Big Girls Don’t Cry(Incest Sex):>2

Book:TABOO TALES(erotica) Published:2024-10-27

This became my routine now, leave the house early, early, see Lena in school and avoid her, go back as late as I could, do my homework and go to bed. I think the family got used to not having me at dinner; mum would knock and call me, but I never answered, so she probably assumed I was asleep, and sometimes Lena would knock too, calling out to me. Dad would come and knock for me too, I pointedly ignored all of them; I had nothing more to do with them, and I was rapidly losing contact with them. I’d find some dinner on a tray outside my room in the morning, and I’d step over it, or take it down and leave it on the counter, take some fruit and go to school. Weekends, I’d leave early in the morning, go to the cricket nets at Bower Ashton and work on my batting form; then stay there ’til it got too dark to see the ball, and I got too tired to swing that 2 12 lb bat any more, and then go home, let myself in, go to bed, and sleep like a stone.
I hardly ever felt hungry, either, but I did get tired more easily, I slept like a stone most of the evening and all night, and I had a lot of really bad headaches. This went on for weeks; I was in no mood or suitable frame of mind to spend time with any of my family, and other than quick glimpses of Lena at school, I never saw or spoke to any of them.
The last weeks of school-term before the summer holidays, I managed to avoid all contact with my family. I usually came in late enough that they were already engrossed in the TV, so they never heard me come in. They’d stopped calling me for dinner, or leaving me any, I never answered or ate any of it, and I’d developed the habit of moving around so quietly in my room I’m not even sure they knew I was in there. All I knew was, I’d been told they didn’t want me near them anymore, and I certainly didn’t want to see any of them again. I had no more homework, my GCSE examinations were all over, and where I’d once planned on going into the 6th Form to study for my A-Level examinations, I thought that would be pointless now.
All I wanted to do was get out, find a job somewhere a long way away, and never come back; I had to, I wasn’t wanted or needed here anymore. I gradually convinced myself that I was no longer a part of this family. They didn’t need or want me, and I’d hurt everyone too much to go back to them. I stopped needing to eat, food just made me sick anyway, and a piece of fruit in the morning gave me all the energy I needed without making me feel sick or throw up. The one thought in my mind was that I had to get out. I had some savings; they’d do until find somewhere I could fit in. I
t would be true to say that at this point, what dad had said to me had taken over my mind and I wasn’t even remotely rational anymore; the idea that I wasn’t wanted, that I wasn’t part of them anymore had completely taken me over, and the only real thought in my head at any given moment was that I was supposed to leave, soon.
Dad had other ideas however.
I slipped into my room one night to find him sitting on my bed, and mum standing there, waiting for me; I flicked on the light and there they were. Mum came over to me, and tried to hug me, but I stepped back; suddenly I didn’t want anyone touching me, and especially not her; the last thing I remembered clearly about her was the expression on her face as she glared at me. She stepped in closer, and hugged me anyway, and it felt… wrong, unpleasant, and I twisted out of her grasp.
“Don’t do that again, don’t… touch me!” I asked her, not really seeing the shocked, hurt expression on her face, in her eyes; I was busy shuddering as my skin crawled from the contact.
“Darryl what have you done? You’re all bones! Oh my God, you’ve lost so much weight…!” There it was, more criticism, one more reason to leave.
“Baby, we haven’t seen or heard from you for weeks; you don’t talk to us, you don’t eat anything here, you don’t eat lunch in school, you don’t spend any time with us, we don’t know where you are, or what’s wrong! Sweetheart, we’re all so worried about you! Why are you doing this to yourself?”
I looked at her with almost complete disinterest in what she was saying.”
“I’m doing what you wanted, I’m leaving. I’ll try and find a job somewhere, find my own place, and stay away from all of you, that’s what you both wanted.”
Now dad had a question.
“Son, why do you think you need to leave?” and I knew the answer to that one right away.
“Because I screwed-up so big I can never fix it. Lena will never be my little sister again, and she’ll never need me again. So I should go; no-one wants me here, you told me that; I have no reason to be in this family, and no need to be here; maybe I can fit-in somewhere else.”
Pretty pathetic, huh?
Dad sagged, looking old and defeated. “Darryl, I’m so sorry, I never realised what we were doing to you. Your mum and I were mad at you, yes, but that was then, and we never wanted you out of our family, you’re our son! We want you here, we want you to go back to school in September, take your exams, and be what you want. Come and have dinner with us, we waited for you…”
I demurred. “I had some fruit earlier today, I’m fine!” but dad wouldn’t have it.
“Darryl, you’re starving to death, look at you, you have to eat something besides a piece of fruit now and then!”
Mum spoke up again.
“Baby, how much weight have you lost?” and I grinned at her.
“Couple of pounds, nothing I couldn’t afford to lose, besides, what’s it got to do with you?”
Mum was shaking her head.
“Baby, you’ve lost more than that; look in the mirror, that rugby shirt is supposed to be form-fitting; it’s hanging on you like a sack!”
I got mad then.
“If you people just came in here to criticise, you can leave, I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to eat with you, and I feel just fine! Now could you please just go!”
The truth was, I didn’t want to sit around a table with them; I felt fine, but I’d become isolated and insular, and I felt that I now had no connection to these people anymore; I’d done something bad enough to permanently exclude me from their family, and they’d told me to go, so I had no way back in; or so I believed; remember, whatever was going on in my head now, it was mostly irrational, built around an angry outburst from my father, and my reasoning, if you could call it that, made perfect sense to me. Sometimes the mind selects and fixates on the strangest, most trivial reasons for going off the rails, and I’d derailed so completely I wasn’t even aware of my own altered perception of reality
Dad wasn’t letting go of it.
“I know Lena misses you desperately, she wants to see you; she’d tell us she saw you at school, but you always gave her the slip, and we never knew where you were. Your little sister spends her evenings crying for you, she’s worried sick about you, son. We’d check your room, and you weren’t there, your mother and I came to the school time and again, but we never found you, you’d always disappeared; you don’t talk to anyone anymore, you don’t tell anyone where you are, and your friends say you haven’t spoken to them in weeks. Your teachers asked us to help you, they’re just as concerned with what you’re doing to yourself, they know you need help, let us help you, please!”
I tried to get across to him what I was feeling.
“Dad, I don’t need any help, I’m fine, and if Lena wanted to see me, she’d be here. I feel fine, there’s nothing wrong with me, why can’t you understand, I can’t be here anymore? I have to leave, I want you to leave, and I definitely don’t want to see Lena again, not after last time! ”
And then, behind me, came the voice I’d been dreading the most.
“But I want to see you, Darryl, please, please talk to me…”
I turned around slowly, and there was my little sister, crying. Great, I’d made her cry again.
“Go away Lena, I’m not supposed to talk to you! Didn’t you hear me? Just leave me alone!” I grated, angry that she was here, and angry with myself for setting all this in motion, because of her.
She came into my room and suddenly hugged me, and gasped.
“Darryl, why are you so thin, what happened to you? God, there’s nothing left of you!”
I tried to push her away, and I couldn’t; an 80lb girl and I couldn’t move her, I had no strength at all; I might as well have tried to push a bus uphill.
Then I realised something; the feel of her hugging me was… pleasant, like someone had flicked a switch in my brain. Suddenly I felt… something, a connection to her I thought I’d severed for good.
Automatically, my arms came up and held her, the feel of my sister against me warm, and loving, and concerned; my little sister still needed me, I hadn’t lost her yet!
Lena slid her hands over my back, and pulled back to look at me, shock, horror and overwhelming concern in her eyes.