Thread: The War Zone [Assficianado & YellowSmoke]

As exhausted as he was, Tom couldnt fall asleep. Youve made a promise to her, Tomhow are you going to keep it? He had talked to the doctors, had got them to tell him the truththeir mother wasnt coming homeever. She was brain dead, and the only reason she was still alive was that they were waiting for Ray to sign the papers so that her organs might be donated to those in need. Tom knew, but he didnt want to tell Lara until their father actually signed. I shouldnt have to tell her. Dad should have told her alreadybut like everything else lately, hes leaving it to others...Damn it! Why do I have to be the one? Tom considered making Ray tell her, but then he imagined his father, drunk as a skunk, trying to tell his sister that their mother was but a shell to be harvested before burial. Damn. I guess that its better if I do it, butgoddamnit! Tom wasnt sure when he would tell her, but he knew it had to be soon. It wasnt fair for Lara to be kept in the dark, and even though he was sure she wouldnt want to sit at their mothers bedside, he wanted her to have that option if she chose to do it. He hadnt been able to predict his own actions lately, much less those of others, so he knew he had to tell her soonjust in case. His brain was a swirl of thoughts, but they soon blended into one homogeneous mass, such was his fatigue. He was literally too tired to think, but he was able to hear Laras slow, steady breathing and know that she was asleep. He couldnt think clearly, but he knew that he could relax his guard. Instead of biting his lip, Tom began to suck gently on the area that he had bit through, and instead of thinking, he allowed himself to feel. He could feel Laras heart beating, slowly and steadily, beneath his handthe hand she held between her small breasts. He could feel those, too, and he slowly moved their hands until he was cupping her right breast. Tom could feel her silken hair in his face, and as he sucked on his sore lip, he could feel strands in his mouth. He could feel one of her feet, he guessed it was her right, lying on his right calf, but from their necks down to their lower legs, they were as one. Toms body curved around his sisters like he had been shaped especially to fit herand he had. She was his twin, and he felt that she was born to complete him. He had never felt that she needed him to be completein his eyes, she was almost perfectand if she was his, she would be perfect. He wanted nothing more than what Lara wasbut she would have to offer herself to him, and that was just another of his many fantasies of her. He could feel his cock stirring, and within a minute of his being aware that she was asleep, Toms cock was sticking straight uprock hard and pressed firmly against her panty clad ass. His hand on her breast, Tom pulled her body a little closer to his. Softly, almost imperceptibly, Tom rubbed his cock against his sisters bottom, but as wonderful as it felt, Hypnos soon claimed him for another night. It was a little after six when Ray opened his eyes. He laid motionless for a few minutes as he judged what the damages wereand as the minutes ticked by and he began to move about, a few things became apparent. His head wasnt throbbing, so he must have passed out early. He didnt hurt in any particular area, so he hadnt fallen down. Finally, he was in his own bed, so he must have managed to get off the couch. But then he remembered Tom helping him upleading him down the hall pulling the covers over him after getting him into his bed. And with the memory came the hot tears of shame which he seemed to cry every morning. Raising his hands to his eyes, Ray rubbed them until they were dry still bloodshot redbut dry. Pulling himself up until he was leaning against the headboard, Ray wondered how he had come to this. He had always been a strong man, or he had always t hought of himself as strong, but the last month had completely devastated him. Losing his mother had been terribly difficult. He had been very close to her, and her death, so unexpected, was terribebut he had coped. He told himself that children buried their parentsbut then Devin diedand parents werent supposed to bury their children. He had almost fallen to pieces, but he was able to stay if not strong, then strong enough for Alice. Even then, Lara and Tom were getting short shrift, but Ray knew his son, and he knew that Tom would take care of his sister while he and Alice grieved for their infant son. And it almost worked. Almost. Just when it seemed as if he was starting to feel some firm ground beneath his feet, just when he thought that he might work his way through the pain, just as he felt that his life, the life he had known with Alice and Lara and Tom, would go on, just as he began to feel hope againhis Alice was struck down. He had thought he was strong, but what little strength he actually had was completely stripped from him in that moment and in that moment, he broke. He knew he was supposed to be strong for his childrenhe knew itbut he couldnt do it. It was too easy to quit, especially as he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Tom was stronger than he was. He also knew that Tom loved Lara far more than was normal or even natural, but that just made it easier for him to abrogate his role as the man of the house. Ray wasnt sure what would become of him, but at the moment he didnt care. That was his problem. He didnt care. He didnt even feel much anymoreeven grief. He was justnumband he kept that way with whiskey. Except for the mornings. In the morning everything came back. His grief, his shame, his sense of helplessness, even his libidobut it was all mixed up. Some of his feelings were heightened while others were greatly muted, but they were all there when he ran into Lara in the kitchen. He had showered and dressed shortly after waking, and for the first time in days, mainly because of his son actually putting him into his own bed instead of letting him sleep on the couch, he felt almost human. Wandering down to the kitchen, he brewed a pot of coffee and had drunk half a cup when he remembered he had a bottle of Kahlua in the cabinet. Ray looked up and smiled when Lara walked into the kitchen. Shes so prettyso looks so much likelike Alice. Good morning, honey. Shes a little smaller than Aliceher breasts arent as bigbut she looks just like her. Had Lara looked around, she would have seen the half full coffee pot had she looked into his coffee cup, she would have seen nothing but black liquid and had she had reason to dig through the trash, she would have found the brown bottle of Kahlua, now empty, mixed in amongst the rubbish. Ray stood, still steady on his feet, and walked over to his daughter. Its a beautiful morning, Lara. Walk with me. Taking her hand in his, Ray gently pulled her toward the back doorthe door that led down to the lake and, about 200 yards down, their boathouseguest bedroom.