-So Gerald fucks and impregnates his daughter unknowingly.

[loquere]

Gerald Dixon a recently divorced 42 year old mechanical engineer, moves into a new neighborhood.

Unknowingly Gerald ends up moving nextdoor to Carol and Andrew Webb, a former sorority girl and frat guy Gerald went to college with. The dislike Gerald had for Carol back in the day reemerges, when she starts disseminating old nude pictures around the neighborhood of Gerald, from a sorority prank that had hunted Gerald in college. Carol does it even though her husband Andrew, tells her not to.

-The pictures and Carols bullying of Gerald backfires, when Nicole Carols 21 year old daughter begins to pursue Gerald, to at first get back at her mother.

-Gerald sends Nicole away at first, until they bond over the hatred of Nicole's mother.

-After the first few skilled sessions with Gerald. Nicole falls in love with Gerald.

-Carol finds out about the relationship and nearly passes out.

-The thing no one other than Carol knows, is that she got the nude pic of Gerald by getting him near pass out drunk. But by then she was drunk too and voide of inhibitions. Carol and Gerald had unprotected sex, Carol deeply regretted the morning after. This sex resulted in a daughter Carol passed off as Andrew's her boyfriend at the time. Gerald didn't remember a thing about the night, other than the infamous picture.

-So Gerald fucks and impregnates his daughter unknowingly.

 

[LadyVer]

You writing this story, or is this wishful thinking?

 

[loquere]

You writing this story, or is this wishful thinking?

NO, you write it. I came up with it in a tired haze. I'm not going against my write no more policy. I have no time for this shit anymore.

 

[LadyVer]

NO, you write it. I came up with it in a tired haze. I'm not going against my write no more policy. I have no time for this shit anymore.

There is no way I would write this kind of story, and you know it. I figured you were thinking of writing it.

 

[loquere]

There is no way I would write this kind of story, and you know it. I figured you were thinking of writing it.

No. Throw in a billionaire a few bullets or a spaceship.

 

[LadyVer]

No. Throw in a billionaire a few bullets or a spaceship.

Her mistake was thinking that she could tell him she was leaving him. He was a billionaire, but he did what some men do, regardless of class or politics. After he pried her fingers off the doorframe that she had been holding on to with all her strength, he threw her on their bed. Her attempt to crawl off the bed and run was too little, too late. Despite her pleas, despite her no’s, despite their two children being in the house, despite everything, he unhesitatingly, unflinchingly, and silently did what he set out to do. He was eight inches taller and seventy pounds heavier. She guessed he wanted her to leave with something to remember him by. Who knows with men.

While he raped her, she had her second out of body experience. As she floated near the ceiling, she wondered how it had all come to this. Maybe he had finally realized how unearthly she was. When he was done, he left the room to attend to other things, more important things, she guessed. She was still on the bed in the same position. She thought about getting up and showering but sensed it wouldn’t wash away what really needed to be cleansed. Her soul.

Two days later, after leaving the kids with her sister, she borrowed a gun from an unearthly neighbor. After blowing a hole into all four tires of her husband’s BMW, the last two shots were fired into the bull’s-eye of the target her dear one kept in the back 40 when he was in the mood for showing off his prowess with guns. Her neighbor spoke of support groups for the unearthly and implied that they provided sexual servicing for the used and abused in special vehicles only the unearthly could see. She wanted to ask exactly what sexual services were on the menu but was too afraid to ask. Her neighbor asked if she’d ever floated above her body. Apparently, those who had were thought of as cherished, not broken, and the males of the group outbid each other hoping to win the service contract. She had a lot to think about.

The end.

PS All three.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Sounds like a lot of moving parts to me if we're being honest.

I know fiction is filled with stuff that happens for no reason and we accept it but he moves next to people who hate him by accident. The Wife, who knows she had his daughter and instead of telling she seeks to humiliate him. He retaliates by fucking a girl (young enough to be) his daughter?

What happened between these two? The adults I mean. They apparently hated each other since the beginning but I don't see a lot of people who drunk doing things the really don't want. Things they regret later? Of course. Things they would never have done sober? Of course. But this sounds like two people who got along well enough to sit around drinking together and stumble into bed together despite the woman being close enough to a relationship that she could plausibly pass off the child as someone elses. Which raises the question how does nobody know? Either the Hubby should suspect because they weren't having unprotected sex at the time or the wife should at worst highly suspect. And I'm assuming youre talking about two guys who are similar enough that nobody suspects.

I do like the story idea quite a bit. I won't be writing it because I don't have the first clue how I would compress it. When I'm not taking every single short cut in the known universe and then inventing a few more I tend to get extremely long winded and detailed. I think in a former life I may be responsible for parts of the Bible. And not the fun parts. I'm the guy who wrote down every family member, marriage and professions of everybody. I told you how many cubits were in an Ark.

I would suggest trying to figure what the guts of the story are and trim out whatever moving parts aren't completely necessary