Date: Thu, 25 Oct 2012 07:41:57 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Dream Six

      This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

     My father passed away about a year ago and so I was now alone in my
house for my mother had walked out from us many years ago when I was only a
child of five. The reason for that my father told me later, was because of
him being caught getting another woman pregnant. After an awful row, she
had left us, leaving father to raise me on his own.

     It was disappointing not to have my mother around but he looked after
me well enough in seeing that I was brought up properly. He often took me
fishing on the river that ran past the bottom of our garden where we had a
boathouse that held our small boat. I say boathouse though it was not a
proper one but more of a large shed that covered a small inlet into our
garden.

     The river was called the Pax and our house was on the outskirts of the
town of Paxham, having taken its name from the river when it was just a
small hamlet. The boat, which I never did know what type it should be
called, was quite deep in the middle and had a small outboard motor
attached. I liked this boat because of the inside depth of it for when I
took my girlfriend out in it for fishing, it was easy for us to lie down in
the bottom of it for us to have oral sex between us and not be seen when
anchored out in the middle of the river.

     There was one particular spot about a mile and a half down river where
for a stretch of at least fifty yards on either bank, gorse bushes came
right down to the river's edge and so it was unlikely that persons on the
banks could get down to the river and see my boat anchored and us having
sex there.

     On this particular day that was part of my dream I was now twenty six
years of age and my girlfriend, Josie, was twenty one, having the perfect
body that was just ripe enough for me to slaver over and fuck. I am quite
good looking and had the right equipment that she adored to suck and have
up inside her. So much so that she agreed when I asked her to marry me.

     We were both naked in the boat and I had been lying on my back with
her upside down to me with her sex above my mouth and her having the head
of my erection in hers. We had sucked and tongued each other till she had
her orgasm and I came in her mouth, a pleasure that we both enjoyed and it
was after this that I had asked her to marry me. After getting dressed, it
was time to return to my house and so began to pull up the small light
anchor that had held the boat still in the slowly moving river.

     `It's caught on something,' I said, having difficulty in upping the
anchor and she moved to the bow to give me a hand. With both of us pulling
on the anchor's rope, it slowly began to come up but we didn't get it out
of the river. For as we slowly gathered the rope in we found what it had
caught and Josie gave out a scream and we both let go of the rope to sink
back down with what the anchor had attached itself to, for we had seen the
head of a skeleton!

     `Christ Almighty,' I had exclaimed, turning round to hold a shaking
Josie and calm her down at her having seen what had once been a living
person. What I then did was to get the empty bottle of water he still had
in the boat and tied this to the anchor rope that I had cut free and let it
float on top of the water to show where this skeleton was.

     It was a silent pair that was in the boat as I got the engine running
and moved it back upstream to my house where, after mooring the boat,
phoned the police to tell them of what we had found. About an hour later, I
was being interviewed by two police officers, one of them being a woman,
and knew both of them as they were locals like me. They said that after
they had got hold of a diver and a boat, they would collect me to show them
where in the river I had anchored, which they did.

     They did collect me, and with their boat being more powerful than
mine, were soon down when I had anchored and found the floating bottle. Now
the diver went over the side and two minutes later was back up and
confirmed that there was indeed a skeleton anchored below by what looked
like a roadside grating. This was confirmed after they had recovered the
remains of which I had no part for they had left me behind when they did
this later in the day, but was told of this the following day when I gave a
full statement down at the local nick.

     Two divers had gone down, one to lift the skeleton and one the grating
that was chained to the legs. Between them, they got both to the surface
where others took over to get them into the boat where they were taken to
the town for an autopsy. I queried this word asking how can you do an
autopsy on a skeleton? I thought that it had to have flesh for this to be
carried out but was told that bones could still be identified by any bone
marrow left, the pelvic bones and teeth. They guessed that it could be
somebody local for the grating was of the same style as that used in the
town to drain off the rain water from the roads.

     Well the pelvic bones told them that it was of a female and they could
also start checking with the teeth because of the possibility of it being a
local woman and these teeth being noted at some dentist's records. It took
a few weeks but they found a match which shocked me, for the woman's name
was Joan Redmond. I haven't told you yet that my name is Jack Redmond and
this was most likely the bones of my mother that I had hooked onto.

     I was in shock!

     Could this really have been my mother who was supposed to have walked
out from our home twenty one years ago? There was only one way to find out
and agreed for them to do a D.N.A. test on me to see if it was a match to
the bones of the woman. This didn't take long to confirm that there was a
match and it was indeed that of my mother.

     Now this raised another question, apart from the fact that my father
must have murdered her, though how, they couldn't say, and chained her legs
to the grating and dumped her there and put out the story that she had left
him because of him getting another woman pregnant. When the news broke out
in the town, the question came from the mother of Josie who claimed that it
was my father, John Redmond who had gotten her pregnant and therefore
requested that Josie went through D.N.A. testing to compare it with
mine. This they did and it was confirmed that she was indeed the daughter
of my father.

     So there was I, engaged to Josie, had fucked her I don't know how many
times, that she was in fact my half sister!

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