Incest/Taboo Unbelievable

"How long?" Johnny asked, metaphorically offering his mother an open hand.

"A little over three hours," Katherine said truthfully, directing John to grab the breadcrumbs from the pantry and the other ingredients they would need. Making him cut the onions they would need while showing the spices you would use in it as she measured it all out. Her hand rubbed lightly along John's back as she watched over him while he mixed the ingredients.

"Mom?" John spoke breaking the silence.

"Hmm?" Katherine hummed as she molded the meat into the loaf.

"How was Dad when you told him you were pregnant?" Johnny asked, in an inquisitive voice.

"You're dad?" A warm smile rose the corner of lips. "Brandan shocked of course, given we were careful," Katherine said, carrying the pan towards the oven. Her blue eyes lit up in her silent thank you to John when he opened the door for her. "He was with me every step of the way. You should have seen the look on his face when he held you in his arms when you were horn," she stated, her left thumb softly brushed along John's cheek as her hand caressed it. "Oh, you meant when I first got pregnant, you should be more specific in your question," Katherine teased, lightly giggling when John arched an eyebrow in that questioning look of his.

Heat flooded her cheeks, her womanhood sparked to life with every brush of John's body when he helped her to wash up once the items that took the longest were cooking. Her tone carried a mirthful cadence as John talked to her, actually had a meaningful conversation with her, she wasn't saying there weren't times when she still had to pull the answers out of her son. How she loved it!

Katherine leaned on her elbow, staring dreamily at her son while their dinner simmered on the stove. Her mind flashed back to when her son was ten and the hours the two of them would spend just talking for hours on the couch. Yet now, now John was a grown man, while troubled, she found herself getting lost in the sound of her son's voice.

Their dinner was joyful, laughs and jokes were shared around. John's green eyes looked around the table, then down to his hands. Turning his head, looking down at how Annie and Janus covered their hands over his. Seeing the same look Julia once had when they had that rare moment alone. However, that joyful, vibrant conversation was interrupted by the shrill ring of the house line. The wood of his chair creaked and groaned as Brandan shifted in his seat before heading to answer it.

"Johnny!" Brandan called out. "It's for you," he said, once he had accepted the charges. Lightly patting John's back once he had handed the phone to his son before giving John the privacy that he needed.

"Hello?" Johnny, with a hint of confusion in his voice, spoke into the phone.

"Johnny?" Jared's voice came over the line.

"Hey, Jared!" All could hear the mirth in John's voice when he said those words. "This isn't our weekly call?! What's going on?"

"Johnny, I need a huge favor from you," Jared said, in all seriousness.

"Okay, what can I do?"

"I know you don't talk about what happened in that place, but I need you to tell it all to my lawyer."

"Why?" Johnny asked, instantly getting defense.

"My lawyer wants to try for a temporary insanity plea, and I know if she heard everything that went on there then... well don't want to jinx myself."

"All of it?"

"Yeah, unless you didn't tell me everything, Johnny?"

The ruffling of his hair filled his ears as his hand rubbed the back of his head. John did hold some of it back, namely the more gruesome events that happened in Raven Dale. John didn't think anyone would be able to understand what happened who wasn't there. "Do you think it will help?" Johnny asked, nervously.

"I think it would if it came from someone who was there and saw the horrors first hand."

"For you I'll do it," Johnny spoke, with a stern nod. "When do you need me to do it?"

"Tomorrow, if you're free."

"I have an appointment, but afterwards I can. Will two o'clock work?"

"Perfect! I appreciate this Johnny. I'll call her right now to have her email you their address."

"Okay. I'll email you once I talk to her." His finger lightly tapped on the casing of the phone wondering how he would get there.

"Johnny?" Her soft voice brought his gaze up. "What was that about?" Wanda asked, with the rest of his family looking on.

His eyes ran over her slightly curled, light brown hair, to her hazel eyes that held a genuine look of interest in them. Watching how her warm, lush lips curved in warm smile while her cheeks bloomed in a pink hue. A flash of memory flared in his mind what the feel of Wanda's 32B breasts felt like in his hands and how she whimpered and mewed.

"Jared needs me to speak with his lawyer," Johnny said, truthfully. Seeing the rest of his female family members sharing looks between them. A chill crept up his spine when a devious smile spread along Wanda's lips.

"Well, I'm free if you need a ride," Wanda cooed in a sensuous purr. Knowing it's been some time since the two of them had been together. While it took some time to learn some of John's little quirks, she did enjoy spending time with him. Plus, she knew once they were home they would be alone.

"You sure?"

"Mmmhmm," Wanda hummed. Slowly reaching out, her fingertips lightly touching John's chest. "I know how much Jared means to you; I'd be happy to help you Johnny. Now, let's finish dinner," she said, taking hold of his hand and gesturing towards the table.

