Date: Fri, 14 Mar 2008 19:22:14 -0400
From: A. Cheshire Cat <kierkegaard_is_cool@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hungry For It 6: The House That Incest Built

Hungry For It 6
The House That Incest Built
A. Cheshire Catt
kierkegaard_is_cool@hotmail.com

[Author's Note: This is the beginning of the end. This scene begins a few
years after the abduction. It was hard for me to figure out. My armpits
are sweating after writing it. I had to take a few shots at it but I
finally got I think. Rest assured this ridiculous tale is almost over ...
but there are some loose ends that needed to be cleared up before I dealt
with what all of you are waiting for.]

They've noticed how Andrew's been acting a bit rebellious lately. While
Julian cleaned the library again he watched his little ten-year-old
brother collect a couple books and quietly sneak out of the room. He was
weird, Julian was, something was wrong in his head, and he was sneaky
like a fox watchin the boy with his taut little-boy-body and dreamy way
of not paying attention. Drove Julian nuts the way this kid's been acting
like he was different than all the others, he'd sit up in his room
reading books, staring out the window, dreamin away. Like the rules of
the house didn't touch him, like their father didn't even know he
existed. His sister, Ruth, would be slavin away in the kitchen makin
dinner for their father and Julian and the baby, and Julian would be
cleanin the house makin sure Dad's real impressed with it all. What now
with the baby gettin hungrier and hungier, Andrew wasn't a kid anymore,
not at ten, and he'd have to start doin his share, and actin like a man.
Now that their mother had offed herself there was much more work to be
done, and sooner or later Daddy was gonna start sayin something.

Ruth and Julian met up in the kitchen. She was holdin the baby in one
arm and she was drinkin a beer with the other. It was a hot spring day,
the windows were open. Sure they worked hard at keepin the big old house
clean but there was a dirty stain over everything that years of cleanin
would never get rid of. Ruth and Julian were oblivious to the stain on
everything though. Ruth was wearing a light yellow sun dress, and a tight
light blue thong underneath. Julian was wearing boarder shorts and a
wife-beater that had stains on it from cleanin in the living room all
morning. They had sweat on their forehead. Julian was rubbin his head
like he had a headache, his dark hair was like their Daddy's and it hung
over his forehead.

"You smell gas or something," he said, "I swear I've been smellin it
around the house all day."

"Something rotten maybe, maybe something died under the porch."

"Must be your pussy."

"Fuck off."

Julian sat down at the table.

"You ever think about leavin," Ruth said.

"Where the fuck you get a notion like that Ruthy."

"I don't know," she took a seat at the table and held the baby in her
lap, "You got a cigarette bro?"

"You shouldn't smoke in front of the baby?"

"I'll smoke where eva the hell I damn-well please."

"Easy up there bitch," he was already pullin a cigarette out for her,
"it's my baby too you know."

The baby was the child of a brother and a sister. It seemed alright now.
Inside though it had a weak heart and really it wasn't going to live a
long life, probably wouldn't make it much past twenty years of age or so
and would just collapse dead. Poor kid. Smilin and giggling and playin
with its mother's greasy brown hair while she sat there smokin and blowin
smoke at its face. "I hate this baby," she said, "I hate this life you
know."

"Shut up." Julian was 20 now, but he'd never worked a day in his life.
Their father provided everything they needed to live well enough. There
was a sense of servitude between father and son that was a bond not worth
the fight to break. Ruth was a lonely woman at such a young age, she
fingered the tattered hem of this old sundress that had belonged to their
mother.

"Maybe Andrew should do some of the work around here, I'm really tired."

"You're right, he should be doing something. I'm sure he could do the
dishes or something, or at least sweep the floor if he were taught how."

There was a window lookin out into the back yard that she was watchin
through. She couldn't get something else out of her mind. "Remember
Charles? You know he'd be nearly sixteen years old now ..."

"You know you ain't s'posed to bring him up."

"I know. Dad's not here though, how comes you and he got so close lately?
Seems like you and he's the same person sometimes."

"Don't you go talkin sass 'bout Dad, he takes real good care of us."

