Incest stories: Hoosier Taboo? – Chapter 6
After Cody wakes up from a coma, he gets a few surprises. Then things take a turn for the better.
TO THE READER: This is the final installment in the ‘Hoosier Taboo’ series. This one is not to disappoint. There’s also an epilogue that follows right after the story. If you haven’t read the first five parts or don’t remember, go back to those first five before you read on. Please leave feedback in the comments below. Thanks.
The soft, white light continued to go on for quite a while, and it feels like I’m floating in mid-air. But then, it seemed I like was beginning to come back to earth. The soft, white lignt I was staring at soon disappeared and I was starting to wake back up into reality. When I woke up, I noticed that room I was in was very dark. The other thing I noticed was that I had tubes and needles all in me. But one thing was for sure, any injuries I must’ve sustained from the accident that my aunt and I were in have been healed. But there was one question that stiil remained: With my injuries heeled up already, how long have I been out? That’s one of the many questions I would seek answers to.
After about several hours of doctors and nurses being at my bedside to check my vitals, my mom came in.
Hi Cody honey, she said.
Hi…, m-mom.., I said as I’m still trying to gasp fo air. “Where am I?”
You’re in the coma care unit here at the hospital, she said. “You’ve been out for nearly 10 months now. It is now the middle of September.” At this point, I didn’t believe her at first. Then she continued, “Cody, a lot has happened while you were in a coma. But it’s best that we don’t discuss right now. You need your strengh.”
Can you at least give me some feedback about the accident that aunt Deena and I were involved in? I asked her.
Good news is that aunt Deena wasn’t seriously injured, she said. Then she continued, “She was treated and then released.”
What about the person who caused the wreck? I ssked. “What did the initial investigation turn up?”
Well, she said, “witnesses said that a younger woman fled the scene of the intersection where both you and aunt Deena were hit.”
So did they track her down? I asked.
Unfortunately not yet, she said. “Apparently, the car she was driving in was stolen when they ran the plates. So they’re not even sure who they’re looking for.” It was clear that this was a felony hit & run. But they were able to get a make out on her. But still no luck. All they have is some blood and fingerprints that was in the car that hit me.
About a couple of weeks later after I came out, two detectives that were in charge of the accident came in and asked me a few questions from my angle. But I really didn’t have a whole lot to discuss, because neither me or my aunt never even saw it coming. We had the green light, so we were within our right. Then the detectives left. As the weeks went by, I was able to improve little by little. It has now been five weeks since I woke up. Finslly my mom, Darren, Dana and my aunt Deena all came in. Right away, I noticed something out of the ordinary.
There’s something we need to tell you Cody, my mom said. But first, she asked both Darren and Dana to step out for several minutes.
What is it that you two wanted to tell me? I asked.
Well, I got some good news and some sad news to tell you, my mom said. “First off, you’re a father to a beautiful little girl. Congratulations.”
Oh my god, seriously? I said “I guess I carried out Jacob’s final wish, didn’t I?”
It’s not what you think, my mom said. Then aunt Deena chimes in, “It wasn’t Laura you got pregnant, it’s MY baby you’ve fathered Cody.”
Well, what about Laura? I asked.
Well, my mom said, Laura did get pregnant about two months after that afternoon when you and aunt Deena went over to Jacob’s to watch the football game.”
So who’s the father? I asked.
To be honest, aunt Deena said, “it would’ve been your brother Darren’s.”
What do you guys mean it would’ve BEEN Darren’s? I asked. “What do the hell are you guys talking about?”
Well, my mom said, “the sad news is that Laura died about five months ago. She died from complications following a miscarriage she had a week before she died.”
So Bethany is the only one left, I take it, I said.
Yes, aunt Deena said, “Jacob died less than three weeks after our afternoon escapade with both of them.”
So what’s going on with Bethany now? I asked. Then my mom said, “That’s not our primary concern right now. But she’ll be alright though, I promise you.” But as my mom and my aunt finished talking, both Dana & Darren both came back in.
Dana, I said, “What’s been going on with you?”
Well, Dana replied, “the good news is that the tests they ran when I was having appendicitis, turned out not to be serious. They found that I was also having gall bladder issues, so I had both my appendix and my gall bladder removed in one procedure.”
Oh,said in relief, “so it was serious but they treated it quickly then, didn’t they?” Did the recuperation have any affect on your classes?”
Fortunatly, no, Dana said. “Since I was so far ahead, all I really had to do was finish whatever I had left back home here. I was able to take my semester exams back home here as well and spend time here with you. Thrn I took 5he following semester off to help around.”
So when do you think you’re going back? I asked hwr.
Well, Dana said, “now that you’re improving, I’m gonna wait till after the new year. Then I’ll go back and finish my junior year.” Then I asked Darren, “And what about you?”
