Keep It In The Family

British English language and spelling. In some stories the processes or facts may be incorrect, it's only a story and in my world that's how it happened. A warning to those who steal stories to use on YouTube channels, I am watching and will hit you with a copyright claim. This story is a repost from when I was on here under a different username.

Keep It In The Family

Growing up I know a lot of people thought my brother David and I were spoiled. I wouldn't say we were spoiled, but our father probably spent more money on us for our birthday or Christmas than most kids of our age. My Dad owned two car dealerships in South London, one was a Mercedes dealer the other a Ford dealership.

David was two years older than me. It was around the time of his sixteenth birthday that Ford announced they wanted to move the dealership to a retail park, Dad looked into it and decided against the decision. His reason was that it made no financial sense and he would end up losing money. As soon as Ford made it known they were moving out Volkswagen stepped into the picture.

They offered to refurbish the showroom if Dad would become a major dealer in the area, naturally my Dad jumped at the offer. By the time I was ready to start work the VW dealership was busy, very busy. My brother David had opted to work for our Dad as a trainee salesman at his Mercedes showroom, I figured that suited David as he did not like hard work. David wasn't a slob. He was just lazy.

Another thing about my brother and I was we didn't get along, the fall out started when I was twelve years old. My brother was an arsehole and he knew it, I didn't like him or his so called friends. We came to blows a few times, that was until I got big enough to beat David, after that it was all just verbal abuse. When the time came for me to start work I opted to work as an apprentice mechanic at the VW dealership.

I loved cars, always had from a young age. Despite my brother referring to me as a grease monkey or worse I did well at the job. I passed my apprenticeship and from then on I didn't look back. Volkswagen is a company that likes to invest in their staff, well the franchise owners staff to be exact. As a twenty-fifth birthday present Dad gave me the choice of any VW I wanted, I opted for the Touareg SUV. David picked the Mercedes SUV two years earlier.

By the time I was twenty-six I had certificates all over the wall for various training courses I had attended and passed. Shortly before my twenty-seventh birthday Natalie and I got married. I met Natalie through some friends, we started dating and everyone said we would end up married. She was pretty and slim, her bust was small but she had long legs. My family liked her as well, little did I know then how much they liked her.

When Natalie and I got married my parents bought us a house, they had done the same for my brother when he married Donna. I didn't like Donna that much, as she was my sister-in-law, I was polite for everyone's sake. Natalie and Donna got along quite well, sadly.

We had been married for just over three years when I found out my happy life wasn't that happy after all. It was a Wednesday morning and I was given a customer breakdown to attend, I got the car sorted and decided to go home for lunch. Natalie didn't work on a Wednesday so I was looking forward to spending an hour with her at home. As I approached the house I saw my father's car on the drive next to Natalie's, I wondered why he was there at this time of the day.

As soon as I stepped indoors I knew why my Dad was there. The noise of sex coming from upstairs was unmistakable. I thought about running upstairs and beating the crap out of him, instead I had a better idea. I crept upstairs and watched through the open door as my wife was on her hands and knees getting fucked by my Dad, she was kneeling between my brother David's legs sucking his cock. I took out my phone and snapped off some pictures, if they wanted to fuck up my life I was going to return the favour.

Creeping out of the house I drove over to my parent's house, Mum was surprised to see me there during the day. The look on my face told her there was something wrong.

"Rick whatever is the matter?"

"You had better sit down Mum." I passed my Mum the phone so she could see the pictures.

"Oh. They look like they are having fun."

"Having fun! Mum I have shown you a picture of your husband and my brother fucking my wife, all you can is they look like they are having fun. For Christ sake Mum."

"Look Rick it's not what you think. You had better sit down." Mum gestured as I flopped into a chair.

"Your father and I, we have an arrangement. Actually it's more than an arrangement. Your Dad and I are swingers, we have an open marriage. He sees other women and I see other men. We hid it from you and your brother when you were younger."

"Mum, that other woman is my wife for god sake!"