The law office of Smith & Edwards, two pm...

Wanda held John's hand as they waited for Jared's lawyer to fetch them. She had no idea what they were going to talk about, yet she could see how much it was weighing on John. "It's going to be okay Johnny, I'm here," Wanda whispered sweetly into his ear only to have John nod in response. "If it gets too much you tell me and we'll leave or take a break until you can continue."

"Why are you being so nice?" Johnny asked, his eyes cutting towards her.

"What?! I am nice," Wanda said, in a little pout. The corner of her lips lifted knowing he was only teasing her. She was so very happy that John felt comfortable enough with her to joke around with her. "Do you like the dress I wore?" she asked, trying to take his mind off what they were there for.

"It's very pretty," Johnny said, bashfully. Trying not to eye how the hem of her dress stopped just centimeters before her midthigh.

"I wore it for you, Johnny," Wanda whispered lustfully into his ear. "I'm not wearing any panties." Seeing his eye glancing over to her when she said that. Pulling her phone out of her handbag, quickly looking around to make sure the coast was clear before slipping it beneath her skirt. Spreading her legs, setting the flash on her camera, and snapping a picture of her naked cunt. "You hold on to this in case you need a distraction if it gets too hard for you," Wanda said, handing John her phone, the picture of her freshly shaven pussy on the screen. Her cunt tingled when she saw how the light played along her moistened lips. Knowing that wasn't the only thing that would be hard in that conference room.

"Mr. Masters," a young twenty something man called out to them, "please if you'll follow me, Mrs. Hicks is ready to see you now?" he said in a kind tone.

"I'll be right here," pointing to the chair across from Jared's lawyer, "if you need anything you just tell me, okay?" Wanda uttered in a loving tone, knowing how hard this was going to be for him. Placing a kiss on his cheek when John nodded.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me," Mrs. Hicks said, holding out her hand to John. Seeing something behind those green eyes of his. She has been on many criminal cases before so she knew pain when she saw it. "Your firsthand account of what transpired in that place will help Jared greatly," she said, as John shook her hand. "Jared has told me some of the accounts of what happened to his daughter, and I know this will be difficult due to the relationship you had with his daughter, Julia Anders," she could see the pain of loss in his eyes when she mentioned her name how it tugged at her heart knowing it would do the same with the jury, "so at any time you need a break you let me know, alright?"

"Okay," Johnny answered with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"I hope you don't mind the stenographer he's just here to officially record this meeting," Mrs. Hicks said, gesturing to the man to the right of her as they both took their seats. "Now before we begin I need to know everything, don't leave anything out."

"Everything? Are you sure you can handle the truth?" Johnny asked, in all seriousness.

"I assure you John... forgive me, Johnny," Mrs. Hicks corrected herself when she noted the look in his eyes. "Whatever you have to say I have heard it a thousand times if not more," she said, in a pleasant voice.

"No, I don't think you have," Johnny stated darkly.

"Let me be the judge of that," Mrs. Hicks replied with a warm smile as she opened her files to the questions she wanted to ask and knew the prosecutor would as well. "Now let's start at the beginning, shall we?" she spoke giving the man his cue to start recording their conversation. "Tell me what was your first impression of Raven Dale?"

"Hell on Earth."

"Why do you say that?" Mrs. Hicks asked, writing down his answer. "Because the third day I was there an orderly raped me and every day after that," Johnny said, truthfully. Something he would never tell another person if it wasn't for the Ra*e survivor meetings he had been attending and if Jared hadn't asked him.

"Really? But you were thirteen at the time?"

"And? That didn't matter to them, all they cared about was inflicting as much pain and torment as they could."

"I see," Mrs. Hicks muttered, "tell me about the rest of the patients in your wing were they too subjected to these nightly rapes?"

"Every single night," Johnny nodded.

"I know this next question will be hard for you but I must ask. Was Julia apart of it as well?"

"Y-yes," Johnny said, his voice trembled as a tear rolled down his cheek.

Mrs. Hicks' heart truly went out to him as she saw the sorrow in his eyes. If he was her son, she would be around that table in a heartbeat and taking him into her arms, to comfort him as much as he needed. Her eyes flickered over as the woman John arrived with rose from her seat and squatted by his side.

"Here, Johnny," Wanda said lightly, holding a Kleenex between her fingers. "Dry your eyes," she cooed gently rubbing his back. "Do you want to..." A flash of pride raced across her hazel eyes when John shook his head. "Sorry for interrupting," Wanda said, as she rose.

"Don't be," Mrs. Hicks replied waving off the statement. "Do you need a moment?" she asked once John had composed himself.

"No," shaking his head, "Julia's... our story needs to be told. It falls to me to tell it," Johnny said, somberly.

