The Phillips Family Curse Ch. 02

She pulled open the book and leafed through it, showing me the fancy, ink handwriting going through the many generations, my anger lessening, replaced by curiosity.

"My grandmother gave this book to me. But she was odd about it. It was not a warm, loving passing of a great family heirloom. It was as if she was giving me a job... passing off responsibility so she could rest soundly. I asked her about this, and she told me to read the book, read the passages of our ancestors, and I would find out."

Grandma was a great story teller, so her smoky voice distracted me from the noise outside the door.

"So I read it, cover to cover. Every word. And in it I found out about every secret our family had kept, every trait that gets passed on from generation to generation. Common characteristics, dominant traits... whoever reads this book knows everything there is to know about us, the good and the bad, every shameful secret. And we have some whoppers."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well..." she began, sliding the book to the side and standing up, going to pick up her discarded drink. I took a sip of my own, feeling its effects as it slid down my throat, feeling it dull my anger. "Like I said, our family started off as being very religious. Their way of life was very... repressed at that point. And with that level of repression, some desires began to emerge. Illicit desires."

I looked up at her and she looked down at me, the story starting to circle around to some relevance to what had been happening to me.

"It seemed like madness, at first. The scrawling of a repressed woman. A woman sharing everything in her mind, even her sexual desires for a young man, a young adult... her own son." Grandma said. "Her religious lifestyle kept her from crossing that line, but that desire persisted till her end. And her daughter, who she passed this book off to, she was obviously pretty shocked by this. She wrote it off like I do, as her repression conjuring these dark desires. But then it happened to her as well. She brought up memories of her father, and realized that she had teased him in ways that might be deemed inappropriate. She started noting the very detailed descriptions of her own son... how he looked, how handsome and virile he was. But she controlled herself, these fantasies remaining only that. Her daughter had the same reaction as her mother to what she read, and she vowed to keep strong. And she did, cause it seemed as if this desire passed her over. But she couldn't help but notice how her two children... as they reached adulthood, they seemed a little too close. So she stepped in, made sure to keep them apart, did everything she could to prevent them from crossing that line. But, even at the end, she started to admit the truth, a truth she claimed she had been hiding for so long: an illicit desire for her own son."

"It goes on and on like this," Grandma continued, pacing the room as she sipped her drink. "Mothers desiring sons... daughters desiring fathers... sisters desiring brothers. What started as an aberration became a pattern. And that pattern became the norm. And that is the Phillips family's dirty secret."

She turned to face me head on before continuing.

"It seems that the desire for incest is in our blood." she stated.

I gulped at this proclamation, but I was almost filled with relief, knowing that I wasn't going crazy or this whole thing wasn't some trick being played on me. It was for real.

"Our family, this great, sweeping family, this family that has been in this country or hundreds of years and has accomplished so many great things... we have a nasty little urge for the kinky. An unquenchable desire for inbreeding." Grandma stated, before heading over to mix another drink. "The writers in this book are women. Every single one of them. I don't know why, but it became the pattern which became the norm. Most of the entries early on followed these women's descent into this indecent, unnatural lust. But eventually, some used this book as a guide to fight back. They used this knowledge for defense, to protect their families from sliding into this corruption. They wrote down the many ways they protected themselves and their young, shielding them from this desire. What started as a warning became a shield."

"Do you know what causes this... desire?" I asked.

"Some of the women speculated on it. Some, like myself, think it's a simple, unfortunate twist of genetics. Some think it's a self-fulfilling prophecy, this book flowering desires in the women who read it. Some even speculated it was some sort of curse. A penalty for some crime we committed. It's hogwash, if you ask me. But one thing is clear. It's in the blood, the same blood we all have flowing though us." Grandma stated.

