First off, I'm sorry I wasn't able to get this story finished by the end of the week, I wasn't able to move on Sunday, I had other obligations. But! I will be publishing a second post this week, another seperate story from this one, and that will be up before the end of the week. (UPDATE: the second short story will follow this one.)
This week, I conclude my short story: Janey and Jaffe, which is the sequel to Heir to Confusion. The story is most definitely one that has eluded me for a few months now. I've been wanting to finish it for some time, but it has been taxing to say-the-least. Nevertheless, I'm excited to be finishing this story, and potentially moving on from this one to another short story, one that is original and placates to a different aspect to what I love about writing. So enjoy this second part of Janey and Jaffe, and I'll be back next week with a whole new #SSWkly
Janey felt a tug on her chest, a paralyzingly feeling, dreadful as it made her feel rummaged about her mind, the image of the man she thought was dead and gone for so long, now having to be turned around, and clarified thwt he was indeed living and looking rather well, terrified, angered, and made he cowardice turn to red-hot anger, heated by the passion of a women born of privilege.
"Perhaps you are made, or mistaken...our father has died nearly thirty years ago! You seem....how-do-you-day....youthful, far too adolescent to even be my brother, let-alone my father. I've seen many tactics to gain access to our fortunes, many would think it brash that two fledglings like ourselves would be allowed so much capital, but life as they say is unfair. Not that we aren't philanthropists, we give back to many communities. Still, I believe that this prudery scheme of yours is downright menacing, we have never met the man, and if we had, it had not been for any extended period. So be-gone! Before we alert the authorities of your trespass."
Jaffe, always the dapper young man, kept his temper in check, as no man of his wealth was ever allowed to become emotional in such circumstances. No matter the urge of wanting to deck the old fool in his prescence, he halted, keeping himself in a state of euphoric bliss, running the numbers of his liquidating trust fund in the back of his mind. Realizing that her brother was not going to attack, that this man wa more a joke than a threat, her anger calmed in waves, almost becoming clowny in humor, like that of a child's splendid bliss. The fear of the old miser before her was replaced with some tantric spell, jubilation flooded her where horror was but a minute before stepping through the Upper Garden.
The figure was as bright as the moonlit night, almost as charming as they, but with rags of the pauper, and teeth of the middle class.
"I can't confess that I'm your father! Your mother vanquished my heart when she tore you from me! I've been so lost without you two for thirty years! You've grown into such discriminating beauty....I feared you become contraption of disfigurement...mechanical mutations...but you're clearly our children."
"We aren't stupid, we know you're some fool, some character of sorts that perhaps wondered too far from the asylum, you have a varnished silver tongue, perhaps it once spoke true, but now needs a cleanse. We will phone the hospital, and have them come get you from out of this cold." Jaffe tried to be assuring of his intentions, but the man drew back at the chance that he'd be touched by the young man.
"Please, do not tarnish yourself with my dirt, it'd be as an angel touching man, feeling the sins through those divine phalanges, it would cut deep into your pure heart. No! Leave me be! Stay a distance so my bourgeois spit does not fly from out my wicked-sensed words. Just...believe me, for I have not a penny to my name, of a paper to stake claim, your mother had torn it from me, like an undertow of deception drowns the truth. Jaffe, I remembered when you came forth from your mother's womb, you came out clean, perhaps even your skin rejected her vile fluids, her thorny skin. As though you were shielded for ten months by magic, and Janey! You came out next a surprise to us both, so-much-so we nearly embraced in happiness. A son, and a daughter, this was almost too much to believe, whether agod of the Devil brought you both forth that day, a blessing or a sin on us all, I for a few moments was happy."
"Why is it that you insist to not only call yourself our father, but to belittle the only one that had stuck around?! I mean not to speak in such layman's terms, but our mother was saintly, never putting us above the rest, but always treating us with love...you..you insignificant vulture, a pithless fowl of disease and debauchery! Why would you think that even if you were our father, we'd welcome you with open arms? You left! Mother said you were dead, or dying, perhaps in ditch far-of in the middle of the nothing, on the edge of the map! where the other demons of Hell lie! So save us both the pantomiming of how you've loved us, missed, us, wished you were here, and remind us again why our 'horrid' mother had been such a dreadful woman by providing us with love, and keeping us clothed, wny was and wrong, and you the righteous one?!"
Janey screamed at the old man, only towards the end realized she was staining her throat with that vile shriek she had never heard bellow from within. She clasped her dainty hands ladylike over her mouth, but Jaffe held her close, and shook his head at her, removing her hands covered in silk gloves, the closest she had ever been to her brother since their childhood. This action assuring her thwt the anger she felt was not misplaced, and suddenly she was safe again She smiled up at him, coalpsing in his arms, weeping gently, as Jaffe turned now with a demon-red fire In his eyes so majestic, they could be made of gold, and shined so brightly, they might as well have been molded from platnium.
