Obscurum Intus: Patient Zero (c)
Part 4 "The Need"
By Fiction Writer #13
(paranormal, M/F, F/f, incest, mother, father, daughter, teen, re-
luct, noncon, mast)

Doris put her book down on the bedside table and switched off the 
lamp.

'Looks like he won't be coming up early tonight,' she sighed while 
pulling the comforter up to her neck. 'Don't know why I thought he 
might.'

Tears threatened to break out of the corners of her eyes, but she 
choked them back.  She wasn't going to cry herself to sleep tonight.  
She'd done that too many times.  'Never again' she'd promised her-
self, 'Never again'.  But try as hard as she might, the pillow case 
would inevitably grow damp, and her silent sobs would eventually lull 
her into troubled dreams.

She didn't know why George didn't love her anymore.  Why he didn't 
find her attractive.  She was still the same woman he'd fawned over 
not so long ago, the same woman he would race home to make love 
to at the end of each day.  But something had changed between 
them, and she just couldn't figure out what it was.

It started shortly after Debbie was born, and she thought that maybe 
that was his problem.  But she could see how much he loved their 
little girl, so it must have been something wrong with her.  Had she 
put on too much weight?  Did witnessing the moment of Deb's birth 
put him off?  Why?  Why had he changed so much?  What was go-
ing on in his head?

She'd begged him not to take on all that extra work.  She could see 
that the overtime was killing him.  But he wouldn't listen.  He insisted 
that they needed the extra money, but she was the one who 
balanced the check books, she knew better than that.  No... it was if 
he wanted to be away from her.  That spending his time breaking his 
back was preferable to being around her.  It tore her up inside to 
think that, but it was the only thing that made sense.  Besides, it was 
much easier to think that than believe what she didn't want to... that 
maybe he'd found someone else to spend time with.

She'd tried so hard, at first.  Tried to show him that she still loved 
him, that she still found him attractive and sexy.  She even tried to be 
sexy, though at the time she felt far from it.  But she was always 
rejected.  He was too tired, or in pain, or frazzled by the incompe-
tence he had to deal with on a day to day basis.

So she gave up trying.  It wasn't worth the extra effort on her part.  
She was already raising their daughter, keeping the house running, 
and making sure all the bills got paid.  If he didn't want her anymore, 
then she didn't care.  Only, deep down inside, she really did care.  
She was careful never to show how she felt on the outside, but that 
deep pain would reveal itself in other ways like her short temper or 
her nagging.  She justified her nagging as something that needed to 
be done.  If George would just do the things she'd ask him to do the 
first time, she wouldn't need to constantly bring them up over and 
over again.

It was no way to live together, a marriage in name only.  They should 
have just gotten a divorce, probably would have a long time ago, if it 
hadn't been for Debbie.  Stay together, for the kid's sake.  How was 
that good for a child?  To grow up in a home where their parents 
hated each other, where they never saw them kiss or hold hands, or 
say I love you to each other?  How was that good for them?  
Wouldn't they be better off living with people who were happy to be 
together?

As the rift between George and her deepened, she'd taken the op-
portunity to grow close to her daughter.  They did everything together 
while she was growing up.  It was like they were best friends.  But 
then Deb turned twelve, and it was if a demon had taken possession 
of her.  Deb no longer wanted to spend any time with her, no longer 
thought it was cool to go shopping with her mom.  To make matters 
worse Deb had learned that her father would let her get away with 
murder.  She'd switched allegiances, gone over to the enemy camp, 
and it broke her heart.  She never felt more alone in all her life.

A noise from downstairs stirred her out of her troubled sleep.  
George's side of the bed was still empty.  The bastard was probably 
going to fall asleep in that damn chair again.  She hated that chair, 
even though she'd been the one who picked it out.  It was a constant 
reminder of how broken her relationship with her husband was, even 
when he wasn't sitting in it.  He preferred that damn chair to her, 
chose to spend his entire time home in it rather than with her, slept 
on it rather than joining her in bed.  That chair, in a sense, was the 
'other' woman, the home wrecker.

