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The Birthday Boy Ch. 01

By: Unholy1



"Mom, I’m home" I yelled as I walked in the door having just gotten home from a long and boring day at school, dropping my backpack on the floor as was my usual routine, and headed for the fridge.

"Mom?"  No answer, which normally meant she was either out, or in a part of the house where she couldn’t hear me, so after grabbing a soda from the fridge, I proceeded to search the house to find her.  After searching the house from top to bottom, checking both inside and out back by the pool and hot tub, I determined that she must have gone out, so I returned to the kitchen to fix myself a snack before going to hop in the shower after a long and hard soccer practice.  I’m somewhat athletic, but not exactly what you would call the typical athlete, but that’s not to say I’m out of shape, for a 17 year old at about 5'10" and weighing in at a 160lbs or so, my sandy blonde hair hanging just short of the bottom of my ears only helped to contrast my dark blue eyes that girls say you can look into and forget where you came in.  But right now, starving and not knowing when my mother would return, I dove into the fridge in hopes of fixing myself a snack capable of satisfying my hunger.  At that moment the front door opened

"Steve honey I’m..... oh, there you are."  My mom said as she struggled in the door, her slender, curvy body struggling with two unmarked bags under her arms, realizing that I was closer to where she was then she had expected.  My mom, Stacy, is quiet the attractive woman for 31, showed no signs of her age what so ever, her hips still had the curve to them that they had in photos I had seen of her from the past, her breasts were ample and firm, sizing up just larger then handfuls, don’t ask me about size, but I’d say about a C cup, on her perfect 5'9" frame, she’s quite beautiful and gets her share of dates, but doesn’t go out much, why that is I don’t know, her and I share the same color hair, but hers is longer then mine, hanging down past her shoulders by a few inches, usually she just lets it hang free like that, today being no exception.

"What’s in the bags?"  I asked, craning my neck to try to look into them

"Nothing that would concern you young man"  She stated, we both fully well knew that I was aware that inside those bags were gifts she had bought for my upcoming birthday, but I was unable to tell what was inside them.

"I hope your not ruining your dinner by filling up on junk food, you know very well that dinner is at five o'clock, same as always." Glancing at the clock I noticed that it was quarter to.

"But mom, I didn’t know when you'd be home and I’m starrrrrving"   drawing out the last word to make it seem desperate.

"No buts about it, you put that food back in the fridge and go do your homework, dinner will be ready shortly" She retorted

"Alright mom, but I’m gonna grab a shower first, Coach Smith worked us like dogs today at Soccer practice, says it’s to get us ready for the big tournament in two weeks"

"Fine then, off you go while I put the groceries away" she said calmly, as if we both actually believed that those bags contained food.  I wandered out of the kitchen waiting to see if she would make like she was actually putting away groceries just to make her story more believable, she just stood there watching me, waiting for me to leave, trying to hide the smile growing on her face.

The Birthday Boy Ch. 01



Hi there!

My name is Emma and I’m 20 years old. I live on student accommodation, at a university in Perth, but I come from Kalgoorlie, a country town, about 6 hours worth of driving away. (Perth is a capital city on the coast of Western Australia for those of you reading this who aren’t Australian.) My parents live in Kalgoorlie, but my brother, Kyle lives in Melbourne, working with some sort of architectural firm, which is on the other side of the continent. This summer Kyle and I will both be in Kalgoorlie to visit my parents. I am excited thinking about it and can’t wait until the university semester ends to drive back into Kalgoorlie and see him. At the same time, I’m a little nervous. He has a girlfriend now, and I’ve seen pictures of her and she’s pretty. She’s staying in Melbourne though. I have only ever had a few real boyfriends. But last time when I saw Kyle which was three years ago and he was in Kalgoorlie for his twenty first birthday party; something very strange happened. This is my story of what happened two summers ago.

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Kyle’s suitcase was still sprawled out across the wooden living room floor, with the top cover thrown open revealing various objects. Jocks, jeans, a bottle of cologne… I stepped my bare feet around the suitcase to find a trail of Kyle’s objects placed around my parents’ house. A notebook was on the table. I progressed through to the bathroom at one wing of the house that Kyle and I used to share between us when we were little kids. He’d unloaded a Gillette shaving cream bottle, an electric razor, and a serious looking toothbrush. He had basically invaded the whole house with his presence. The trail continued to my right hand side. On the floor was a thrown towel. I placed my feet on the floor and walked to the right hand bedroom. The door had a gap in it. I knocked, and then pulled the gap open wider. Kyle sat in the middle of his bed, with a book in his hands.

“Well, you know how to make yourself welcome,” I said, “I could tell you were at home without seeing you.”

Kyle looked up from his AFL (Australian Football League) magazine, as if he reading the final line of a football article came before acknowledging a presence in the room. 

“Hey Emma!” he said, sounding excited to see me. 

Kyle looked as he always had, but more mature. He wore glasses with a light square frame, making him look far more intelligent than I had ever remembered him being. There was an obvious resemblance between us. We both had heart like shaped faces, with misty blue eyes and large lips. His face always moved with explicit expression. Mine was more sober, but my smile was broad and lit up my whole face when I choose to use it. My hair was dark whilst Kyle’s was blonde streaked. Kyle’s hair formed messy, naughty curls, but not the tight crinkly type, making him look rather like a surfy, but he was actually a footy player. I was petite and slim for a girl, and he was reasonably tall for a guy, giving us a fair height differential. 

A feeling of warmth came over my body. Kyle stood up and jumped towards me, putting his arms around me. 

“You’ll have to tell me all about that Perth city of yours,” he snorted a little, “if you call that little place a city.”

“Hey! Perth’s as big as it needs to be!” I exclaimed, defending my city, reclaiming an arm from his grip for lightly punching his bicep. 

He restrained my arm from repeating the blow by pinning it with his hand to my side. Then he distended his arms by his side, so that the veins extending around from his biceps to the knuckles in his hands became visible. 

“How was Melbourne?” I asked Kyle. 

Kyle motioned for me to sit on the bed beside him.

“Phenomenal,” he said, “I wasn’t sure I’d want to go and live in a big city; even Perth seems so big compared to this dump, but it was a good move. You should watch people there. They’re like rush, rush , rush…and the buildings…really originally designed…there’s a new performing art centre being built there…a bit controversial…I mean, things do look ugly half done…but I think it’ll be bigger than the opera house A lot more growth and opportunity. Not so sluggish.”

Kyle asked me how my studies were going.

“I was just about ready to pack it in,” I told him, “but only one more semester to go, then I’ll be working intern in a hospital for a year as an RN.”

“You should buy one of those nursing uniforms you can get in Barbarellos. You know those vinyl ones with the big red cross on the butt and the low breast line.”

“How do you know so much about nurses’ outfits?” I asked. “And wouldn’t you like to see me in one?”

Kyle’s lips bent upwards into a smile. 

“All the nurses wear those at the Melbourne hospitals.”

“No they don’t.”

“Well, my ex-girlfriend always wore one around the house and she’s an RN.”

“I don’t’ want to know about your sex life.” I said. 

Kyle poked me with a finger into my stomach.

“What about you? Don’t you have a boyfriend?”

“No. And I’m not about to get one.” I retorted. The one boyfriend in my sexual history had a fixation on his own cock and got off my wanking in front of me or the TV. I told him he didn’t need me for that. We never even had intercourse.

“What does it feel like to be twenty one in a few days?” I asked Kyle.

“Big,” he replied, “and I’m beginning to feel old, like it’s really time to think about my career and find a woman and start a family now. I’m excited about the party but.” 

My mum entered the room.

“Well, I can see you two are catching up on stuff, but you can continue at the dinner table,” she said. 

The dinner table was outside; a plastic table beside a barbeque. Kyle went and helped my dad turn take the meat off the barbeque. 

I was watching Kyle. I was watching his arse, almost instinctively, but at the same time conscious and uncertain.

His arse was square and small, and fitted nicely into his slightly baggy denim jeans. They had a leather label stitched onto the top. His top hanged down to just below his belt line, it was a navy Rip Curl t-shirt with some darker bands around the arms. His body seemed tall; and athletic, as I watched his arms extend to reach the sausages on the barbecue. The messy blonde streaked hair looked good. And when he turned around, my eyes were then settled on the fly of his pants. There was a slight bulge, but I liked how the jeans went were baggy but clung onto his hips a little before flaring out. I turned my eyes away; now conscious of what I was doing. My mum’s pale cold eyes meet with me, and darted across in the opposite direction; as if she had somehow been mind reading and could tell that I had be observing my brother. Kyle sat opposite me around the round dinner table; and his eyes pinned mine down, and we exchanged smiles. 

I felt disgusting. I knew that he could not possibly have any feelings for his younger sister, and I reasoned that I didn’t have any feelings towards him either. It was just in appreciation of the male form. And there is no genetic program not to. But now sitting opposite him, the squareness of his chest made me yearn to rest my head into it, and I yearned to feel his chin resting on top of my crown. And then a slight, but definite, tingle came between my legs. I felt ashamed again, and focused on cutting up the steak into square segments and pouring the tomato sauce over it in the most precise manner. 

“That’s very neat,” my father commented, “all those immaculate little squares.” 

I smiled shyly.

My father asked questions about Kyle’s job. My father was very much the man of the house, and liked the whole father-son bonding thing. Kyle was explaining that under his apprenticeship, he’d been looking at plans of future Melbourne estates; using various terminology I didn’t understand. Every time he laughed though, a band of white teeth showed, and his eyes lit up and his head tilted; as though tilting towards me. But I dismissed my ideas and thought it was just my imagination because I wanted his attention. 

