“Lover: Incest Full Circle”

Posted by tina on December 01, 20013 at 18:36:12:

Hi, everyone! There is only one lover left for Zack. Enjoy!

“Lover: Incest Full Circle”
(inspired by Rachel Owens)
By tina

Rachel felt terrible. The flu was going around and she had gotten it bad. She had finished her half-day internship but by the time she had gotten home she wanted nothing more than to go to bed.
“Hi, Rachel, you have a message.” Jessica’s voice had startled her. Rachel still had not updated her phone so her dead best friend’s voice continued to inform her of new voice mail. Rachel sat down at her vanity, kicked off her black pumps, and accessed her message.
“Rachel, its Zack. I’m sending Mr. Smith over this afternoon with a peace offering. It’s just you and me now. We need to take care of each other. I…well…I…bye.”
“Typical Zack,” Rachel had thought, “can’t even tell me he loves me.” She pulled up her black linen skirt and peeled off her sheer pantyhose and dropped them on the floor next to her heels. The pencil skirt had come off next. Rachel looked at herself in the vanity as she had unzipped the skirt. She had dropped the skirt to the floor. She had gracefully kicked the skirt away despite her weakened condition. Rachel had continued to watch herself in the mirror as she unbuttoned her orchid blouse. The blouse she had lain on the back of the dressing table chair.
Rachel had stood naked except for her bra and panties which had an orchid design that had perfectly matched her blouse. The outfit was her favorite because she had always gotten extra-long admiring looks from men she encountered both in college and at work. She particularly had liked catching men and occasionally women gazing at her legs. Rachel had always bought the most expensive hosiery to encourage the desired admiration.
She had slid under the covers as she had still worn her lovely bra and panty set. Rachel was so weak she had gone almost immediately to sleep. But she had just as suddenly awakened with a start. Her heart was racing. The sheets had been soaked with her perspiration from the terrible dream. It was actually a nightmare and was fresh in her mind. She was in a room she had not recognized. Her beloved Jessica was there, sitting in a chair. Out of the darkness behind Jessica a pair of hands reached out holding some sort of ribbon. The ligature was quickly tight around Jessica’s throat. Her best friend’s hands had reached out toward Rachel. Rachel saw Jessica’s lips move but her best friend had made no sound. However, Rachel had been able to understand what Jessica was saying. “Help me Rachel! Help me Rachel! Help me…” That had been when poor Rachel had come out of her suddenly troubled sleep.
She had slipped out from under the perspiration soaked sheets. Her fever had obviously broken. Rachel was not sure if she had felt better or worse. She had padded bare foot into the kitchen. The cold glass of orange juice had soothed her throat. She had slowly slipped the juice as her head had cleared of the terrible visions.
“Poor Jessica,” Rachel had thought as she had tried to suppress the vivid dream.
The doorbell had interrupted her morbid reverie. It was Mr. Smith. Rachel unlocked the front door to let him into her apartment and impulsively had given him a tight hug. “Oh, Mr. Smith, I’m so sorry,” Rachel had stammered as she had realized what she had done. Mr. Smith was a trusted advisor to her late mother. He had assisted Rachel get through the terrible time after her mother’s murder. Mr. Smith had also offered support when her best friend Jessica had met a fate eerily similar to Sherry’s.
“Here, this is for you, dear girl,” Mr. Smith stated as he seemed quite unfazed by Rachel’s show of affection. “Master Zack called it a peace offering.” Mr. Smith smiled warmly as he handed Rachel the gift box. Rachel had reluctantly accepted the gift. She looked at Mr. Smith, looked at the box, and had sighed deeply. With trembling fingers Rachel had opened the gift package. She pulled the floral scarf out of the box.
“Oh! Mr. Smith it’s…” Rachel had started to tell Mr. Smith how beautiful the silk scarf was as she had held it up to the afternoon light. Then Rachel had recognized the scarf. It was the scarf she had given her mother. It was Sherry’s birthday present. It had been Sherry’s last birthday.
“Is this some kind of joke?” Rachel had snarled the question as she held the beautiful scarf out toward Mr. Smith.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, miss,” Mr. Smith replied with a convincing air of puzzlement. ”Mr. Smith this is the scarf I gave to my mother before she died. The police said mom was strangled with a stocking or a ribbon or a scarf,” Rachel held the lovely scarf up for emphasis as she screamed at Mr. Smith. “Zack gave this scarf to you to give to me. Don’t you see? It means my brother murdered my mother.”