More noise echoed up through the floor.  Grunts and groans, the 
sounds of passion and sex.  She knew those sounds well, but hadn't 
made any of her own in quite some time.

'That son of a bitch!' She shook her head and pinched her eyes 
closed, 'Watching porn in the god damn living room... again.  What if 
his daughter woke up?  What if she saw what sick shit that mother 
fucker was up too?  Does he even think about how that might affect 
her?  Does he ever think about anyone other than himself?  Does he 
even think?'

Doris rolled over and put a pillow over her head to muffle the animal 
sounds coming from below which had grown louder.

'I should go down there and give him a piece of my mind.'

Try as she might, she couldn't block out the noise completely, and it 
was driving her mad.

'Why porn?  Doesn't he know that I'm up here?  Doesn't he know he 
could come and fuck me when he's horny?  Does he hate me that 
much?  Am I so unattractive that he can't bring himself to have sex 
with me?  Are those whores better looking than me?  Is that what he 
wants?  A whore?  A whore with big fake tits and bleach blonde hair?  
I bet that's what he wants, that's what all men want... fucking pigs.'

The whore on the living room television squealed out her overacted 
orgasm, quickly followed by the male's own growl of expenditure.  
The home once again fell into stark silence save for the howling 
winds outside.  The storm outside was nothing compared to the bliz-
zard of anger raging in Doris' mind however.

'Fucker.  God damn mother fucker.  He might as well be cheating on 
me if he chooses to jerk off rather than fuck me.  I have needs too.  
Needs that he should want to take care of, but no, he chooses to... 
to... to pull on that little dick of his like he's some teen boy who can't 
control himself.  Fucking faggot prick.'

Despite her rage, her mind slipped back and forth between dreaming 
and dull wakefulness.  Time ticked by in forty minute chunks of lost 
thought, her eyes recording the passage with each glance at the 
alarm clock.  It was nearly five in the morning when she finally felt the 
bed sink down on George's side.  He moved until he was spooning 
her back, something he hadn't done in many years.  She could feel 
his body heat coming through her pajama's, it was like he was on fire, 
and she didn't want him there.

"Move over," she grumbled.

He ignored her; instead he draped his arm over her waist.

"Get off of me.  Go to your side."

Again he ignored her.

"Uhg... You're too hot." She grabbed his arm and flung it off her 
body. "Move over."

His arm returned almost instantly, this time his hand wormed its way 
under the waistband of her pajamas and began to seek out the top of 
her panties.

"What do you think you're doing?  Get off me.  Go away."

"I'm not going anywhere." His voice sounded deeper than usual as 
he spoke directly into her ear.

"Knock it off, George.  I heard what you were doing downstairs and 
I'm royally pissed off at you right now, so get the fuck off me."

He chuckled lightly but his hand stopped trying to find a way into her 
underwear, "You heard me?"

"Yes, I heard you."

"Tell me, Doris, tell me what you heard me doing downstairs."

"You were watching porn again is what you were doing, you prick."

George really laughed. "Is that what I was doing?"

"You know what you were doing, so don't even try to lie about it."

"Oh, I'd never lie to you, my love." His hand found its way beneath 
the satin and into her thick patch of pubic hair. "But I most certainly 
was not watching porn on the television."

"Liar." Doris hissed as his finger delved into her slit.  She didn't want 
him to touch her, but she couldn't resist.  It had been so long since 
his finger had touched her down there, and she'd missed it.

"I'm not lying.  I was... I was becoming something more."

"What's that... mmm... what's that supposed to mean?"

His finger found her clit and began circling, causing her to shudder 
and gasp.

"Oh... I'm sure you'll understand." He kissed the back of her neck. 
"Soon enough, you'll understand everything."

His finger felt so good that she gave up trying to fight with him.  Her 
thighs parted slightly to allow him better access.  She could feel her-
self slicken moisten between her legs as her nipples ached to be 
touched.  She could feel him, feel his hardness as he pressed 
against her back.  He ground himself against her rear, rubbing his 
cock up and down the crevice of her backside.