The mosquito candle my mum had placed on the table was melting, and there wasn’t much left as Kyle continued his stories about Melbourne and exchanged arguments about football. It is amazing how much and how long men can talk about footy. My dad, being a West Coast Eagles supporter, and my brother, being a Melbourne Demons supporter, had lots to talk about. My mother, obviously uninterested in their macho squabbling, began to collect the plates, and then as the flame died down completely and the mozzies reemerged, Kyle and dad went inside to watch the TV.

“I’m going for a swim,” I announced. In my old bedroom; which now seemed displaced, I found an old pink bikini. I had worn that since I was 16, and left it behind when I went to Perth. It was a pale faded pink, and had pink ribbon trims at the sides and holding the bra piece on. It went well with my pale skin and dark hair. I had a slim body; with quite long legs; but I wished I had a smaller bust. I admired myself in the length mirror in my room for a few minutes; thinking it was crazy that I was trying to impress my own brother with my looks. 

Outside and beyond the pool gates, I turned on the pool light so that the water turned an luminous blue, and I could see the leaves of the palm trees my parents had potted in the pool side garden years ago. The air was still, and silent apart from the voices of people who must have been outside another house down the street somewhere. I walked over to the deep end of the pool. If I jumped in as fast, the coldness would be over quicker. I cautiously stood on the edge of the pool and dipped my toe in the water. Too cold. I stood gazing at the pool for a while.

Thumps broke the silence. Someone was running up behind me. Then I felt some hands around my waist. I screamed as I was thrown into the shockingly cold water. The hands held me as I came up and grasped for some air. He was laughing.

“Kyle! You scared the shit out of me!” I laughed between chattering teeth. 

Kyle’s hands let go of my waist as he tilted his head backwards and went back under the water, came back up, spitting out some water like a whale.

We faced each other for a while. It was nice. The stars were out, and the moon, which cloud cover kept skirting over. 

And I wanted to kiss him. His lips seemed big, and his teeth big and dimples from where he’d been laughing. He leaned forwards and reached his neck forward, his lips coming towards mine, but then stopped. It must have just been my imagination. I could feel my clit between my legs becoming almost painfully engorged. The moonlight was casting over his naked torso; which was muscular but not overly. 

“It’s cold, I’m getting out now.” Kyle said. 

I pulled my body out onto the bricks following him out of the water, and he wrapped a large towel around my shoulders. His hands touching my shoulders were driving me wild. I tried to look down at were his crotch was; to see if I could catch the outline of his cock; see if he had bulged. There wasn’t enough light and I saw nothing. I desperately wanted to pull his hand down into me, but couldn’t. He wrapped one of his arms over me and the towel, and drew me close to him.

“I’m so glad you’re my sister.” He said. 

“Me too,” I replied, squeezing Kyle’s torso lightly. 

With his arms around my shoulders, he led me into the house. I was becoming hornier by the second and just desperately wanted him to jump me, but knew it was inappropriate. 

Inside I drew away from Kyle. 

“I need to go do some writing.’ I said. I had been writing some stories and posting them on a site called literotica. But that was my secret. 

“Wait…why don’t we stay up and talk some more?” Kyle suggested. 

I accepted the invitation and followed him into his room. He held onto my hand lightly, and then spun me around like a ball room dancer onto his bed. He lay his own body down besides mine in a lazy way, so that his arm was pressing down onto my left breast. I was slightly cold from the pool water, and my nipples were pointing through the wet bikini fabric. We laughed with the excitement.

The door was closed.

I became aware of the weight of his hand on my left breast. 

I gently slid my fingers through the webbing of my hand, and replaced it by his side. I didn’t want him to think I wanted his hand there. But I did. And I wasn’t sure how aware of his hand being there he was. 

“It’s nice to be back in my old room,” Kyle said, staring at the ceiling. 

I became conscious of a new weight on my right breast. This had to be a deliberate action. This time I took one my right hand and rested its palm on top of his hand, letting his hand sink into my breast tissue. I let my fingers play with spaces between his fingers. 

There was a long moment of silence.

Kyle was moving closer to my side inch by inch so his body became tucked into mine. I reciprocated by inclining my head onto his shoulder. My wet and messy hair fell onto his shoulder. 

Suddenly Kyle hauled the weight of his body up by his arms; letting go of the hand on my breast, and placed his body over mine so that he was lying on top of me.

I laughed with the surprise and excitement. 

His face came towards mine, and I felt a moist peck on my forehead as he kissed me. 

His lips moved down, and aimed for my lips. I could feel my lips swelling. His pupils were dilated. He wanted this. I cocked my head to one side to avoid his lips from planting on mine. 

“We can’t Kyle,” I said, “You’re my brother.”

He relaxed his body down so it was lying on top of mine, pressing down just slightly more weight than what was comfortable, and I could feel his hard cock through his boardies digging into me above my slit; good, but almost painful.

“I am.” He retorted.

“Is this normal?” I asked, “I can’t keep my eyes off you.”

He aimed another kiss at me, and I avoided it again.

“Well, we can’t help feeling this way about each other. And we’re both consenting adults. We just code for a few of the same proteins, that’s all.” Kyle said quietly. 

I pressed his biceps as if to hint to him to move down a bit. Move down into my crack. 

He pressed his body down against mine, hitting my clit hard with his cock, sending shivers up my spine so that it was almost unbearable.

“It’s good,” I said, “very good.” My words came out as a whisper. I was embarrassed; but enjoying it, yet scared it was wrong. 

“Can we go further?” He asked, sounding unsure of things. 

I was becoming wet. I hadn’t had any sexual contact for a while, apart from the occasional self-relief sessions, and the idea of my own brother sounded kinky and was turning me on even more. 

I gave him my consent by bending my head towards him and giving him the kiss he had wanted before. I tasted his lips, and felt his mouth opening slightly so I could get more of him. I pressed my hips upwards to feel more of his hardness against me. I wondered if my wetness was beginning to seep through my bikinis. 

I shivered and became hypersensitive to his fingers fumbling with the ties of my bikini bra. I pressed my chest forwards into his body to encourage him, as my tits came into full exposure. My tits are well formed; they keep they’re mound shape form when I lie down; and the centres of them dome into the little pink nipples, which had become engorged and round with his touch. He felt around my breasts with his hands, and then rubbed and cupped them. I could feel goosebumps popping up on my skin it was so good. 

I felt his tongue in my mouth.

Almost instinctively, my arm began to move, and crept down his abdomen, and slid under his boardies. I felt the pubic hair with the touch of my fingers; and then when I felt the tip of his cock with a finer, he gasped and laughed. I withdrew.

“No,” he said, “I want you to, really bad.”

I slipped my fingers back down touching the tip of his cock. I walked my fingers down, to where the softness of his balls where. I dug my fingers into them rhythmically, feeling the roundness and hardness of his testes underneath the skin. He grunted a little. 

“You must have done this before” he said.

I felt a smile creeping on my face.

“I’ve had a lot of fine tuning with my ex,” I said, “he used to download masturbation techniques of the internet and print them off for me to read.” One had suggesting sticking a tampon up his arse and pulling it out. I had hid my tampons from him after I read that one. “He was a real wanker.” I concluded. 

Kyle’s cock had become so hard it was difficult to believe that it was animate. It retracted and swelled in my hand as I moved my hand up the shaft tightly, and then I began to pump it with my hand.

“Do you ever masturbate?” Kyle asked me.

“You’re not meant to ask girls that.” I replied, laughing shyly.

“I caught you once when we were kids.”

“You’re making that up.”

“I’m not. Once I needed into your bedroom to borrow a texta. And your door was shut, and it usually isn’t, and when I knocked there was no response. So I assumed you were out and walked in your room. I saw your legs spread apart over the bedside, with you lying on your back stroking your pussy lips.”

I gave Kyle a light punch.

“Naughty boy,” I said, “You’re just fantasizing.”

“You were too far gone to know I was there. It turned me on watching you a lot.” 

I was unsure if to believe Kyle or not. I couldn’t recall. 

“So did you end up getting the texta?” I asked. 

“Later I did. But I had to go and relieve myself first after watching you.” 

I let Kyle fumble with my bikini bottom ties now. It seemed such a jigsaw puzzle for men to work out how to undo women’s garments. Eventually he worked out that the ties were just decoration and the halves of the bikini were actually sewn together and he could pull the bikinis down. 

He pulled them down and off me.

“I always wanted to see you close up.” He said.

“I don’t want our parents ever knowing about this” I said nervously.

My holes were tightening as he teased me by running his finger down my abdomen, drawing a line dividing my body in half. It stroked through the thin line of my brazillian, going downwards and sat on my clit. 

Using his full hand, he had one finger over the entrance of my hole, and stroked me up and down, thumping his palm up against my clit. 

“You’re really wet.” He commented.

“Mmmmm” I muttered back. 

His fingers were as finely tuned as a guitarist. But his fingers stopped playing with my instruments. 

“Don’t just leave me in this state!” I gasped.

“It would be wrong to go further.” He said.

“I don’t understand what’s happening.” I said. 

“Neither do I.”

“But is it good?” I asked. 

“I’m not sure.” He said, my heart sinking. 

Suddenly conscious of my shyness, I wrapped the towel over me, concealing my cunt.

“What we’re doings natural,” he said, “the royal family’s done it for years.”

“I haven’t gone the full way with a guy before. I haven’t had intercourse. I don’t want to loose my virginity to my brother.”

“Well, we won’t go the whole way then,” Kyle promised, “but I’d like to make you come.” 

I felt small and feminine with my naked body against his. 

He reached down into my cunt again, and teased me by dipping his fingers into my hole. 

“Are you okay about this?” he asked.

“Yes I am. I want to do this.” I said.

“Relax.” He instructed me. I was scared we’d be caught.

I let myself feel the motion of his fingers against my body; and imagined what it would look like to see his fingers touching me. I felt the extreme tightness as my whole body began to become rigid and my pelvis tilted up into him. Then the new state of consciousness emerged as I let myself go, my mouth opening and tightening in pleasantness agony, my forehead tense. My muscles between my legs were pumping.