"We'll try to get through this as quickly and as painlessly as we can, alright?" Mrs. Hicks stated, while she truly felt for him yet her client was Jared and not John.

"They tortured the patients?!" Mrs. Hicks cut in when John was detailing how they would string him up and whip him with a clothes hanger and the electroshock treatments.

"Daily."

"Why wasn't the State informed of this?" Mrs. Hicks asked, unsure if he could answer.

"The one I saw was in on it due the kickbacks he was getting," Johnny answered, detailing the time he had seen Dr. Mott handing off an envelope to the man.

"Do you know this man's name?" Mrs. Hicks asked, with a fire in her eyes.

"No."

"If we get you a photo roster of the Health Department's employees, do you think you could pick the man out? One sec," Mrs. Hicks said, getting to her feet when John nodded. She wanted to get this man on the stand and have his life put under a microscope. No telling what else the man's crimes were. Closing the door behind her as she went to speak with one of the junior attorneys. "Sorry about the wait Johnny," she said, walking back into the room. Seeing how the woman he was with was whispering softly to him. She was happy to see that he had someone he could lean on. She could tell how difficult it was for him to speak about his experience to a totally stranger. "Now while we wait, shall we continue?"

Her pen dropped from her fingers, even the typing of the stenographer had ceased, she saw the look of shock and horror on the woman's face behind Johnny when he detailed the horrendous things that took place in Raven Dale. She might have seen some grotesque things in her years as a criminal lawyer, she was not prepared for what this boy who hasn't seen the age of nineteen was telling her. It would seem not even his female companion was aware of it as well.

"You wanted to know everything," Johnny said, at Mrs. Hicks' shocked and disbelieving look.

"Y..." Clearing her throat, "that's a lot to take in Johnny," Mrs. Hicks said, sympathetically.

"I have the scars to prove it."

"Will you be willing to show me and have them photographed to be used as evidence of the inhumane practices at Raven Dale?" Mrs. Hicks inquired, knowing if what he had just told her was shared with Jared the temporary insanity defense was a shoe in.

"Do you want my brain scan too?" Johnny asked, willing to do anything to help Jared.

"Brain scan? What do you mean?"

"Johnny has brain damage due to what was done to him, we were all there when his doctor showed us the MRI results," Wanda cut in, she couldn't believe her ears. How she just wanted to leap from her seat and take John into her arms and tell him that she was there for him. That she wasn't afraid of him or his illness, that she would always be there to talk to if he needed it.

"Is this true?" Mrs. Hicks asked, looking right at Johnny who nodded. "Would you give me permission to access your medical records?"

"And that will help Jared?" Johnny asked, in a confused tone.

"It will help to show the jury that Mr. Anders wasn't in the right frame of mind when he showed up at his ex-wife's home," Mrs. Hicks said, truthfully. "If we can get the evidence in front of the judge that is," she quickly added.

"If it's to help Jared, tell me what I need to do," Johnny stated with firm determination. Noting how Mrs. Hicks turned her head as the door opened.

"Ah, thank you," Mrs. Hicks spoke taking the binder from her subordinate. "Now Johnny," laying the binder down in front of him, "please take your time looking through these pictures, okay?" Silently watching John as he opened it up, noting how his eyes moved along the pages taking his time with each and every photo. Pondering how he could have survived that place and still be functional in public. She knew if it was her that went through all that she would be a raving mess. Wondering just what strength it took to endure the two years he was in that place.

"Him!" Johnny growled full of hate as his finger stabbed the man's picture.

"Are you sure that was the man?" Mrs. Hicks asked, seeing his finger resting on the picture of the assistant regional director of the Health Department.

"Very sure, I'll never forget one of Julie's rapist, ever!" Johnny hissed, his rage burning in his green eyes.

Leaning back in her chair, wondering just what she had stumbled into. This was not the case she was thinking it would turn into, she simply thought it was a double mur*er under great duress. Not this tale of corruption, torture, Ra*e, and everything else they would find in the discovery phase. They had already traced the payments that Jared's ex-wife was receiving from Doctor Mott. It shouldn't be too hard to trace the same account to this public official. She knew she was going to have to get the DA involved if it truly led anywhere.

"Johnny, let's stop with the questions for a moment. Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Within reason," Johnny spoke with a guarded voice.

"Tell me what was Julia like when you were in there?" Mrs. Hicks asked, in a caring motherly voice.

"Beautiful. Smart. So very strong. I lost my best friend to that place. Every day she would always try to make me smile when we both were suffering in that Hell. The highlight of my day, if you could think something so pure could happen is such a place, was when we were in the courtyard just the two of us. In that little world of ours the only outlet we had from the nightmare we were both living, we had each other. I'd like to think she felt the same way, but I'll never get to ask her that," Johnny spoke, staring down at his lap as tear dangled from his nose. "Without her I don't know how I could have survived that place."

