Incestory: Some therapies work better than others.. His family was already waiting for him on the porch of his parent’s old farmhouse when he turned off of rural route 2 and onto their long gravel driveway. They stood in a line, their arms around each other’s shoulders, and smiled and waved at his car in greeting.
He had to chuckle at their quaintness, he’d only been gone a year … they were acting like he’d just got back from a tour in ‘Nam.
Of course, he couldn’t really blame them for their enthusiasm … there wasn’t exactly a lot of excitement in Illinois these days – never had been.
Still, it was the first time he’d ever been gone for more than a day or two, and he really was kind of excited about being back on the farm again despite how much he’d tried to convince himself otherwise while he was away at school.
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His mother rushed to the car and pulled open the door before he’d even had a chance to cut off the engine.
She reached in and hugged him tightly around the shoulders, her curly soft brown hair tickling his face, her big soft tits pressed into his shoulder.
“Oh John!” she cried, “Welcome home!”
He unbuckled his seatbelt and wrapped an arm around her head to hug her back as best as he could manage in the confined space. He allowed himself a moment to revel in the feel of her soft body and the smell of her hair before pulling away.
“Hi Mom!” he laughed, “Uh, you’re kinda embarrassing me.”
“Good!” She leaned in again and kissed his lips tenderly.
John looked sideways through the windshield and watched his father and brother approach.
He reluctantly broke off the kiss and held her chin to prevent her from kissing him again.
“Dad’s coming,” he warned her.
She grabbed his shoulder and tugged on him to urge him out of the car.
“Look what I’ve found!” she announced, finally managing to pull him from the car. “He’s all grown up after going to college and he doesn’t want his mother to hug and kiss him anymore.”
Dad cocked an eyebrow and forced a smile.
Bobby and Jenna rushed to him and embraced him warmly.
Bobby was just ten but the farm work had made him strong. He’d gotten their Dad’s red hair, just like John had. Jenna was barely two years older than Bobby but she wasn’t exactly a weakling either – she was a carbon copy of their mother.
“Ow! Let me go you little shits!” he laughed and tussled their hair roughly.
“Language!” Mom admonished.
“Yeah, watch your language, Shithead!” Bobby teased.
Dad clamped a strong hand down on Bobby’s shoulder and he shut up immediately.
“Welcome home, John,” his father said flatly.
“Thanks, Dad. Good to be back.” His father looked tired, he was sure a lot of it had to do with the fact that Mark was still overseas, he was in college, and Dad had to do almost all of of the farmwork by himself now – at least until Bobby got older.
A movement from the house caught his eye. The blinds in Grace’s bedroom window swayed almost imperceptibly side to side … she’d been watching him and had disturbed them, giving herself away.
His mother followed his gaze up to his sister’s window and took his hand to get his attention.
“Why didn’t Grace come down?” he asked her.
“John,” his mother said the way she did when she wanted him to pay close attention to her. “She hasn’t been taking her pills … she doesn’t like them.”
“Damned nutcase, if you ask me,” Dad offered. “She’s an adult now … we shouldn’t have to watch out for her no how.”
“Yeah!” Bobby spat, “She’s been a pain in the ass since you left, Dude!”
Dad squeezed Bobby’s shoulder and he winced in pain – but he got the message.
“Wait ’til you see what I’ve done with your room since you’ve been gone,” his mother said in her suspenseful voice.
“She got you a waterbed!” Jenna blurted.
Bobby shoved her and huffed: “You weren’t supposed to tell him, Dork!”
“Dad!” Jenna cried.
“Enough!” Mom barked at the two of them and they stopped fighting but continued to fidget and nudge each other’s shoulders in an endless game of tit for tat.
His mother sighed and shook her head. “So much for the surprise.” She looked him in the eye and smiled. “I’m sure you’ll like it anyway.”
He felt his heart race for a moment and had to look away from her before he blushed.
“Come on, Honey!” she tugged him again, pulling him towards the house this time.
“See you at dinner?” he asked his father over his shoulder.
Dad just shrugged.
“Later then,” he offered.
“Reckon so.” He spit a wad of tobacco juice on the ground and looked towards the barn. “We gotta go clean the coop now, don’t we, Kiddos?”
“Awwww, Man!” Bobby and Jenna cried in unison.
“What’s wrong with everyone?” John asked his mother nervously as his father ambled away with Bobby and Jenna in tow.
“Don’t worry … it’s nothing to do with you. It’s a long story. Time enough for that after you get settled in, okay?”
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Grace started to come down the stairs just as John and his mother came through the front door. They stopped together at the bottom of the stairs and watched her.
Grace noticed them waiting and came to a sudden halt about halfway down.
She was dressed in a short denim skirt, platform sandals, and a tight thin strapped red top. John had never seen her dress this way before. She must have noticed his shock because her big brown eyes lit up and she gave him a little smile.
She looked different … very different.
The first thing he noticed about her was that her breasts were bigger. She’d gained some weight – it wasn’t bad on her but she definitely wasn’t the scrawny girl he remembered from just last year. Her hips were wider and her thighs were a bit thicker too.
He noted that her hair was recently washed and cut as well. She’d obviously started styling it and it fell in long brown curls around her shoulders to frame her round face and big brown eyes just so.
The impulse to run up to her and kiss her nearly overcame him. He shook his head to clear the thought and chastised himself bitterly for thinking ‘that way’ about his own little sister.
“Grace!” Mom cried, “Your brother’s home! The least you could do is say hi!”
“Hey John,” she said and smiled in her endearingly shy way.
“You got a hot date or something?” he asked teasingly.
She turned and fled back up the stairs.
His mother slapped his shoulder and shot him a warning look.
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