I let my body flop in exhaustion. I was breathing fast and heavily like a rabbit, my pulse was racing. He kissed and caressed me as I began to fall asleep, despite the weight of his body on my nakedness. I awoke to find him lying at my side with his arms around me like a bear. He’d covered me in a blanket.




The Birthday Boy Ch. 01



“You looked beautiful.” Kyle commented. 

“Did mum and dad come in?” I asked.

“No. I think they’re watching a TV program.” 

“I want to see you come now.” I said. 

I reached down into Kyle’s cock again and began pumping it vigorously. I lay by his side. To get better access, I pulled his boardies down, exposing his nakedness. I watched his face tensing and smiling as he felt the pressure of my hand. He was shaking heavily.

“Ahh!” Kyle suddenly gasped. I increased the stroke rate until I felt the sudden pool of warm cum fluid over my hand. Unsure of what to do with it, I wiped it off on my towel.

“That was beautiful.” Kyle stated. He gave a sleepy sigh. 

“I thought it was good too.” I said. 

“It was good” he said, “but it can never happen again.”

I pulled my bikinis back on. 

Kyle’s arms scooped me up, and he tossed me over his shoulder. He carried me to my room opposite his and lay me down on my bed. I laughed. He bent down and gave me a kiss. 

“We’re both worn out now,” he said, “good night little sister.” 

I thought I’d cry at the thought it wasn’t going to happen again. Something more had to happen. I couldn’t be left in this state. 

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I’ll tell you about the Birthday Boy’s present in the next chapter.

XOX Emma. 



The Birthday Boy Ch. 02



I walked up to my room and grabbed a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt, walked back to the bathroom, grabbing a towel on the way, and turned on the shower.  Stripping out of my clothes that I had worn for practice, I admired myself in the mirror, sucking in my gut to try and see what I might look like with a more washboard like stomach.

“God your good looking” I said to my reflection in the mirror

"Don’t be long, I need to shower too, and I don’t wanna have to use cold water to do so."  I could hear my mom yell from the other side of the door.

"Perhaps you'd like to join me?"  I said before I thought about my reply, I figured that she’d just return the sarcasm, but waiting for her to do so, I got nothing  So I hopped into the shower and began to scrub my body clean.  This action also had the usual effect on me, as I noticed that my cock had grown to its full 7" length, priding myself on being hung slightly better then most men, looking down I thought to myself 

"Why not, I've got time for a quick yank" and with that I reached down and began to stroke my rigid member with my soap covered hand.  

Closing my eyes I slipped into a fantasy world, imagining that a beautiful lady was in the shower with me, that it was her hand around my cock, stroking it slowly, with the water coming from the shower head only adding to the feeling on my super sensitive cock, looking down in my fantasy, the girl raises her head and looks into my eyes lovingly, when something shocking happened, I realized that the girl between my legs in this fantasy looked like, no... is… my mom, and it was at about that moment that I blew my load, ropes of cum splashing down on the floor of the bathtub, but in the fantasy world, it was landing on the face of my mother, her beautiful blonde hair slicked down her back from the water, her hazel brown eyes locked with mine while she licked up what she could off her face.  It was only when I felt the water go cold that I snapped back to reality, apparently mom, in reality, flushed the toilet somewhere else in the house since that was normally what she would do when she wanted me out of the shower, so I finished up quickly, cleaning up the mess that I had made, threw on my clean clothes and headed for the kitchen where mom was sure to have dinner ready and waiting, I was right.

Dinner went by rather quietly, I tried to keep eye contact with mom to a minimum as I was still embarrassed about what had happened earlier that day in the shower, I felt like I had done something wrong, fantasizing about my mother, something definitely had to be wrong with me, its just not right for a guy to have sexual fantasies about his mother.  I finished dinner and thanked mom for it, giving her a peck on the cheek before piling my dishes in the sink I quickly took off to my room, hoping that maybe if I hit the books, I would forget the events of earlier today, opening my notes I dove into a history assignment that the teacher had given us that day, we were to compare the clothing from back before the turn of the century, to the clothing of today, and that was the clincher, all I could think was my mom, as if she was the model for the clothes that I was comparing.

Looking up at the clock I noticed that it had gotten rather late, eleven o'clock to be exact, I had spent a good four hours on this project, during which I had a rather tough time trying not to think of my mother in sexually arousing ways.  Closing my books I decided that I should get some sleep, today had been a long day and a strange one at that, so I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed.

"Steve honey is everything okay?"  I heard coming from the other side of my bedroom door as it slowly opened revealing my mother standing there in her silk robe.  With the light from the hall spilling in around her into my bedroom, I couldn’t help but notice how it revealed the outline of her curvaceous body.

"Honey is everything alright?  You didn’t come down to say goodnight"  She continued as she walked into my room and sat down on the edge of my bed, her robe riding up to reveal her creamy thighs, this didn’t help at all as I could feel an erection growing in my boxers.  I turned over onto my side facing away from my mother in hopes of hiding the tent that was currently being erected in my pants.

"I’m sorry mom, I was just so tired after finishing my homework that I completely forgot to come down to say goodnight"  I replied.

"Okay honey, see you in the morning, I love you"   she said as she leaned over me and kissed me on the cheek.

"I love you too mom" I replied

"I know hun" she replied, which hit me like a jolt of electricity, exactly how much does she know?  Can she possibly know about my fantasy in the shower today?  Relief finally came as I let myself slip into a dreamworld



The Birthday Boy Ch. 02



Hey there!

Thanks for reading on about what happens next between my brother and I. Luckily, things didn’t end with last night. But they still have a kind of sad ending. :(

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I awoke in the morning with the scent of bacon and eggs in the kitchen. I tumbled out of bed in a half asleep manner and found my way without my contacts (and I am proud to say, without stumbling) to the kitchen. Kyle was behind the kitchen bench; topless, with an apron wrapped around his lower half.

“It smells good.” I said, feeling very awkward about the previous night. He craked the eggs against the pan and then poured the contents in. 

“Wow,” I said, “you are trying to impress mum and dad.”

“They’ve gone out for a run,” he said, “and I thought it would be nice if they had breaky to come back to.” 

I willed myself to go into the kitchen, and I wrapped my arms around his torso. It felt so forbidden and painful; to think that in the living room which opened up from the kitchen, in just viewing distance was a family portrait of us as kids. And we were in our school uniforms in it; little kids. 

“We shouldn’t.” he said, peeling my arms from his body.

“Why not?” I asked.

“We’re related,” he replied, “very closely.”

“So what?” I asked. I felt my eyes beginning to burn with want. 

He got a perplexed look on his face that ran across his mouth and eyes. Then he reached out across the bench where a plastic Buzz-Ez squirt bottle of honey had been left out. 

“Stay away or you’ll be real sticky.” He said.

“How sweet of you.” I flirted back.

“Ha de ha,” Kyle replied, obviously finding me funny but not wanting to admit it. 

I gave a little play full scream, and he came chasing after me down the hallway with the squirt bottle. 

Kyle was faster than me, and held my body up against a wall. We were laughing. He got the bottle and pulled the collar of my pajamas away from me, pouring the honey down my top.

“Yuck!” I said, “now I’m all sticky!”

Kyle smiled. “I’ll have to get it off for you.”

He lifted the top of my pajamas off, over my head, again exposing the boobs and the sticky trace of honey between them. 

“When are our parents going to be back?”

“Not for at least another ten minutes.” Kyle replied.

“Well, what say they come back early?” I asked.

“Then mum would scream because they’d be freaked out.” Kyle replied.

Despite my hesitations, I was thirsty for Kyle. I wanted him against my body. 

With my body pressed up against the wall, he began licking down between my breasts, with his tongue. And it felt good. As he licked, he used a hand to stimulate my clit again, making me want to come. And then just before I did begin, he reached for the squirty bottle again and he put a dab of honey on his finger, and then stuck it down my pajama pants, smearing it over my pussy lips.

“Ewww!!!!’ I laughed.

“That’s for being bad.” Kyle said.

“I’m not bad!”

“Yeah? Well you flirt with your own brother,” he retorted. 

Kyle dropped to his knees, in front of me. I placed a hand on the top of his skull. He pulled my pajama bottoms down to the floor. I didn’t wear underwear under my pajamas. I let him dak me passively, and ran my fingers through his messy blondish hair. 

“I would like to see you come again.” Kyle whispered. His mouth was at the site of my slit, and he bent forwards and kissed me. He began to suck and lick and it felt amazing.

I wriggled around in the ecstasy of it; drawing myself closer to his body so that I held him against me. Quickly I began to come. And it was hard. I threw my head back a little, letting my hair cascade down my back. I felt like nothing could possibly be more desired than Kyle’s mouth. I was becoming shaky and weak at the knees from the orgasm, and let myself slide down the wall so that my legs slipped down on either side of his torso. He bent over me, kissing my lips.

“So it didn’t work,” I said, “the honey didn’t get rid of me. It just stuck us together”

“No,” he said, “it didn’t. I want you too much. I wish for my birthday you could be wrapped up in a box and I could keep you forever.” He said.

Then his thoughts retracted. 

“Fuck!” he yelled as the fire alarms went off, “The breakfast!”

“Oh Kyle!” I exclaimed. 

I quickly put my pajamas back on and joined him running around in a frenzy, opening the doors and windows; letting in the morning air as the alarms stopped ringing and the burning smell went. At that moment our parents came in and I rushed to the bathroom to get showered and washed.

I heard my parents laughing when I got out of the shower.

“You’re a useless cook, but its very sweet.” 

My mother was saying. They said good morning to me as I entered the kitchen in my towel bath robe. I felt paranoid that they could tell what had happened; but hey seemed unaware.

After breakfast of burnt eggs, toast and pancakes, I helped Kyle with the dishes in the kitchen.

“That’s not going to happen again,” stated Kyle to me. 