She rolls her eyes. She's younger than him but somehow smarter than him
and she knows this and knows she ain't got it in her to fight him on it.
She takes a drink of her beer and Julian grabs the bottle out of her hand
and has a drink. She looks at him while his Adam's apple bounces up and
down. There's a sweaty shimmer on his neck, he's so handsome, she thinks.
He's got these piercing green eyes that, when he looks out of the corner
of his eye at her staring at him, they grab her and mesmerize her and
chill her to the bone. She puts the baby on the floor and it starts
crawlin around. She stands up and she starts seducing her older brother
by buckin out her hip from side to side, teasing him by lightly lifting
her skirt. He smirks and likes it.

She says, "You're such a devil, you're makin me wet just lookin at you."

He grabs her by the waist, "Oh ya baby, tell me how."

"You're sexy and strong," she touches his shoulder where the wife-beater
flaunts the smooth skin, ticklin his biceps up and then down. He reaches
and touches her thigh and reaches up under the dress sneaks a finger
inside the thong and tickles her cunny lips and then pulls her closer.

She straddles his lap and they're almost kissin. He pulls her close and
his hard cock is pressin up against the fabric of his shorts. He growls
and rubs her skin up under her back and gropes around and finds her
breasts, tickles her nipples. She giggles and likes it.

"Oh ya, big bro, fuck me ya, you wanna fuck me good?"
"Oh ya, you want it?"

"I don't know if we should. Dad"

"Ya, sure we should." He pushes her against the table and takes on this
look like he's mad with her for wantin it.

She was concerned, he pushed her back on the table and had her laid right
out like dinner, he held her arms up and together with just one hand. He
reached with the other up under her skirt and pushed it out of the way,
up around her head. He started lickin her cunt through the thong and got
her all wet and excited. With his one free hand he pulled down the thong
and licked her clit real fierce-like. She rolled her eyes up into her
head and moaned. He stuck he tongue right inside her and tasted her spice
and it drove him wild. The baby just watched from the floor. While all
this was happenin he pulled his cock out of his shorts and then pulled
her thong right off. Then he moved and started kissin her tits and let go
of her arms to rub both his hands all over his body. He started kissing
her nipples with big sloppy bites and loved it and started sweatin on his
back. He lowered his shorts and was still there with his wifebeater on
and he started makin like he was going to fuck, rubbin his cock against
her cunny.

"No, we shouldn't do it like that, I'm apt to ..."

"Fuck you, tease. We're doin it whatever way I want."

"Fucker, you're not Dad you can't do that."

"Ya I can."

"No, Jules ... you'll get me preggers again."

"Fuck you, we'll kill it if we do."

"No man, no, please, I can't do it."

"Stop fussin whore."

She started fightin and she was trying to get herself off the table but
with all the tugging and heavin and pushin and pullin she ended up
falling off the table, nearly hitting her head off a chair which would
have killed her or real serious-like hurt her. She landed on her side and
the baby started cryin and Julian was gettin mad and was likin it when
she fought back.

They were grunting and she was trying to pull away. She wasn't likin it
like this. He pushed the baby out of the way that he could better lay
right down on top of her.

"Don't hit the fuckin baby asshole! FUCKER!"

He hawled back and smacked her face and she sort of dizzied out there for
a second, during which time he started crammin his cock in her. "Ya,
fight it whore, fight like that, I love it. I like it when you bleed on
your face like." She was bleedin from her lip. She was comin to and she
was groaning and knew there was nothing she could do, she was too thin
these days, too weak, she let him fuck her.

He pushed and pushed his cock in her and he pressed his body down on her
and spat in her face when she stopped fighting. "Whore, fight it, you
know you're fuckin hatin it. We're gonna have another baby and as many
babies as I want. We're gonna make Daddy a real big family and he can
fuck all the baby-fuckers ... ya, I loves m'Daddy."

"Faggot."

"Scab."

"Get off me."

Ugh ugh, they fight and he fucks her good and deep, he's got an
eight-n-half incher that's real thick, even though she's good and
stretched and loose, man, looser than their mama ever wished she weren't
... She can't stand it though. She kicks, she doesn't scream or anything.
She catches him with a swat off the side of his head and he falls off her
and she grabs the baby and darts for her room ... She's runnin up the
stairs when he catches her feet and trips and the baby falls and lands on
the landing and bawls and sobs and seems to be chokin ... "Stop it,
you's gone done hurt the baby you fuckin useless deadbeat."

"Fuck you," he fuckin punches her in the gut and it brings tears to her
eyes and all the air fizzles out of her and then he fastens his hands
around her throat and says, "That'll learn ya to get up 'afore I'm
finished with ya, whore."