"It would seem our genetics fought back, though," she started. "As I'm sure you have noticed, the ratio of men to women in this family is tipped greatly in the favor of the women. Our genes protecting us from ourselves, it would seem. But in other ways, our genetics drag us into this. From what I've read, the women in our family carry many common traits, as I'm sure you've probably noticed. Firm butts, large busts, and if I do say so myself, the women in this family tend to be uncommonly good looking. And in the same breath, while a fair amount of the men in this family are simply of average looks, it seems that, every so often, a man in this family emerges on the right side of the gene pool, and all the women around him get worked into a tizzy. No offense, but I didn't know it would be you. You were such a gangly young man, Jesse. But, unfortunately, the desire in the women seems rise as both they and the men reach adulthood, and this coincides with the... blossoming... that you underwent while at school."

"I just wanted to get a girlfriend. I didn't want it to be the women of the family whose eyes I caught." I stated, shaking my head.

"Quite right. But unfortunately, this reunion was a perfect storm. Someone like you, around all these women... something like this was bound to happen." she said, hanging her head slightly.

"Then why do it?" I asked. "Why throw a reunion if you knew this could happen?"

"Like I said, some women use this book as tool for defense. As time went on, that is what the keepers of the book became, the protectors of this family, of our great line. Our lives are devoted to protecting our name, to resisting the dangerous charms of incest. Something so wrong... so forbidden... many speculated that it would be impossible to resist. That if we succumbed, if those desires were unleashed just once... it would be the end. Our family would not end in some war or some shocking act of violence. It would end in a sweaty mass of tangled limbs. Stand up, Jesse," she asked. I complied, and she led me over to that big painting on the wall with a hand on my back.

Now that I was closer to it, I saw it for what it was. It wasn't a painting. It was a family tree. And it was... beautiful. The writing was ornate with perfect penmanship. I started at the top, with the earliest traceable people with the family name from hundreds of years ago. The names branched outward, through generations, each branch listing a full name, date of birth, and date of death, if that information was locatable. Some names had a little symbol by them, and from the story I had just been told, I realized these were the women who had written in the book. I followed down this family tree till I found my own name in one of the lowest rows. Beneath it was empty canvas, plenty of space for the Phillips of the future.

"This is my life's work, Jesse. My birthright. What I have spent years working for and cultivating. This is not only the work of me, but of the women that came before me, who protected this family from itself. Without these women, all these branches would have turned inward, and this family would have imploded on itself. I only hope I have done my small part."

She looked at me and smiled warmly. I returned the gesture. She guided me back to the bed and I sat down. She resumed talking.

"As far as I know, the family has never once succumbed to this temptation, and that has continued under my watch. My role as the keeper of this book is to protect this family. But, nowadays, the family is so disparate. So wide-spread. My finger wasn't on the pulse of this family as much as it should have been. So, I wanted to gather all of us in one place and see what happened. See if any of these desires spiked. And they did... around you."

"So I became the guinea pig?" I said, a little mad.

"Unfortunately, yes. I didn't bring you here for that sole purpose, but that became your role once you arrived here, and I realized the temptation you were providing," she began. "I have never seen anything like it. I mean, I had caught a few instances of odd behavior with some of the girls and some cousins, but never like this. I thought maybe we had weeded out those desires, but clearly, it is still here and stronger than ever. I have never read anything like this, even in the book. Whatever force is pulling this family in on itself has only gotten stronger. I don't know what's inciting this level of desire, if it's the heat, the close proximity, or... something else. I don't know, something that hasn't been around in a long time. But whatever it is, that switch, that mental block that tells any sane person that incest and inbreeding is wrong, that is not there in the brains of the Phillips women. Maybe even the men too, I can't say for sure. And unfortunately, we're all jammed in together in close proximity, so it was inevitable that this would happen. And to you, Jesse, I apologize. I apologize for putting you in this spot. For the things you've been put through. For the awkwardness you've no doubt felt." I nodded and smiled up at her, accepting the apology.

"So..." I began, looking around, having heard the explanation. "What now?" She stepped forward and grabbed my empty glass.

"Want another?" she offered, but I just shook my head. She set my empty glass and her own down where she found them. She padded back to the bed and lifted the heavy book. "I am gonna have a lot to add to this sucker once this reunion is done with." she joked, before replacing the book on the shelf. "I expect that you want to just leave," Grandma said with a smile, "And for that, I wouldn't blame you."