Mr. Smith had continued the charade of being mystified by what Rachel was telling him.
“My darling bastard brother probably killed Jessica, too. He strangled her with this very scarf!”
“Miss Rachel, I am shocked and speechless,” Mr. Smith said as he watched Rachel closely.
“I don’t know what kind of game Zack is playing,” Rachel said to Mr. Smith as she clenched the silk scarf tightly in her hand, “but I’m going to call the police and let them figure it all out.”
Rachel dropped the box and scarf on the table. She was walking to the kitchen as she said, “Don’t worry Mr. Smith I know you were an innocent dupe in all of this.” She was reaching for the wall phone when Mr. Smith’s forearm had gone unexpectedly round her neck. With her illness she was already weak and now Rachel was having trouble breathing. Mr. Smith was choking her hard. Rachel was in real trouble. Her first thought had been that Mr. Smith was a lot stronger than he appeared. Her last thought as the man she trusted choked her out and the room went dark was, “Mr. Smith must not be so innocent after all.”
Rachel was only semi-conscious as Mr. Smith had dragged her back to the bedroom.
When Rachel regained consciousness she was sitting in her vanity chair. Her wrists had been tied tightly behind her back. As she struggled she realized Mr. Smith had used the belt from her robe to bind her wrists.
“Yes, Master Zack, she’s ready and waiting.” Rachel saw and heard Mr. Smith was speaking on his cell phone. “She told me I was just and innocent dupe.”
“Yes, I got a laugh out of that, too, sir”
“Very good, sir, we’ll be here.” Mr. Smith had sat down on the bed. “I see you’re back with me again, Miss Rachel.”
“You could at least have the decency to cover me,” Rachel said as she had nodded downward. Her robe was wide open exposing her lovely body that was clad only in her orchid lingerie set.
“Oh, sorry Miss Rachel, I do beg your pardon,” Mr. Smith had sounded quite sincere as he walked over to where Rachel was seated. He gently pushed the robe off Rachel’s shoulders. As Rachel’s head snapped side to side he took hold of the bra straps and pushed them down off her shoulders.
“NO! WAIT! STOP,” Rachel screamed as Mr. Smith pulled the cups of the orchid bra forward and down. Rachel’s firm breasts had been fully exposed. Mr. Smith had gently rolled each of Rachel’s nipples between his index finger and thumb.
“Look Miss your nipples are standing at attention.” Rachel had realized she was aroused by his hands on her breasts but she had just glared at him and had said nothing. “I won’t give him the satisfaction of letting him know I’m excited,” Rachel had thought. Then Mr. Smith’s hands had slid down Rachel’s soft body. He hooked the waist band of her orchid panties. Rachel had squirmed but was powerless to resist as Mr. Smith pulled her panties down to her knees.
“You have a lovely brown bush, Miss Rachel,” the disgusting old man had said as he slipped his hand between her legs. Rachel pressed her thighs tightly together but she had felt Mr. Smith’s hand move closer to her pussy. Finally his middle finger had begun to probe inside her pubic area.
“Yes, very nice indeed,” Mr. Smith said as his finger pushed inside her moist slit. “Zack always told me you were a little bit of a slut.”
“You bastard,” Rachel hisses even as her body betrayed her. She was tied up, nearly naked, and sick with flu. But despite it all she had felt herself aroused as Mr. Smith had vigorously fingered her.
“I can feel your juices flowing, Miss Rachel,” the old goat said with satisfaction as he smiled down at his helpless victim. Still Rachel had not spoken but she had relaxed her legs as she felt her arousal grow. She had loved the feeling of her orgasm as Mr. Smith had continued to finger her.
“If you untie me I’ll give you blow job.” Rachel was still a technical virgin. She had not counted oral sex as real sex. She had long ago stopped counting the men and the occasional woman whom she had serviced with her luscious red lips and her incredibly long tongue. Rachel was never the prettiest girl in school but she had always been the most popular.
Jessica had often told Rachel, “Your tongue is way better than the best cock.”
Mr. Smith slapped Rachel hard across her face. “That’s for your mother, you whore!” Rachel had glared fiercely at Mr. Smith as he cocked his hand for another blow.
“Children, children,” Zack had admonished from the bedroom door, “we’re here to make peace.”
“I beg your pardon, Master Zack,” Mr. Smith said as he stepped away from Rachel.
