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I pulled back after a minute or two and I saw her staring at me glassy eyed and panting hard.
"Why...Matt? Why did you...?" She said between gasps.
I hardened my heart and said, "That was the one and only kiss from me like that you will ever get. Now, my kiss will grow in legend as the kiss you will never have again. All others will fall short by comparison. That is my gift to you."
Then I opened my door and let my Mother out. I still felt a lot of anger in my chest and I knew just what to do about it. I cleared my throat and tested it. Then in a pained voice I yelled out, "Todd! Please man I need your help! Come to my room!"
I heard running feet coming down the stairs. I had a pretty good chance of Todd coming through my bedroom door first. He was my main target. If it was Chris I wouldn't lose any sleep over it since he deserved some of this too. Butt Todd, my eldest brother deserved this the most.
I couldn't have planned it any better...
My bedroom door began to open and I slammed into it shoulder first with a running start. I caught Todd's hand between the door and the frame and heard a loud THUNK as his face rebounded off the door.
Thanks for the solid core door Dad! This one's for you!
I yanked open the door to see Todd woozily trying to sit upright his left arm held to his chest. I stepped forward and kicked him hard in between the legs and stomped on his gonads a couple of time making him piss himself and puke on the carpet in the hallway. I saw Mother open her door and scream. Then Chris came around the corner yelling, "What the fuck!?"
Everyone froze and watched me as I glared at everyone. Then I looked down at Todd.
"You cheated with Mom on Dad. I would never strike a woman, but you...I can hit you all day long!" Chris began to move forward but my eyes stopped him. I glanced down at my eldest brother curled in a fetal position on the floor.
"Dad trusted you, and you broke it. You knew better but you did it anyway. It would be wise for you to leave this house and not come back."
I looked at Chris who seemed like he wanted to do something but was stumped as to what.
"Chris..." I said quietly to get his attention. He looked up at me, and his body was shaking. Must be the old "Fight or Flight" instinct kicking in. Wonder how hard he was going to crash later?
"You didn't cheat. Dad was dead when you hooked up with Mom. I got no problem with you except that you are a perv. Don't talk to me and don't mess with me. You will be fine..."
I looked down at Todd again and his eyes were full of pain and fire. "Right now your thinking of revenge, that's fine. It's natural to want revenge." Then I grinned and spoke softly.
"I just want you to know that I could have killed you, decided not to since you're my big brother. I still might though. Don't give me a reason. Now...Goodnight."
His brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of that last statement, then it relaxed as I kicked him in the face and he started snoring and twitching on the ground. Mom screamed again and ran to her eldest boy. Chris inched forward and I could see his eyes were fixated on the cleavage Mom was exposing. I just shrugged.
Yep...Chris is a perv.
I closed and locked my door. Then packed up a few bags with things I would need and climbed out of my window. I got in my car and drove over to an old camping spot that we all used to visit. I slept in my car and some time passed before I got a chance to go back over to Tracy's the day after Christmas.
That's when I found out an important fact. Sure, Tracy was a "Vanilla Sex" kind of person...but when you are patient, and show you want to meet your woman's needs? They open up and want to try new things.
As for my family? It was about the middle of January when I showed up at my Uncle David's house. I made sure my Aunt and cousins were gone.
"Hey Matt! What can I do for you? The boys are gone but should be back in an hour or two." He said to me cheerfully.
I pulled out my laptop and the voice activated digital recorder I got for note taking when I went to college. I love my brothers, but them wanting to be all chummy with me on Christmas Eve was out of character for them. With all the pranks they had pulled on me? Yeah, I thought it would be good to catch them in the act. At the very least we would have a recording to laugh about later on in life.
Not too many laughs to be had now.
"Uncle David? Not sure how to say this, but my Mom's...Uhmm...your wife's family has a Christmas tradition. I think you need to know about it."
The End.
- COMMENTS
PastMasterover 1 year agoI liked this ending far better than the original. I stopped reading the original as soon as he caved. I really wanted him to hold out and tell her to get the fuck out of his room but he didnt. This was a far better outcome.
Anonymousalmost 4 years agosome people figure it out early. I did. As a teenager I had two female cousins come on to me very strongly on several occasions during visits back to see the family. One did it while we shared a car going through the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland. Something stopped me from giving into my lust, some sense that it would change the relationship, and not necessarily in a good way with these two girls I very much liked.
I got to see your story play out in real life. My extended family on my Dad's side blew up one day, oh about thirty years ago, when an older female cousin sent a letter of condemnation to every member of the family detailing her sexual molestation at the hands of the men of the family. Turns out it was a family "tradition" practiced by the men and condoned by the women. It "built family unity." By the time the dust settled about half of the marriages in the family had ended in rancorous divorces. All of the "blood" relatives knew of the "tradition" but those people who married into the family were kept in the dark. Those people were horrified to discover what their so called loving spouses had done, or allowed to be done, to the children in the family. No matter how much people extolled the benefits of the tradition, which one great aunt said went back to at least her grandfather who had molested her, for building family unity none of those people who had married into the family were ever convinced. I have always been glad that I lived on the other side of the country when this mess went down.
I spoke one time, briefly, with my father about this years later. According to him, he was molested by the men of the family throughout his childhood. "It was just how things worked in the family." He was then "inducted" into the tradition in his early teens. By the time he was sixteen, he had realized something was wrong with what he and the other males were doing, rejected the tradition and was big enough to enforce his personal boundaries. I asked him the reason we lived on the east coast was to protect my sister and I. He said it was. So even sixteen years olds can reject these traditions.
So, for myself, my dad, and that older, female cousin who blew up the family, I say thank you for writing this alternate, and truer, ending to Lovecraft's story. Even someone as young as your main character can understand the damage caused by these "traditions" and choose to reject them.
Anonymousover 7 years agoI hate cheating. I hate cheating in stories even more. I hate adultery even more than that, but when a mother cheats on her husband with her son! Or a father with his daughter it seriously pisses me off. I always wanted to read a story where the son says no. I finally got that so now it kinda feels like a weight off of my shoulders. Well done well done. If you find anymore like that please post them on the comment section I would love to read them.
Anonymousover 7 years agoYou did warn us this was dark, and so it is.
"Out of the darkness comes the light...You make the world turn around..." or words to that effect.
In a world where everything is sexualized, it's hard not to imagine a boy wanting his Mother. In the 21st Century we celebrated MILFs--our own and every one else's. It's hard to figure out where the self-imposed morality originates. There's a missing element here.
I'm challenged by much of this story as it lacks that foundation. I'd give it a zero but they won't allow that. I'll give a two for the effort. I know from my own efforts trying to piggy-back or redo a tale is a greater challenge than one saying, "I'd have done it different and better. Remember, the effort is worthwhile.