She was circling the room, closing and locking the doors to the balcony, and testing the locks on the other doors.

"But, you've only just gotten here, and we've only just now began to bond again. If I ship you out now, I imagine it will be years before I see you again," she stated.

"Uh, I'll visit, but maybe just... when not all the others are around." I said with a laugh.

"Well, the vipers out in the hall probably won't calm down till the boys get home tonight, so it looks like you'll be stuck in here for a while." Grandma stated with a smile. As she finished her circle around the room, there was a lull in the conversation as she returned to her seat next to me on the bed. I thought over all the things she said, and as insane as it all sounded, the story checked out. It connected all the dots... except for one

"So..." I began, "If all this is true, why don't you seem to be affected? Why aren't you acting like those women in the hall? Why are you acting so normal?" She turned to me and gave me a knowing smile.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to ask about that?" she replied. "Who says I'm not affected?" she teased. "Well, I could just write it off to the wisdom of my many years of life. I could say that I'm somehow immune to this particular affliction. I could say I was properly prepared before the point I would have been afflicted. But the real question, the thing I'm most curious about, is whether or not you are afflicted?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean... the only window I have is from the women, but I'm curious how much of this desire is coming from the men." Grandma said.

"I don't want any of this!" I affirmed.

"Oh, I know, I know. But, Jesse, I may be your grandmother, but I am not blind. I can very easily tell that... parts of you... have enjoyed the attention. So I have to wonder how much of this is coming from you? Whether you are the catalyst for this." she speculated.

"Are you blaming me for this?" I asked.

"Of course not. I'm just trying to gage how deep this all goes." she wondered. "Whether this is just a desire that blooms solely from within the women of this family, or from the men as well."

"Well, I can assure you that I have never once thought about this, or wanted this... I would happily never think about any of these things ever again." I declared. She nodded and smiled, before standing up again once more. She padded over towards the family tree slowly, as if admiring her work.

"300 years of work, 300 years of history, and it all leads to this," she muttered to herself.

"So... what happens now?" I asked, unsure of how to proceed.

"You haven't figured it out yet?" Grandma asked, looking at me with a smile.

"What do you mean?" I asked with a confused grin.

"I've been watching out for you all weekend, as soon as you got here," she stated, turning to walk back towards me. "And, unfortunately, you are the perfect patsy for the kind of stuff that has been happening to you this weekend. You are definitely cute, Jesse, but you are a bit gullible. I was amazed how long it took for you to catch onto some of the flirting they were doing with you."

"Oh, uh, yeah, I guess so." I said, a little embarrassed.

"And I bet it took a long time for you to realize that your girlfriend was interested in you," she commented. It was true. Sandy had to pretty much lay it all out to me before I realized she wanted a date.

"Amazing how life goes, how crazy it all is," she began. "You go to school, get in shape, very in shape, and you go get a girlfriend. You start down that path, and you are happy, but you have to leave her behind to come here. And here, you face genuine temptations from all sides, from your mom, your aunt, your sister, and your cousin. But you pass them all up. That path, starting at that point you decided to get fit, has led you here, alone, locked in a bedroom with your grandmother."

"What do you mean?" I asked again, starting to feel like something was off.

"What I mean, Jesse, is that you really should have seen this coming."

Then my grandmother untied her robe, and let it slip off her shoulders.

My eyes widened as I took in the sight before me. It just seemed so wrong, so unbelievable, that for a moment, I wondered if I had just finally snapped. Maybe I was hallucinating, and my brain had gone haywire. I blinked, trying to clear this image from my brain, but it wasn't going away.

My fifty-something grandmother, Helen Phillips, was standing in front of me in only her underwear. Both the bra and her tiny panties were made of a matching, black mesh-like material, meaning, unfortunately for me, I could see everything. Everything. And due to this, I suddenly had many realizations at once.