Leaning forward, placing her hand over his, "She must have been a very good friend to you if you still shed tears after all this time," Mrs. Hicks said, with a warm smile on her lips.

"She was the first person who understood me, the first girl I fell in love with," Johnny spoke, wiping away his fallen tears.

"I promise you; I'm going to try my best to get justice for her and you, you have my word," Mrs. Hicks said, with determination to see those who had survived and escaped the punishment they deserve were brought to justice for their crimes. "Now, I have only a few more questions then we'll take some photos of your scars if that would be alright with you?" she asked, not wishing to push him into anything that would make him break down.

"Okay," Johnny nodded.

"That's all the questions I have for you right now," Mrs. Hicks said, once their interview came to a close. Thanking the stenographer for coming in, nodding in understanding when he whispered he would get the transcript of their meeting to her as fast as he could. She had noted how the man's jaw had yet to unclench during the two hours it had taken to go through everything. Knowing that, like her, he was a parent and knew the man well enough to know he would do anything for his children, like she would. Closing the door and lowering the blinds and flipping on the extra set of lights overhead to make sure the pictures were very clear. "Johnny if you feel uncomfortable disrobing in front of me, I can leave and let your friend here take the photos. I don't want you to feel ashamed or feel that you have to do this. Just know you're helping build a very good case for Mr. Anders."

"I don't mind, not like I haven't been forcibly stripped before, at least there's no delousing powder being thrown in my face," Johnny said, getting to his feet. Having him stand in front of the eggshell white wall once John had stripped down to his underwear as she took picture after picture of his body and scars.

"I think I got all the pictures I need," Mrs. Hicks said, looking through them all.

"Umm... question."

"Yes, Johnny, what is it that you wish to ask?" Mrs. Hicks asked, peering up from her phone.

"How do I give you permission to look at my medical file?" Johnny asked, as he got dressed.

"Do you know the number of your doctor?" Seeing him nod, "Then all you have to do is call him and tell him to email me the file to this address," Mrs. Hicks said, holding her card out to him. She wasn't expecting him to pull out a phone, handing it to the woman beside him who unlocked it for him, and dialed the number. She thought he would at least give it a day, although she was pleased by his helpfulness.

"Hello Doc," Johnny said, in a friendly tone. "It's Johnny Masters." "Hello Johnny, what can I do for you?"

"I need you to release my medical file to a Mrs. Hicks," Johnny said, telling his doctor where he was and the email address to send it too. Making sure the MRI scan was included as well.

"I certainly can do that for you Johnny, tell her she should have the file in an hour or two."

"Thank you."

"It's no problem Johnny." Handing the phone to Wanda once his call had ended. Seeing how she wanted to say something but held her tongue.

"He said you should have it in an hour or two," Johnny said, as he buttoned his shirt.

"I thank you for that Johnny, now I know you might not wish to, but I might have to put you on the stand to give depth to the statement you gave here today," Mrs. Hicks said, escorting them towards the front entrance.

"Whatever I can do to help," Johnny stated firmly, eager to help the man whose daughter had saved his life.

"I'll call your parents when and if the time comes to call you as a witness," Mrs. Hicks said, holding out her hand to him. Feeling the strength in it as John's own grasped hers. "You take care of yourself, Johnny."

"I'll do my best," Johnny said, with a nod.

"Johnny, you okay?" Wanda asked, noting how he was staring out into space as they sat at a red light on their way home.

"No, I'll never be okay," Johnny muttered low.

Reaching over, gently squeezing his hand, "Just know we'll always be here to help if you need anything, or you just need to talk," Wanda said, her thumb brushed lightly along the back of his hand. Knowing how Ray made her promise to watch out for his little brother to ensure that he wouldn't slip back into that depressed mood John's been in for so long. "Would you like to go see Julia?"

"Please?!" John replied with a quivering voice.

How it was breaking her heart to hear the pain, the sadness, the loneliness in his voice. Merging into the right hand lane, then taking the next right that would take him to Greenhills cemetery. The sun shone through the windshield as Wanda parked Rays car close to Julia's grave.

"I'll wait here, and give the two of you some privacy," Wanda said, in a warm, loving tone as she brushed her fingers through John's hair.

"Y-y-you don't have too," Johnny said, with a shaky voice.