Well, darren replied, “the semester that Dana took time off for, I only took maybe a couple of classes so I could also spend time here with you and help mom and aunt Deena out- especially now with aunt Deena’s baby.”
As you can imagine son, my mom said as she begins to sob emotionally, “all of us have been here with you and pulling for you to wake up all this time. We all though you weren’t gonna make it.” I too began to sob a lirtle.
To be honest, I said, “I’m at a total loss for words. I can’t even begin how to thank all of you. I can’t even imagine how upside down its been for all of us.”
Well, aunt Deena said with a wink, “just seeing you alive is enough for us. But you still have an awful long way to go before you’re whole again.” And then before they all left for the night, my mom said, “Well Cody, we’re gonna go now. Bethany is babysitting your little girl. We love you sweetheart.” And so with that, they all gave me a hug and a kiss and then they were off.
I would be in the hospital for another three weekd, which would now be about two months after I came out of a coma. It’s now the middle of November, about one year after that dreadful night to what was otherwise an exciting afternoon at the Wilkins’ house. Finally a week before Thanksgiving, I finally was able to go home to open arms. My brother brought me home from the hospital, where everyone else was waiting. They took me out of the wheelchair and placed me in the recliner in the living room.
Wait right her Cody, aunt Deena said. She then goes into my bedroom and about a minute later, she comes back out holding a big, pink blanket with a baby in it. Then my aunt introduces her to me and said, “Cody, this is your daughter, Deanna.” At that moment, I was in tears. She then places the baby on my lap so I could hold her. Hard to believe that I’m actually a dad mow. Deanna gave me a little smile on her face. She then begins to cry as I sniffed her.
I think she needs to be changed, I said. Both my mom and my aunt laughed so hard. So they picked the baby up from me, then aunt Deena took our daughter and went to change her diaper. About a couple of minutes later, she brings the baby back out.
Cody, my mom said, “if you could hold your little girl, I could get a picture of both of you while Deena fixes her baby bottle.”
Sounds good to me, I said. “And while I’m holding her, maybe I could also feed her if that’s no problem.”
You’re right son, my mom said. “I think it’s time you get to know your daughter Deanna a little better.” And she has a point. As I’m recuperating, I could feed her and learn how to change her diapers. I just want to be a loving, caring and responsible father who wants what’s best- even if the mother of my baby IS my aunt. Nobody outside the family knows it was an incestuous taboo affair that went on between my aunt and me.
So for the next few weeks, it was rather hectic for me. They had put a crib for Deanna in my bedroom next to my bed, along with a rocking chair so I could take care of the baby. I was also going to physical AND occupational therapy. They still never found out who caused the accident. Aunt Deena’s car was obviously totaled, so her insurance covered her for a new one. Since I already had physical limitations to begin with, I had lifetime medical benefits (even as a passenger).
As my physical condition improved, so did my parenting skills. It got to the point where I could now get around more and take care of my daughter as she gets big. Finally in January of 1992 after the holidays, both Darren and Dana resumed their college education by going back to their respected colleges. In addition, Bethany began dating my brother Darren as well. So now, it was just me, my mom and my daughter Deanna when aunt Deena would bring iher over a few days a week as part of a joint-custody agreement.
But at night when my baby girl is with her mother, I seem to feel so empty and alone. And in the middle of the night, I would be the one sobbing rather than my daughter. And then one night, it happened.
I had a rather hard time sleeping, simply because I got so used to Deanna waking up in the ,idle of the night to be tended to. I couldn’t go back to sleep. When I began to sob emotionally, that wa when my mom came in wearing only a see-through nightgown.
What’s the matter honey? my mom asked as she came in and laid down besides me.
I don’t know mom, I replied. Then I continued, “It’s not the same without baby Deanna laying in her crib next to me. It’s like I feel so alone, like I’ve gotten so attached to her all of the sudden.”
yunus says
This was a good story n was well worth reading
RANDY says
SORRY FOR BEING SO FORWARD AND BLUNT BUT THIS STORY WAS OKAY BUT WHY ALL THE DEATH? THE AGE OF THE AUTHOR MUST HAVE BEEN HIGH SCHOOL AGE OR A DUMB JOCK FROM COLLEGE RIDING ON A FOOTBALL SCHOLARSHIP BECAUSE HE COULD NOT SPELL, COULD NOT CARRY A CONVERSATION AND THE TYPICAL 9 OR 10 INCH COCKS THAT SINK RIGHT UP INSIDE A WOMANS LOVE TUNNEL, lol IT WAS ALMOST, A GOOD STORY HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR THE SAME REPETITIVE STATEMENTS OF SEXUAL INNUENDOS. YOU WANT HONESTY? GET AM ENCYCLOPEDIA AND READ IT AND GET INTO SOME REAL CONVERSATIONS OUTSIDE SEX AND LEARN HOW TO THINK, SPELL, WRITE AND PROOF READ YOUR MATERIAL!