His hand left the confinement of her pajama bottoms and she 
mourned until she felt him tugging the waist band down over her hips.  
Her panties came down with the pants, snagging briefly between her 
legs until his insistent yanking pulled them free.  He didn't pull them 
completely off, he left them around her knees, restricting her move-
ment.

Now she could feel that he was nude already.  The heat coming from 
him burned against her cold bare bottom.  His hard cock slid this way 
and that until it nestled in the space between her thighs and he 
pushed forward until its length ran along her wet slit.  She moaned 
deeply as his prick head bumped against her clit.

His rough hands tore at her bed shirt, the buttons easily yielding their 
tenuous hold.  Cold air rushed against her exposed breasts, but only 
until his hands took hold and gently squeezed.  The heat of him, she 
couldn't stop thinking of just how hot he was, the way his flesh 
burned against her, seared her like sunburn.

He humped against her, his prick teasing her sex as his hands 
mauled her sensitive breasts in a delicate balance between pleasure 
and pain.  She arched her back, angling her hips, directing her open-
ing to a better position to accept him into her yearning body.  She 
needed him, needed him inside, needed to feel every nerve in her 
pussy awaken at the friction of him driving into her.

Everyone has needs, Doris...

His hands left her breasts as his lips began kissing her neck, send-
ing ripples of pleasure up and down her spine.  She felt a hand 
squeeze its way between them, felt his cock move into her sex, and 
she drove herself onto him.  He sunk deeply into her, filling her in a 
way that she'd nearly forgotten.  God how she'd missed this, missed 
him, missed his cock.

Some of us need more than others...

The hand that had guided his prick to its target was trapped between 
their bodies.  For a moment, Doris thought it didn't feel quite right.  It 
was too small to be his hand, too soft as well.  Before she could 
question it further the hand pulled free and George took over.  He 
pulled out nearly all the way before plunging forcefully back in.  It 
drove the air out of her lungs, and she gasped to catch her breath 
before he repeated the motion.

But what is it that you truly need?  What is it that you want 
above all else?

He fucked her from behind as his mouth traveled up and down her 
neck, pausing once in a while to suckle on her earlobe, his teeth 
nipping at her flesh.  She could hear herself moaning.  It was a deep 
sound, an earthy tone, an animal sound that came from within as he 
slammed into her.  A hand slowly encircled one of her breast and 
began to caress.  Fingers found her nipple and pinched.  The or-
gasm that washed over her took her by surprise as a mournful wail 
poured from her throat.

"Uhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnmmmmm..."

Her pussy flooded with so much juice that she could hear his fucking 
become wetter.  The pace of his cock stabbing into her didn't slow 
as the lingering waves of her cum reached a plateau.  Harder and 
harder, deeper and deeper he drove on.  He was fucking her better 
than he'd ever fucked her before, and she loved every blessed min-
ute of it.

I can show you true happiness... I can give you what it is you 
really want...

His feverish body heat seemed to transfer into her.  Her insides felt 
as if they were being licked by white hot flames.  The hand on her 
breast seemed to know exactly how she liked to be touched, its ex-
pert manipulations driving her closer and closer to a second cum.  
She let go of the sheets she'd been clenching since his first ad-
vances and took hold of the hand on her chest.  He mind whirled, her 
breath left her, and her blood filled with ice.  It wasn't his hand.

"Oh my god!" she shouted. "Who's in bed with us?"

George's right arm stretched over her body and encircled her waist.  
He held her tight, preventing her from leaping out of the bed no mat-
ter how much she struggled.  She clawed at his hairy arm to no avail.  
Still he fucked her as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

"No!  Stop!" She gave up trying to get George to release her and re-
focused her efforts on the alien hand feeling her up.  No matter how 
hard she tried she couldn't keep the unknown person from touching 
her. "Let go of me!"