"Oh god, please, finish up then."

And he fucks her cunt on the stairs, fucks her fast and furious and then
shoots his load up in her while the baby's cryin and chokin and snot's
all runnin down its face and he's watchin it while hopin he sure done did
get his preggers again.

As soon as he was done she was up, she held her tummy and was cryin and
she scooped up the baby and went to her room.

Julian pulled his cigs out and sat right there on the stairs with his
thick, long flacid penis danglin loose between his legs, scratchin his
nipples, smilin ... mmm, sis's poon's so hot, he thinks to himself. He's
sure glad he don't live like other lamers out in the world. He likes this
power. And now that he's old enough and Dad's gone and sort of stopped
pesterin him in his sleep he's growin up to be a real big man. Mmhmm. He
hawls some smoke from his cigarette, pretends the puff he blows out is a
ring but it ain't a ring and really he's just full of shit and knows his
Daddy does pester him in the night and knows when Daddy goes n'finds out
about this he'll probably get smacked good, but he likes it when Daddy
smacks him, means Daddy loves him. Feels good like that, mean lovin does.

The front door opens right there. "Daddy's home," a booming voice hollers
into the house. He slams the door and comes through the foyer.

"Sir, how are you, sir?"

"What the fuck you doin, boyuh? Sun-tannin on the stairs, pretty boy?"

"No sir, I's just rapin my sis."

The man smirked and said, "Come here boy."

Julian got up and came down the stairs smokin his cig with a real swagger
in his step. He wasn't bashful at all and his cock was really
a tremendous thing, worth havin hang out like that. When he got up next
to his Dad his father first off held him real close and gave him a real
hot kiss, deep-throatin him with his tongue. Dad's like six foot three,
totally huge, barrel chested, arms the size of tree trunks, legs even
bigger, fuckin huge, a big gut from eatin well all his life, eatin like a
pig and he's got a dark smear of facial hair and he's still wearin his
dark shades. Julian give into his father's strength and folds up a bit in
his arms to receive the long kiss. When the kiss was over and they let go
his father sorta tossed him down and smacked his face real hard ... set
to ringin in his ears, Julian held the side of his face and looked at his
dad all angry with that. "What the fuck?"

"What the fuck, kid? Are you fuckin kiddin me? Breedin your sister from
now on is my job, you got that? You're gonna fuckin kill'er puttin your
seed in her. She'll bleed out her cunt ... you hear me? No more."

"Yes-sir," Julian whimpered as he rubbed his sore face.

"Ruth!" He hollered. The house shook, a door creaked open.

"Yes Daddy?"

"Get yer hot little tush down here."

"Comin."

"Now."

"I said, I is comin Pa and I is comin."

He started up the stairs but she came out of her room. She looked
strange. Julian thought she looked like she was hidin something.

She came down the stairs, "I was puttin the baby down for a nap, I think
he was gettin tired with all this heat." She sort of talked all sweet
like nothing really happened, she had some blood on her lip and a bruise
on her cheek.

When she got to the bottom of the stairs she went right up to Daddy who
then hugged her and held her sweetly and lightly kissed his cheek.
"Dinner's almost ready Pa, Julian gone done and beat me up so I was
distracted."

"You're a goddamn liar sis, she seduced me Daddy, she's just tryin to get
me into trouble."

"Fuckin kids, I don't care who started it, I want some supper on the
table when I am done changin out of this suit."

That's when Ruth brought it up. "Daddy, maybe you could go and talk to
Andrew, he's just sittin in his room all day whiles me and Julian have to
work our butts off keepin this place clean. He's old enough, he can take
care of the dishes or something."

"Sure thing honey. I'll go talk with him right now."

"Can I watch Daddy," Julian was talkin smack, he knew what was gonna end
up happenin here.

"You just hush up boy." Daddy was always horny when he got home from the
office. At the office he had pictures on his desk of his kids and his
wife. The people around him always thought he must have the
sweetest family. He's way up in the government, just some bureaucrat of
something-or-other ... makes enough money to not have to worry about
nothing, not even people snoopin or cops or nothing. He just tells his
kids to keep their mouth shut and they can live here for free forever,
but the minute they start thinkin they're gonna leave or go tell someone
he's told them he ain't scared of killin them ... he gone and made their
mother go mad enough to kill herself. Thanks to some acid conveniently
placed in sandwiches ... she thought the house was tellin her to bury
herself alive in the walls. That's what all that screamin was about ...
he laughs ... he laughs to think his wife rottin away in the basement,
what a trip. He climbs the stairs to the little boy's room.