"You want me to come along?" Wanda asked, for clarification to which John nodded. "Then I'd be happy to join the two of you." For the next thirty minutes she listened to John talk, joining in sometimes when it seemed right. Holding him when he started to break down. She had no idea he blamed himself so much for not being able to save her. She could have said something to him as she held him in her arms as he cried into her shoulder, but truly what could she say that would have any meaning to it? "Shh... it's okay Johnny, let it all out," Wanda said softly, gently rocking him. Wondering if Ray would mourn her like his brother mourned Julia if it was her in that grave. Questioning if Ruth had pondered that very same thing with Bill. What she had told John over a month ago was true, she was a tad jealous of Julia. It wasn't everyday she, or anyone else, met someone who still carried the torch they had for the person who'd passed away. Hearing her phone buzzing in her purse yet she ignored it, John was more important at the moment than whomever was calling. "You okay now?" Wanda inquired, once his tears had stopped falling and his body grew still.

"N-no," his voice broke, "but I have to continue," Johnny said, ominously.

The sun glinted off the tears that began to gather in her own eyes as she placed a kiss on his forehead. Brushing her thumbs below his eyes to wipe away his tears, "It's okay to cry, to mourn, to unburden yourself of this pain you have in your heart. You loved her, no one can ever take that away from you. I'm going to tell you something, something you might not like, but I don't want to keep secrets from you. You know I go home on the breaks to see my parents, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, we all Skype all most every day. My family is very big into keeping in touch with everyone no matter how far away they are. My parents, who conferenced in my aunts, and uncles, with my grandparents siting with my folks. So when we all found out about Julia and what she meant to you. They saw something was bothering me, and I broke down crying."

"Why?" Johnny asked, confused.

"Because I told them she was raped and how you were the one who found her body, I didn't give them all the details," Wanda quickly said, seeing the hard look in his eyes. "I simply told them that after all this time you've been silently mourning her death with no one to lean on. That I couldn't understand how you could when you have so much going on in your head. That you've been so alone with this misery, how no one seems to understand your pain. It was my grandmother's voice that cut through my tears. Telling me her sister sounded so much like you, in the losing the person you loved the most. Before she died her sister was engaged to a solider who had been drafted into the Vietnam War. My grandmother said she loved that man so much no one could sway her heart when he was deployed. Then one month the letters stopped coming. Her sister wrote frantic letters trying to reach him. Yet a few weeks later, one day as she opened the door two men were standing at her stoop and she knew the love of her life was dead.

My grandmother had to rush over to her sister's apartment only to find her sister so distraught and inconsolable on her kitchen floor. It looked like she hadn't eaten in a few days or bathed for that matter. So she took her sister home with her, did her best to help her sister through the grief. In time she began to take care of herself again, started to leave the house on a daily basis to her job and with her friends. Yet my grandmother knew her sister well, she might wear a smile but underneath it was the sadness of the loss of her true love.

That no one could ever take away and many tired, however, to her sister's thinking no one could ever take his place. She never dated again, she just couldn't put herself out there again and risk the same thing all over again," Wanda said, seeing the confused, questioning look in his eyes. "What I'm trying to say is don't close yourself off, I've seen how you look at Janus and Annie," watching his cheeks rapidly heat, "don't be like my great-aunt. Don't waste your years mourning when you know you have two great people who love you so much. I know it hurts them when you shut yourself up in your mind.

I know losing Julia was very hard for you, but don't you see there are people in your life, and namely in front of you, that care about you," Wanda uttered bashfully, feeling her own cheeks heat as she brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I'm not saying open yourself up to everyone you meet, just those of us who've been here for you. I know they'll really appreciate it knowing that you're allowing them into a part of yourself that you gave to Julia. I know that will be very hard for you, given what happened between the two of you. Yet you know they will never intentionally hurt you," she said, running her hand down john's left arm.

"You sure?" Johnny whispered with his head bowed.

Lifting his chin, "Very sure Johnny," Wanda said, with a nod. "They're very lucky to have someone like you. I have never met someone like you who was so devoted to one person that you still mourn after so many years, but I hope, through us, we can help you see there's enough room in your heart to love someone else." Grabbing her purse as she rose off the ground. "Now how about we go home, hmm?" Wanda spoke holding out her hand to John. "Oh. You're mother called," she muttered once she checked to see who called a few minutes ago while they walked back to Ray's car.

"Wanda?! I tried calling but I got no answer," Katherine uttered when she answered her phone.

"Sorry about that, we were kind of busy then," Wanda replied watching John getting into the car.

"Is he okay?"

"I don't know, today's been hard I think, but he pulled through it without breaking down."

"Oh Johnny." Wanda heard her future mother-in-law whisper. "Where are the two of you now?"

"About to head home," Wanda answered as she stood in front of her car. "Johnny wanted to see Julia after his meeting with Jared's lawyer."

"I see, well you two be careful, tell Johnny his Dad will be picking up pizzas for dinner tonight, I should be home by five."

"I'll tell him," Wanda said, nodding against her phone. Knowing she and Johnny would be alone for three whole hours.

"Tell Johnny I love him, okay?"

"I will."