"Yes. Yes, I know. I am a little disappointed that they didn't talk to you first. Natalie found out we were swingers and wanted to get involved, I said they had to talk to you first. David and Donna swing as well. Your father and I have had a few nice afternoons with Donna, that girl knows how to eat pussy I know that much."

"I can't believe I am hearing this. You are telling me that everyone in this family is a swinger, and nobody bothered to mention it to me? Jesus what kind of fucked up family is this?"

"It's not as bad as it looks, Rick. Think about it for a minute. You would get to have sex with Donna as well as Natalie." I sat and stared at my Mum, I felt anger and disgust at what I was hearing.

"So how long has my wife been part of your fucked up group?"

"Well she found out about us a month or so ago, I did say that we would need to speak to you before anything happened. I guess your father and brother couldn't wait."

I got up and made my way to the door. "Rick please, let's talk about this." Mum begged.

"No chance Mum. You know me well enough to know I wouldn't agree to this. As for you being involved all I can say is I am disgusted with the lot of you."

"Please Rick. Think it through. Think about Natalie before you make a rash decision."

"Oh trust me Mum, I won't be making any rash decisions. I already know what I am going to do."

"Is there anything I can do Rick?"

"Yeah. I will leave you to tell my so-called father and brother, I mean it Mum, if either of them approach me I am likely to beat the shit out of them."

"You can tell Donna she need not waste her time trying to talk to me either. You can all stay the fuck away from me, all of you." I stormed out and slammed the door.

Nothing was said when I got back to work, I stayed back for an hour to complete a few things. That night when I got home Natalie was sitting in the lounge, she looked like she wanted to talk. I ignored her greeting and headed straight upstairs. Natalie followed, demanding to know what was going on.

"You're leaving!" I said as I threw the suitcase on the bed. "Pack your stuff and get the fuck out of my house. RIGHT NOW!" I yelled loudly. Natalie tried to talk to me but I wasn't going to listen. I took the house key off her keyring as she packed her stuff, crying all the while. I hoped she would hurry up and fuck off.

"Where am I supposed to go Rick?"

"Not my problem Natalie. Maybe you can ask my parents if you can stay with them. I'm sure they would love to have their slut living under their roof. Maybe my cunt of a brother will offer you a room, either way I don't care anymore, all I want is you out of here."

About an hour after Natalie left there was a knock at the door, I opened it to see David standing there.

"Rick, we need to talk." He said as he stepped forward. My fist smashing into his face stopped him, David fell on his arse and just stared at me. Blood was trickling from his nose.

"You might feel the need to talk but I am not in the mood to listen. Now do as you were told, you stupid cunt and stay away." I slammed the door and took a deep breath. I watched as David staggered to his car before driving away.

The house phone and my mobile kept ringing, in the end I unplugged the house phone and turned my mobile off. I tried to sleep but that was impossible with everything that had happened. The following day I called into work and asked for some time off, being the boss's son my manager agreed straight away. I didn't go into specifics, I just said I had personal stuff to deal with. Not sleeping the night before gave me time to think, I knew exactly what I was going to do.

Natalie and I had separate bank accounts so I didn't have to worry about moving money around. I went and visited my oldest friend Mike. Mike and I started school the same day and have been friends ever since. Mike said I could stay in his spare room while I sold the house.

"It won't be too long Mike. Once I have stuff sorted out I am leaving." Mike was disgusted when I told him why I was leaving, he said if he ever saw David he would beat him senseless.

When I switched my phone back on it lit up with text messages and voicemails, I looked them over and deleted all of them. I managed to find a local estate agent who was willing to sell the house without putting up a for sale board, I said once it was sold a board could go up but not before. A man and a van outfit took all of the furniture and placed it into a storage unit for me.

When my parents bought me the house they put it in my name, that was going to be a mistake they would regret making. That night I had to explain to Mike's fiancé Kim why I was staying at his house. She was equally shocked and disgusted at my so-called family.

"What are you going to do Rick?" Kim asked.

"Leave. I am going to sell the house and move away. If Natalie wants a divorce she can file and pay for it, I don't intend to waste any money on that bitch."