“Oh, I’ll do breakfast next time.” I offered.

“No,” said Kyle, “I mean, we’re not going to touch each other again.”

I felt like my heart was clenching inside me.

“Kyle…what say…we have feelings for each other?”

“We can’t” he said

“Don’t be so closed minded. There’s no genetic program telling us that.”

He gave me a hug holding my body firmly against his.

“Yeah, but there is a social program. And that says we can’t be together.”

We finished the dishes and Kyle went to his room because he said he needed to do some work for a colleague on his computer. 

I was worried. I didn’t know what to get Kyle for his birthday; and I didn’t have much money. I asked my dad what I could get Kyle, but he just said some beer glasses or footy gear. I wanted to give him something special..

In the afternoon I asked Kyle if there was anything specific he wanted I could get.

“No,” he said, “I told you this morning, you wrapped up in tissue paper with a pretty bow around the outside.”

In the evening Kyle asked me to come to the hall with him to help him set it things up ahead of time…he wanted to get the lights and everything positioned just right. Some friends of his were flying in from Melbourne the next day just to come to his twenty first party. 

I watched Kyle’s arse the whole time as he unpacked cardboard boxes of coloured light bulbs and their cords, and found power outlets to extend them across the ceiling. I told him where to put them; if they were straight and so on. He also had boxes of streamers and there was a disco globe in the middle of the hall. 

Kyle was notably excited about his party. He moved energetically and talked fast and elevated. He pulled me in towards him, and we kissed passionately for five minutes. Holding me, he walked me backwards against the wall and pressed his knee up between my legs. It was as if I couldn’t get enough of my brother. We had so many things in common; and we were both attractive. We were perfect for each other. 

“That yellow light needs to be two more centimetres more to the right” I teased him. He let go of my body and raced up to the light to try and adjust its position on the supporting cord. 

“Hey, I was just joking, Kyle.” I said. I wanted him to come back and touch me more. 

“You cheeky puss!” He laughed, and ran back over towards me to give me another kiss. 

Kyle drove himself and I back to our parents place at eleven p.m.. 

My father was up in the lounge, staring vacantly into the TV.

“It took the two of you six hours to put everything up?” He asked.

“Hey, I want it to be perfect.” My brother said. He pinched me on the bottom where my father couldn’t see, and I could feel the tingly sensation through my legs again.

My father pointed the control at the TV, turned if off, and went to bed. 

Laughing silently, Kyle picked me up again and carried me off into his bedroom. This time he tucked me under the covers of his bed, and we slept together in a little huddle. I woke up during the night, gave him a few pecks on the cheek which he returned, then went off into another phase of rapid eye movement. 

I woke up first in the morning to see the rise and fall of Kyle’s chest. I touched him lightly across the forehead. He awoke, staring into my eyes. 

“Happy Birthday.” I said. 

Kyle smiled at me, engaging in another deep pashing session. His hands were creeping down my pajama’s again; and I was getting incredibly horny. 

“Can I give you your first birthday present now?” I asked. 

“What is it?” Kyle asked.

“Sex.” I said bluntly.

Kyle’s eyes widened.

“I can’t believe you said that.” He said.

I moved across towards his body. 

“Don’t you want to?” I asked.

“Of course I do. But do you?” He asked.

“Definitely.” I said. 

I felt the hardness of his muscles as I positioned my body so I was on top of him, my eyes aligned with his. I leaned my lips forwards. Kyle returned the kiss, and then threw me off his body, positioning me beside him, then he then rolled over so that he was on top of me. 

Kissing me, with my hands pinned down with my wrists crossed and placed over my head, I could feel the weight of him pressing down onto my chest and abdomen. He was a little heavy. 

“I’m scared our parents will find out, is all.” I said, I gasped under his weight.

He adjusted his position so he wasn’t as heavy on me, and quickly glanced up to his bed side clock. 

“Nah, its seven a.m., they’ll be out running again.” He said.

He held one of my arms to his face, and began kissing my finger tips, kissing them down following the bones in my hand, over my wrists. I giggled when he got to my wrists at the hypersensitive quality my skin had taken on. 

It was like every hair was feeling every thing he did.

His kisses continued down to my elbow, I could feel my face smiling from the intimacy of it, then he pulled my arm a little straighter so he could have access to my arm pit.

He kissed the inside of my armpit; which luckily I had shaved before. 

“It must taste of deodorant.” I commented. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered. 

I was trembling with the excitement.

Next he pulled the top of my blue pajamas off, so that my chest was exposed to him. When I looked down I could see the mounds of my breasts, and then the ledge where my rib cage sank down into my abdomen. 

He kissed me across the length of my rib bones, and touched my nipples.

I was moaning with the anxiety to have him inside me, it was almost unendurable.

His tongue flicked into my belly button as his lips sealed across it. It was unnerving to think we’d once been connected to the same person. Below that his hand slipped down my lower abdomen, sliding down into my slit. I had shaved all my hair off for the occasion. I was so wet the wetness had ascending a fair way up my slit; and his fingers moved across it smoothly. 

“Full monty,” he said, noticing I was totally shaved, “you seem so smooth down there.” 

He moved his body down below mine, so that his tongue could reach my cunt. I was breathing heavily in bouts and puffs with the ecstasy of it. He was playing with my labia, teasing my clit and then dipping his tongue slightly into my hole. Then he moved up my body again so are faces were aligned.

“Is that all your going to do?” I asked giggling.

“No,” He said, “we’re going to do the full thing, aren’t we?”

“I want to.” I said.

Having him there on me, and feeling the pressure of one of his legs between my legs, I began to came without any further stimulation. Seeing the desperation of me, he pulled me closer to him, and focused on touching me down there with his hand. 

It was only a small series of shakes which followed; and didn’t take long for the climax. I needed to come again and get the rest of the tension out of me.

I pushed his body over mine and slid out from under me so he could have his turn, as is sexual etiquette. 

I began to kiss the underside of his elbows, tasting a very light salty sweat; but by no means unpleasant. I looked up to test his reaction in his face, and he was smiling.

He laughed at the tension of it all as I put my hand into his crotch. Then I pulled down his pants, and then lay to one side of him so he could mount me again. I withdrew a condom from my undies; which he laughed in surprise to. I had put it there last night in hopes this would happen. 

"Our girl scout motto was always to be prepared," I said as I rolled the condom over his cock.

We were both naked.

“Here we go!” I laughed.

He mounted me with his naked body and I could feel the hardness of his cock pressing into me. I pushed his body down so that his cock was lined up with my hole; and where there was the most wetness.

“Are you sure you want to?” he asked.

“Yes, I do.” I said.

I had never had intercourse before; just simply giving my ex hand jobs. This was a new experience.

His cock began to slide into me. The tip was in, and I could feel myself stretching. My friends had warned me that first time sex was painful for girls; but it seemed pleasant. And incredibly intimate to have him in me. 

Slowly he went in further, very slowly, until I could feel him widening. He must have now been all in me, and he came out again, thrusting his hips.

I felt my cunt tightening and my clit being hit by the pressure from the movement. I gasped, and he was gasping to. The thrusts began to progress in their speed until I was trying not to scream. I didn’t want to scream. It was getting intense but.

I was holding onto his torso with my hands, digging my nails into him harder with the excitement. Soon I felt his quaky body and new that he was coming, and then I felt myself go. It felt like his thrusts couldn’t be hard or fast enough for me, and I felt elevated unaware of anything except what it felt like.

After I came, he kissed me and remained to lay on top of me. 

“That was the best present ever.” He said. 

"Yeah, I've never done that before." I said. I felt emotionally connected with Kyle more than ever. 

"Are you okay about what we did?" Kyle asked.

"I wanted to. And I have no regrets. It was great." I said sleepily. 

Exhausted, we lay against each other panting. 

“Up and at the day,” Kyle stated. 

Kyle’s party went well, but I felt like a distant observer. I remembered some of his friends from before he went to Melbourne; who where there; and some of the Melbo’s took an interest in me. I had chosen some black slacks to wear with a slim silver belt and a pale pink top which I knew for a fact showed my bosoms and I looked like a killer in. I pinned my hair up to a messy bun, and had chose all the right shades of makeup. And the attention Kyle’s friends were giving me confirmed that. 

Kyle kept turning around and smiling.

“Are you okay?” he asked me. I wanted him; and I wasn’t interested in any other men there who came up and said hi and introduced themselves. I watched his butt under his cargoes he wore. There was a table in one corner with a collection of his twenty first presents. There was no bar; so my parents had hired some waiters who were in the corner serving drinks on a mobile set-up type of bar. Rather limited. I drank some VB. 

I tried to not make it to obvious how badly I wanted Kyle. The party was okay; but Kyle was spending time with his friends. He kept trying to include me. All I could do was stare at Kyle’s body. 

After the party it was six a.m.. The bar had long ago closed; but some friends had continued the process of stocking out drinks. I was tired from the alcohol. Kyle kept putting his arm around my neck; he was a little drunk; and I kept shaking it off incase things would start to look a little suspicious. I kept rewinding what had happened in the morning and wanted it again. 

Kyle drove me home although he would have been above the alcohol level. It was light outside; and it seemed wrong to go to bed. My heart was aching and I felt like I’d burst; because he was going back to Melbourne today because he had to go back to work. Kyle had incidentally fell asleep in the lounge room on a bean bag. I stayed awake, resting against his chest and listening to the rise and fall. Tears were beginning to swell in my eyes thinking about being without him.

A few hours later Kyle arose, and we continued our kisses. I wanted him to suck me away. 

“I don’t want you to go, Kyle” I whimpered.

“I have to,” Kyle said, “but there’s no reason why you can’t come to Melbourne with me. And nobody there knows we’re related except those at my party…so we could have a relationship.”

I must have looked a mess after the night, with my hair coming out in all directions, my eyes black from the melting makeup. 

