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.”