Incest Justin Thyme by Callicious

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Michael stepped into a bone-crushing hug from his Dad. "What has you up at such an ungodly hour? I didn't think I'd be able to shake you loose with less than dynamite?"

"Really I figured this morning would be the only real chance we'd get to talk, so much against my better judgment and wishes I'm up, but if I don't find some coffee I'll be going back to bed."

Michael laughed. "If I know Mom, yours is on the table already. You know how I am about cooking, so if you'll get it in you I want to take you and Mom to a place Justin introduced to me."

When Michael pulled the Escalade into the parking lot at Al's Family Restaurant he was tickled at the look of disdain on his mother's face. Jeff was a little more open, but neither was particularly thrilled by what they saw. "You don't come here for the ambiance, but for the food. Most of the people who eat here are blue-collar, and the portions reflect it. It isn't fancy, but it's clean and the food is good. It's Justin's family's favorite place, and you'll see why."

Joanne looked around the dining room in puzzled amazement. Row after row of folding tables with oilcloth table-coverings was nothing like she was used to seeing in a restaurant. "What in the world are those shelves around the walls for, Michael?"

"When things get busy in here people will stand and eat at them. The seats are all taken European style, too. If there is an open seat you take it. You ought to see it in here on Friday night!" Joanne shook her head in amazement.

"You mean this place gets that full?"

"I came over her last Friday night, and I had to wait outside for almost thirty minutes."

"Must be good food, then," Jeff said.

"Oh, it is. It isn't fancy, just good food, and plenty of it. Even you won't go away hungry."

Once they were seated and had coffee in front of them Jeff said to Michael, "Tell us about Susan, Michael. She seems rather taken by you."

"For goodness sake, don't let her hear you call her Susan!" Michael was silent for a moment, obviously in thought. "She's unlike any other girls I've ever known. She doesn't care about me having money, and isn't looking for me to do things for her. In fact, she was always getting after me for doing too much for her. She didn't complain about the first bouquet of roses I got her right after the accident, but when I brought in another one the next week she said it was too much, that I was spoiling her. She was really happy when I got some cups from the nurse's station and split up the roses and took one to each room on the wing."

Jeff nodded his head appreciatively. "What are your intentions toward her?"

"I really don't know. At first I just stayed with her because I didn't want her to be alone since her parents were on a cruise and couldn't get home. The more I was with her, and she didn't complain about her injuries, even when she lost her foot, the more I wanted to be with her. Initially it was because I felt responsible, but then it became something I really wanted to do. Last night when we were dancing I know she was getting really tired, and her leg had to be hurting, but she never lost her smile, and didn't want to go home. When I'm not with her I find myself looking for her and missing her."

Jeff nodded again. "I kind of thought so. She is a very sweet young lady who has a bit of hero worship. You need to be careful to not hurt her if you aren't intending anything."

"I don't want to hurt her. I think she is really special. I know tragedy is not usually a good start to a relationship, but I really want to see where this may go." He grinned. "You should have seen her when I drove up in a new CTS after she couldn't get into the Escalade. She gave me 'what for' for spending the money, and she didn't care if I could afford it or not. Every other girl I dated wouldn't have thought a thing of it, nor would they have wanted me to split up two dozen roses."

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It was ten minutes to twelve and I was busy washing out my roller while Rosemary washed out the brushes. We were going to be close on time for getting home to meet Michael's parents. The fun in the office had eaten into the time allotted for painting the dining room, although neither of us regretted it. I looked over at Rosemary, puzzled, when the doorbell rang. Dropping my roller into the sink to soak I wiped my hands on a junk towel and walked to the front door. None of the work crews were there on Sunday, and we didn't have any appointments to show rooms.

The taller of two girls at the door said, "Hi, I'm Jennifer George, and this is Stacy Peterson. Bitsy told us about your house here, and that you might have a couple of rooms left. I'm sorry we didn't have an appointment, but she just told us this morning, and we didn't want them to get filled before we had a chance. Is there any chance we could take a look and make a deposit today?

I tried manfully to look them in the eyes, but it was a struggle. Neither girl was wearing a bra, and their tits were wiggling enticingly as they stepped excitedly from foot to foot. "Well, we were just about to leave, but I guess I could give you a really quick tour if you wish. Come on inside and let me introduce you to Rosemary, who is the one who will be responsible for operating the house. Rosemary," I called. "You'll have to pardon our appearance," I said to Jennifer. We obviously have been painting."