Date: Fri, 10 Sep 2021 03:28:22 -0700 From: Marquis King Subject: Paraiso, Part: Prologue (Bisexual, Incest, Interracial) Author: Marquis King This is my first story on Nifty. If anyone has any suggestions or just wants to say hello, feel free to send me an email at bizmarquis64@gmail.com Also, please donate to Nifty to keep this great website running! This story is fictional and is only meant to be read if you're 18 or older. March 23rd, 1998. Rolling down a small road in the beat-up old Pontiac I bought in Las Vegas just for this trip. The desert landscape of Vegas had given way to the more green picturesque scenery of Southern California a ways back, but still my stomach had continued to cramp with nerves like it had been for the last few hours. Hell, if I was being honest, the last year and a half I'd been little more than a nervous wreck. I looked at the rearview mirror into the backseat. I could just see Justice, my little girl, curled up under her blanket. Her head with its mass of dark curls resting against one of the pieces of luggage I'd stuffed into the car. I tried to remind myself why I had stuffed all of my worldly possessions and my 7-year-old daughter into this piece of shit car. Why I had left Las Vegas for a town I'd never even heard of. And all because a man I hadn't seen in over 5 years had made me a promise. I just had to run the pad of my thumb across the darkened bruise on my cheek and feel that bite of pain to remember. But somehow, I still didn't feel at ease. I went over my choices leading up to this moment over and over, wondering if I could have done anything differently. If I really was making the right decision for me and my child. And then the headlights of the Pontiac lit up a brightly colored wooden sign to the side of the road. "Welcome to Paraiso!" I'd worked with enough Latinos as a car mechanic to know what "paraiso" meant. Just hoped that this miniscule town of only 215 would live up to the name. I couldn't see a lot of the town proper since it was pretty dark out and there weren't too many street lights. But I could make out that it had a City Hall, small Library, an even smaller school, and Sheriff's station in the town center that I passed through on the way through town. Five minutes later, I was pulling up to a quaint little house with a white picket fence in a quaint little neighborhood. I cut the engine and looked around me, checking the address I had scribbled on a piece of paper to the numbers on the little blue house in front of me. After living in Vegas for almost 10 years, I didn't know if I could handle being in a small town. All this small town quaintness just might make me vomit. I turned and looked in the backseat at Justice, still concked out. Would she have an even harder time? She had lived in Boston with her mother before coming to live with me. "Too late to turn back now." I told myself as I got out of the car. Not like I had anything to go back to. I opened the backseat of the Pontiac and unfastened my daughter's seatbelt and bundled her into my arms. She barely stirred and mumbled something into my shoulder as I walked up to the house. She was probably exhausted after the last few weeks we'd had. Guilt added to the roiling feeling of nervousness in my gut. I hugged Justice closer, whispering into her hair all the promises I'd silently made her since I'd caused all this mess. I promised her I'd do better. Be better. I'd be a better man and the father she fucking deserved. With my promise to her in mind, I gritted my teeth and raised my hand to knock on the front door. Immediately, there was the sound of a large barking dog and shouting coming from inside the house and then the door was thrown wide open and light came spilling out from inside the house, revealing the face of a man I hadn't seen in 5 years and never thought I would see again. Jacob Langley, my best friend from childhood and probably the one person who knew me best in the whole world. He had been a tall man with wide shoulders, big hands, a wide smiling mouth, and a mass of blonde hair that always looked as if he just rolled out of bed. And since I'd last seen him, the only thing that changed about him was the hint of a beer gut that I saw pushing at his tank top. Apparently he'd been getting ready for bed because he was only wearing some lose boxers to go with the tank top. For one moment, as he looked and me, and I looked at him, I thought he wouldn't welcome me inside. I thought, after the way I left things between us, that he might slam the door in my face. Tell me this had all been an elaborate trick to get revenge or some shit. But between one moment and the next, his face split into the wide impish grin I remembered so well and he threw his arms wide. "Cole!" he shouted boisterously "We were expecting you hours ago! Was about to send out a search party." He took a step forward as if to wrap me up in a hug and I instinctively inched back. "Careful there, I've got some precious cargo" I said lamely, holding Justice up between me and Jacob as if she were a shield. Jacob blinked down at my daughter as if noticing her for the first time, a frown forming on his face as he stared at her. "Wait a sec-" "Jacob, are you going to let that man in so I can finally meet the famous Cole Hastings?!" Came a woman's voice from inside the house. Jacob blinked and then his face broke out into his signature smile again before he stepped to one side and gestured into the house. "Yeah, sorry. Come on in man!" I tried my best to give him a genuine smile, but it felt more like a grimace as I stepped past him and into the house. It was bright and cozy inside and looked every inch the typical family home. And smack dab in the middle of it, was a short round woman with mousy brown hair and a big smile on her pretty face as she held the collar of a big black lab that seemed determined to come over and jump on me for pets. Jacob had told me about his wife over the phone. Her name was Susan, and the dog was Dash. "And here he is! We were getting worried about you." she panted as she used both hands to keep the dog in place, her big titts jiggling inside the nightgown as she battled with the dog. And then I was chastising myself for even noticing that the wife of my friend had titts at all. Damnit, I was already failing at being a better man. "Sorry," I mumbled, trying not to look guilty as I determinedly fixed my eyes on her face and not on her titts. Or her wide hips. Or her thick thighs that were partially visible from under the hem of the nightgown. "Had some trouble outside of Baker and I didn't have a way to call..." I noticed Jacob's wife was staring at Justice the way Jacob had, as if she wasn't quite sure if she was seeing things or not. "Well, glad you