"And Wanda I want to know everything that he talked about," Katherine said, in a stern motherly voice.

"You sure, I don't want to know everything but it's stuck in my mind now," Wanda whispered shivering at how Johnny described things she had only seen in horror movies.

"Yes, everything, I need to know."

"Then you need to prepare yourself, it isn't going to be pretty," Wanda warned.

"I understand, but I need to know how to help my baby." With that they said their goodbyes. Seeing John nod when she told him about the pizzas his father would be picking up. Starting Ray's car and pointing it towards home.

Wanda led John into their home by his hand, smiling back at him as they walked along the walkway towards the front door. Her house key slid easily into the lock, meshing with the tumblers, allowing them both passage into the home as the front door effortlessly swung open on its henges.

"I know you're dealing with a lot right now Johnny," Wanda said, in a light and caring voice as the door closed behind them. "Let me help you take your mind off of things for a while, okay?"

"Why?" Johnny said, in a somber tone.

"Because you're going to be my family soon and I don't like to see you like this. So let me take care of you until Annie and Janus get here," Wanda spoke with sincerity. "I promise we won't do anything you don't want to do." Leading John towards the stairs, down the hallway to Annie's old room where they had turned the room into a private sanctuary for them so they wouldn't interfere with his relationship with Annie and Janus. Shutting the door once she led John into the room. Her fingertips ran along his shoulders as she walked around him. "I know you and Julia used to danced together in that horrible place. I'm hoping that you'll dance with me now, maybe it will distract your mind for a time," Wanda said sweetly, powering on Annie's iPod docking system which she had left along with most of her clothes in that room.

Her light brown hair swayed as the music kicked on. Rocking her hips to the beat trying to bring him out of that melancholy mood of his. Running her hands up his chest, brushing her mons Venus against his groin. Taking hold of his hands and lightly placing them on her hips. Easing John into feeling comfortable with her as they danced the minutes away. Smiling at him when John began to get into the groove. Mouthing along when Sixx Am's 'Life is beautiful' came over the player to show him while life had given him a very raw deal that there are those in this world, at least in their home, who would stand beside him to help him deal with the horrors he had faced all alone.

Her hazel eyes stared into his, her lips neared his, her skin heated when John's hands slipped beneath the hem of her skirt as they came to rest on her hips. Her lips softly plucked at his feeling her arousal building, feeling the tips of his fingers moving along her skin to come to a rest on her ass. Slyly pulling out the tails of his shirt from his pants. While yes, she'll admit that cock of his was very tempting, yet this wasn't about her need to have it stuffing her cunt to the brim. This was to show him there are those who didn't use sex as a weapon. That it could be so sweet, so good, so pure if the two people in it cared about each other. His shirt fluttered to the floor once she slid it from his shoulders and down his arms.

Leading him backwards to the edge of the bed Ray and Bill had brought up from his room to exchange with Annie's. Pushing him lightly down onto it, reaching down taking hold of the hem of her dress. Pulling it up and over her head, noting how his green eyes ran down her naked body. Seeing them linger on her 32B breasts, noting how he leaned back as she rested her naked mound on his lap.

"Why are you doing this?" Johnny asked, as Wanda rested her arms on his shoulders while her fingertips lightly danced on his back.

"Because I want to make love to the strongest man I have ever known. You might be scarred, damaged, and twisted by what those fiends did to you and all the others," feeling John stiffen as she said those words, "yet through it all you survived, you might have changed from the boy you once were, in his place grew the man who has faced horrors no one should ever have to see. Yet, I know here," resting her hand over John's heart, "here is the only place they were never able to corrupt with their evil. I know this to be true because you still love Julia and I know you love Annie and Janus. You can't hide how you look at them, we all see it.

I know if I was your girlfriend I would know wholeheartedly what an honor it would be to be the one who held your heart," Wanda said, the light of truth burned brightly in her eyes. "Ever since I've met you I've known one truth about you Johnny, while it might be hard to open, yet once it is, you love that person with all your being. It's why you took Julia's death so hard, and why you ran to Annie's rescue when you thought those boys at the lake where going to Ra*e her," seeing that hard look in his eyes noting how he remembered that day, "because you love them so much you'd sacrifice your own wellbeing to ensure that we were safe from them. At first I was scared, I've never seen something like that... that look on your face," she said, lighting running her fingers down his left cheek.

"The look of a man who's seen so much that he was willing to go back into that horror just to protect his sister. After I got over it, I was so turned on, not one of my former boyfriends has done anything like you did. True, you did get... a little out of hand, but you weren't in your right mind at the time. I'm sure in your head you were back in that place, those screams that still haunt you when you heard our voices. I know it's hard for you, I get that, I really do," Wanda said, hearing music continue to play as they stared into each other's eyes.