Sometimes tigers can seem like gentle creatures right before they tear
your face off, sometimes the prey can seem easy, like they knew they'd be
delicious.

He knocks on the door and opens it a bit and sticks his face in. Andrew
has a lot of books in his room, he brings them up from the library that's
in the room beneath his. He seems to be studying pictures of all sorts of
things. Andrew doesn't look up from his books. He's adorable. He's wearin
a pair of cargo khaki shorts and he's got a light blue teeshirt on. He
ain't been touched much. He's just sorta seen it all happen and keeps a
safe distance.

"Watch ya lookin at son?"

"Weather patterns, I think there's a big storm comin."

His father stepped up behind him. He's wearing a power suit. Black
suit jacket, white shirt, gold-bar tie with thin blue stripes, he paid a
fuckin fortune for the suit, it makes him look intimidating at the
office, especially when he gets to fire people and it's the late
afternoon and he's got this rough beard startin. Standing behind his son
while he sits at the desk the father touches the top of the son's head
and pats it sweetly. The boy looks up all innocent and smiles.

"How was work Dad?"

"Fuck, you're a cutie. Work was good son, real good. I'm here to talk
with ya Andrew. Your sister says you ain't helpin out around the house."
Andrew stops pretending to read and sort of stairs at a big picture of a
satellite image of a hurricane. His eyes lazily follow the pattern from
the outside in to the eye. "You know she's gettin tired from watchin the
baby, you know she could use some help in the kitchen. I mean, you're
eatin just as much as anyone, you can help out some too."

"But Daddy --"

His father's still alright, he sits on the bed next to the desk and
there's sun shining on the tree outside the window.

"Look at me Andrew. Look at me."

The boy nervously looks directly at his father. The father's not
satisfied though, with an easy sweep of strength he turns the miniature
desk chair and the boy upon it to face him and they are lookin right at
each other, the chair sort of between the dad's legs and the son unable
to escape.

"You know you're goin to have to start doin your share around the
house son. Sooner or later I was going to notice."

"Notice what Daddy?"

Daddy reached out and touched the pale skin on the boy's exposed leg
and rubbed it right about the knee. The skin was cool and soft. "Well,"
he said with a look at the boy's blushing face, "well that you'd be
gettin big enough to help out."

"Daddy what are you doin? I'll help out, I promise."

"Oh ya? What are you gonna do to help out?"

The boy was paralized with fear, he felt his father's hot rough hand
reach up into the boy shorts to that part that was hidden, not the
crotch yet, just the upper thigh, just sort of rubbin and waitin and
thinkin ... "I'm gonna help Ruth with the baby when she needs a rest, I'm
gonna do the dishes, I'm gonna sweep ... I'm gonna take out the trash."

But it was like his father didn't even hear him.

"Something else you're forgettin about."

He knew. "No Daddy, no ... please." He started poutin and his face got
all red.

His father just reached out and tugged on the boy's shirt and said, "Take
off your shirt son."

"Daddy, please."

"Come now, don't be shy. I was gonna notice ya eventually, may as well be
today."

The boy stood and took his shirt off over his head. He was real scrawny
like he ain't been eatin right, his arms were thin, he was rather
effeminate. He had cute little nipples and his Daddy tickled the smooth
chest and the boy shivered ... "That tickles."

"Sure does son, sure does." He loosened his tie. "You know how else you
can help me out son?"

"How?"

His father wasn't sure really what to do next, it'd been a while since he
initiated a kid. He told his son to help him get undressed. He started
with the belt and the boy tugged on the black leather strap and nearly
fell over when it got loose. Then he pulled his shirt out of his pants
and yanked on his tie and pulled off his jacket and his tie and then his
shirt. His father was hairy all over, real huge and tough. His belly was
pale and cool still from the air conditioning in the car. Then his father
unsnapped his pants and they fell to the floor and he started pullin down
his underwear when there was a knock at the door ... it opened a bit ...
Julian stuck his head in ... he stopped pullin down his white fitted
boxers to deal with this.

"Get the fuck out a here boy-a ... I'm gonna fuckin whollup your ass
good."

"Ah come on dad, lemme watch please."

