Family Affairs – Niki and Olivia – Part 3 – Chapter 6

Incest stories: Family Affairs – Niki and Olivia – Part 3 – Chapter 6

“I’ll leave one of the back lights on by the pool, sort of a lighthouse to find your way back.” I showed her where a spare key was hidden on the patio, so she could get back into the house. She leaned up and kissed me again to thank me then paused for just a moment and inhaled my scent. She opened her pretty blue eyes and winked at me then turned and headed out onto the property.

I went back into the house, and found the main room completely empty, and the whole place dark but for one table lamp. I headed back to my room. I went in and since it was empty, I grabbed a shower and collapsed into bed, totally beat after all the excitement of the day.

I came awake as Rachel slid into bed next to me, so I rolled onto my back and let her settle in with my arm around her, pulling her in close. I kissed the top of her head, and held her like that for a just a little too long.

“What’s wrong, baby?” she asked without moving.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve known you a long time, I know when something’s bothering you.”

“It can wait.”

“Nope, now while we have a little quiet time together.”

She was amazing. I could never keep secrets from her. Hell she knew when I’d tried to look at her tits growing up.

“Do you remember how we all felt when the truth about the old man , Teri and Emily, and your family’s history all came out? How cathartic it was and how relieved we all were?

“Yes.”

“Well, truth has a darker nastier side that I’d forgotten about. It’s a side that has sharp teeth that bite and can cut deeply. It can be dark and harsh, and it hurts just as much as the other side gives us joy and makes us feel better.”

She rolled over, put her chin on my chest, and looked up at me, her tears rolling quietly down her face.

“David…”

“We’re fine Rach.” I told her as I touched the side of her face. She leaned into it and kissed my palm. “But the events of the last few weeks aren’t what we thought they were. I want to tell you, but it’s going to hurt, and
I wouldn’t do that deliberately for anything in the world.”

The door opened just then and Teri came in and moved to the bed to slide in on my other side. She looked to be in a good mood, and then she saw Rachel and stopped.

“What’s happened?”

“David was telling me a story. Something that’s going to hurt from the build up.”

Teri slid closer to me and cuddled in, touching Rachel and running her hands over her head and trying to comfort her a little.

I told them about the old man, everything that transpired between us in the parking garage, and my threat to kill him if he ever came sniffing around our lives ever again. They both took it pretty well, and of course, knowledge of the new woman in his life really hit Rachel hard. There were a lot of tears and a lot of hugs over the next couple of hours. We finally all calmed down and settled in together with Rachel cradled in between me and Teri.

I woke up some time later with Teri climbing out of bed.

“What’s up?” I whispered, not wanting to wake Rachel if I could avoid it.

“Emily’s scared of thunderstorms, so I better go check on her.”

I heard the thunder roll across the house right then.

“Do you want any help?”

“No, I just need to make sure she gets back to sleep.” She said as she bent down and kissed me. “Go back to sleep, I’ll be back.”

“Bring her back with you if you need to.”

“I will.” She kissed me again and headed to check on our daughter.

I couldn’t get back to sleep, then I realized how bad I had to piss.

I was on my way back to bed, when I realized that I didn’t know if Olivia had come back. It was then that I heard the faint thumping on the slider glass, down low near the floor.

I moved to the door and pulled the drapes back and there was Olivia sitting curled up as small as she could make herself leaning against the door and flinching at every instance of thunder or lightning, slapping the door weakly with her open hand. I had no idea how long she’d been there. I slid the door open and bent down to get her.

“Jesus Olivia, are you alright?!?”

She didn’t say anything, she just sobbed convulsively. I picked her up in my arms and toed the door shut again and took her into the bathroom.

“Olivia, you’re freezing,” I said as I set her slowly down on her feet. “Let’s get these wet clothes off you and get you into the shower.”

I thumbed her sweat pants and underwear together and let her step out of the heap on the floor. As I pulled the hem of her tee shirt up, her hands grabbed mine to stop me. Our eyes met, and I saw nothing but abject fear in hers.

“Olivia, I won’t hurt you, but if you want to do it yourself, I’ll certainly let you.”

The fear in her eyes faded and was replaced with recognition so she let go of my hands. I dismissed the thought that for a moment she’d lost her mind, but after I got her shirt over her head and off her, and turned her around to move her into the shower, I saw them. Welts and scars covered her back, old and healed, but certainly permanent. I reached up and gently touched one, then another as I followed them across and down her back all the way to the top of her butt.

