Chapter 9
Truth will out, and when Fern made a wet, tired entrance half an hour later, Charlie guessed what happened and all hell broke loose.
The next day he called his older sister, Margot, from work. She was the one person he could talk to when a personal problem afflicted him. She would listen.
The only trouble was, she was as straight as a pin. She was a spinster. A virgin. When she heard the story, she froze in terror. She'd not only never heard of sex, she'd never heard of infidelity, let alone incest.
One thing led to another, and finally she had the whole story of the Thompson family's experimentations laid out for her. She was shocked. If her heart hadn't been sound, she would have had an attack.
Of course, Dorothy was her sister, her younger sister, but she had so disapproved of her getting married, that she'd never set foot in the Thompson household.
But this one time would be an exception. She promised she would brandish her moral ax and enter, to clean up the mess. She had a right. After all, she had the bodies and souls of her young nephew and niece to look after. She had to save them, before their parents inflicted terrible harm on them.
Charlie approved. He didn't divulge his role in the sexual interludes. But he would certainly stop lusting after Dorothy and May, so Roger would quite chasing Fern.
Fern was penitent. She had never seen her husband quite so affronted. She promised she would never set an unfaithful foot out of the house, so long as Charlie wouldn't leave her.
The whole family drove over to the Thompson house the following evening: Fern, Charlie, Margot and Ricky. All of them. They dressed in their Sunday best.
For Margot that was an all-black outfit she'd worn at her last funeral, that is, the last funeral she'd attended.
At the Thompson house, it was an evening like all evenings. The children had finished their homework and gone to bed early, May with Daddy, and Ralphie with Mommie. It was a household of real togetherness.
No one quarreled any more in the family, because everyone was happy. Everyone was satisfied.
The front door was unlocked and the four unexpected visitors walked right in. The downstairs was empty, so they started up the stairs.
They came up silently, soundlessly. They heard sighings and moanings coming from two of the bedrooms as they neared the top.
Margot and Charlie timed it perfectly. They each stood by one bedroom door, ready to thrust it open and let out the contents of Pandora's box. Fern and Ricky stood meekly by.
The signal came and the intruders broke in. The chaos was totally confusing, the roar or protests deafening.
Dorothy ran screaming from her son's room, clutching her slip to her nude body. "What a way to greet your sister, who you haven't seen in fifteen years!" she was whimpering. She dashed into the bathroom.
Margot saw how voluptuous her sister had become and was jealous. As she looked after her disappearing body, Roger came out of the master bedroom, unashamedly sporting an erection, still glistening with May's cunt juice. He smiled affably, shook hands all around, beginning with Charlie, and said, "Hey, man, the cops are playing the robbers tonight on cable TV. Want to watch?"
"Oh, hey, thanks, sure. Excuse me, Margot." And the two men went downstairs. Soon the television was blaring in a friendly fashion. Snap-cans popped and male voices exclaimed.
Upstairs Ralphie soon appeared at the door to his bedroom, scratching his head with one hand and his crotch with the other. He too sported an erection. "Where'd Mom go?" he asked.
"That way," said his cousin Ricky, pointing to the closed bathroom door. "Heyyyy!" Ricky had just spotted the naked body of his cousin May peeking out of the master bedroom door.
"What's going on here?" she inquired sleepily. "Oh, hi, Ricky, how are you? I thought you'd be at the game tonight."
"No, May, it's out of town. Only the first string went." His brown eyes were blued to the crack in the door, which kept getting larger and larger.
When the bathroom door opened, Margot's head turned away, and May beckoned furtively. Ricky slipped inside and the door closed.
Dorothy came out of the bathroom just then, in a robe and with her hair combed and swept up.
Margot looked around. "Where's Ricky?" she asked.
"Oh, probably downstairs," answered Fern, whose eyes were riveted on her nephew Ralphie's stiff cock. He met her gaze and grinned. Then he went back inside his room and shut the door.
Dorothy and Margot looked at each other. They broke into smiles.
"Oh, Dorothy, I'm sorry. It's so good to see you, after so many years."
"Yes, dear Margot, it is. Two sisters shouldn't be apart as long as we have." Dorothy embraced her sister and meant it. "You know as well as I do, Margot, the younger kids in a family are always more way out than the older ones. Research has been done ... "
"I s'pose I'll just have to accept that," said Margot, barely hearing. She was entranced by the blossoming of her younger sister. They walked arm in arm down the stairs.
"Stay for a snack, Margot, will you?" Dorothy was saying. "In fact, stay overnight. Visit us for several weeks. We must get re-acquainted."
When their voices were safely out of earshot, Fern looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Then she rapped briskly on Ralphie's door and disappeared inside.
"Let's get married," May was saying to her cousin Ricky, who had just fucked the shit out of her. She was lying in a pool of jism.
"Silly, first cousins can't get married," he said, fingering her little cunt and her lively little tits.
"But I love you," May was saying. "More than Daddy, more than Uncle Charlie ... "
"And I love you," he protested, fingering her twat for the fourteenth time, "but the law says ... "
"Fuck the law!" said May, pouting. Why were there so many barriers between her and happiness?
"I believe you would!" said Cousin Ricky. "But you don't want to have children with four toes and seventeen fingers, do you?"
May giggled, "Two cocks?" she asked hopefully. "It's worth a try."
The Thompson family and the Lennon family got along very well after that. Roger even took Margot aside one night and let her in on the facts of life. In the morning the mattress was bloody.
When she blossomed, she was nearly as pretty as her sister. She got younger every day, under her brother-in-law's expert tutelage.
"Aunt Margot, you're lovely," said Ralphie to her one day, his hand entwined in Aunt Fern's. They'd just come from the bath.
"Why, thank you, dear boy," said Aunt Margot. "I need a new lover, boy, how about it?"
"Sure," said Fern, "take 'im. He's yours." And she thrust her nephew over to her sister-in-law. She'd been aching for Ricky.
And that's how it went in the families, who soon bought a large house jointly, so they could live together and share their mutually beneficial experiences. And they were never jealous if their lover left them, because a new one was always just around the corner of the next bedroom.
The other townspeople regarded them all as something of an oddity, and continued to marry and divorce at a rapid rate.
To prove their togetherness the Thompsons and the Lennon's nailed up a sign outside their large, rambling home. It read:
THE FAMILY THAT PLAYS TOGETHER, STAYS TOGETHER.
And they lived happily ever after. There were no offspring, and many years later, the tomb inscription on their family plot would read the same thing.