"What's he talkin about Dad?"

"Nothin son ... quit you ... get the fuck outof here ... "

Julian could be heard laughing as the door shut. Andrew looked up at his
father curiously, "You meanin to hurt me Dad?"

"What you talkin about son?"

The two of them sat back down, this time the Dad told the son to sit next
to him on the bed. "Now what's this talk about me hurtin you? You know I
love you and want the best for ya ... " Somehow though this wasn't very
good and the boy sort of pouted and looked down. The boy saw that in his
father's fitted-boxers there was a huge bulge. His father squeezed the
muscles and made it bounce.

"Is ... Is that your penis Daddy?"

"Ya, you're gettin it all excited."

"How?"

"Because you're so beautiful and I want you to play with it. Will you
play with it for me?"

"Can I see it?"

"Sure thing son, thought you'd never ask."

He sort of flipped the huge nine inch cock out of the underwear, sort of
unfurled it like a fleshy beast all of its own. "Wow, Daddy, it's
gigantic."

"Ya, boy, touch it. Pet it."

The boy reached out and ran his fingers down it and if you ain't ever
felt a kid touch your cock you ain't felt nothin yet.

"How do I play with it?"

"Oh there are lots of ways to play with it son. Lots of ways to
make Daddy happy."

"Like how?"

"Well, why don't you start by standin up there and takin off those shorts
of yours and lettin me see yours."

Andrew got up and took up his shorts and his little pecker pocked out all
hard and a little slimy ... "You look like you got a little precum
happenin there boy. Now when that start?"

"Not long ago Daddy, is it good?"

"Means you're definitely ready to help out around here." He curled
his finger to tell him to come closer. "Now there are several ways to
play with my cock, son. You can your hand and do something like
this," then he slightly jerked the boy's tender wee shaft, "or you can
put it in your mouth and suck on it, and lick it, like this," and he put
his mouth around the boy's cock and licked it easily, causing Andrew to
giggle with surprise, "and soon I'll show you how else to play with it
... but first I want you to try these two."

Daddy leaned back on the bed and his cock stuck right out. Andrew came
forward and started to massage it with both of his little hands. "Lick it
son, like the tip of it, ya, that's right. See that stuff comin out?"
"This stuff Daddy?" "Ya, that stuff, put it on your finger and taste it."
They both went MMmmm. "Ya, that's my boy. Now put your mouth over the top
of it and start licking it. And lick as far down as you can." His father
pet the top of the boy's head and bounced gently, slowly, up and down and
got the boy to start likin it. "Now rubs your lips all down the shaft and
taste my balls son, mmm, I like that. Oh fuck ya, that feels real good.
See it don't hurt none, does it." Andrew slobbered some on Daddy's balls
and looked up at him, wiping his lips, "Makes me feel good Daddy. Ya I
like playin with it." "Good son, keep doin that. Ya. Put one of my balls
real gently in your mouth and hum. Oh God that feels real good. Now do
the other ... ya!" This made Andrew giggle, he'd never heard his father
like this before. "You're my favorite boy, ya, put my cock back in your
mouth and use your hands a bit, ya ... gentle gentle ... it feels real
nice. I want this to last real long."

While Andrew was nursin his Daddy's cock Daddy leaned back and pet the
boy's head and let his own head roll black and he sighed. "Oh man
this feels real good after a long day at the office son, this is
something you're real good at."

"I like doin it Daddy."

"Oh ya. Come here, get up on the bed, here let's lay back for a minute."

"Sure thing Daddy."

His father's body was massive and in his little wee bed Andrew's father's
legs dangled over the side and with his broad shoulders and huge arms
there was barely enough room for the wee lad to cozy up next to him. "You
know what son, there just ain't enough room for ya to lay next to me,
how's about you lay here on my chest, but I want you to face the other
way and keep workin my cock ... I'm gonna try something on ya ... get you
ready for the next part."

"Sure thing Daddy."

Andrew squirmed around and one of his elbows dug into his Daddy's belly.
He apologized in short order and felt real bad but his Daddy just laughed
(which doesn't happen all that often) and told him to just stick to it
and get suckin on his cock, and he flexed the shaft and it bounced on his
belly. In a minute he felt his son's ten-year-old mouth wrapped around as
much of it as he could get. Right in front of his face, Daddy had the
boy's tight little virgin arse. With his legs astride his Daddy the boy
didn't realize but he was givin his Daddy a real good view. Daddy licked
one of his fingers then and real soft-life rubbed the boy's hole.
The hummed on the Daddy cock. Daddy pushed a little harder and a little
harder and the boy jumped suddenly, "Ow Daddy, that feels funny." "Keep
on suckin boy, don't take your little mouth off my cock ok?"

