incest stories

The Sixth Affair

Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight
vigil by
his side. She held his fragile hand, tears running down
her face.
Her praying roused him from his slumber He looked up and
his pale lips
began to move slightly.

"Becky my darling, " he whispered.

"Hush my love, " she said. "Rest, don't
talk."

He was insistent.. "Becky, " he said in his
tired voice, "I have
something that I must confess."

"There's nothing to confess, " replied
the weeping Becky, "everything's
all right, go to sleep"

"No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I ... I slept with
your sister,
your best friend, her best friend and your mother!"

"I know, my sweet one" whispered Becky, "
lie still and let the poison work."