“Ugly aren’t they?” she said as I reached her lower back. I put my hands on her shoulders to guide her because she still seemed unsteady on her pins.

“Can I ask what happened to you?” as I started the shower for her.

“It’s a long story David. Are you sure you want to hear it?” She flinched as the lightning from the storm flashed outside, and she cowered into me as the thunder rolled through. She was truly frightened of the storm.

“I’ve got nothing but time these days, Olivia. You’re inside and safe from the storm now.”

Olivia looked at me like she’d just been told there was no Santa Clause. I let go of her and stepped back out to the shower entrance and leaned against the doorway so I could talk to her.

Even with the scars down her back, Olivia was a beautiful young woman. It was hard to tear my eyes away from her, but then I realized that she was just standing there, not under the hot water and not moving toward it, just sort of phased out with a thousand yard stare in her eyes.

I shed my clothes and moved into the shower with her. I turned her around to face me and gently backed her into the hot water stream. Her skin was cold to the touch and she was shivering as the warm water hit her. I just let the water run down her back and then into her hair to try and warm her up. I looked down into her face as I smoothed her hair back into one cascade down her back, (doing my best to be the gallant young man and not stare at her lovely body).

“So can you tell me about the scars?”

“When I was 4 I was riding in the car with my parents. They’d just picked me up from the sitter’s and we were going home. They had gone to some sort of party at my mom’s office. The last thing that I remember was playing a game with my mother. I’ve always been afraid of storms like this one, so mom would always tell me that the storm couldn’t see me if I was on the floor in the back seat. If it couldn’t see me, then it couldn’t get me. So I would slide down onto the floor and pull a travel blanket over my head and hide from the storm until we got home.

I did that that night just like always, and I remember feeling so happy. Mom and dad were there with me and I knew I was safe. I guess I fell asleep, because the next thing that I remember is waking up in hospital with a bunch of doctors and nurses around me.”

“Jesus, that had to be quite a shock.”

“I found out years later that a semi had come across the median and drove over our car. The driver had fallen asleep and didn’t even realize what was going on until it was already too late. The truck crushed our car, the police said that the only reason that I survived was that I had been so low in the back seat that the damage formed a shell around me and protected me. My parent’s bodies were folded in among that wreckage.”

“Did you have any relatives that took you in after that?”

“No, there was no one, so I ended up in foster care. I was sent to a household that had one kid, a boy about 12 or thirteen when I got there. The social worker told them about my fear of storms, and they took me anyway. When the first storm hit, I started screaming and crying of course, but that set the parents on edge, so they punished me for waking them up in the middle of the night.”

“Are you kidding me?” While she was talking to me I got a handful of shampoo and started washing her hair.

She just stood there and let me massage her scalp while she talked.

“No, it got better, by the time the next storm hit, they had decided that I was just throwing the tantrums to get attention, so they decided that ‘aversion therapy’ was the way to ‘cure’ me and teach me a lesson…and some manners.

So when the thunder and lightning started, of course I started screaming and crying so they put a dog collar around my neck and staked me out in the yard on the dog’s chain. I just curled up in a ball and cowered and cried. When the husband came out to get me, I was still sobbing uncontrollably. When we got back in the house, he was furious and decided to ‘give me something to cry about’. He took off his belt and beat me with the buckle end until I passed out from the pain.”

“Jesus Olivia, didn’t child services do anything?” It was the only thing I could think to say as I pulled the shower head free and started rinsing her hair.

“No, by the time my social worker’s next visit rolled around they had bandaged me up and the cuts had started to scab over. She didn’t see anything that would point to the damage, and I was still pretty young, so I didn’t say anything, plus I was too scared to say a word for fear of getting beaten again.”

“How long did this go on?” I soaped up my hands and squatted down and started washing her feet and legs. As I worked my way up I made a deliberate point of not getting too close to her pussy. I really wanted her to relax and feel safe.

“Until I was eight. After I turned six though, the situation took on a new twist. After he brought me back inside and beat me, I was laying face down on the floor of my room, their teenage son would sneak into the room and start playing with me. He fingered my ass and rubbed my pussy, but never broke my cherry.”

“Smart little bastard, wasn’t he?”

“Yeah, as far as I know, he’s still a bastard.”

“Still no one did anything, did they? Didn’t want to believe their little boy would do anything like that did they?”