Andrew reluctantly said, "Ok."

Daddy started at him again, rubbing and pushin, spittin and lickin and
the boy started to grind his little pecker into Daddy's chest.
Daddy pulled the puckered bum close to him and when the sphincter opened
up nice and wide he'd blow gently on the hole and then lick it and
stretch it and work it and then suddenly he said, "Ok son, you're ready.
I want you to sit on my cock now, ok?"

"Daddy it's so big ... I don't know."

"You can do it son, you can sit down real slow and do it right. Get it
all nice and wet now and turn around and look at me. Look at me!" The boy
was sittin on his Daddy's lap and he was aimin the huge cock at his ass
and was makin like he was going to do when he closed his eyes. "Look at
me son, and breathe, and relax ... and take your time." The boy grunted.

"Hurts Dad, I can't do it."

"No son, you're going to do it, just relax."

The boy was scared and he shifted.

"Stay still boy. Now take it or I'm gonna make ya take it and it's so
much easier if you want it."

He started puttin it in then. His Dad could feel it so tight around his
cock. "Fuck ya, boy, you're doin so good, keep your eyes on me, just stay
relaxed, that's my boy ... good boy ..." And Andrew changed
completely once it started goin in him, his voice got real low, "Oh
Daddy," and he started sweatin and his arms went lips and he kind of
slumped over ... "Ya boy, ya, feels good eh?" "Oh Daddy, you fuckin me?"

"You want me to fuck ya son?"

"Fuck me Daddy."

He wasn't all the way in even, so Daddy kind pushed the boy down and
himself up and the boy gasped and cried out and fuck if the kid didn't
sit up and start putting the cock in deeper. "Ya boy, you like it! Take
it boy, take it." And then all of a sudden the boy started bouncin up and
down and sweat was pourin down his face and he was all read and blotchy
and hot ... like he was sick with fever. His Daddy bounced his loins up
and down and marvelled at the spectacle of this boy takin his cock.
"You're a natural boy. Beautiful beautiful boy. Take my cock, ya."

"Oh Daddy," he slumped over again. "I can't do it anymore, it's so much."

"Shh shh, it's alright, I'll do it for ya. I know it's hard work, it's
alright."

Daddy sort of coddled the boy, stood up with the boy still on his cock
and lifted the boy so he was layin on his back on the desk. The boy's
head was almost out the window and he was sweatin all over the books that
were open there. His Daddy started fuckin him then, drivin his cock in so
much he thought the cock must be damn near pokin his stomach. He pulled
his long cock all the way out and then slipped it all the way back in all
nice and slow, and damn the cock was clean, like the boy was made for
fuckin ... then he did it again and again and the boy writhed and
wriggled on the desk ... "Oh fuck ya. ... Jerk your cock son, show Daddy
you can cum."

He started jerkin on his little wee boy-pecker and looked at his Daddy,
"Like this Daddy, you like it like this?"

"Fuck ya boy you got it. Jerk it like that ... feel good boy? I know you
love it."

"I love you Daddy, you take such good care of us Daddy, I'll do whatever
you want Daddy."

"Ya ya, good boy ... oh fuck, Daddy's gonna bust a nut son, I'm gonna
pump you full of my sperm son, it makes you real strong, you ready?
AAarrrggggh ... ugh, ugh, ugh, oooohhhh ... aaarrgh ... ya! YA! Ya! ya."

"Oh Daddy, I think I'm going to cum too ..." Suddenly erupting from his
little penis was a little load that splattered all over the boy's smooth
belly ... His Daddy leaned over and scooped up the mouthful and swallowed
it, savoring the sweetness of a boy's first cum.

"Fuck, son, that was the hottest fuck I've had since your sister was a
baby."

"Better than Julian?"

"Way better than Julian."

"Cool."

"But we'll just keep that between you and me."

"Now you promise you'll help out round the house now, won't ya?"

"I'll do whatever you want Daddy."

"That's my boy. Now you go to the washroom and washup for dinner. I
expect you down there lickety-split."

"Yes Daddy."