My brother clearly didn't get the message about staying away, he tried to jump me one night as I left work. He got a few punches in as he called me all sorts of names for upsetting our Mum. I got three punches into his face and one in the guts that floored him, when he went down I followed up with several hard kicks to his nuts. I drove away leaving him on the floor rolling around in agony.

One week after the house went up for sale I had an offer. The couple were good for the money and wanted to move quickly, as I wasn't living there it was easy to arrange. I used a solicitor recommended by the estate agent, I didn't really care, I just wanted the place sold, quickly.

Natalie kept calling and texting me, I ignored her completely. You would have thought she had got the hint by now. Several times the general manager passed a message for me to call my Dad. I never did call him. A few times I left work a different way to avoid Natalie.

Seven weeks after the house was listed, it was sold and in the hands of the new owners. After all the fees were paid I was richer by four hundred and fifty thousand pounds. Strangely none of my family had approached me directly, well apart from my shithead brother who came off worse. I sat and talked with George the general manager, he wasn't happy that I was leaving but understood after I gave him the short version of why. I knew when I told George that my bastard father would get to hear about it, it was for that reason I held off telling him until the afternoon I was actually leaving.

When everyone had left for the day I loaded up my tools and certificates that I took off the wall in the service reception area. I was expecting my Dad to storm in and tell me I couldn't leave, or some other shitty words of wisdom. I stopped at Mike's to collect my clothes and leave him the key for the storage unit. We agreed he would open it up when I wanted the furniture moving to wherever I was going.

Just before I joined the M25 motorway I decided to make a call and piss off a lot of people, my Mum answered on the third ring.

"Mrs Foster, it's Rick."

"Oh Rick. We wondered when you were going to call. Natalie is going spare worrying about you, she wants to know when she can come home?"

"Tell her she can never come home. You see, we don't have a home anymore. The house has been sold and I am leaving for good. Tell Natalie she can go to hell, in fact you can all go to hell. None of you will ever see or hear from me again. Goodbye and good riddance." I cut the call and switched off my phone. When I hung up she was crying, I didn't feel guilty for anything I had said to her.

Driving around the M25 I realised I still had no idea where I was headed, other than as far away from London as possible. I turned onto the M3 heading for the south west of England. I slipped off the motorway onto a major A road, by now it was getting dark. I pulled over at a roadside café to get some food and drink, after a large cheeseburger and a coffee. I decided to sleep for a few hours.

The few hours turned out to be all night, I woke with the bright sunshine on my face. After a bacon and egg breakfast roll and coffee I felt a lot better, I bought a bottle of water to rinse my mouth and wash my face. Several hours later I arrived in Newton Abbott, it was somewhere I had never been before.

Once I had booked into a hotel for the night I took a look around the town, it seemed like a nice place. There was a fair amount of property for sale at reasonable prices, I started to wonder what it would be like finding work. I decided to try out a few pubs and see what the locals were like.

After questioning a barman for a while he informed me that a VW dealer had recently opened on the other side of town, he didn't know if they had any vacancies but thought it was worth a look.

I checked out of the hotel and into a B&B the following day. It was definitely going to be cheaper to stay there while I looked for somewhere permanent to live. Monday saw me checking out the VW dealer, as it turned out they did have a vacancy for a qualified mechanic. When the guy saw my certificates and papers he offered me a job there and then, the stumbling block was when he asked who he could contact for a reference.

After I finished giving the short version of why I left London he agreed to give me the job, it was on the condition that if I fucked up I was out. All I had to do now was find a place to live. I found a place that needed a little fixing up, if it was structurally sound and I was interested. The survey came back okay and I moved in ten weeks later. I was happy, I had a job and somewhere to live, far away from my so-called family.

The only person who knew my whereabouts was Mike, I knew I could trust him not to say anything if he was asked. Mike kept me up to date on what was happening when he called.

"Mate the shit hit the fan when you left. A lot of the guys you worked with were pissed off that you left, I heard a few even quit. From what I can make out Natalie is living with your brother and his wife, your Mum asked me if I knew where you had gone. I played on it, made you out to be an arsehole who didn't have the decency to tell me you were leaving."