The "old" man, who was salt and pepper indeed, but still so young, he couldn't possibly have been right in thinking they were his kin...yet, mother had always told him that she was the matron of the relationship, that he was her junior. Perhaps, no...it couldn't be...but, that face, it was obvious his, if he had lived on the streets, eating fish bones for decades...yet that shine of the richness that comes from being of wealth was hard to cover. It was in the genes.
The three of them realized arguing in the cold wasn't very respectful mannerism, so they all entered the estate, cautiously the siblings let the stranger into their home, knowing the staff would protect their masters with their very lives, but Jaffe had no fear of the man, he saw pity where others would see danger, and he too was not necessarily of the meek sort, he was built strong from working in the mill as a boy, his mother didn't want him to grow up with dainty rich hands, she wanted him rugged, strong, and a debonair, so women would see in him strength, intelligence, and humility. He knew the Everyman's plight, and there was no way he would ever wanted to be some pushy, discriminating genius, some rich intellect that had not known the grime of dirt beneath ones fingernails. Still, something was off about this jester who claimed heritage. There was something sinister in a man who looked so aged, yet so fruitful, and young, like a lycanthropic beastly power laid beneath the cracked surface.
They sat down in the main anteroom, large beasts from hunts long ago lined the walls, a giant hearth burned fires that raged in hundreds of degrees, a measurement of the size and structure of the manor. Janey and Jaffe sat in their respected places, adjacent one-another slightly angled in corners, so-as to have no surprises rear up from behind, and both were dead-focused on the center of the room: where their supposed father was now seated.
Flushed from the cold, as the heat began to rise back into his body, the cloaked figure, with a chagrin smile as imperfect as a super model's liposuction felt no intimidation and spoke his peace:
"As you're aware, I've been gone for nearly thee decades, if-not-so. I've been a terrible father in that sense, however, I am not looking to rectify any relationship, the only kindling here will be soely to stoke the fires. I've been operating at nearly a tenth of my energy these past few decades, Losing myself here and three, traveling abroad on the bit of money I've saved, a fortune to many, but a pittance to your empire, I'm certain. You two have done so much to achieve a status for this family's namesake, it would be eons for myself to even come within a million of what you've accomplished. A father could not be any prouder, and thusly, can not be more ashamed to not have been there for you to be a part of such magnificent growth. So why resurface now, when you're both adults, both able to fend for yourselves, even if you had but a quadrillionth of what you house now? I'm certain that's the question."
"I'd be lying if I weren't somewhat curious, though I must say, regardless of timing, you've seemed to catch us at another particular anniversary. Mother's disappearance, it happened but days from now. We were both dreading the coming return, but now it makes me curious....is that mother in the garden,buried under the wintry frost, or will she too pop up like some static character in a Chandler plot? Tell me 'father', just why in the hell should Janey and I even listen to your words? They're so...arbitrary! So....feckless in their reassurance that you're just here for, well....not our best interests."
Jaffe sneered the words out as delicately and respectfully as a man of his discrimination could, without animosity, but grandiose precedent.
"I'll ass that this is more a circus performance than a reunion...money is obviously the root for your grand return. What other reason would a member of this family even ask for anything,more showcase an appearance? The capital you need will be fine to get you back out of our hair, and off to whatever hellish cold to lay your sullen bones!"
The man stood up, and rapped Janey across the mouth.
"This isn't about money! I'm not here for some saving grave pisspot of your fortune! I've had hour fortune before, I don't need it! I'm here about legacy! I'm here because little girls like you would rather not bare young, and let your sunken eggs rot! You are over thirty! What without an heir to carry on! Same with you Jaffe! No child, not even a concubine that could accidentally be impregnated!" You need heirs! The fortune of this family has grown beyond us all. I too felt this was absurd, that this was incredulously unimportant...but it's true! The reason for this fortune, is because it too is cursed...I know that's a bit confusing, but I swear it! So, to save the next gerneration, and to keep from baring witness to the downfall of this great dynasty-" he pulls out a gun, and aims it at Jaffe. He shoots just past his ear, clipping the love, and sending the man howling in extreme pain.
"You two are going to continue on the tradition, your mother and I started long before. You're going to bring an heir into this family, or I will end it all now. All of us will die by this gun. Jaffe, eye move your pants, now!"
"You're fucking mad! Msd! Help! Guards! Servants! Aides! Anyone! Help!!!" Jaffe tried to scream, but Che was met with a pistol whip to the face. The man had been in and out for so long, absent for most of their lives, but always in the background with the Dutchess...he saw now the true insanity of the win thwt crept about the stairs like a phantom. In a house this large, you could be lost for years if you're on different floors. Still, the Dufchess had gone missing but two years prior, and this woman, their mother, had been with them for all times...this man was a psychotic stranger that now wanted him to diddy his sister! It was madness!