Daddy grabbed his clothes and left his son layin on his back on the
desk. After a couple of minutes Andrew got up and put on his shorts
and ambled on over the washroom. He passed by his Daddy's room and saw
him sittin on the bed. "Daddy," he said.

"Yes son."

"I sure do love you."

"Oh get yourself washed up for dinner."

He did. And he was downstairs before his Daddy was and he saw that the
table was done up for dinner and the sun was startin to go down outside
and his brother and sister were being icy in the kitchen like there were
something goin on.

"Hey lil buddy," Julian came up and smacked the back of his head, "how
was that?"

"Fantastic."

"Ruth you hear that, kid gone think it fabulous."

"I said Fantastic hillbilly."

"Just you wait a minute kid, don't go givin me lip or I'll make Daddy
have at you real good next time."

"Shut up Julian," Ruth said, "you sound like an idiot."

"Daddy said I was as good at it as Ruth was, better than you ever were."

Ruth burst out laughin, "Now you hush up too, or Julian will kill ya in
the night."

"He don't scare me, Daddy's gonna watch out for me."

Their father came down the back stairs into the kitchen and grabbed onto
Ruth by the waist in a hug that she tried to shake off, startled or
something, "Whoa, a bit edgy there dear."

"No, I'm fine. Get sitting for dinner or it's gonna be cold."

Daddy said, "Now Julian you sit down there at the end of the table, it's
time for Andrew to sit up here next to me." See Daddy always sat at the
end of the table that permitted a view through the window there of the
backyard. It was like the old dog, you know, watchin his terf. Usually
Julian and Ruth sat to his flanks and Andrew sat way down at the other
end in his own little world, being stared down by his father but somehow
completely out of view.

"Aaah, Daddy, I like sittin up next to you."

"I s'spect I ain't been paying my son 'nough 'tention lately. It's time I
took him a bit more under my wing. What's say little guy I take you to
the office some day and show you the ropes, let you meet a few my buddies
who've been lookin to meet my family."

"Aah, Daddy," Julian whined.

Daddy smacked the table, "Now shut up." All the silverware clanged and
the plates jumped. And there was a ring in the air in the silence that
followed.

"Let's just have dinner." Ruth put bowls on the table, potatoes, carrots,
salad, some chicken. She was really great at this role, she looked great
despite the bruise on her face ... She sort of chucked them though, like
she didn't give a fuck. "Eat up." The boys went at it. Andrew sort of
looked fondly at his father now, watchin him real close and Julian was
all angry and slopped carrots on his plate all in a snit.

"Get down on the floor boy!"

"Who?"

"You, you're fuckin disrespectin your sister's cookin like this, you get
down on the floor like a fuckin dog."

"Aah, Dad ... "

But jesus if Dad didn't get up and go down to that son's chair and fuckin
pick him up and throw him down like weighed nothin at all. ... "Ow, Dad,
please ... "

"Now stay there and look at the floor."

He obeyed. They all sat around eating quietly.

"I'm hungry Daddy, please can't I get something."

"Come here boy, like the dog you are, stay on all fours."

Julian made his way around the table and when he got up beside his Daddy
he sat there and gave him the best puppy-dog eyes he could muster. "Son,
hand me his plate please."

"Sure Daddy," Andrew said all chipper and cute.

And when their father had the plate he dropped it on the floor in front
of Julian and said, "You gonna act like an animal you're gonna be treated
like one ... You got that shitface?"

"Yes-sir."

"Now eat like an animal boy. Eat."

And while he ate their father got a strange pleasure out of watchin him
and he reached down and pushed the boy's face into the food, "Ya, you
dirty dog boy." The boy looked up, and he had food all over his face.
Andrew giggled at his older brother gettin picked on. Ruth just ate
quietly. She noticed something on Julian's face. It looked like maybe
he'd bit his lip, there was some blood in his food and he looked like he
was going to cry or be sick or something.

It was dark out then.

Ruth said, "Speakin of dogs ... anyone seen the dog lately?"

Suddenly there was a crash near the front. One of the windows had been
broken. "What was that," Andrew asked.

"T'weren't nothing, I s'pose."

