Date: Fri, 14 Mar 2008 19:22:14 -0400 From: A. Cheshire Cat 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.