“You’ve had your fun, old boy,” Zack said by way of dismissal. Mr. Smith turned toward Rachel and had spoken softly, “Sorry I won’t be seeing you again, miss. Goodbye!” Rachel had not needed to ask what he meant. She had already figured out she was next in whatever sick game Zack was playing.
“You strangled our mother, you bastard!” Before Zack could respond she had continued, “You raped and strangled mom. You raped and strangled Jessica. You’re a monster!” By the time she was finished Rachel was screaming at her brother.
“I can certainly see why Mr. Smith slapped you. You can be an annoying little bitch. Besides, dear sister, dear old mom and I were lovers. I can see you’re shocked by that revelation. We had been lovers long before dad split. I hate to be the one to break the news to you but dad didn’t like being cuckolded by his son. Guess mom forgot to share that tidbit with you. Any way once they were divorced mom wanted and needed me more than ever. But my shrink didn’t think it was healthy for me. She suggested, no that’s not the word, she demanded that I terminate the incestuous affair. Lovely word that, terminate, it kept percolating in my brain. I knew mother would never let me end our love affair so I had to terminate her instead. I found it highly ironic that she was wearing the scarf you had given her…this scarf.” Rachel’s brown eyes widened as she watched Zack pull the silk scarf from his pocket.
“We made love for the last time and then I broke the news to her that I was ending our illicit relationship. Dear old mom was speechless. Of course by then I had the scarf pulled tight around her lovely slender throat. She put up a hell of a fight. I came again as I strangled her.”
Zack walked behind Rachel and reached under her arms. “It’s your turn, dear Rachel.”
“Wait, no, please,” Rachel had stammered as her brother dragged her to the sweet soaked bed. He had laid Rachel down across her bed, pushed her legs apart, and had knelt down as he grinned up over her exposed body. She had moaned loudly as he had buried his face in her brown bush. “Please, Zack, stop,” Rachel had begged weakly as she had again been sexually aroused. Silently she had thought, “Ravage me you beast!”
Rachel was quite delirious as Zack’s tongue had probed deeper and deeper inside her. She had screamed as a toe curling orgasm ripped through her sick body. “Can a woman die from an orgasm?” she wondered as Zack finished his oral exam.
“I never did that with mother,” Zack had said as he stood up and repositioned Rachel on the bed. Rachel watched him undress. Zack saw that she was staring at him. “Aren’t you going to offer me the same deal as Mr. Smith?”
“I’ll bite it off if you’re brave enough to stick it in my mouth.” Rachel had gazed at her brother as he picked up the scarf. She didn’t want to die and had said as much. “Please, Zack, I don’t want to die.” Zack smiled as he walked to the bed where his darling sister was already laid out. He wrapped the beautiful silk scarf around Rachel’s throat. She had shut her eyes tight as he climbed onto the bed.
“I’m a virgin,” she had said in a quivering voice as he forced himself between her legs. He had said nothing as she had waited for her brother to rape her and steal her virginity. She opened her eyes as he climbed back off the bed. Rachel had watched quite confused as her brother had dressed.
He walked over and brought the vanity chair back beside the bed. “I didn’t rape Jessica, you know. She had always wanted me and I had always fantasized about her.” He had reached out a hand and Rachel had flinched as his comforting hand had smoothed out her hair and caressed her face.
“But you strangled them both. How could you?” Rachel had asked not realizing the danger that surrounded her. Zack had grasped the ends of the scarf and had yanked it tight before Rachel knew what was happening. Her bulging brown eyes stared up at her brother in shock as he drew the floral scarf tighter and tighter. He was becoming quite the expert at strangulation. Rachel’s body had bucked on the bed as she had vainly tried to pull her wrists free from her robe belt. She had never wanted anything so desperately as to free her hands so she loosen mom’s scarf.
“This is what mom and Jessica experienced,” Rachel had realized as her brother strangled her. She had tried to beg him to stop but she had no voice. Her head was going to explode any second. Her long tongue was swelling which only added to her torment.
“Good old Rachel, you’ll die a virgin,” Zack had said as he had drawn the silk scarf tighter. He had loved the way Rachel had thrashed on the bed as he had slowly strangled the life from her voluptuous body. “Given your record you’ll probably be a vestal virgin in one of the circles of hell.”
From a long way off Rachel had heard her brother laugh. She had never heard anything so horrible in her life. That was when the black darkness had mercifully taken her.