Chapter 5
Ernie Small, six feet in height, slender, not muscular but not flabby, was an older-looking version of his son. His skin was more tan than that of his son, but that was because he worked out of doors all day long, and the winters in Arkansas were a long way from being the dreaded ice sheets they were in the neighboring state of Kansas.
Ernie had a longer nose than his son, and he was around a lot longer and looked like more of a man of the world. Otherwise father and son bore startling resemblances to one another. What his wife never knew was that Ernie had seen every one of her porn movies, and had fallen in love with the girl in them. She had sucked and fucked and still had maintained an air of total innocence, and that was because, in a way, she was innocent. To her, there had been nothing wrong with what she had been doing. It seemed the most natural thing in the world, and that purity of thought came through on her face.
Although Ernie's son looked just like him, his daughter did not bear a resemblance to his wife. On the contrary, fifteen-year-old Nana looked more like her father and brother than her mother. Nana was absolutely beautiful, with long, shining black hair, hair that fell halfway to her waist. She had a high forehead, two large brown eyes, a short, upturned nose, and a cupid's bow mouth. At the age of fifteen, her body was already fully developed, with high, swollen breasts even larger than her mother's, a waist just as narrow, but she lacked her mother's big ass. Though she had wide hips, her buttocks were round and tight. She wore the latest designer jeans with no trouble at all, but always had to wear tight brassieres to keep her full breasts from wobbling.
Seeing his mother on the movie screen had aroused Bert's inner lust for her, and his attack on her had brought out her desire to be overpowered by him. But Ernie Small, unlike his son, didn't need movies to know his own feelings. He loved his wife dearly, and when his daughter had been born, right from the first day, he had known she would grow up to be stunningly beautiful, with all of her mother's good feminine traits, even though she had the feral looks of her father. Ernie had coveted his daughter almost from the first time he had seen her, but for fifteen years had kept himself nicely under control, more often than not taking out his lusts for her on the body of his wife. How was he to know that the same feelings all little girls have for their fathers was even more rampant in Nana, and at the age of fifteen she was feeling strange stirrings inside her? After all, she was the product of her parents, and as a result, had lascivious stirrings in her from both sides of the family.
Nana's best friend was Ellen, who lived a half mile away from her. Ever since Nana had lost her bike, she'd had to walk it to Ellen's home, and she also had to walk back.
It was two days following Bert's initial rape of his mother that Nana learned Ellen had to leave for a dental appointment early in the afternoon, and as a result the two girls would be unable to play together for the afternoon. Shrugging, she gathered her school books and started on the long walk home. It was while she was walking that she met Bob Wade, still grumpy about Saturday night. Nana loved squeezing information out of people, and though Bob didn't tell her everything, he did tell her he was angry at her brother because of a girl. Also, Bob had some film that Bert had bought without Bob ever really understanding why. Smiling at him, Nana left him and continued heading home.