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Head of the family A Son’s home coming This is a long multipart story that takes a while to build. First story so constructive criticism is encouraged. As the cab pulled up at the curb I let out a sigh, it felt good to be home and put all the shit behind me. I guess I should fill you in. My name is Sam I’m 26, 5’10 lanky with short brown hair and wear glasses I’m an A typical dork if you ever saw one, and I was coming home for the first time in ten years not just for a visit but to stay.. You see my life had recently fallen apart horribly. When I was 16 I left home to take a job as a console operator on an offshore Oil rig I never had any mates at school and despite looking like a geek I certainly didn’t have the brain for it so thought why the hell not? whilst most roughnecks are big burly blokes working with sledge hammers and wrenches the size of your arm. I worked in a room filled with computers with only a little window overlooking the Indian ocean as such my build didnt change much over the years. The work was enjoyable but only having 5 days off between shift blocks meant I never had any time to get back home. Instead I spent my time in the small port town where everybody flew in and out of; It was there I met the woman I thought was the love of my life Carla a cute Latin woman who asked me out despite all the other brick shit house rough necks about. She was the first woman I didn’t have to pay for that ever showed me any attention the other girls in town were only interested in the big muscle bound blokes. Needless to say after 18 months of no action, I was smitten with her. We fell in love travelled around the world on my holidays, she was my world and I young and selfish neglected my family as a result. 4 years after being together we were married life in her home country of Peru (my family sadly did have the funds to attend) A year later we were pregnant and 9 months after that we had a baby girl, Lisa who thankfully looked just bahçeşehir escort like her mother. Unfortunately my dad had just started a new job and between that and school and my family again weren’t able to fly out to see Lisa either. Another year went by blissfully, But as they say pride comes before a fall and I fell a long way. My best mate Charlie asked me to work his shift so he could hook up with a ‘hot’ milf and I agreed. That night there was an accident on someone hadn’t secured a well head, it was missed and things got out of control, the rig had to be evacuated. with the rig in flames and metal crashing all around we were told to head for the dock I’m not sure how it happened to be honest I have no memory of it and nobody ever made any effort to clear up the missing information (but if people ask I spin quite a good tale about it) I remember searing pain and falling. Next thing I knew it was 2 weeks later and I was in hospital with second degree burns on my back and a shattered knee. But worse than my injuries was the news the company had let its insurance lapse and was looking at bankruptcy as a result. I didn’t have private health insurance and so most of my savings went straight to the hospital and doctors. From the get go Carla was distant and grew more so through my recovery. Charlie came to visit most days and helped out around the house with the shopping, But spent more time with Carla then me. My only companion was my daughter Lisa I raised her while my wife worked. I loved my daughter but was aware that I was often short with her and expected her to be more of a ‘grown up’ (if that makes any sense) And so an 11 month recovery went by, my back fully healed but scarred, my leg mostly healed but I needed a cane to help me walk and Carla and I had grown as distant as I had with my family. I soon learned that no one would hire a console operator that had filed a compo claim kayaşehir escort and truthfully I had no other skills. Carla and I had not had sex since the accident and I frustration I turned to the drink months became a haze but I still looked after my daughter the best I could whilst my wife was god knows where, Then one day it just happened I came home from the pub and the house was empty my wife and daughter missing stuck to the fridge were divorce papers. I rang Charlie and he told me straight that he and Carla had been seeing each other behind my back for years and that I had become a drunk with no money so neither of them thought they should keep up the illusion anymore, in truth Carla and I had grown so far apart I didn’t really care. In my head I told myself she never loved me and was only after my money and a Visa, on some level I think I always expected this. The only thing I really cared about was my daughter Lisa I was prepared for a long drawn out custody battle, instead? Carla requested a paternity test and to my horror found my daughter was actually Charlies and that was it. the one thing with meaning in my life vanished aswell. The next few weeks became a blur my lawyer told me I had no assets, my soon to be exwife had cashed out the last of my savings before filing and there would be no money left over from the sale of the house once the bank took its share. He wished me good luck and left me a bill I couldn’t afford. I considered calling home a few times but my pride wouldn’t let me; I had neglected my family for years and couldn’t expect everything to be ok, for them to help me now. So I continued drinking and sold what few possessions I had left, which I then spent on more booze. Until finally I had only the clothes on my back and an empty house (and of course my phone) I walked out to the letterbox just after the postie had been. Throwing away a few months worth başakşehir escort junk mail, I found 2 letters 1 from my bank saying the house had been sold and I had 2 weeks to pack up and ship out, the other an express post envelope with no return address. Inside was a plane ticket back to Sydney and a letter it read simply. “Dear Sam, We know you’ve been going through a rough time tried calling you but carnt get through, if this letter finds you well (or otherwise) please use the plane ticket to come home, your loving family. Luve Mum, dad, Hannah, Lizzy, Sarah and NED.” Dad had obviously written the letter he couldn’t spell to save his life (although I wasn’t much better) Needless to say I was rather emotional (ok I cried) my life had collapsed and yet when all seemed lost my family had come to my rescue. After pulling myself together I immediately tried to call them only to realise my phone had been disconnected from overdue bills. And so the same day I used the ticket and the last few notes in my wallet to catch a cab back home. Arriving the next morning at 0730 I paid the driver and hopped out, Cane in hand walk towards the house when an absolute stunner walked out a girl maybe 20? 5’10 with long bottle blond hair, lovely B cup tits came walking out wearing a pink boob tube and tight denim shorts. Her stomach perfectly flat and her legs toned, she was the definition of athletic. Two thoughts went through my head first this beautiful woman was reminding me I hadn’t had sex in over a year and second I had the wrong address. She smiled a devilish smile of a woman who knows she’s getting checked out and said “you like what you see….cowboy” the way she spoke combined with how she said “cowboy” made me realise………I’d just been scoping my sister Hannah! (Cowboy had been her nickname for me ever since we debated whether my Easter parade outfit was a bush ranger or a cowboy, you can tell which side she was on) “ahh..Hannah..sorry I did recognise you, you’ve…grown” trying painfully to move on, Hannah practically bounced over to me and gave me a big hug pressing herself firmly against me, my cock slowly began to stir ‘what the hell is wrong with you that’s your sister’ I said to myself, thankfully Hannah didn’t notice my rapidly inflating erection or if she did politely didn’t say anything.
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