"So allow me this chance to be under your care. To know that these hands," reaching down, her hand covering his and bringing it up to her right breast, "the hands that have seen so much, yet so strong to hold on when I know how you just want to give into the weight that's on your shoulders. To feel their touch as I give you my body freely," Wanda whispered in want as she leaned forward. The smacking of their lips filled the air as her tongue teased his. Gooseflesh ran along her skin as John began to play with her right nipple. Feeling her nectar soaking into John's pants as she rocked her hips along his growing manhood. "So, may I?" Biting her lip when John cocked his head and looked at her oddly when she had asked him for permission to sleep with him.

"I don't want you to think I'm anything like those people. I will not take from you what those people did. Not ever!" Wanda said, in a forceful tone. "We'll go forward if you're willing. If not... okay, I'll admit I'll be very disappointed. I'm kind of addicted to your cock Johnny," she said, bashfully.

"Oh?"

"Mmm... I do like them big, not saying that to degrade your brother. I do love him and his cock. Yet I do miss being filled to the brim," Wanda said, heat flooded her cheeks when John's eyes searched her face. "May I please suck on it, and put in my very aroused pussy, that you can tell is so eager to have you back within it?"

"You sure this is what you want?" Johnny asked, in all seriousness.

"Of course it is, otherwise, I wouldn't be here sitting naked on your lap, Johnny," Wanda said, in a sweet and caring voice. "Yet if you don't I'll understand. No pressure Johnny, I know you've had a hard day today." A smile formed on her lips as John nodded. "Lift you're hips Johnny," she spoke when she knelt between John's legs. A rumbling purr escaped her lips when that hard cock of his snapped back and thumped against his stomach once she had freed it. Her hazel eyes stared up at him as Disturbed's 'The Light' played over the speakers as her head bobbed quickly along his hard pole. Loving how her lips molded around it as she pleasured that hard tube of man-meat.

Doting her affection on that hard shaft as it glided along her tongue. She was going to show John that while, yes, she loved being fucked by it, that wasn't the reason she was doing this. Her tongue ran up the back of his cock, her nails skimmed along his hard length as she rose, she didn't want him cumming in her mouth. Not when she wanted to feel it striking the back of her womb. Pushing him lightly onto the bed, crawling along his body as AC/DC's 'Thunderstruck' began to play. Straddling his chest, rolling her body to the beat as those green eyes stared up at her. Rocking her hips, mimicking the actions she used when she was riding Ray. Shaking her head side to side to give Johnny a show all the while she felt her nectar dripping down on his chest in her arousal. The sliding of his body between her legs caused her to peer down. Sucking in a gasp when John's lips captured her labia.

"Oh, Johnny!" Wanda moaned lightly her fingers weaving through his hair. Feeling his tongue parting her labia and tracing along her vulva before circling around her clitoris. Tilting her head back, her thighs quaked as her body was on fire. The sunlight danced along her nipples; her breathing was deep enjoying the feel of his touch upon her hot little mound.

Tilting her head to the left, brushing her hair to the left as she smiled down at him once she had told him to scoot up further along the bed. Sucking hard on her lower lip as that mushroom top eased into her eager canal. Her ear's twitched as Gnarls Barkley's J2 cover of his song 'Crazy' began to play.

Feeling every inch of his manhood stretching her out as she lowered herself to the base of his root. Loving the slow beat of the song as she slowly began to rock her hips. It felt so right, so intimate as she peered down at Johnny. A satisfied smile formed on her lips watching his reaction as her folds tightened around his rod. Feeling her ass bounce with every glide, her fingertips pressed lightly on his chest. So very pleased that John would allow her to be this close to him. Her eyes went wide with shock and surprise when the song hit the two minute and twenty-five mark. Flashing John a coy smirk when the words 'Do you really think you're in control'. Her mouth widened; her fingers balled up the comforter as John sent that cock of his into the deepest part of the core of her heat. Her back arched off the bed, feeling his right arm wrapping around, the soft touch of his lips capturing her left breast as she came hard on his cock. Her wail thundered throughout the house. Feeling his tongue teasing her nipple while she succumbed to the bliss of her orgasm.

Sweat glistened along her skin, her breathing heavy against John's lips as she bounced on his rod as he sat on the back of his legs. Feeling his hands holding onto her ass, as that stout pole surged through her folds. Smelling her sex on the air, praying this would always be the case. Kissing John passionately, letting him know he wasn't alone, not anymore. Howling out in ecstasy as she felt his cum flooding her womb as she came along with him.