"Shhh..." George hissed into her ear. "Don't fight it.  This is going to 
happen, so you might as well enjoy it."

"Fuck you!" Tears ran down Doris' cheeks. "I don't want this!"

"Yes you do." George redoubled his efforts, his cock driving faster 
and faster into her sopping cunt. "This is what you've always wanted, 
and now you have it."

"Stop it, please... just stop it," she sobbed as all her strength 
seemed to be sapped away.

"Don't cry, Mommy."

'Oh god!' Doris' eyes snapped wide open. 'No.  No-no-no-no-no...'

Not their daughter!  Not Debbie!  Why?  Why was she here?  Why 
were they doing this to her?

"We're all one big happy family again."

Doris froze as her daughter's hand left her breast and traveled down 
over her trembling stomach.

"Look, I even got Daddy to leave his chair and join you in bed.  Isn't 
that nice?  I know how much you've missed him."

Deb's hand reached over her father's arm, her fingers now playing 
within Doris' nest of curly pubic hair.

"And I know how much you missed doing things with me.  I'm sorry I 
haven't been hanging out with you as much as I used to, but all that's 
going to change.  Right Daddy?"

In answer, George grunted as he fucked Doris hard from behind.  
Debbie's playful finger tips moved lower, grazing her mother's swol-
len clit.

"Debbie... please... don't..." Doris gasped at her daughter's delicate 
touch.

"We're going to have such fun together, the three of us." Deb gig-
gled like a little girl as her finger began to masturbate her mother.

Never again shall you go wanting...

Doris shuddered as tears continued to stream down her cheeks and 
soak into the pillow.  She was going to cum again, she could feel it 
rising up inside despite herself.

Never again shall you be alone...

"Mmmm... you should see what Daddy's doing to me with his other 
hand.  It feels so yummy."

That bastard.  How could he do this to her?  How could he do this to 
their daughter?  She was going to kill him.  Cut his fucking balls off 
for this.  But... that would have to happen later.  Right now, right now 
she had to... had to...

"OH GAWD!"

Debbie's fingering became a blur as Doris exploded for the second 
time.  She clawed at the corner of the mattress as her mouth hung 
open in a silent scream.  Her muscles jerked, her legs kicked, her 
toes curled.

"Doesn't Daddy's cock feel so good?  I just love it all the way up in-
side me."

Hearing her daughter speak about being fucked by George was 
more than she could handle.  Visions of his huge cock driving into 
Debbie should have sickened her, but instead it had the opposite 
effect.  Doris hadn't even got through her second orgasm when her 
third sent her heavenward.

Join me... Join us...

It was too much, too much pleasure.  Her mind left her.  She was 
nothing more than a shell, a quivering shell of bliss.  She began to 
babble.  Words spilled from her mouth without thought, a perverted 
stream of consciousness that she couldn't control.

And together we'll be as one...  For eternity...

"Oh gawd!  Yes!  Fuck me!  I'll do anything!  Anything for you!  Just 
fuck me!  Harder!  Make me your whore!  I'm nothing but a dirty 
whore!  Yours to do with as you please!  Just don't leave me!  Don't 
ever leave me!"

"We'll never leave you, mommy." Deb's fingers left Doris' cunt and 
found their way into her mother's mouth.  Doris sucked hungrily on 
them, tasting her own juices on her daughter's fingers. "You're with 
us now... with him.  And he's never going to let us go.  Isn't that 
wonderful?"

'Yes,' thought Doris.  She continued to lick her daughter's glistening 
fingers as her husband began to cum inside of her, setting off yet 
another orgasm of her own.  Doris moaned around Deb's finger as 
George shuddered behind her. 'Yes it most certainly is.'

The room fell silent save for their heavy breathing.  Doris' eyes grew 
heavy, her need satiated, her body warmed by her loving family.  
Sleep finally came to her, deep sleep.  Her pillow still soaked with 
tears as she drifted away into the darkness, but this time... they were 
tears of joy.



Concluded in Part Five "The Beginning"....


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