“It’s wrong, Kyle.” I said, my logic again coming through over my emotions, “I have to go back to study as well; I wouldn’t want to mess my studies up.”

My parents said we’d clean up the party mess later after taking Kyle to the airport. 

The Kalgoorlie airport is pretty small; with just two boarding gates; and the way to get to Melbourne is to go via Perth first. Kyle looked handsome with his suitcases by his side; he looked professional. My parents walked with us; which was annoying as I couldn’t get more of Kyle. The four of us went to the glass observation windows just next to the boarding gate and check out point; and store through at a little white and blue SkyWest Fokker 50 on the tarmac, with stairs leading up to it. I moved between mum and Kyle so I could be closer to Kyle’s body. 

Then he leaned sideways towards me.

“Do you want a good bye kiss?” He asked.

“Not here” I said.

“No, we’ll take where no one can see us.”

“Like where?”

“The bathroom. I’ll stand outside the men’s, and then signal to you when it’s okay for you to come in.”

“Kyle and I are going to the toilet.” I told mum and dad. Mum nodded, and I followed Kyle to the toilets. The men’s was on the right, the women’s on the left. I stood outside his door impatiently as he went inside, worried about the people outside that they might suspect something. A few men passed out the toilet, but then he grabbed my arm and pulled me in. 

“This isn’t the most romantic place.” I said.

There were some showers attached to the bathroom too. He took me inside a shower cubical, and he pushed me up against the wall. He started kissing me deeply, and put his hands on my buttocks, pulling me in towards him. Tears were swelling in my eyes.

“Kyle,” I whispered so no one would hear “I really am going to miss you.”

“Me too.” He said.

I rested my hand on his cock which felt like the hard pipe again. I slipped my hands down his cargoes and some yellow jocks to feel the skin of it, and I slid my hand down, palpating the balls. He moaned. I wanted to give him his final blow.

“Its good, he said, but I can’t relax, and we can’t take too long in here.”

“I want to kiss you down there.” I said. I hadn’t tried this before.

I dropped his daks to the floor, and put my mouth over his cock. He pressed my head downwards with his hands, so I took it deeper, and then with all the clam force I could master, I moved the tip of it up and down. 

He came in no time; which surprised me. I could feel the tightening and widening and the swelling and distending of his cock; and then the shaking of his body as his cum shot out into my mouth. I closed my eyes and swallowed it for him. It wasn’t something I thought I’d ever be able to do; but it wasn’t that difficult. It tasted warm and watery, with a slightly sticky consistency and slight metallic taste behind it. It wasn’t a bad taste. I stood up and he pulled his daks up and held his body against mine.

“We have to get out of here before our parents wonder why we took so long.” He whispered, stroking my hair. He checked there were no men in the bathroom, before I came out into the lobby. Some women saw me come out of the male toilets, but said nothing. My parents were still over by the window.




The Birthday Boy Ch. 02



“Where were you two?” my father asked, “Kyle, your first call had been made.” My throat tightened. Now it was a matter of minutes before he went.

“Emma and I went for a walk” Kyle said.

Dad seemed to accept the excuse, and Kyle lined up to board his plane. My parents and I hugged him; I notably longer. I was a little afraid my parents might be suspecting something; but at the same time it made it more exciting.

I stood next to him whilst he was lined up, and when I had to leave because he had to go through the outside doors to the tarmac, tears swelled up in my eyes. I wanted his arms around me again. I wanted his cock. 

We watched his plane take off, and I felt empty as I felt alone. I tried not to cry. My father noticed my solemnity, and offered me a piece of gum.

“You and your brother got on well.” My mum said, almost as if she knew something.

Back at my parents, I searched through Kyle’s old room for items that would remind me of him. I spent time in his room, just staring at the pictures he’d left up when he’d gone to Melbourne after high school, and I lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling thinking about Kyle. I touched myself almost every night, wishing he was there to do it for me. 

* * * * * * 

Now its a few year later, and I’m back in Perth studying for my final exams. I wonder if Kyle’s forgotten about me now he has a girlfriend; I wonder if he misses me the way I miss him. I have a little photo of him on my desk that I took out of a family photo album. I’m staring at that picture now; beyond the picture. I want Kyle again, and I can’t wait to go back to Kalgoorlie. At first when he went back to Melbourne, we wrote emails to each other every day. But then when he started telling me about his new girlfriend; at first it was too painful for me to continue writing. So now we just write occasionally. Still, I’ll be very excited to see him again. 

Thanks for listening to my story,

XOX Emma.



The Birthday Boy Ch. 03



"Honey I'm home" I awoke to. Sitting up in my bed it came to me that this isn't my bed, checking my surroundings, I found them to be familiar, but yet, not what I should be surrounded by.

"Wait a minute, this isn't right, where am I?" I asked myself as I jumped up from my bed, almost walking into a wall where I thought my bedroom door was.

"Wait a minute, this isn't my room, this...this....this is my mom's room, what am I doing sleeping in her bed" I started asking myself, turning around I confirmed that I am indeed in my mom's bedroom. Running out her doorway, and towards my own bedroom I stopped as my mom appeared in the hall.

"What's wrong honey?" My mom asked as she wrapped her arms around me.

"Did you sleep well?" She asked.

"Ya, I slept fine mom, but why was I in your bed?" I responded, still trying to make sense of what was going on.

"Oh you looked so tired after last night, that I thought it wouldn't hurt to share the bed with you, and its been so long since I've had a man in the bed with me that I couldn't bare to put you out" she informed me as I turned with a shocked look on my face.

"Last night? What happened last night?" I asked.

"Oh I love it when you play games" she giggled. I just stood there with a blank look on my face

"You mean you don't actually remember?" she inquired, I just nodded my head

"Well that's certainly a surprise, you were quite the lover last night, you certainly left me satisfied" My jaw dropped as my mom retold the story of our heated night of passion, letting out low moans as if she was experiencing the night all over again as she pointed towards the couch where it made its slow start with a romantic movie, a close cuddle and a warm fire, then she began to tell me how we began to kiss softly, which lead to more passionate kissing, which she assumed caused as much arousal in me as it did her because the next thing she knew I had her in my arms carrying her to the bedroom, I had apparently made a move towards my bedroom, but she had told me that her bed is much larger and would be better suited for making love. I followed her into the bedroom as she continued to tell me about what had transpired in the bedroom, how the kissing became even more heated as we stripped of each others clothing to reveal our naked, sweaty bodies, how after removing each others clothes we fell to the bed, where with only needing to look into each others eyes, we knew it was what the other person wanted and we consummated it by becoming one. It was at that moment that she stopped telling her story to flop down on the bed and look up at me, still standing in the doorway, with a shocked look on my face, to which she let out a giggle.

"What? You can't join the woman you love in bed?" she said as she rubbed her hand on the spot next to her, I felt as if I couldn't control myself as I walked towards the bed, I wanted to stop, I knew I wanted to stop, or did I? Maybe this is what I wanted, maybe last night was when I decided that it is what I want, so I took a chance, and sat down on the side of the bed,

"Oooh, playing hard to get I see, well then, looks like I'll have to take care of this" she said as she crawled over to the side of the bed and pulled me to her, rolling me onto my back which caused her to land on top of me, straddling my chest, 

"Remember this?" She said as she leaned over me and kissed me softly on the lips, pushing her tongue against my lips, causing my lips to part, and my tongue to move out to meet hers, only to have her pull away and roll off of me and lie on her back next to me, propping her head up on her hand.

"You truly were amazing last night, the number of times we reached orgasm together, mmmm, shear amazement, I lost count at 4 or 5 I think, and you showing your true commitment to me, no protection whatsoever, for all we know, I could be pregnant with our child as we speak, since this is my most fertile time of the month" she informed me,

"What?!" I replied, it was all I could say at the moment, I was in complete shock, not only could my mother be pregnant with my child, but I don't even remember anything about the night that we first made love, never mind the fact that its also the night that this child was conceived.

"Steve honey is everything okay?" I heard my mom ask,

"I...I...I don't know, this is all happening to fast for me mom I don't know what to think.

"Steve honey wake up" I heard my mom say, as I felt like my whole body was shaking.

"Steve honey wake up" she repeated

"Mom this isn't helping the situation, your not making any sense"

"Steve wake up" she said, louder then before, my body felt like it was shaking even more, but looking at myself I couldn't see any signs of shaking.

"Steve honey, are you okay, wake up!" I could hear my mom yell, that's when I woke up, in a cold sweat with my mom sitting on the side of the bed, in her silk robe, shaking me, with a look of concern on her face, that's when it hit me, it was all a dream.


"Steve are you okay? you look like you've had a bad dream, and your sweating, do you want to talk about it" she asked, pulling me to her, all I could do is hug her, almost like a natural reflex, like when I was 6 and she would hear me scream in the middle of the night and she would be there to comfort me after having a nightmare.

"I'm fine mom, I'm fine" I replied, hoping that would keep her from asking about my dream.

"Okay hun, if you say so" she said

"Your breakfast is downstairs on the table" she said as she kissed me on the forehead and stood up, walking out of the room.

"Don't wait to long, it'll get cold and you'll have to go to school with a cold breakfast" I heard her say from outside of my room, but I couldn't move, the dream still running through my head, The thought of my mom, being pregnant with my child, was this something that I wanted, to make love to my own mother? To start a family with her? Had it not of been for another reminder from my mom that my breakfast is getting cold, I certainly would have gone to school with a cold breakfast.



The Birthday Boy Ch. 04



The day at school was as most would say, boring, nothing happened and even if it did, chances are that I would have been to distracted to even notice, I had been transfixed on the images that had possessed my dreams last night, the thought of my mother and I being lovers, was I really in love with my mom? She certainly is a very attractive lady, its no wonder why she was never at a loss for a date, as for whether or not she had slept with any of these guys, I didn’t know, it wasn’t any of my business, so I didn’t try to get involved. It made me wonder why she had never settled down again, it made me worry sometimes about her, I just wanted to see her happy.

