" Katherine asked, gently caressing his left cheek as he nodded. "I understand. That may never go away, but I hope you know we aren't like that. We won't force you into something you don't want. However, I really want to share this with you, will you let me?" she asked, her eyes studying his. "I promise you'll enjoy it Johnny," Katherine said, once John nodded his approval. Keeping his eyes on her as she eased off his bed. She wanted him to watch as the fabric of her boy shorts slid down her hips. Hoping he liked the look of her Brazilian as the light struck her pubic hair. Her eyes flickered over to his cock as it pulsated at the sight of her naked body.

"Now you don't have to go wild on my pussy, just give it some loving licks, and maybe suck on this," Katherine said, showing John her clitoris as she hovered over him. "You can do that, can't you baby?" she asked, waiting for his response before she took their act any further.

"I... can try," Johnny said, taking a dry swallow at seeing the first pussy he had ever seen in real life.

"That's a good boy," Katherine cooed, lowering her peach to his lips. Slowly rocking her hips so she could show him just how he was supposed to lick his mother. Her body trembled as his lips brushed along her clit, her hand slowly ran up his hard shaft. The huge intake of breath was the only warning she gave before her hot mouth engulfed his cock.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her son finally got her off after ten minutes. She knew while yes he needed practice and her guiding hand to teach him, something she was willing to do, that soon John would know how to taste her hot mound. She knew his mental state wouldn't allow her to linger any longer then was necessary. Katherine didn't want her son reliving the horrors of that place when he was with her. She wanted him to know that here, in their home, he was safe. Safe from the world that didn't or couldn't understand him. That wanted him to conform to its way. John would never be like that. Too much has happened to him, to shape him into the man he is to this day. So, Katherine was going to ensure that her boy knew that he could rely on her, could trust her, could come to her whenever his mind troubled him. Showing him just what she did for the men in her life as his hot seed flooded her mouth. Swallowing every drop of her son's cum, loving how it painted her tongue.

"Now you rest," Katherine said, leaning over him with her shirt and boy shorts held against her chest. "Enjoy what just happened between us, I know I did," she said, her fingers brushing through his hair as her son's eyes studied her face. "Come enjoy the cookout if you feel up to it," Katherine said, placing a sweet kiss on his forehead. Loving how the sheen of her juices coated his chin, as it should always be.

Two days later...

Annie stood in her brother's room, after asking him if the two of them could read something together while on the road, but she needed something to draw the two of them closer. She had smelled her mother's sex in his room when she came to get John as her father had enough burgers and hotdogs cooked for them to enjoy their own private dinner together. That was when she had seen the comic she had never seen before. The two naked women on the back cover of it told her it was unlike any comic he had before they had moved him into his new room.

"Where is it?!" Annie hissed, knowing she didn't have a whole lot of time before her father would call for her once the cars were packed for their trip to the lake. "It has to be here somewhere?!" she muttered as she scoured his room looking for it. "Look at you being all sneaky," Annie giggled at the comic as she pulled it from one of the boxes John used to store his comics. "Mmm... yes, you're going to help me get my brother to see me, as his girlfriend, oh yes you are..."

"Annie! Time to go!" Bill called out as he stood in the doorway to his home. He, Ruth, Ray, and Wanda would be taking his car, it was far too soon for John to be in an enclosed space with Ruth, yet he did hope the two of them were growing to like each other. He didn't want his brother skipping his wedding all because the two of them couldn't get along. That was most likely due to Ruth's lack of understanding of just how damaged his brother was.

"Coming!" Annie called back, her raven hair fluttering, her arms held the comic tightly to her chest as she smiled at her older brother. Wondering if John was going to like the micro-bikini she had brought along.

"Everyone ready?!" Brandan asked, as he slid into the driver's seat once Annie climbed into the back.

"Yep, I can't wait," Annie said, excitedly. Thrusting up her arms, her breasts jiggled as she bounced in her seat. An impious smirk graced her lips as John's eyes fell upon the comic's cover as it sat in her lap. Leaning across the seat, her lips an inch away from his, the tips of her fingers skimmed along his jaw. "I found some interesting reading material the other day. I do hope you don't mind if you're sister gives it her seal of approval, hmm?" Annie whispered wantonly. Her cheek brushed along his, "Who knows, maybe you'll taste me like you did with mother," she whispered heatedly into his ear.​