I thanked Mike and said I would come back to see him when everything calmed down. We spoke regularly as he was going to open the storage unit for the movers, my furniture arrived a day after they collected it.

As I didn't know anyone I took the opportunity to go out for a few beers with the guys from work. When I was asked why I moved from London, I told people the truth. Six months after I moved to Newton Abbott, I met Claire. We were introduced by one of the guys I work with, Claire was a friend of his wife. Claire was the opposite of Natalie, she wasn't as tall and her figure was more curvy. I asked Claire for a further date, she agreed. Over dinner we talked about general stuff, Claire asked what made me move from London.

I didn't want my story to become news in the restaurant, I promised to tell Claire when I drove her home.

"Let's go one better. You take me home, I'll make us a coffee and you can tell me then." I liked her idea and quickly agreed.

Claire placed two cups on the coffee table. I sat and explained why I had left London, as I retold my sad tale her eyes grew wider.

"No wonder you left. I think most decent people would have done the same. I can't believe your parents' attitude."

"Neither could I, that's why I left."

"Nobody has tried to contact you since you left?" Claire asked.

"Nope. I don't even know if she has filed for a divorce or not, I just walked away and left them to it."

Claire and I talked into the early hours, I was honest and never hid anything from her. Three months after we started dating, Claire moved in with me. I had met her parents and her younger brother. They seemed like nice people. The third time I met her parents I explained to them why I had left London, they were both shocked at my family's behaviour.

Things were going great with Claire, I was planning on asking her to marry me, providing I was divorced. I spoke to a solicitor about a divorce, I wanted to know if Natalie could divorce me without me knowing.

"She can. If she can prove you walked out on her and she has no idea where you are, then yes, she can divorce you."

"Is there any way I can find out if I am divorced without my wife knowing?" I asked. The solicitor took a few details, he said he would get back to me.

It cost me one hundred pounds to find out that Natalie had divorced me, the divorce was final two months ago. Safe in the knowledge that I was a single man, I returned home. Claire asked why I was in such a good mood.

"I found out earlier that I am divorced. The solicitor didn't get all the details, but Natalie managed to convince the court she didn't know where I was. The divorce was final two months ago. That weekend I took Claire out to dinner. I proposed to her after we had finished eating. She said yes.

We left the restaurant and went to tell her parents. It was manic for the next few weeks trying to arrange a wedding for the summer months, I had already asked Mike to be my best man. On the day we married Kim asked me if I would be godfather to their first child, she was four months pregnant. I said yes straight away.

After a honeymoon in Spain we settled down to married life. We travelled to South London for the christening of my godson, at the time Claire was three months pregnant. As we left the church, I spotted Natalie walking in our direction, she stopped and stared when she saw me.

"So you came back then?"

"No, only visiting for a christening." I replied, desperately trying to get rid of Natalie. Claire walked over and stood beside me.

"Who's she?" Natalie practically demanded to know.

"She has a name. Her name is Claire, and she is my wife." Natalie stared at Claire, the look she gave her was not a happy one.

"I don't have time to stand her talking to you, I'm going out with Donna tonight. Your family has been good to me, your Dad was right, you didn't deserve me."

"The only reason they think so much of you is because you are fucking all of them. By the way, they are welcome to you."

You walked out on me so screw you, Rick. I'll let your Mum know that I have seen you." Natalie started to walk away.

"If you see my parents tell them you saw me. You can also tell them my wife is pregnant, with a grandchild they will never see."

"What do I say if they ask where you are living?"

I was about to say tell them to go fuck themselves. "Tell them I am living in Yorkshire, if they want to find me they are welcome to come looking." I called out and turned away.

"Do you think they will go looking for you?" Claire asked.

"I don't know, and to be honest I don't care either. If they do go looking, at least they have no chance of finding me in Yorkshire, particularly as we live in Devon." Claire smiled as we walked towards the car

©2025 The author, all rights reserved. Not to be reproduced in part or whole without consent.