Uncle Jared’s Family Bonding

I hadn’t seen my brother Eddie in years. But that’s what happens when you’re a city businessman and your brother lives out in the sticks. Eddie had inherited our parent’s farmland, no love lost there, it was a money pit, more land than farm, but Eddie had always liked the quiet life. He and his wife had settled down with some kids and boom, they were out of sight, out of mind. But when I got the call that Pricilla had passed, I knew it was time to reconnect.

A flight led to a tax, and a taxi led to a bus stop, and then I was out in the middle of nowhere, nothing but forests and fields for miles. It was pretty, in a dull sort of way. Eddie met me at the bus stop. The ride back was quiet, and it was dusk by the time we rode up the drive.

“Your old rooms made up for ya,” Eddie said

I nodded and headed down the hall, passed two quiet rooms that must be his kid’s. Shit, they ought to be teens by now.

It rained the day of the funeral, and the turn out was dismal. six or seven far-off neighbors showed up. I made small talk and helped myself to the food. Eddie’s daughter, my niece, finally emerged from her room. She was a pretty thing, dressed in a pair of short shorts and a tank, dark red hair, and dark eyes with full lips. She moved about, saying little but helping where she could.

“Ella!” Eddie barked. “Set up the dessert platters!” She jumped slightly and got straight to it. Well-behaved for teenagers I thought to myself. Cody, the son had been talking with guests. he was less fine than his sister but seemed a hard worker, a typical farm boy. It was hard to believe this was my only living family. I felt far removed in my city suit and polished shoes.

As guests left Ella began to subduedly clean dishes and to my surprise Eddie and Cody plopped down on the couch. “Take a seat, Jared, don’t you mind Ella there. She’s full of southern hospitality.” I shrugged, not arguing with a man who just lost his wife on how to run his home and took a seat. We watched football for the remainder of the evening as Ella cleaned. I caught myself taking a few glances as her ass cheeks as she worked, her long legs accentuated but her frayed shorts. I didn’t feel too bad though, I barely knew this girl, she didn’t mean much to me as a niece past her title.



As the game finished and the TV clicked off I yawned to retire early. My flight was tomorrow and I had made my appearance, it was time to leave this quiet boring hovel. I lay in bed almost asleep when I heard the noise. It was the unmistakable noise of a creaky bed and a box spring mattress. Did Codie have a girl over? Eddie? I crept out and to my surprise heard the noise coming from Ella’s room. I turned around and went into Eddie’s room to alert him his daughter was fooling around under his roof. But when I entered his room—Eddie wasn’t there.

Shit. Well, I had to do something. I opened Ella’s door and if I had thought I had been surprised before, I was baffled by what I saw taking place in the room. The light was dim, and Ella lay splayed on the bed, hands grasping firmly to the sheets, a hand pressed down on her mouth, her grunts stifled as a man twice her size fucked her, gruff jerks in between her open legs. It took me three thrusts to wrap my head around the fact that it was Eddie, and it took Eddie four thrusts to realize I was standing in the doorway, mouth ajar.

He climbed off her quickly and ran a hand through his hair, a man caught and without words.

“Jared…What the fuck are you doing in here?”

I ignored the question as it was absurd and looked passed him to Ella who lay eyed closed on the bed, legs barred shut.