Home for Christmas

It was a year and a half since I took this train to the big city to study and join the priesthood. It was a culture shock for me leaving a small village and my family. I remember the day I left.  My 8½ year old sister was crying and confused as to why I was leaving her.  When I came to the city, I was suddenly invisible. I was like a small ant amongst a million others. I had no friends and no family to support me. It is hard to put into words what loneliness is. However I knew I needed to do this. I needed to study and be a priest. I wanted to help the many Catholics in the world and make it a better place to live in.

After a few months, I settled in and quickly made other friends. I also had a job taking care of the children’s choir. I knew my sister would love this. Indeed, I loved it as children were our future and they should be protected. The loneliness and sadness disappeared and I was proud that I was succeeding on my own. People said that I had a bright future. The bishop even told me that I was a gift from God. I would make a difference in the world.

The one thing I suffered with was something called tinnitus. This is where I had a ringing sound in my ears. I do not know how it came. Maybe it was the loud traffic or when I listened to high music. I never complained about it, as we all have our problems to deal with.

Time flies by and I was not home for 18 months. So you can understand how happy my parents were when I told her that I would be coming home for Christmas. On the train home, I was excited as I would be seeing my family. My parents were kind, and humble and religious. They were strict but believed that life on earth was to prepare for heaven. I had a great childhood. I was protected and cared for. The train could not go fast enough. I was looking forward to seeing my parents, and especially my sister. I smiled as I remembered her. She was a princess and so sweet. She talked a lot and loved her dolls. She loved long princess dresses. She had so much life in her. I expected her to be the same, as she was only ten now. Here name was Clara.

I knocked at the door of my house. Everything looked the same. Mom answered the door and was so delighted to see me. I put my small suitcase in my room and went down to the family room and sat down and drank some tea my mom made. I asked where Clara was and Dad said she was working.

Working?

I shrugged my shoulders as my mom said it’s so good I was home for Christmas. Last Christmas was so hard. Dad agreed and told me never to forget my family. 

While I was listening, I noticed a loud tick toc sound. I looked around and noticed a very old Grandfather clock.  The ticking was annoying. Mom said that they got that clock at an old store and it is a treasure. She asked if I liked the ticking sound as it was very soothing for them to listen to. For once I was happy I had tinnitus.

Still despite the grandfather clock, everything looked the same as I looked around. Despite the pictures which made me quite uncomfortable. The first picture I seen was of my sister that was topless. She was smiling and did not mind the picture being taken, but it still looked inappropriate. The second picture of her I seen was her totally naked. It was in black and white. I suppose it was some sort of art photo. I was a bit shocked that my parents supported it and it hanging in their house. At the same time, Clara was like an innocent angel, and this picture showed it.

A strange man came down the stairs. He was buttoning his shirt and it looked like he just put on his clothes. He told dad that he would be back in a few weeks’ time. Dad smiled and he said it will be the same price. I wish someone would tell me what was going on. Clara came down the stairs in a nightdress. She was delighted to see me and gave me a big hug and kiss…. on the mouth. I was silent, again in shock. I told her I was delighted to see her. She was still my favourite sister.

She asked mom to brush her hair, as it got messy.

Then she sat on dads lap. He put a blanket over them and things went quiet, except for me updating my family what it was like studying to be a priest. I could hear the ticking of the clock and wanted to throw it out the window. How did the others not think it was annoying, as they did not have tinnitus?

Clara was acting strange on dads lap. She was leaning back more and more and at times closing her eyes and breathing hard. I couldn’t see what was happening under the blanket and I never considered something bad could be happening, until I heard Clara whisper that “it feels nice”. I could see some movement I the blanket, but refused to even imagine something sexual was happening between a dad and his daughter. This could never happen in my family.

It was very hard to sleep that night as the ticking of that clock ran through the whole house. I was also thinking about my sister’s naked picture, the man coming down stairs and what happened below the blanket. What was going on? I tried to concentrate on my tinnitus and feel asleep.

The next day went quite as normal. It was now 3 days until Christmas and the family were busy hiding and wrapping presents and decorating the house.

In the afternoon, the doorbell rang. It was an old man and he said he had an appointment with Clara. The first thing that came to my head was that Clara was a child whore. However dad told me it was fine; he would take care of it. He let the man in and they talked a bit. I calmed down and thought he was just a tutor. It did not explain that Clara was dressed in her bathrobe, which was open so that I could see one of her nipples.

An hour later, they both came down the stairs. The man went and Clara asked my mom to brush her hair.

At dinner, we ate and we were very quiet, considering I did not see my family for 1½ years. The only thing we could hear was thee ticking of the grandfather clock. Then Clara starts laughing. She said that she hoped Christmas dinner would be like thanksgiving. I politely asked what happened. I thought it must be the food or guests, but what my 10 year old sister answered nearly made me choke. She talked how funny it was to lay on the table naked with food all over her, while people ate off of her. Dad told her not to talk about it now as I was not ready yet. What was I not ready for? The rest of the dinner was silent, except for the ticking of the clock.

Later, we were sitting down watching TV, My tinnitus was quite bad at the time but at least I could not hear the ticking.  Dad said we had to speak but then Clara came in and sat on my lap. She was only wearing panties. I had her flat chests just before my eyes.

I was chatting with Clara using small talk, asking if she still liked dolls and which Disney film did she like the best. She was talkative but became more and more silent. I leaned back on my chair so her chest was not just before me. She moved up on me so she was right over my dick. I grunted a bit but did not make a scene. Clara smiled and started moving back and forth grinding against my dick. It responded by growing and becoming as hard as it ever was. Nothing was said except the ticking of the clock and our hard breathing. I was wearing tracksuit bottoms and she was wearing panties. My dick could feel the outline of her pussy as she went back and forth. I know the head of my dick was in her pussy, and this was just separated by some cloth. I was red in my face as I looked at my dad and mum, they could see this obscene show and dad had his hand down his pants. Mom had a blanket on her, but her hand was below it.