“Exactly! The more I demanded that he was doing those things to me, the more they denied it and punished me for lying.”

I moved up to washing her torso, again intending to avoid anything that could be interpreted as sexual, but when I got to her stomach, Olivia turned facing away from me, took my hands and placed them on her breasts.

“It’s okay, David, I want you to touch me. More than anything I’ve ever wanted.”

“I just didn’t want to push you, Olivia. You’ve been through a lot tonight.”

“Please…”

So I began massaging her breasts as I washed all over and under her tits before I started rubbing across her nipples. She responded by leaning back into me and reaching around to grab my ass and pull me in close. I pushed her gently for the rest of her story.

“So how long did you endure this?”

“Ungh…you’ve got wonderful hands. Ummm let’s see…I was there for 4 years. The last beating I took was bad, lots of blood and deep cuts. They cleaned me up the next morning and managed to get me all bandaged up just as the social worker arrived for one of her rare, unscheduled, surprise visit. Everything was going their way, but I said that I really had to pee, so while I was in the bathroom, I tore off the bandages that I could reach and made sure the cuts were bleeding just a little. Ungh…damn you’re very distracting for a guy who says he wants to hear my story.”

I had tweaked her nipples a few times, so I squeezed her breasts and pulled her up on her tip toes with them.

I let go of her tits and moved my hands down to her stomach and pushed her in front of me a little so I could wash her back and ass.

“Anyway, when I went back in, I made sure I sat next to my social worker. She seemed to like me, so she always held my hand or rubbed my back trying to make that connection that they all seem to want. You know, to make themselves feel like they’ve done a good job. When she pulled her hand back it was peppered with my blood. Needless to say, she went ballistic and yanked me out of the house right then and there. She called the cops, and they rolled up just before the ambulance. She filled them in and showed them my blood soaked shirt, so they busted the whole family. While the EMTs cut my shirt off and started to treat me, she asked all the questions that they’re supposed to ask to cover their asses. How long has this been happening?, why didn’t you say anything?, you know.

The cops and the EMTs took photos of all the damage and asked me a bunch of questions. I told them everything about what had happened over the previous 4 years. It all spilled out in tears and pain. I thought my case worker was going to puke on herself.”

“Yeah, I can only imagine what was going through your head. All the anger and blame with your own questions like why did you leave me here, or why didn’t you do anything sooner?”

“Exactly. Eventually I forgave her, but it took a long time. One of the cops was really pissed at her, I didn’t know why until years later my new parents told me that one of the cops that busted the family had been at the accident 4 years earlier and had carried me from the wreckage to the ambulance.

A full investigation into the family proved they had done everything I’d claimed that they did, DNA on the husband’s belt buckles and photos that junior took of all the things he had done to me over the previous two years.”

“They never thought they could be caught, did they?”

“It seems so. Worst of all was that after I turned 18, the mother tried to contact me, an apparent attempt to apologize or corroborate some bullshit story to get her a reduced sentence. I never really found out, I wanted nothing to do with any of those people ever again.”

I rinsed her body down then I leaned her forward a little and she put her hands palm flat on the wall so her ass stuck out toward me. I soaped up my hands again and started washing her ass and upper legs.

“I got placed with an older couple that didn’t have any kids of their own, and later they adopted me as their daughter. I had a pretty good childhood after that. They were caring and loving and helped me get past all the shit that had come before, everything except the storms.”

She winced each and every time she noticed the thunder and lightning. Part of getting her to tell me her story was to distract her from the storm, so she could calm down and maybe forget about the fact that I’d left her outside for so long. Since she’d been distracted by telling me her story, and she was obviously feeling better, I started massaging her body not so much to clean, but to arouse.

“Ohhh, that feels so good. If I ask you very nicely, will you fuck me, please?”

“I promise you won’t have to ask me twice.” I ran my soapy hands up and down her body and slid one hand in between her ass cheeks and down around to her pussy, and started to play with her clit.”

“Ungh…that’s more like what I was hoping for!!!”

I rinsed her off completely and returned my hand to cup her pussy from behind and started kissing down her back toward her ass. I kissed each and every horrible scar that I encountered gently and lovingly so that she would know that they didn’t scare me or repulse me. That this was merely a physical reminder of how strong she really was and that she had survived the ordeal that had left her marked.

I kissed all the way down to the top of her ass, and then I spread her cheeks and kissed and licked down her crack before sticking my tongue in her ass.