Suddenly there was another crash, this time there were a couple of other
little crashes with it ... this time it was in the library. They all
looked at their father who sort of flushed a bit, like he was hearin
something they weren't. There was, way off soundin, like there was
someone running around outside. Suddenly someone was runnin up the back
porch and there was a crash in the kitchen and there was fire splashin
all over the place ... Next thing you know someone was standin there at
the window, plain as day, dressed in black and it was obvious this
person was lightin up a mai-tai cocktail and was heavin to chuck
it through the glass ... and he did ... and the bottle of fire blasted
and landed right on the table and spread like hell-fire all over the
place, reachin all the way to the father who stood and pushed away from
the table ... everyone jumped up and away from the table.

"What the fuck was that!" Julian stood up and admired the raw intensity
of this situation that burned out of control right on the dinner table.

"Holy fuck the house is on fire. There's fire in the library and there's
fire by the front door," Ruth was already running all over the place. She
was in and out of the library holding her hair back, she said the walls
are all on fire.

"Get the baby!" Julian stood up and started for the stairs.

"Oh God, no!" She screamed. "The baby's dead!"

"What have you done ..." "I's killed the baby Julian, I's killed it with
a pillow ... I hated it I hated it so much, it was yours and I's ain't
havin no more your monsters."

"You killed a baby?" He was yellin ... And Andrew watched them yellin and
then he thought about his room and all the stuff in it and he started
runnin for the stairs. There was a fire by the door and Daddy was tryin
to stomp it out but it was stupid and he was burnin himself ---

"Don't go up there boy ... get outside ..."

"My stuff Daddy, my stuff."

"No ... get outside ... all ya's get out in the back yard ..."

"The porch is on fire Daddy ... burnin up real fast." Ruth was running
into the kitchen tryin to get to those back stairs ... "Fuck Dad! The
whole back of the house is goin up!"

They started coughin and chokin.

Little Andrew was in his room over the library which was by now a roarin
blowin inferno. The whole house was already a'kilter and black smoke was
risin up out of the house and the neighborhood was lookin out its
windows, the emergency crews had been called, sirens could be heard ...
"Get outside fools ... " there was a screamin ... it was Julian ... he
choked to death right there in front of Daddy ... Daddy got real upset
...

He stormed through the house as fast as he could and man he blew through
the dining room and jumped through the patio door and landed out passed
the patio on the ground. There was a terrible crash, that was the
Andrew's room fallin into the library. Ruth was screamin and wailin
upstairs and then there was nothing but the clamour of the house falling
and burning ... and then Daddy heard this dog growlin behind him ... he
turned and there at the back of the yard, walkin out from some vague
break in the fence, with bushes hiding it, there was this black dog, his
black dog and behind it was the culprit ... the one who'd done this, the
one who'd thrown the bottle in through the dining room window ...

All elegant, in black, the boy said, "Hello Daddy."

"You ... Charles."

The boy laughed. "Angry yet?"

"Come here you little fucker, I'll kill you!"

And then the chase began. The boy was off and the dog was keepin up with
him and the Dad was running at full pace behind him. The path was narrow
though, and with night getting darker and there being no lights back
there, in the back yards of neighbors and along ditches, on paths, and
along the street .... the father chased the son at full speed. It was a
trap though and the father was falling right into the boy's lap ...

The father was getting out of breath ... he stopped at a corner and
wondered which way he'd gone ... Firetrucks, with wailing sirens crying
out for a merciful god, roared by and someone took notice but they were
all headed to the fire. Daddy looked back over his should and saw the
plume rising up over the top of the trees. All of it was gone ... all of
it ... the safety of the secret ... They'd know it all ... the kids, the
baby, the mother of those kids in the wall, his own sister ... oh God ...
his parents buried in the backyard, all the dead babies there ...
the fireman cometh ...

"Hey, Daddy," a voice called out ... "come and get me!"

The kid was being all clever ... Daddy saw the kid dart in through this
gate at the front of an impressive stone mansion ... there were no
windows or nothing ... but the gate was still open. The father looked
back at the house across the street and didn't see anyone lookin except
some kid in the upstairs window ... he looked in through the wrought iron
gate and thought to himself that he should be brave now ... that he
should be careful ... his heart was poundin in his chest ... every vein
in his body was throbbin ... and he wasn't sure what the fuck to make of
this ...

He stepped in ... he heard a creaking noise and then suddenly ... there
was a bag over his head and then SMACK ... he was out cold ... and the
kid in the window in the attic of the Victorian mansion across the
street, growin up big like he was, simply smiled ... and watched the
wrought iron gate close real slow ... CLANG.