finally made it man!" Jacob said, coming up behind me and patting me on the back before leaving his hand to rest there "Mi casa, es su casa!" he chuckled, his hand rubbing in small circles between my shoulder blades. I made the mistake of looking him in the eye, and immediately I remembered the last time we'd stood like this, shoulder to shoulder. He had looked down at me and smiled as he did now, his eyes full of mischief, his cheeks flushed and skin slightly damp and smelling of sex. `Pussy, ass, or mouth?' he'd asked, gesturing to the young 18 year old we had been passing back and forth between us. At least... I think she had been 18. "Mommy, Daddy." Came a little voice from the stairs. I turned and stepped away from Jacob, mentally shaking off the memories of my former life. I'd told myself those days were behind me and I'd meant it God Damnit! "Benjamin! Douglas! I told you boys hours ago to get your little butts to bed and stay there." Susan scolded, wrestling the Labrador through the back door and into the yard, where he could be heard quietly whimpering. "We heard Daddy's friend at the door!" One of the little boys shouted as they both came bounding down the stairs to stand in front of me. Jacob had told me about them too, when he invited me down to Paraiso. Benjamin was the youngest at 8, and Douglas was 11. They both had their mother's mousy brown hair and dark green eyes, but the rest was purely Jacob. The noses, the way you could tell they were up to no good just by looking into their eyes. The way they couldn't seem to sit still. Both looked like the spitting image of Jacob at that age. "Sorry for coming so late." I said, looking at the clock in the living room and wincing. It was almost 11pm. "Oh don't feel too bad, if I know these two, they weren't sleeping at all." Susan chuckled "Couple of Hell raisers these two." Jacob whispered into my ear. I barely repressed the urge to shudder and step away as I felt Jacob's hot breath on the back of my neck. "We heard a lot about you from Daddy." One of the little boys said, smiling up at me. My gut clenched painfully with a sense of panic. What did Jacob tell his family about me exactly? Did he tell them about why I had to leave Las Vegas? How I couldn't seem to keep my dick in my pants? Fuck! Did he tell them about our childhood?! About how we fucked our way through half our home county together? From 12 to 24. Didn't matter the gender or age, if they were willing, we fucked and fucked and fucked some more. And even as I looked down into the innocent eyes of these cute little boys, my 7 year old daughter sleeping peacefully in my arms, I could feel my dick twitch in my pants as memories of those years with Jacob surfaced after I struggled for so long to forget them. And then, one of the youngest boy saved me from myself by opening his mouth and asking: "Who's the black girl?" The whole room went silent and tense. "Benjamin!" Susan hissed, stomping over and giving her youngest butt a solid swat, making him let out a little squeak "Don't be rude!" "That's alright." I smiled, already used to this kind of reaction. I was a pale white man with red hair and blue eyes and my daughter had inherited her mother's dark complexion and thick curly black hair. Most people didn't believe me when I said she was my daughter. When I first gained custody of her a year and a half ago, it really annoyed me. Now I just sort of dealt with it. "This is my daughter," I said, slowly getting down on one knee so the boys could see my girl, still passed out with her head resting against my shoulder "Her name is Justice." "How old is she?" Douglas asked, stooping a little so he could get a better look at Justice's face. "She just turned 7 in April." "That means I'm older than her!" Benjamin thumped his chest proudly "Shhh Ben! Quiet" Jacob chuckled "She's sleeping. Like the two of you little demons should be." I didn't bother to point out to Jacob that his entire family had been loud and boisterous since I had walked through the door. It was fortunate that Justice slept like the dead. "She's really pretty." Douglas whispered, reaching out and grabbing a hold of one of Justice's tight curls to rub between his fingers. I had to agree. Even at only 7, Justice was a very beautiful little girl. She had almond brown skin, large amber colored eyes with thick long lashes. With her small button nose and plush berry lips in her heart shaped face, she looked like a little doll. And when she smiled, her cute rounded cheeks dimpled sweetly. She had me wrapped around her little finger the moment I first saw her. Just like her mother. "She is very pretty." I heard Jacob say behind me. I turned my head and looked at him, trying to read the expression on his face. What did he mean by that? Did he mean it in the way one parent could appreciate the pride of another parent towards their child? Or... was there something else to it? And for one dark moment, I wanted there to be a hidden meaning. "Okay you little demons," Susan sighed, snapping me out of my dangerous thoughts "your butts, in bed, now." She shooed her two sons up the stairs, the both of them whining and cajoling to be allowed to stay up a little longer. "Do you want me to take her?" Susan asked, gesturing towards Justice "We fixed up our daughter's room for you to stay the night. I can tuck her in so you and Jacob can catch up." I could tell Susan was just being friendly, and her offer wasn't unusual. But I felt my arms tighten around Justice as I stood back up. I knew I was being ridiculous, but I just couldn't bring myself to allow her to take her from me. I tried to think of a way to decline politely, but Susan just smiled kindly at me "I get it," she chuckled "When our daughter Rachel was born, I didn't even want Jacob touching her. Sometimes those Momma Bear instincts make you a clingy parent." Susan gestured up the stairs "I'll show you were the room is." "Thanks." I smiled sheepishly at her, feeling embarrassed. If Justice had been awake, she would have told Susan just how much of an overprotective "Momma Bear" I'd been since I'd gained custody. I went to follow Susan up the stairs, but Jacob's hand on my shoulder stopped me. "You coming back down for a celebratory drink after you tuck her in?" he asked, looking hopeful. I wouldn't read anything into that look. I would not! He clearly just wants to catch up. Nothing sexual. Thinking with my dick is exactly what got me into this mess in the first place. I promised myself and Justice I'd stop this shit. I plastered a smile on my face and nodded. "Yeah, sure man. Need to ask you about my new job anyways." Jacob's face split into that easy grin of his at my answer, patting me once on the back before I went upstairs to put Justice to bed.