Wanda was in an orgasmic coma as she laid face down on the bed with a wide happy smile on her lips. She didn't know how long she had been laying there butt naked for all to see. All she knew was John was gone and Ruth was standing in the doorway. A wicked smile formed when she pointed her ass into the air hearing Ruth's feet scurrying along the floor. Her tongue curled out when she felt Ruth's tongue scooping out John's cum from her well satisfied cunt. They were soon joined by both Ray and Bill who were quickly undressing. Bringing Ray down, sinking into their kiss, praying that someday John could overcome what had been done to him. She didn't know if she should tell them everything she had heard, she knew she had to tell Katherine. His mother needed to know what truly had happened in that place. Hopefully, they could finally bring closure to that dark part of John's life. Ray sensed something was bothering her yet held his tongue until they could be alone.

Later that night...

"Johnny," Janus said sweetly, resting her head against the doorframe as she noted how John rested his back against the wall. Noting how how his thumb brushed lightly along the picture frame that held one of the photos of Julia that Jared had sent him before he was incarcerated. Her footsteps were light on the floor as she approached their bed. "How are you feeling?" Janus asked, lowering herself down beside him. Waiting for him, until he was ready to speak. She had learned that it wasn't wise to push him. John would speak of what's on his mind when the time was right. Turning her head when she heard the approaching of feet. A warm smile lifted her lips when Annie appeared in the doorway. She must've sense John's mood given how she tossed her bookbag into his desk chair, and her own questions soon were a thing on the wind.

"Johnny," Annie whispered softly, her touch was light on his right arm as she sat beside her brother. "Tell me what's wrong?"

"Nothing just something Wanda said to me," Johnny muttered, wondering if he could be like he was with Julia with his sister and Janus. Could he truly open himself up like again? Could he survive if something happened to them like what happened to Julia?

"Oh? What did she say?" Janus asked, snuggling closer to him.

"Something that I'm not sure if I can do again, I don't know if I'm strong enough."

"Strong enough for what?" Annie asked, confused.

"To open my heart again, like I was with Julia," John uttered softly, running the pads of his fingers down glass of the picture frame.

Janus saw Annie's eyes quivering at what he'd said, just like she knew hers were. She and Annie knew this was a very big step for John given his distrust of everyone who's a stranger to him. Yet she knew they had to be patient; knew they couldn't push him into the saying the words they both wanted to hear; they knew how he felt given the fact they could see it in his eyes.

"Johnny," scooting closer to her brother, "you don't have to say it now, take your time, and when you feel the time is right, and you truly feel ready, we'll be here. I know we both will be so happy to hear that you feel the same," Annie spoke in a loving tone as she placed a sweet kiss on John's right cheek.

"What if I'm not strong enough?"

"That's why you have us, and everyone else. So you don't have to be strong all the time. You're not in that place anymore, where you had to be strong, you're here, safe with us," Janus said, noting how his left eye glanced over at her. "The world might have let you down in the past, but we will never let you fall." Conveying the love she had for him into her words to show him that he was safe with them.

"But I do... I just don't know..."

"Shh," Annie cooed turning his chin towards her. "We know you do, yet you don't how to say the words when they did such horrible things to Julia. While I would love to hear the words coming from these lips," lightly brushing her index finger along John's lower lip, "I know it will take time. I've waited five years to be with you. I can wait a little longer, until you're ready to say, 'I love you'."

"Just because you can't say it now, doesn't mean we'll ever leave you; because we already know you do..." Looking towards the door when a knock came upon it only to find Ruth standing in the doorway.

"I'm sorry for interrupting the three of you. I was wondering if Johnny would come meet my sister," Ruth said, knowing he could relate to her younger sister who waited in the living room after she flown in to meet Bill and rest of his family.

"Me?"

"Mmmhmm," Ruth nodded. "I was hoping that you could help her deal with what was done to her. Give how you've been..."

"Oh. You sure?" Johnny asked, looking at Ruth oddly.

"Very sure, Johnny," Ruth answered truthfully. "That is if you're up to it."

"Give me a minute."

"Sure, Johnny, no rush," Ruth said, with a warm smile before slipping out the doorway.

Annie melted into the kiss John unexpectedly planted on her lips. Her hands lightly caressed his face as she poured her love into that embrace. Leaving her breathless when Janus filled her spot. Feeling her face heating when John looked back at them when he stood in the doorway. What happened next stilled both women's hearts.

"Annie, Janus, I do love you. I'm sorry I can't properly show it," Johnny spoke, leaving the two of them speechless on their bed. A genuine smile appeared on his lips when he heard the squeals emanating from his room and their words of 'Can you believe it?!', 'I know!', 'He loves us!'

"Johnny?!" Brandan was taken by surprise as his son hugged him out of the blue. A hug he might add that he hasn't felt from his son for a very long time.

"I'm sorry you were given a faulty son."

"You are not broken. You're my son, problems and all," Brandan whispered hugging his son tightly. Wondering what had gotten into his son as the doors to the den slid closed.​