As I opened the front door of the house, glad to be home on a Friday, not having to worry about school for 2 days, I was greeted by my mom who had spent the day at home since it was her day off, 

"Your home early" she greeted me as I walked through the door

"Ya, practice was postponed until Monday, personal reasons coach said" I explained

"So, any plans for your birthday tomorrow, or do I still have one more chance to take my baby out on his special day?" she said as she wrapped her arms around me in a hug as I kicked off my shoes, 

"Well a couple of the friends said they wanted to take me out for lunch tomorrow, but that’s mostly during the day, I should be home by dinner, did you have anything in mind?" I asked

"Well I thought maybe I'd get the chance to take you out for dinner and then maybe we could rent a movie afterwards and watch it when we get home"

"You mean a date?" I stuttered, images of my dream from last night coming back to me again, not like they had really left though.

"Well if you want to call it that, of course, that’s if you’re not to embarrassed to be seen with your mother in public" she responded

"Of course not, you know I have nothing against being seen with such a lovely lady out in public" I said without thinking, mom just giggled

"Did you have anywhere specific in mind?" I asked, sensing that she wasn’t finished

"Well, that little Italian place that just opened up looks nice, its somewhat formal, so you'd have to get dressed up for dinner though" she laughed

"But don’t you need reservations to get into that place?" I asked

"Made them 2 weeks ago, table for 2, 7pm, hope you don’t mind" she replied

"Then it’s a date then, pick you up around 6:30ish?" I answered, not minding that she seemed to have this all planned out.

"Sounds great, but what ever will I wear?" she let out, followed by a girlish shriek acting like she was 17 again and had just been asked out by the most popular guy in school.

Dinner that night went by rather quickly, with the normal discussions about our day, and other such things, after dinner I cleaned up the kitchen, with mom hiding out in her room no doubt finishing up the wrapping of my gifts she had bought the other day for my birthday, so I hit the couch to relax and watch some TV. After about an hour or so, mom came downstairs, wearing her silk robe from the night before, once again I could see the outline of her body through it. She walked over to the fireplace and with a flick of a switch, it lit on its own.

"I’m so glad we decided to get a gas fireplace instead of a wood burning one, its so much easier to light" she said. As she sat down beside me on the couch I placed my arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer, almost unconsciously, and to my surprise, she snuggled up to me and rested her head on my shoulder, I turned my head and looked at her at the same time she glanced up at me, our eyes meeting for a brief moment until her eyes returned to the roaring fire that was before us, I continued to gaze down upon my mother, her hair tied back behind her head, I could see that she was slowly drifting off to sleep, I could tell by the look on her face that she was happy, it was then that I started to think more about our date for tomorrow evening, sure, my mom and I have gone out for a formal dinner before, not just to celebrate a birthday, so this wasn’t something unusual for us. I’ve always been proud to escort such a beautiful woman around town, it made me proud to think that people probably figured us as a couple and not as mother and son, could it be so bad if we actually where a couple? Mom does seem happy to be around me. But is it something she would want, what if she doesn’t share my thoughts, would she disown me? I don’t know what she has planned for tomorrow night, but could I possibly seduce my own mother, well, I could certainly try.

"C'mon mom, I think its time for bed, tomorrows a big day for the both of us" I said amidst the crackle of the roaring fire before us

"Okay hun, your right, it certainly is going to be a big day" she replied, already half asleep.

"More then you know mom, more then you know" I whispered quietly, she didn’t seem to hear me.

I got her upstairs and into her bed, tucking her in I kissed her softly on the cheek and whispered to her

"I love you mom" she only smiled as I closed the door quietly, looking back on her to see her drift off to sleep, happy and content with her present situation.



The Birthday Boy Ch. 05



Ring......Ring......Ring......

"mmpgh....Hello?"

"Happy birthday sleepy head, did we wake you"

"Well yeah, but its about time I got out of bed anyways" I replied, just now realizing that its my grandparents on the other end of the phone.

"So birthday boy, got any big celebration plans for your big day today?" I heard my Papa ask, now realizing that their both on the phone.

"Well, the guys are taking me out for lunch today, and then mom and I are going out for dinner tonight, she got us reservations two weeks ago, at this little Italian place, but only told me about them yesterday"

"Oh so your taking our daughter out on a date are you? Well young man, you are to have her home by midnight, and you better act like a gentleman, you hear me? Don’t you go trying to put the moves on our daughter, cause we’ll surely hear about if afterwards, got that?" my Nana stated, trying to act serious, but I knew she was only kidding cause I could hear them both trying to suppress their laughter.

“Okay then, I’ll wont put the moves on your daughter, I promise” I replied, playing along with their little game, I could tell they understood this as I heard them howl with laughter on their end of the phone line”

"Well, we'll let you get ready for day out with the guys, have a happy birthday hun, we love you" she added

"I love you both too, bye"

Click....

Rolling over in my bed I looked at the clock,

“Ten Thirty! Shit the guys will be here any minute to pick me up”

Throwing off the sheets and rolling out of bed, I made for the bathroom in my boxers to grab a quick shower before the guys showed up, as I was just about to open the bathroom door, it opened from the other side, revealing my mom, dressed in nothing but a towel wrapped around her body that barely kept her modest, and another one wrapped around the top of her hair. Obviously she had just come from a shower of her own.  Since it was the only bathroom in the house and we both had to share, seeing mom like this wasn’t a rare occurrence, but for some reason, today was different.

“Morning Birthday Boy” she chimed

“Morning mom” I replied, trying desperately to keep eye contact with her and not stare at her wonderful cleavage created by the towel just barely hanging onto her body.

“Come here and let your mommy give you your birthday kiss” she continued as she came towards me, the towel swaying slightly around her hips, as she reached her arms out to wrap them around me and pull me to her, embracing me in one of the tightest hugs she’s ever given me, then tilting her head slightly, placing her warm, soft, full lips on mine, her kiss seemed to be more then just a motherly kiss to say happy birthday to her son, and as I prayed that she couldn’t feel the growing erection in my boxers as a result of feeling her breasts squashed against my chest, concealed just by the towel around them, and I swear I felt her tongue brush against my lips, but before I could think about it anymore, she pulled away from me.

“Your friends called earlier, they said they wouldn’t be here until eleven, so hurry up and jump in the shower, I’ll just go throw something on and start on your birthday breakfast”

“Perfect, now I don’t have any reason to rush myself, thanks mom” I said as I grabbed a towel from the small closet outside the washroom and went inside.

“No, thank you baby” I thought I heard her say

Grabbing a quick shower, I got ready for my day out with the guys, coming out of the washroom, I could smell what seemed to be the best cooked scrambled eggs and bacon ever made, walking into the kitchen, it was confirmed that indeed it was scrambled eggs and bacon I smelled as I saw mom shoveling pieces of bacon onto a plate with eggs already on it.

“Wow mom, that smells great” I said, coming up from behind her and hugging her in thanks for making my favorite breakfast.

“Anything for my boy on his special day, although it seems like your not a boy anymore” she replied, snuggling back into me, catching me offguard.

“Now eat your breakfast while you still can, your friends will be here soon”

Passing me a fork as I sat down, I dove into the plate of bacon and eggs like a man starved for three days. As I had just about cleared my plate, the guys showed up to pick me up for the day, and with a kiss goodbye for mom, I was off.



The Birthday Boy Ch. 06



The day out with the guys was fun, I wont deny that, but the only problem with the guys is that they tend to draw things out a little longer then necessary, I told them I had wanted to get back by 5pm, but you cant exactly tell your best friends that you've got a date with your mom, can you? Anyways when I finally walked in the door the clock on the wall said 5:45pm

"Great, I should've known they'd make me late" I muttered to myself

"What was that hun, I didn't hear you" I heard mom say from the washroom upstairs

"Nothing mom, just muttering to myself" I replied "What are you up to?"

"Just making myself beautiful for my date tonight, he should be here in 45 minutes" I heard her say through a fit of giggles

"Nonsense, you're a beautiful woman no matter what and any man should feel honored to escort you out to dinner" I said, playing along with her game, the comment winning me a peck on the cheek and a swat on the butt which unless I was mistaken, was ended with a squeeze.

"Thank you dear, now out you go so I can finish up in here so you can grab a shower" she said.

Walking downstairs I spotted a vase sitting on the kitchen table containing somewhat wilting flowers, which gave me an idea, I walked into the kitchen and pulling the phone book from out under the phone, I opened it up to the page containing the names and phone numbers of the local florists. Finding one that would suit my idea, I dialed them up hoping that they wouldn't be busy

"Red Rose Florists, Rose speaking, how may I help you?" The voice chirped over the phone, making me wonder if that really is her real name.

"Yes could you tell me, do you do deliveries?"

"We certainly do, what would you like to have delivered?"

"I'd like a dozen of your finest roses delivered to this address" Giving her the address and mom's name

"And could you please include a card with them that says, 'Roses are Red, Violets are blue, but none of them compare, to how much I love you" please" I almost swear I heard her wipe away a tear.

"Certainly sir, will that be all for this evening?"

"Actually one more thing, I know its short notice, but it would be greatly appreciated if you could have those flowers delivered within the next 20 minutes or so, but the sooner the better"

"I'll send them out right away sir, the bill comes to $34 in total"

"Perfect" Giving her the proper card information, and having her add on a generous tip if the delivery person could make it here in time, I hung up the phone and smiled at the idea of what mom's reaction would be when the flowers arrive.

"Who was that on the phone?" I jumped, mom coming up from behind me

"How long have you been there?" I inquired

"I just walked in to let you know that the bathroom is all yours to get ready, and I heard you on the phone, and I was curious as to who it was"

"Just a wrong number" I lied, not something I enjoy doing, but to tell her the truth would ruin the surprise.