"Okay, I'll do it." Jaffe turned to his sister, who had uttered the unbelievable words.
"What?! Where wre you saying Janey?!" Jaffe screamed at the top of his lungs.
"The man has a gun, Jaffe, and I'm not going to die tonight. Father, it has to be him, that shadow on the stairs, dead but always around, gone, but never far from earshot. He said he would kill us, I believe him, and no one is coming....why?! What did you do, father?!" She said it with certantitty this time, somehow, Janey always knew the monsters buried in the Upper Garden were real, but she never knew why....now it made perfect sense. The stones of her past relatives, they all forked from the same branch...and now, she was about to be violated by force by her father, using her brother as the vessel.
It was wrong, and it was disturbing beyond her wildest ideas...yet, it also was exciting, something inside her clicked, she looked at her brother, and seeing the dapper man, that sensual fer tauter that he was, she began to perspiration, and her fluids began to run hot, her loins began to weep for him.
"Father....leave us, you must leave us now, I...I will not die tonight, and I will not allow for you to get away with this, but Jaffe, sweet Jaffe....we must, we simply must."
She disrobed, allowing her perfected body to shine about like golden resin, honey of the Gods, providing what no man had ever the strength, or the wallet to take before. Jaffe, peeked away, not wanting to dishonor his sister, in her fit of madness brought on obviously by the man who had supposed to care for them, now he smiled,mand walked out of the room, locking them in together.
"That's my girl, the succession will live on, the family fortune will stay where it belongs. Now go to her son, and impreganwte your sister! I will leave you, but if you try to escape, I will kill us all. I am not fucking around, but you best better get to it, son! She's waiting!" The callous bastardized of a father left them in the room. Jaffe gritted his teeth, and flung a vase of crystal at the door, barely missing his target. Still, animalistic curiosity got the best of his attention, and he was then staring face-to-face with his sister in the buck, and this being his fraternal twin...it seemed even more wrong to gaze upon her, but he had. Her breast were supple and hung strongly on her like bosom of a young woman...she had not aged, and her body did nothing but deceive her age. She was outstanding, any man would have done terrible, unscrupulous things to her. She smiled, and he reared away in ghastly fright.
"Janey! Put your clothes back on this instance! Mother would never approve of such behavior!"
"Oh save it, Jaffe! Mother, the Dutchess! Bah! She has done this! Don't you get it?! Father is our unclear well! He has to be! And do not lecture me, Jaffe! I know you've snuck gazes at me when we we children. I'd be lying if I had t earned a peek at your when you been showering. I've seen your manhood, and I know it is wrong, i know fear is a dictating factor, but so is lust, and I want you inside me, even just a touch will set me off over the edge! I can't take it, feel my tightness! I'm dripping with anticipation!"
She moved in and grabbed his jittering hand, pressing it firmly up to her groin, pressing his fingertips deep in her, penetration from another human being for the first time in her life. She couldn't contain herself. She flung herself onto him, gently shoving her tongue in, and out of his mouth with a fury of excimer. Her moans grew, as Jaffe did struggle to break free, but she held on tight, crossing her legs about his fingers, making sure they stayed locked in place. The struggle ended, and the prey was can't as he gave in to the sickening lust his bastard father had placed upon him.
He began to move his fingers about, his hand vibrated in delight, as the tightness seemed to try and devour his wrist with a vengeance.
"Oh, brother, dearest brother, what ever shall we do? I know it's wrong, but what choices do we have, I'm so devoted, teach me how to love as only a woman should." She smiled between breaths, finally able to relieve some tension of his hesitance, and grabbed firmly, but softly onto the member she had sought fo feel for so long. His pants flew down, his throbbing stiffness was much larger than she remembered, and she worked it with her hand, he moaned in delight, but with trepidation.
"Janey...if we do this, there's no way we can go back to
"Shh! We are beyond! We both deserve this moment, fuck father! He's a cretin thwt we can deal with later, for now, let pleasure be our devil, and this hearth the flames to alight this hellish daman arion we have called passion. Let's fuck, for we can...and we shall."
The two of them corralled about the hearth, Janey was on top, and slid Jaffe deep within, he was overjoyed with such raw excimer, and the tightness was so strong, that the walls sent vibrations up to his calivcicke. It was the grstest sex of his life...Janey had never felt so alive as well, his cock was so much better than even she could imagine, she laid puddles from waterfalls of exhalation and guttural moans. Jaffe climaxed, and a click at the door came, opening up to reveal their father, along with the Dutchess.
