Incest Intervention

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That first night should have let us know what the future held. She came home the following morning in a uber. Her hair and makeup was a mess. Her shoes were gone and her hose had runs in both legs. She smelled like alcohol, cigarettes and sex. Becky and I were just finishing our breakfast. We had used our time alone to make love until the wee hours of the morning so no one was really very sharp. When she opened the door we could tell that she was still under the influence. She almost fell over as she stumbled towards her room. Becky jumped up and was going to help her when she turned to us. Her makeup was smeared and you could tell that she had been crying. I think there were flecks of cum in her hair and her mascara was running down her cheeks.

"No! don't! Don't say a word! I'm going to take a shower and sleep. Don't wake me and don't either of you make any noise. I will tell you about my night when I'm ready. Are we clear?" she was slurring most of her words.

We said, "yes mom" with one voice.

Mom didn't tell us what happened that first night. She stayed in her bedroom for most of that day. As the days passed she got even more quiet and morose. Her divorce was almost final and she didn't know what to do to stop the train wreck that was her life.

In the next few weeks she started drinking at home when I was at work and Becky was at college. We started worrying about her wellbeing when we weren't around. She got sloppy, her hair was always tangled and dirty. She would go days without showering or getting dressed beyond her nightwear. She would go days without doing any cleaning or house work. She continued the downward spiral for several weeks and her personality changed even more, probably because of the depression and booze.

Becky and I were in my bed again, still awake, when she brought the first man home after a night of drinking. We could hear them loudly fucking in her room. We got up and tiptoed to her door to listen in case things got violent. It didn't sound like lovemaking at all. The man was cursing at our mom and calling her all sorts of names while pounding into her. We could hear the slap slap slap of their wild rutting. Mom cried out but never tried to stop the verbal abuse as this asshole called our mom every dirty name in the book. They must have been at it for over an hour when suddenly it got quiet. We quickly went back to my room and waited. Maybe ten minutes after the noise stopped we heard footsteps in the hall and down the steps to the front door. When we heard the door slam I went down to lock up and Becky went to mom's door to listen.

When I came back up Becky was in tears. "She's crying Brett. What can we do?" She whispered as I moved to hold her.

"Well obviously these nights out and all the drinking is not good for her. That man, whoever he was, can't be good for her self esteem either. Did you hear what he called her? Becky, we have to help her, we have to do something. This can't go on. What if she brings someone or even several someones home that wants to hurt her. Or worse, what if I'm not here and they hurt you too. I would never forgive myself if either of you got injured."

We went back to bed in my room. I thought for a minute and pulled Becky into my arms. "Becky, do you know what an intervention is?"

"Yeah I think so. What do you have in mind Brett?"

"Well when mom gets up and is sober, we will give her an ultimatum. She either stops drinking and bringing these assholes home or she will lose what family she has left. I will not let her put the love of my life in danger. This will stop after tonight." Becky saw the angry, determined look in my eyes and I saw true love and respect in hers.

"Brett, whatever you think is best, I'm with you." She held me tight and I felt her tears as she put her head against my chest. I heard only one word, "together."

For a while I slept a restless sleep that night. Then I had a dream that my mom was being bangd and beaten by some big faceless man that had tattoos covering his naked body. In the dream I couldn't move a muscle as I watched him plunder and ravage her body. She was screaming for me to save her when suddenly her face morphed into another woman, my Becky. I sat up so quickly that I woke my baby sister up. We rarely slept apart these days.

"Brett what's wrong? Are you ok?" She said. She was holding me as I breathed heavily, my heart pounding.