Her moans gave me confidence to keep going and so I reached up and inserted a finger in her pussy. She was clearly feeling better, because she started rotating her hips. Then she pushed herself down on my hand and back onto my tongue. She reached down and grabbed my hand.

“More…please. More fingers.”

I pulled my hand away and replaced it with two more fingers.

“Ungh…yes, that’s it. Fuck me with your hand, faster, and a little harder. Please!”

“That’s what you want is it? Harder, faster? Will that make you cum, Olivia?”

“Oh…God yes!”

I put my face back into her ass crack and just as she started to cum, I stuck my tongue as deep into her rosebud as I could. She stretched up onto her toes again, pushed her ass into me a little further, and dropped her head between her arms.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes!!! I’m cumming!”

I moved down and clamped my mouth over her pussy and tickled her clit with my tongue.

“Shit! I’m cumming again!! Oh…my…God!!!”

Olivia’s legs were shaking and her knees started to buckle on the heels of a double orgasm, so I stood up and held her against me so she wouldn’t fall and let her come down from the high. She just sort of melted into my arms.

She turned into me and hugged me as tightly as she could. She looked up at me after a minute or two and said, “That was wonderful, but I feel bad that you’re still carrying that around.” She reached down and stroked my hard, twitching cock.

“It’s alright, I loved having you cum on my face.”

She put her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply with her tongue sliding desperately into my mouth.

All I could do was return her kisses and let our tongues dance back and forth between our mouths.

“Mmmm.” She said as she pulled back and licked her lips, “I taste pretty good on you, don’t I?”

“You certainly do.”

She kissed me again then climbed up on me and slid herself down onto my hard shaft. She started slow, then once my cock head was inside her she just slid down the entire length of my shaft and stopped only after she’d reached the bottom.

“Mmmm… Sarah was right, your cock feels wonderful!”

“Sarah?”

“That’s what she whispered to me at the office today.”

“Is that why you blushed so badly?”

“It was…the thought of your cock sliding into me, into any or all of my holes. It helped drive that last orgasm that you saw in the office too. That’s why I shared my cum with you, you were responsible for it.”

I reached around and grabbed her ass and lifted her up along the length of my cock until I was almost out of her, then I dropped her and let her slide all the way down my cock.

“Ungh…fuck me Davey, please keep me full and fuck me stupid.” She begged as she started fucking me in earnest.

I started moving my hips back and forth with her until we found a comfortable rhythm and she climbed
quickly toward another orgasm.

“Oh…fuck…I’m gonna cum…again!!”

“Cum for me Olivia! Cum all over my hard cock!”

“Ungh!!! OH MY GOD!!!”

She leaned down and planted her mouth on my shoulder and bit down until her orgasm started to subside.
She pulled her mouth off of my shoulder and leaned back and threw her head back. I hadn’t stopped thrusting into her through her orgasm, and I was barely holding off my own when I noticed Rachel standing in the shower doorway.

Stark naked and rubbing her breasts and pussy, she looked like she was close to cumming herself. I slowed my strokes, but didn’t stop. Rachel was staring at us with pure animal lust oozing from every pore.

She stopped rubbing herself when she realized I had seen her and stepped up quietly behind Olivia. She ran her fingers over Olivia’s back, and then planted a kiss on her neck. Olivia had stiffened at Rachel’s first touch, but I kept my rhythm steady and let Rachel’s kiss work its magic. Olivia started to relax when Rachel turned Olivia’s head toward her and licked across her mouth while she started playing with Olivia’s breasts.

“Mmmm…” It sounded like the moan of enjoyment had come from both of them, but I couldn’t tell. Rachel pulled her mouth away from Olivia and locked her gaze with mine while she continued to knead Olivia’s tits.

“He has a wonderful cock, doesn’t he Olivia?”

“Oh God, yes.”

Rachel pulled on Olivia’s nipples and pulled little groans of painful ecstasy from her.

“Oh God Rachel, pull harder!” So Rachel did, pulling and pinching Olivia’s nipples until, “I’m going to cum again.

Ungh…now!!!”

“Fuck her Davey, fuck her hard. I want to see her cum all over your cock!”

That was it, I couldn’t hold off any more, not with my beautiful mother telling me to fuck this girl to orgasm.

Olivia and I came at the same time. I looked at her face and Rachel grabbed her hair and held her head up to look at me too.

“Look in his eyes Olivia, look at how much he cares about you.”

