Date: Tue, 3 Dec 2019 09:10:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Fifi Fideo Subject: The all father part 2/ bisexual-incest Frank, Catherine and her son Jonathan rode back to town in silence "Jonathan, honey, it's rather simple love, your father and I...well we-" "Are you guys getting a divorce?" The young man blurted out, his hands searched for something to grab onto, his insides churned, his eyes watered. "No! Your father and I love each other and you very much, never doubt that my love, we just indulge in a different way than most people from time to time." Jonathan's eyes watered a bit, but turned away, he felt a heavy lump build inside his throat. Frank drove and Catherine sat between them, they were packed pretty tight thanks to the big man's frame but felt very disconnected from each other. Frank stole a look at Jonathan, his small frame turned away from both of them and looked out the window, he wish he could reach over and hug him, the boy was conflicted. "We're here" Frank said as he pulled up to the Motel Cricket, it was on the far North side of Amos, it hardly saw any visitors but it had become the temporary abode of the Krause family, room six, top floor. Jonathan opened the door and got out rather hastily, not waiting for his mother "Frank, forgive me, the child didn't know, it's hit him rather hard I believe" anger boiled beneath the surface of her composed facade, but after all it was her and Johns fault for not explaining things to their son sooner, if he only knew... "The child? Jonathan is 18 already, I'm sure you and your husband can explain things, he'll get over it, give him some credit" Catherine felt that surge of electricity again, she took note of it, Frank might be back to his normal self but she had felt something beneath shift. Even now as she looked into his eyes, there was a shadow in them that wasn't there before. Contact with Catherine and her family had triggered the change. She was sure now that he was the one, John would be pleased, their long search finally over. "Mr.Ackerman...Frank, thank you, I should have explained things to you and Jonathan, I'm so embarrassed things devolved in such a way" she apologized "I would like for you to take this, as a small token of our future partnership" She placed a black fist sized pouch on his dash, it was beautifully hand stitched with golden thorns and roses and the scent was intoxicating He was about to protest but held his tongue as she placed a small delicate finger over his mouth "No more words, if my son Jonathan is understanding, then it will happen, as for this, take it as my business card, put it in your chimney tonight, let it burn and you'll get a taste of what I taste like" With that she closed the door to his truck and walked slowly up the stairs to her room, that ass he though, it had been grinding on his cock almost an hour before and now it was ingrained in his mind. He readjusted for the incoming erection, something about her, the mother drove him wild, her eyes, her hair, the way she spoke and now that she had confirmed her willingness, it was almost too much for him to bear. He drove home with eager intent, wanting no more than to get a hot shower and cum. He sighed as soon as he neared his home, that might have to wait. As he pulled up he noticed his brother's white car parked right out front, his house illuminated and loud music came from inside. "Hey Frankie!" Exclaimed his younger brother "Hope you don't mind us dropping by, Donnie is upstairs taking a shower, I figured we could leave for the fair tomorrow morning together!" Frank pulled a beer from the fridge and leaned back against it, he eyed his brother as he cooked up a storm Vincent was younger, thirty four with a kid who he had when he was still in his teens. He was also a bit shorter thank Frank and was practically hairless, not as much muscle or meat on his bones. "Vinnie, bro, you know I love you and Donnie but it's late, I'm gonna turn in and there's a bunch of stuff to weld at the fair tomorrow" "Sorry `bout it brother, I'll make you the finest breakfast tomorrow morning, way better than any you've ever had!" Frank didn't take the bait, he knew how it would go, they would get drunk tonight and show up late to whatever job they had the next day, Frank and Vincent were partners and owned the welding shop in town. Frank gave his brother a quick punch to the arm and walked out the kitchen, good thing their customers were patient He unbuttoned his shirt letting his hairy chest breathe and walked upstairs "Hey Donnie, how's the water?!" "Hi uncle Frank! It's good, thanks for having us!" The young twenty one year old yelled from the restroom, steam escaped from behind the closed door as Frank walked by and it trailed behind him as he went to his room The hairy man sat on the edge of his bed, placed the pouch on his night stand. He was obsessed with it, It would almost be a shame to part with such a gift but she had insisted. He brought it close to his nose and sniffed it, it was a blend of florals and something altogether familiar, like a heavy oil or perfume. He took a lighter and flicked it on, the small flame cut through the night, sending shadows all across the room. It burned slow, the incense began to waft and small tendrils, almost like skeletons, snaked through the room He took the pouch all around the house, letting it permeate the old paint and wood, letting It take its form, letting it loose. It reminded him of her, of her small framed boy Jonathan who looked at him with wide eyes, of her husband who always had a smile on his face, he had just met the family a few days prior but they stayed on his mind And with the scent, even more so, the Krause family had moved in to his heart. Frank placed the burning pouch inside his fire place and went back upstairs, the water had stopped and the door to the bathroom was left open, inside was Frank's nephew, Donovan. He was Frank's height, five eleven with a fair share of muscle, though he didn't share Frank's scruffy beard Donovan was still handsome and extremely athletic, there was nothing Donovan wanted more than to be like his uncle "Uncle Frank, sorry about my dad he's a little drunk, I'll turn the music down in a bit" His uncle couldn't help but admire the work his young nephew had put in to his body, the big arms, the chest, the tight stomach, not as big as he was but he was getting there "Don't worry about it kiddo, I'm pretty drunk too and I think the party just started, your daddy is making some food for ya" "I wish you were my dad" Donovan said, Frank laughed it off but he could hear the sincerity in the boys comment, it broke his heart, maybe one day his younger brother would grow up "Let me shower then and I'll meet you guys downstairs, how's that?" "Sure thing uncle Frank!" The water ran again, the house it seemed, was in good spirits, a young man and his father cooked downstairs, another showered upstairs but unbeknownst to them was the effects of the small incense that still burned inside Frank's fire place. It's slow vibe spread through the house, it's purpose was one and it was to bring one's true essence to the surface. One of many tools employed by a witch, and Catherine wanted a beast.