I could see that Grandma took advantage of this lake house's relative isolation, since I didn't see a tan-line on her. I could see every inch of her soft, sun-weathered skin, and it was smooth and even all over. I could see the evidence of my Grandma's commitment to fitness, as her legs were long and firm, her stomach was taut and flat, and her arms looked lithe and sinewy. I could see through her tiny mesh panties that she shaved her pussy, leaving only a tiny strip of hair, a landing strip that could rival a twenty-year-old's any day. I could see the smooth, bare, plump pussy lips of her nearly naked pussy, and the obvious moisture that was gathered there. She did a spin in front of me, and my eyes followed along the tiny string holding her panties around her hip. My eyes followed this tiny string that dug tightly into her soft, lush flesh, following it till it met with its twin in the middle of her back, before turning downward, threading between her ass-cheeks, revealing that my grandmother was wearing a thong.

Those words didn't belong together... grandmother... thong. It just seemed so wrong, but I had seen so much wrong this weekend that I shouldn't have been surprised. But this seemed on a whole other level of wrong. As I said early on, I was an ass-man, so I was in a good position to evaluate what I was seeing. And the worst part was, not only was my grandmother pulling it off, she was flat-out rocking it.

A foot in front of my face were the round, firm, jutting cheeks of my grandmother's exposed, bare ass-cheeks. They stood out from her slim frame, so full and round, as if begging to be touched. To be squeezed. The crease where the cheeks met her legs were perfectly tapered and artful. And the cleft between her cheeks looked deep and smooth, hiding the tiny string running down its length.

Sandy's ass was my favorite physical feature on her. I had touched it, squeezed it, kissed it, and playfully spanked it. I hadn't rimmed her or anything like that, but I could imagine working up to that point eventually. My girlfriend's ass was amazing. The skin was smooth, the cheeks were firm, and they drew my eye every time I was behind her. But looking at my grandmother's ass, I couldn't help but compare the two.

Sandy's ass was round, but my grandmother's ass was rounder and more pronounced. Sandy's ass was full, but Grandma's was fuller. The skin on my girlfriend's ass was smooth and firm, but the flesh on Grandma's ass was somehow smoother and more squeezable. The crevasse between each of my grandmother's cheeks and firm legs was far more pronounced than it was on Sandy. And the cleft between the two cheeks of my girlfriend wasn't nearly as mouth-watering as the same feature on my grandmother.

From a purely objective point-of-view, my grandmother had a hotter, sexier, juicier, and better ass than my college-aged girlfriend. My grandmother had a far more fuckable, lust-inspiring ass than the love of my life.

I gulped, worry filling my every pore.

I had to pull my eyes away from Grandma's butt. I looked up her smooth, tanned, fit back, admiring the firm expanse of flesh, interrupted only by her overworked bra-strap. And it was this bra-strap that my eyes followed as she turned back to face me, meaning that my eyes were drawn upward, to what was no doubt the main event of my grandmother's body.

This whole weekend, it had seemed pretty clear to me that Kendra, of all the women, had the biggest breasts of the bunch, by a fair margin. On Kendra's thin frame, they literally seemed watermelon sized, while the other women seemed to simply have overly large melons. But my rankings had been off. There was a new champion.

Grandma had the biggest tits of them all, by a country mile. And it wasn't even that close. She had an absolutely mammoth set of jugs. Apparently, her choice of clothes must have really downplayed her body, because my grandma was a prime example of a mature woman who had curves where it counted, an old lady with the tits and ass of a swimsuit model.

Her rack was absolutely enormous, I can't stress this enough. They jutted out from her chest like overfilled water balloons. Her mesh bra was practically acting like a sling, holding back these massive udders, doing its best to contain the firm masses of succulent flesh, the straps digging into her shoulders noticeably. There seemed to be a little sag, but that was to be expected with boobs of that size, but all things considered, for a woman her age, those tits were as firm as ripe fruit. They were so full and round that they were pressed together naturally and aided by the tightness of the tight garment, she was sporting a mile of deep cleavage. The mesh of material stretched around those huge boobs, stretched to the max, causing her flesh to practically seep around the edges. And the mesh material of the bra allowed me a clear view of my own grandmother's hard, throbbing nipples, pressing against the mesh material, surrounded by her perfectly smooth, round areolas. After this whole weekend of madness, it was now my grandmother who I had seen the most exposed.