"Oh! How proud we are! Good show, children! Good show! Now I know this seems...well, unconventional as an euphemism, but. It is great! You are preserving the family's history, and keeping us in line for another lifetime as a dominant force on this Earth. Oh, your father was just as hesitant the first time around as well, but I assure you, we must keep the linage going, and as pure as possible. It seems wrong by all standard conventions, but we are not as orthodox as those who are of the dime and grime variety. No, we must keep this going, and I can see by the puddles of swear, you've done your dear mother proud!"
The two coupled bodies of the twins unwound, and both covered up in the equal shame of their parents discovering them...even if they knew it was all planned. Their mother, the Dutchess, returning, and applauding their unnatural act, it was as though the woman they once knew, loved, and had cared for them; she simply up and vanished I to this creature of defiled habit.
With a crack shot off the naked hit; Jaffe plowed home a bullet into his fathers head. The laughing corpse slid down to the polar bear carpet, as the Dutchess smiled politely at her son, putting her hands up in a surredering motion, still he took aim, but was more hesitant this turn to pull the trigger. Killing a bastard like his father,mthwt was just another action of many terrible ones he had gone through...the sex with his sister had freed him to place a bullet between his squinting eyes,mand he barely saw it coming, so it was not without precedence that he took aim again.
Still aiming he cocked the hammer, wanting to let it smash forward poetic justice onto his mother, but a wid ing arm slithered upwards towards his body....Janey was holding him close,mand he looked down at his sister, beloved now more than ever, knowing that their sin was to preserve the family, but to preserve their lives. He got the better on his father, the gun had slid from Benesth his pant pocket, and he cleared a hole for the devil himself to reap the soul. Now, he looked at his beautiful sisters who shook her finger at him, and gently folded the gun from out his palm,pulling him g etly down towards her agin, in complete lust.
The Dutchess chimed in with glee at the spectacle, walking back out, dragging her former lover's corpse behind. "You two children play nice now,mill leave you to finish the copulation, and do make sure to finish deep within her, Jaffe! Let not a spittle of your seed spill from out her!! I'll dispose of this body, but give me a grandchild to be proud of! Give us the heir we need to carry on this hellish existence!f fuck as though their is no tomorrow, for there very-well might not be one to lol forward to! Farewell, my lovely children! I'll return for the birth of your firstborn! For it is the way of this inheritance of confusion!" She never overstayed her welcome long, but it was as the doors closed thwt Jsney fel that great member tear through her again, this time, his finishing was a success, he had climaxed completely and wholly within her, and she felt the urge of life essence pillage her ovaries, it climbed deep into her, making her so warm and fuzzy, that she was growing ill.
Ten months after this wretched coupling, the Dutchess returned, and saw over the birth of her grandson: Jerry. A simple name, not one to call about wealth and elegance, but she loved him regardless, even with his...malformations. She didn't care, for he would carry in the torch, and perhaps one day break the sickening cycle. Years later,am daughter was born, Juliet, a far more fitting name, and ten two grew to be I sortable. Janey and Jaffe wanted something better for their own children, and so they stayed together, even after the sex had gone, the love had boiled off to simple relations that siblings had, and life almost seemed to return to normal. jerry and Juliet grew to be the best of friends as well, and age kept them at odd-ends, but they never knew their family's deep, dark secret, but they contined the Inheritence, the sickness of the inbred, uncultured tradition. They lived in, but both moved far away, made sure to only keep in-touch via mail, but no more did they follow in their family's footsteps,mand both lost all their money, the inheritance, the very curse that followed their ancestors, had vanished after Juilet died childless, and Jeffery died while seeing his wild oats to some alternative being. He died without ever feeling a woman's love, in-the-end, the Inheritence was the blackness, the dark hollows of where disease and sin dance firmly together. He would never be, an heir to confusion, as the dirt piled his coffin, Juliet following quickly behind in a vaporous fog penniless pots, and raven-clouded cemeteries.
In-death, they brought an end to their family's horror, and the rubble moved but a hint, the earth shifted one last time, for the end of Jeffrey, and his damned Juliet.
Thank you for reading the Maalcast Editorial, I wasn't able to get this story finished by the time alloted, but I will make up, so as-not to miss a short story, you will be receiving two this week: part 2 of Janey and Jaffe, and a second, unrelated story. Then I'll be nine stories away from writing the last Short Story Weekly, and there will be a decent break from writing the Malacast Editorial.
A quick note! I'll be reviewing Don't Breathe next week, I've just watched the film, and I was very impressed at how much press this film was given, but that was because of the creator's connection to The Evil Dead films. I'll give my review shortly, but a second Short Story Weekly Post will be up available before the week's end.
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