Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep110

Christine stared at her own distorted reflection in the window. When she'd woken up that morning feeling so 'content' she'd been lying to herself. Christine wasn't happy with things the way they were. Not really. She tried to think back to when she'd ever truly been happy and came up empty.

She'd been a lonely kid growing up. Her parents were both very rational, emotionally distant people. When Christine came home with skinned knees, they'd nod absently and hand her a band-aid. When she cried because her first boyfriend had broken her heart, her mother's big piece of advice was 'get over it.'

For a time, Christine had her older brother, Jack. Especially in middle school they'd been close. God, she looked up to her big brother so much. But then Jack went off to his own adventures in college and Christine was back in that empty house. She called it The Refrigerator, her childhood home.

Then she'd met James and he was so handsome and affectionate. In a way that reminded Christine of her big brother. She'd been happy with James, she knew. But then they'd gotten pregnant with Alexis and the world went a-tumble all over again.

Getting through college with one, two, three kids had been almost impossible. Getting through medical school had been even harder. Then, one day, Christine woke up and found a thirty-year-old woman staring back at her in the mirror. And she realized she hated everything about that person.

She started working out. Going to the gym. Building her body into something perfect, something that no one could ever stop loving. That was her new solution. That's how things had gone in her life. When her brother failed her, she found a husband. When he failed, she found school. When that didn't work: exercise.

Only she wasn't happy then, either. Oh, sure she told herself it was happiness. She showed herself her washboard abs and sculpted arms and said, See, you're happy now. You could bounce a quarter off your perfect butt -- that's what winners feel like.

God she'd been so delusional. So naive and stupid. And now she was in the passenger seat, next to her husband and children, driving home with an incest baby in her womb. Quite literally fucked up.

She'd spent all that time resenting Molly for being soft. When it was Christine who was broken. She hated James for being weak. When it was Christine who lacked the strength to do what was right. She'd taught her children awful things about life: about who to be and how to act. She'd been cold like her parents and worse. Judgmental, haughty, selfish.

The stuff she'd done to Molly -- a sweet, naturally happy girl who loved

And James.

all he'd ever done was care for her. She'd resented his love for Molly so much, but what did Christine ever offer him in exchange? How could she be so sanctimonious

beings and twisted them. Perverted their growth. She'd been an iron dictator who'd bent them all to her will and then laughed at how they

could see happiness through the still-open garage

her belly. Put her hands where she knew her unborn child

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at the wall, like waiting for it to give him an answer. He knew none was coming. Things had already been bad

Well, now he knew.

He couldn't even think the word, let alone

Christine about it, but she just nodded and agreed with everything he said. It was a new, infuriating tactic and it only made James madder. Eventually, he gave

happened?" Christine came into the living room, still dressed in her pajamas. She sat on the couch next to James and held his hand. She was acting so affectionate, but James was too distraught to be confused by his wife's behavior. "I got called into Jean's office this morning," James said, "Apparently there were some improprieties. That was

Christine said, "Jean's your supervisor, right?" She kept stroking her husband's

of it is I'm fired,"

Christine said. Her angry reaction to his treatment was already making him

bunch of stuff. Everything that's happened since the camping trip, basically. Missing so much work and then coming back and being, well, I guess