“Ungh…Oh, My God!!! I’m cumming again, oh fuuuuuck me, David, fuck meee!”

Her orgasm crested and ebbed, just as she was nearly down from the ride, Rachel knelt down, shoved her tongue into her ass again, and drove her right back to the top of the wave.

“OhmygogOhmygodOhmygod!” Was all Olivia could muster.

I put Olivia down gently and she turned to Rachel and dropped to her knees in front of her, wrapping her arms around Rachel’s thighs to help steady herself and pull her in closer to Rachel’s crotch. Rachel put her hands on Olivia’s head and guided her to her pussy.

Olivia licked Rachel from her ass to her clit, then back again. She pushed two fingers into her own pussy and coated them with our cum as it poured out of her and down the drain. Once she had herself wound up again, she reached up and pushed her fingers into Rachel’s ass.

“Oh…Ungh!” Rachel’s power of speech suddenly eluded her, and she looked as if she might collapse in a heap on the floor, so I moved around behind her and pulled her into me with my hands taking as much of her ample breasts as I could.

“Oh my…that’s…oh fuuuuuck!” Rachel cried as she came on Olivia’s face. She put one leg up over Olivia’s shoulder and pulled her in a little tighter to her cunt to make sure Olivia got all of her nectar.

“Jesus Davey, this girl is talented!”

“More than you know.” I said, remembering Olivia fisting herself to several orgasms on the floor of Dee Dee’s office.

Olivia stood up and came in to kiss her deeply. When she finished, she pulled back, then came in and kissed me.

The three of us rinsed and dried each other, then went in and climbed into bed. The thunder and lightning were still battling one another in the night sky outside, but Olivia seemed calmer and less bothered by it. Just the same, she climbed into bed between me and Rachel and clung to us like she was still a frightened child trying to draw strength and peace from the two of us.

Olivia was just starting to drift off to sleep when Teri came in with Emily. She didn’t miss a step as she moved to the bed and saw Olivia there with Rachel and me.

“Olivia, are you alright?” Emily asked her as she climbed up onto the bed with us.

“I am sweetie, I just needed a little help getting to sleep.”

“I’m afraid of the storms, too.” She said to Olivia as she climbed into bed between her and Rachel. She cuddled down in as Rachel wrapped her arms around Emily and Emily did the same for Olivia. Olivia had tears in her eyes from the gesture of this 10 year old girl trying to make her feel better.

I got up and pulled Teri close to me and kissed her.

“Is she okay?” I asked her about Emily.

“She is, it isn’t so bad this time. What about Olivia?”

“Really bad, but better now. I think she just might be okay.”

I looked at Olivia and Emily together in the bed with Rachel beaming over the two of them. Olivia kissed Emily on the forehead then pulled her in close to her breast, and Emily kissed the top of each of Olivia’s breasts then snuggled down into them and closed her eyes. Hmmm.

Teri climbed into bed and spooned up behind Olivia and I spooned in behind Teri. By the time I got in behind Teri, I had another full erection. Instead of letting it keep any space between Teri and me, I rubbed it up and down between her pussy lips until I felt her getting wet and her breathing started to get deep and a little husky.

I slid into her pussy easily, and she let out a low, throaty moan as continued until I was in her as far as I could go. She reached behind her and grabbed my ass and pulled me in as tightly as she could. She moved her hips around slowly for a little bit, getting herself accustomed to my hard shaft deep inside her.

“David, is this the sort of treatment I could expect if I take you up on your offer?” Olivia asked, once the lights were off and everyone was settled.

“Most definitely!”

“Then my answer is yes. Emphatically, completely, and blissfully yes!”

“Yes.” I whispered into Teri’s ear, “Olivia will be just fine.”

She pushed her hips back into me once as acknowledgment of what I said, then nestled a little deeper into Olivia’s hair.

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The epilogue that once occupied this space has been deleted by the author. Mainly because he HATED it! It was written in haste to wrap these chapters up with the probability of not coming back to them. He has reconsidered this position.

If you have read these stories before and notice the difference now that this piece has been changed, the author apologizes sincerely and hopes that the new chapters will more than make up for any confusion.

If you are reading these for the first time, thank you. Hopefully enjoyment was had by all. Worry not, you’re not missing anything; trust me.

New chapters are in the works, they need to be polished and refined just a little more before they can be posted.

The author sincerely hopes that this little change has caused no one any great consternation, if it has he apologizes once again.

Thank you.

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