"Anyways I'll go and get myself ready and then once I'm finished that should give us enough time to get to the restaurant for dinner"

Skipping up the stairs, I grabbed a towel from the linen closet and made my way into the bathroom, just as I had finished stripping down and getting the water to the right temperature, I thought I heard the doorbell ring, certainly it must be the flowers, chuckling to myself as I stepped in. Glancing at the clock, I noticed that it had only been a mere 10 minutes since I had placed the order, well that delivery person certainly earned that tip, I thought to myself. 



The Birthday Boy Ch. 07



Stepping out of the shower, I pulled on my good pair of pants and a collared shirt, and adding a little cologne, I was ready to go, I came downstairs expecting to find mom in the kitchen, all I found were the flowers, which as I had requested, were very exquisite.

“Mom?” I called out

“I’m up here in my room dear, I’ll be down in a minute” my mom replied, 

Standing at the bottom of the stairs, I waited for my mom to immerge, when she finally came out from her room, my jaw dropped, for standing in front of me, was the most beautiful site I’ve ever laid eyes on, my mom, in a dark blue cocktail dress, with only thin straps holding it on her shoulders, emphasizing her cleavage.

“God mom, you look absolutely amazing, down right hot!” I managed to say while taking in her beauty.

“Oh don’t be silly, I know you’re just trying to make me feel good”

“I meant every word of it, you’re the best looking date I’ve ever had, I’m proud to have a mom as attractive as you, anybody who sees us together tonight, is sure to be jealous”

“Well thank you dear, and thank you for the flowers, that was very nice of you, but really, you shouldn’t have” she said as she came down the stairs, placing a kiss on my cheek.

“Now it’s my birthday, so I’ll do whatever I want, and if I want to show my mom how much I love her, then I will, any problems with that?”

“Well then birthday boy, are you ready to go?”

Offering my hand to mom, I gave her my answer, and I escorted my date for the evening to the car.

The drive to the restaurant was a quick one, pulling up in front of this quiet little Italian place, stepping out from the car, I circled around to the other side to open mom’s door for her as she stepped out.

“Why thank you dear”

“Mom may I ask you something?”

“Certainly hun, you can ask me anything you’d like”

“Do you think it would be possible if…um…we could…act like a couple tonight, and not like mom and son?” I stammered out, already wishing I hadn’t said it.

“Ah so the truth finally comes out, your not really embarrassed about being out with your mother are you?”

“No not at all, there’s no one else I’d rather be out with tonight, I love you mom, more then maybe you’ll ever really know, I’m just a little self conscious about what people might think if they saw me getting romantic with you tonight and found out you’re my mom.”

“Okay baby, we’ll act like a couple tonight, just two love birds out for a romantic dinner together, how’s that sound?”

“That’s great, oh thank you mom, I mean Stacy” I responded, making a mental note not to slip like that again or people would probably start to wonder.

Walking up to the front of the restaurant, I held the door open for mom as she walked inside, but something seemed different from when we left the house, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

“Welcome to The Amore Della Famiglia bistro, do you have a reservation?” The maitre’d greeted us.

“Yes, Ronstien table for two” My mom spoke up

“Ah yes, here we are, Ronstien, please follow me” He responded, taking two menus from the reservation table and walking off towards our table, with mom following him and me bringing up the rear. It was then that I noticed something about mom’s dress, how it clung to her hips and showed off her very feminine curves, the sway in her hips as she walked. I nearly walked into her as I wasn’t paying attention to the fact that we had arrived at our table, which in fact was a somewhat enclosed booth which was rather dimly lit. Mom sat down on one side of the small table, and I on the other, when mom shifted over towards me I took the hint and did the same until we were next to each other.

Once we were alone, mom moved closer to me and rested her head on my shoulder

“Such a nice table don’t you think?” Mom asked, I could only nod, since from my vantage point, I could see down the low cut front of my mom’s dress, showing off her creamy white skin and ample cleavage. Maybe it was the position we were in, or maybe I just hadn’t been paying attention, but this was the first time I realized how sexy the dress looked on mom, how sexy mom looked, I could feel myself getting hard from just the thought of such an attractive woman sitting right next to me. It was then I felt something come over me, placing my hand underneath mom’s chin, I tilted her head up to face me, when we made eye contact, nothing was said verbally but much was communicated between us as I leaned forward and kissed her lips, I could hear mom moan as she kissed me back, pushing my tongue against her lips, I was surprised when she parted them and met my tongue with hers, this was a kiss not meant to be shared between a mother and son.

Pulling back, I realized what I had just done, and began trying to apologize for my stupidity in thinking that I could actually get away with kissing her like that.

“I’m so sorry mom, I…I…I shouldn’t have done that, it was totally uncalled for and certainly not right, I’ll understand if you think I’m sick and just want to go home, this is all my fault, I don’t know how I could be so stupid.”

“Steve, for one, your not stupid, and two, I’m glad you kissed me, I liked that very much, and I hope you’ll do it again too”

Shocked at what I had just heard, I couldn’t even manage to say one word, although I doubt it would be understandable if I had been able to say anything.

It was at that moment that our dinner showed up, and I was left in shock wondering about what mom had just said until the waiter left and again we were alone.

“Steve honey there’s something you need to know, and I want you to remain quiet until I’ve finished okay?”

I just nodded

“As you already know, ever since your father left, I’ve not been out on many dates with other people, and the truth is, that the ones I have been on were nothing to get excited about either. I’ve always had one man in my life since then that has meant the world to me, and that’s you Steve. I’ve watched you grow from just a little boy who would tug on my dress to get attention, to a fine young man who someday will make a very fine husband for some lucky lady. Over those years I’ve noticed a change in myself too towards you, you’ve always been able to light up my life whenever you would walk into the same room as me, I’ve always loved when you would come up from behind me and hug me, but as of late, I’ve noticed another feeling I have for you, now whenever I think of you, it makes my heart all a flutter, I’ve come to realize that I’m in love with you Steve, not just as a mother loves her son, but as a woman loves a man.”

I could see a tear running down her cheek as she poured her heart out to me.

“I don’t know what you think of your old mother Steve, and I wont hold it against you if you don’t share my feelings too, but…”

It was then that I had to say something, taking her hand in mine, I started

“Mom, you don’t have to worry, because there’s something I have to tell you, the truth is that, I’m in love with you too. I honestly am overjoyed to find out that we share the same feelings for each other, and I know that society doesn’t accept it, but I’ll be damned if I care what anyone else thinks. I love you from the bottom of my heart mom, and I’ll do whatever I must to see you happy.”

It was then that she burst into tears, but not tears of sorrow, but tears of joy, wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her to me and we kissed passionately, our lips locked together like they were one, our tongues seeking out the other, almost tying together in knots. I didn’t want this kiss to end, but the need for oxygen caused us to come apart, looking into mom’s eyes, wiping away her tears, I told her.

“I love you with all my heart mom, I always will, no matter what may come between us. You will forever have a special place in my heart. One that no other person could ever fill, you are one of a kind.”

“I love you too Steve, you will always be my baby, and now you will always be my true love, no one can ever replace what we have together, what we’ve shared, and will share in the future. I’ll always be yours”

“And you will always be mine Mom”

“Now, why don’t we finish our meal and head home so you can unwrap your present” mom asked, once again lighting up with a smile.

“Sounds good to me”

The rest of dinner went by in a blur, with the occasional feel under the table where no one else could see what was going on. Although we got our share of strange looks whenever I would make contact with an especially sensitive spot of Mom’s and she would jump, banging her knees on the underside of the table.

Once we got out to the car, I knew that since I was driving, I was truly in for it, I was sure that mom would try and get me back for what I had done to her in the restaurant. I was mistaken though, since all she did was cuddle up next to me and rest her head on my shoulder until we got home.

We weren’t in the door for more then 5 minutes when we were all over each other, kissing and pawing at each other madly, I could feel mom’s hands pulling at my belt, trying to get it loose.

“I want you so badly baby, I want you to put your big cock between my legs and fuck me till I can’t see straight.” Mom said as she slipped her hand into my pants and squeezed my cock. Then pulling away from me, with a shrug of her shoulders, her dress floated down to around her ankles, and with a turn, she took off upstairs, leaving me standing with my jaw on the floor watching the sexy ass of my own mother as she ran off upstairs.

Taking off after her, shedding my clothes on the way, by the time that I had made it to the doorway of her room, she was lying on her bed, underneath a silk sheet, which obviously was new since I hadn’t seen this before, and I was standing in there in only my boxers.

“Well big boy, are you going to unwrap your present now? Or would you just like to stand there and look at the wrapping?” She said in a seductive voice I’ve never heard from her before. Walking up to the foot of the bed, I took hold of the bottom of the sheet and pulled, and with a giggle from her, I completely removed the sheet, uncovering the most heavenly sight I’ve ever laid eyes on. I stood there for a moment taking in the beauty that is my own mother.

Starting at her toes, my eyes moved up her body, her long taut legs, that just seemed to go on for miles, her hairless pussy, which I had had in my hand earlier in the car, her flat stomach with what could only be described as the cutest belly button ever, her firm jutting breasts topped off with puffy pink nipples that made my head spin knowing I had once before suckled from those very nipples, and would again soon, finally our eyes met, I could see the passion in her eyes, the passion I shared for her.