Tick tick toc

Clara was being more aggressive as she moved back and forth on me, and I was becoming more and more ready to cum. I tried pushing her off me, but it was too late. I cummed and she had an orgasm too. A few seconds later, my mom started crying in ecstasy.

She asked mom to brush her hair, as it got messy.

I felt so bad. It was a huge sin that I just let my sister do that on my lap. I did not even want to put words to it.

Incest.

I went up to my room and took a shower and after went on my knees asking for forgiveness, and let me understand what was happening to my family. It was no longer a question of if it was true. I knew the truth. My family was using Clara as a sex object even to the extent of whoring her out. She was a willing victim. Was my family possessed by a demon or something? I could not sleep and just lay in my bed.

I heard the ticking of the clock and suddenly thought it could be the clock. I would make sure the next day.

Clara came in my room. She should have been long asleep by now. She was naked, which did not surprise me at all. She crawled into my bed telling me how fun it was to ride me the way she done earlier. She told me she was waiting to I came home, as she really wanted to be with me. She went as far to say that she needed to fuck me. Her hand reached down and she held my dick.

I shouted that she was only 10 and I pushed her out of bed. I told her that she needed help and until then she should pray.  She pouted as she left the room.

I felt like I was in the twilight zone and prayed some more.

I got up to go to the toilet. As I passed my parents room, I could see the door was open. Clara was sitting on dad, moving up and down, while my mom was leaning over and was obviously kissing her daughter. It was no longer something in my imagination. I could see my dad was fucking his own daughter.

After going to the toilet, I went to bed. I should have stopped my parents from doing … doing that to his own daughter.

The next morning, I woke up early and looked at the grandfather clock. I wrote down its information such as who made it and the year. It was time to look on the internet to see if I could be wiser. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. I was giving up help but after 3 hours I found it. It was mentioned in a homepage dedicated to things you would not think even exists.

“This clock was made by a bitter clockmaker 200 years ago. He was secretly in love with his daughter when she was a child. He could not do anything with her because it was of course publically a crime and a huge sin to have a sexual relationship with your own daughter. The secret paedophile clockmaker raped many children, to try and to satisfy his lusts. He suffered from depressions and was often locked in a mental institution.

When his daughter got married, he was worried her new husband would experience the same. This fear became worse when the couple gave birth to a daughter.  The clock maker spent 7 years making this clock. He gave it to his daughter. His daughter wrote a book when she was older about incest with her dad and mom and how she was even willing to have sex with them. The book was never published

Some say this grandfather clock is a myth. The ticking of the clock washes a brain clean of all inhabitations and moral barriers. Those that hears it will be in a way brainwashed in believing that having sex is great, no matter if it is your family or not and no matter what age people are.

You nearly have to be deaf not to be under this grandfather’s influence. This can be a myth as the grandfather clock was never found, but if you do find it, make sure you destroy it!”

I must have read the piece a hundred times. I never thought that brain control or brainwashing could be true, but the fact that my ten year old sister was now a slut and her parents were nothing more than pimps. I was saved because of my tinnitus. The grandfather clock had no control over me.

My sister was just going around in panties and Dad was most likely trying to pimp her out to some old pedo.

I could tell my parents what I read on the internet, but I knew this would not help. Their minds were now changed and they saw no harm in what they were doing. They were most likely very happy. Who would not be happy in a world where there was no morality and no one was being hurt.

I was not cursed by this clock. I knew what was right and what was wrong. I wanted to be a priest and save the world from sin, and incest and molesting a child were sins, that would doom a person’s soul. I only had once choice. I had to destroy the clock. I had to hammer it to pieces. This could save my family and if not would save future families from falling into the depravation my family were now in.

I got an axe and went to the clock. The clock was ticking but I smiled and said that I was immune to it. I had tinnitus and God on my side. I raised the axe and was about to swing it when I saw Clara on the sofa.

She was lying down and watching some cartoons. She was only wearing panties and I could see they opened a bit so I could see her pussy. I do not know what came over me. It could be the the shocks I had in the last few days, or the seduction over the last few days, or maybe I always had a hidden part of me that I loved small pussies. Whatever the reason the axe fell to the floor and I walked over to Clara.

I gave her a kiss on the mouth and she responded. While I was kissing her, my hands explored her preteen body. It was so soft, it felt so divine. She whispered that this was the best Christmas present she could get and while my hand was caressing her pussy lips, and then I was licking in the forbidden place, she knelt down and put my cock in her mouth. She was a great cocksucker and it took a lot in me not just to cum in her mouth. Her pussy juices that I was slurping up tasted like they were the food for life.

I sat on the sofa and she raised herself up so she could lower herself on my cock. I felt it slowly going in as her eyes was closed and a smile was on her face. She was now riding my cock and nothing ever felt like this. We soon started fucking like savage animals. It was not just lust and it was not the clocks influence. When I felt my sperm invading her body, I knew it was love. She didn’t move off of me after I was done. She stayed there and cried. She didn’t like I had to go back to the city to study again.

Mom was standing there as she seen us. She thought we were so cute.

Clara asked mom to brush her hair, as it got messy.

I didn’t go back to the city. I stayed home and started my own cult. A Christian cult that believed that sin was a man-made invention to keep humans subdued. Our religion believed in freedom. Clara was my wife in this growing cult.

As for the grandfather clock, it had a central place at our church