Slip quietly away.

I fled to the relative safety of the bathroom to tend to my aching behind. A pot of cold cream managed to sooth the stinging physical pain but couldn't touch the agony of emotional turmoil I felt.

Hearing the moans and cries of my mother and sisters as my father and brothers used them at the family diner table. Knowing that I would willingly allow the same thing to happen to me if I was told to. Part of me, even wanting to if it meant pleasing the men in my family. It was more than I could bear.

Instead of returning to the incestuous orgy, I resolved to quietly slip away. I dreaded being summoned back to the dinning room as crept into the hall to collect my purse and shoes. Fearing the terrible compulsion to obey would stop me, I almost sobbed with relief as I cracked open the front door and escaped into the wider world.

Across the street, I saw our neighbour Mrs Cortez kneeling on her front lawn and giving a sloppy blowjob to her nephew. They gave me a friendly wave as if what they were doing was perfectly normal.

Part of me insisted it was normal, she was his to use as he wanted, who was I to say otherwise? But part of me stubbornly held on to the idea that this new world was wrong.

Why? I wondered, Why was I still clinging to the old way of things when everyone else seemed to think family free use was the most natural thing in the world.

"Oh hey Katie," a familiar voice intruded on my thoughts, "leaving early today? I was hoping we could catch up."

A case in point, my old school friend and neighbour Becky, bent over the hood of her car as her brother fucks her ass. Her tone was casual, and she flashed her usual bright cheery smile as she spoke despite the tears welling in her eyes from what was clearly some pretty rough pounding.

Carl, her brother, acknowledged my presence with a nod and a grunt but didn't stop fucking his sister, didn't even slow down, despite my appearance on the scene.

I forced a smile and returned Becky's greeting.

I knew I didn't have long before my family noticed my absence and came looking for me, but perhaps Becky could help answer some of the questions that were plaguing me?