"Happy Birthday darling"

I moved forward and crawled onto the bed between mom’s legs, kissing my way up each inch of her body, it was when we were finally face to face that we kissed again, our tongues dancing together, that I felt mom’s hand grasp my cock, placing it at the entrance to her pussy, without having to be told, I thrust myself forward, taking that final step, there was no turning back now. Mom groaned into my mouth, and I’m sure I did the same, as I slowly began to thrust in and out of her, I could feel her pussy squeezing down on my cock, milking me for all I was worth. We hadn’t been going long when she broke off the kiss and screamed, it was then that I felt a warm gush of fluid cover my cock, she was having an orgasm, I had made my mom cum. That was it for me, my cock twitched and I thrust hard once more, burying myself deep in her as I felt rope after rope of thick potent sperm shoot out of my cock and into her womb. I groaned once more as I collapsed next to mom, who was still coming down from her climax, my cock still inside her but slowly deflating. Looking into her eyes, I wrapped my arms around her body and could only whisper

“I love you mom”

“I love you too Steve”

With that we both slipped off into sleep, wrapped in each others arms, content in the fact that we had both found true love in one place most people wouldn’t think to look. This certainly wouldn’t be the end of our relationship, as it truly was only the beginning.

THE END…



The Birthday Boy Ch. 08



It had been 6 months now since my 18th birthday, it had also been the same day that mom and I became lovers. I can still remember that night when it all came together, mom and I had shared a tentative kiss at the restaurant that we had gone to for my birthday dinner, just the two of us on what ended up being our first date as a couple. That had been what finally brought out our feelings for each other and we could hardly wait until we got home to demonstrate those feelings physically.

The moment I got mom in the door, she was all over me, kissing my lips passionately, her tongue entwined with mine in a heated game of tonsil hockey. She grabbed at my shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons flying everywhere, baring my sculpted chest, running her hands up and down it she tweaked my nipples bringing a moan from deep in my throat. I couldn’t take this anymore and had to have her.

“Please mom, not here, I want our first time together to be in a bed” I whispered, sweeping her up in my arms our mouths met again as I made my way towards the stairs. When I finally made it up to her bedroom, I tossed her on the bed, eliciting a squeal from her. As I stood there on the bed taking in her beauty, she reached behind her and unzipped her dress, watching the erotic motion of her body slithering around on the bed as she squirmed out of her dress had my cock as hard as a steel pole, and the protrusion in my pants showed it. 

As mom squirmed out of her dress, I took the time to unbuckle my pants and let them slip to the floor, pulling her dress up over her head, mom took notice of the tent of my boxers and crawled over to the edge of the bed, I was about to drop them as well, when mom pushed my hands away, and hooked her fingers in the waist band and pulled them down for me, releasing my hard cock from the confines of my underwear. Seeing the state I was in, she looked up into my eyes, and in a very innocent voice she asked.

“Oh, did mommy do this to her little baby?” as she wrapped her warm hand around my stiff cock. I could only moan in response as she worked her hand up and down my shaft. It was then that she leaned forward and I felt the warmth of her lips wrap around the head of my cock, and her tongue tickled the sensitive underside, I knew this wasn’t going to last long. I’d had plenty of blowjobs before, but those were all from inexperience young girls and all of them combined didn’t compare to the one I was getting now.

Watching mom work on my cock was an amazing sight, she was a natural cock sucker and I knew I was the luckiest man alive at this moment. Watching her work her mouth up and down I could feel the tingling in my balls signalling the coming climax.

“Mom I’m gonna cum” I groaned, to which she only responded by speeding up her sucking and before I could pull away, rope after rope of hot thick cum was spraying into her mouth, which she swallowed up greedily, not letting a drop get away from her, it felt like she was going to suck my prostate right out through my urethra. She didn’t let my cock out of her mouth until I had gone soft and she had sucked every possible drop of cum from me. Before climbing up onto me and lying along my chest, it was only then that I really took notice of what she had been wearing underneath her dress.

I could see that she still had on her stockings, which were held up by the black garter belt that she had on, and it matched the black thong that was just barely visible between the beautiful globes of her ass cheeks, her bra also matched the rest of what she had on, black with lace trim along the tops, and I could feel her hard nipples sticking through the material into my chest. I could taste my own cum on her lips as we shared little kisses and although I had never thought about it before, I found that it didn’t taste at all that bad and in fact I rather enjoyed the taste.

“I love you Steve”

“I love you too Stacy”

“You’re the only man I can ever love, there’s no one else for me, for years I’ve fought with the feelings I have for you and how its so wrong, but how can something that feels so good be so wrong?” she poured out, a tear running down her cheek as she finally let her feelings come pouring out. I couldn’t help but take her face in my hands and kiss away her tears.

“I love you so much mom, I know that others may feel that the love we share is wrong, and that we’ll have to be careful in public, but what others think doesn’t matter to me, I have the most beautiful woman as a mother and a lover, and I couldn’t be more thrilled with that fact, you’ll always be the only one for me.”

With that my mom finally smiled again, and I reached back and wrapped my arms around her as we kissed, placing my hands on her ass and kneading those wonderful globes of her ass in my hands, feeling her press her groin against mine, it was obvious what she wanted, and grabbing hold of the gusset of her panties, I pulled it to one side, and she reached behind her, and grabbed hold of my cock and slid it home, a long deep moan coming from us both.

“Oh god, I’m fucking my baby boy, and it feels soooooooo good, fuck me Steve, fuck your mommy” mom moaned as I started with small thrusts into her warm pussy, her hips moving back and forth slightly to match my thrusts. I could feel the walls of her cunt squeezing down on my shaft, I moved my face to hers and we kissed madly as we thrust against each other, everything else in the world was shut out as our bodies became one solid mass of quivering, sweating flesh. It wasn’t long before I felt my balls begin to contract and then with a twitch my cock exploded inside of mom in a torrent of hot cum.

“OH…GOD…YOUR…CUMMING…” mom screamed out, as the feeling of my juices spraying in her pussy sent her over the edge and into a powerful orgasm, her body went stiff on mine, and the feeling of warm liquid flowing over my cock came across me, I had just made my mom cum on my cock, and we both loved it. I may not have lasted as long as I knew I could, but that didn’t matter as I knew that this was the start of a wonderful relationship that would last for many more years to come. 

We both lay silent in the bed, mom still impaled on my cock, but her eyes closed and her breathing slowly returning to normal, I kissed her lips softly as I reached down and pulled the sheet over both of us. Tonight we would both sleep soundly, nothing in the world could wake us two love birds up.

That night so many months ago, had been one that neither one of us would ever forget. It was only the beginning of what would be a highly sexual relationship that mom and I would share; we had awoken many times in the night and made love at every chance. The next morning I even enjoyed the fine delicacy of mom’s pussy for breakfast as I planted her on the kitchen table and ate her to multiple screaming orgasms, before climbing up on the table and rutting her for the first of many times that day.

We had learned many things about each other in the past 6 months, like how we enjoyed swapping each others cum in wet sloppy kisses. Mom even let me take her anal virginity, during a very romantic evening on our 3 month anniversary. 

I was sitting in class on what seemed like any other day, when the phone in the classroom that was used to communicate between the different classrooms and the main office rang, the teacher answered, and after listening for a few seconds, looked up in my direction, an eyrie feeling came over me and I knew something was wrong.

“Steven you need to go home…” my teacher said and before she could finish I was out the door and bolting down the hall, three teachers tried to tell me to walk, but I didn’t care about them, all I knew was that I needed to get home right away. Hoping in mom’s car I could barely get the keys in the ignition as my hands were shaking, finally I got the car started and was off out of the parking lot in a squeal of the tires. Arriving home in record time, the house was dark and it almost seemed like there was no one home, which had me feeling sick to my stomach. Getting the door open I burst into the house, looking around I found mom, curled up in a ball, sobbing on the couch, running over to her, I took her in my arms and coddled her like she had done to me so many years ago, rocking her slowly and stroking her hair, I waited until she had stopped sobbing before I spoke.

“Mom what’s going on, my teacher said that I had to come home and before she could even tell me that, I knew that something was wrong, are you okay?” 

“Oh baby, how could I of been so careless, I should have known this would happen but I never even thought about it, I didn’t think it would happen to us” she said before bursting out into tears again, all I could do was hold her tightly and rub her back soothingly, it was then that I noticed a white stick on the table with blue coloring on the end of it, leaning over I picked it up and it was then that I realized what it was.

“Mom, does this mean what I think it means?” Looking down into her eyes, my answer was already answered by the time she nodded her head.

“You…you mean that I’m going to be a daddy?” I stuttered

“It hasn’t been confirmed, but I knew at this point with you, and I know now, I’m pregnant Steve, I’m carrying our child, I’m so sorry and I’ll understand if you hate me now” mom sobbed.

“Mom you’ve got it all wrong, I couldn’t be more happy about this, I thought that something bad had happened to you, but this is so great I couldn’t be more happier then I am right now” I said before kissing mom passionately on the lips.

“You mean you’re not angry, you want this?” she said, and for the first time since I had arrived home, I saw a smile on her face.

“Yes of course I want this, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be the mother of my children, and had hoped that I could find a way of bringing up the subject. Now why don’t you go freshen up and I’ll make an appointment with the doctor, just so we can confirm the good news” I reassured mom and with a kiss she was off to freshen up and I made an appointment with the doctor for the next day to have mom come in to find out for sure if she was in fact carrying our child or not, and as mom had said, she was pregnant, 3 weeks to be exact. 

Having had her worries about the pregnancy eliminated, mom once again became the beautiful woman that I had fallen in love with, and we watched as each day her belly grew and grew to an amazing size at only 4 months, a return trip to the doctors confirmed that she wasn’t only pregnant with our first child, but our first two, they couldn’t explain how they had missed it but it was confirmed that mom was in fact pregnant with twins, and another 5 months later, in a lengthy labour, gave birth to two healthy babies, a girl who we named Samantha, and her younger brother, by about 3 minutes, who we named Christopher. Everybody was healthy and we couldn’t be happier about being a family.

Once the twins were a year old, the four of us packed up and moved out to a new home where we could live happily as a family without having to live behind lies, and in a move that shocked mom to the point of fainting, I proposed to her and we were married in a small ceremony, we were now officially husband and wife, and we finally felt complete.