10 comments/ 79623 views/ 16 favorites The House Hadn't Changed By: D. Elbee The house was about the same; after all it had only been a few months since Mom had passed. Now it was our turn to determine what to do with all the furniture and belongings, the "our" being me and my two younger sisters, Millie and Jane. I am Robert, or Rob as the family liked to call me and Millie is actually Mildred, but none of us liked that formal and somewhat antique name. We are not spring chickens, as I am 60, Millie 58 and Jane 56, but we have maintained good health and good physical conditions for our ages. Our Mom died at age 81 from the dreaded cancer and Dad had passed only the year before. I was the first to arrive, opening the door to the musty smell of an unused house then opening the windows to let some of the late spring air filter through. It was strange walking through this small house now empty, no sounds of televisions, no smells of cooking or coffee or pipe tobacco and even stranger remembering that five of us had lived here. My wife had remained home, a school teacher, and could not get away. I knew my siblings would be alone as their spouses rejected the notion of helping, or of having to take off from work to help. It was after all our responsibility, not theirs. I sat down in Dad's old recliner and listened to the sounds of birds chirping, a soft breeze whistling through the window screens and somewhere in my mind the sound of Mom calling me to dinner. I was amazed she had kept his chair all this time after he passed, and his pipes still on the side table, but Mom was somewhat sentimental like that. That was when I heard a car pull into the drive and the voices of my two sisters as they came to the door. There were hugs, kisses, and tears, as you would expect, and then the discussion of what to do first, where to start, and what should be kept. The discussion seemed to go in a circle with neither of us agreeing. Soon the discussion broke into laughter as we realized the hopelessness of what we were doing. Millie sat in the middle of the floor and patted the carpet motioning us to join her there. It was something from years ago, the three of us sitting there, talking, and being siblings again in this old house as if we were once again teenagers. We used to sit like this for hours playing card games or board games while Mom puttered in the kitchen and Dad sat in his chair reading the paper, but that was our younger years, years before I began driving and the girls began dating. "Rob" Millie began as if changing the subject then out of the blue, "did you know that Jane wanted to fuck your brains out?" I saw Jane's mouth drop as I am sure mine did. Now, when I was young, say in my middle or late teens, I often resorted to many attempts to see one or both of them naked, but never succeeded and had masturbated many times to the thought of them, particularly Jane. I almost succeeded once but Dad came down the hall as I was trying to peek through the bathroom door keyhole. The next day he sealed off that keyhole as we didn't use it anyway. He never scolded me or said anything about it; I guess it was his way of just letting me know he knew. I had never suspected either of my sisters felt the same about me. I cleared my throat, trying to get the dryness out before speaking. "What? Millie! What a thing to say!" "Well Damnit it's true. I can remember when you were a senior in High School, playing football and looking all buff. Jane was 13 and her hormones were raging. One night she let it slip that she was hot for you and wished you could be her boyfriend." I looked at Jane, her head down staring at the floor. "Jane? You, uh, you never said anything to me. Why didn't you?" She lifted her head slowly; tears were forming beneath her soft brown eyes as I knew this revelation had hurt her. "You would have laughed at me like Millie did. I was a lanky and timid 13 year old junior high girl wanting her own brother to be her boyfriend; what do you think your friends would have said! I know my friends would have called me crazy." She gave Millie a look that silently said Millie had thought her crazy. I reached over and pulled her to me, putting my arms around her and letting her face fall on my shoulder. "Well, little sister, I hope my friends would have said wow what a great looking girlfriend." She feigned a slap to my arm, "They would not. I was a skinny little brown haired girl with no boobs to speak of? Why I was --" I interrupted her before she could demean herself any further. "What you were Jane was my cute little sister, a doll. Only one other girl ever took my attention as much as you and that was Millie." "Me? You thought of me in that way?" "I thought of both of you that way." I coughed on the words I was about to say. "I used to try my best to get a view of your bodies, you know, naked but I never did. Oh yeah once I saw you drop your towel going down the hall from the bath, but that was only a butt shot. Dad caught me once trying to peek through the bathroom keyhole but he never said anything or scolded me. I guess he knew I was just a boy looking at girls." I thought Millie was going to roll all over the floor with laughter. Jane too had this look of humorous embarrassment on her face. It was Millie who continued the story. "Rob, I dropped that towel on purpose. I knew you were looking, wanting to see me, so I let that towel slip hoping you would get a big erection and have to go do something about it. I was what, uh, 15 or almost 16 then, and I knew you were looking at us and we knew what you were doing in your bed at night. Jacking off! I'm sure Pop knew too, he wasn't dumb you know, and I knew about the keyhole because I saw someone had filled it in and I guessed it was Pop." I started to object or at least not let them think I was masturbating regularly but Jane spoke first. "Millie told me about your jacking off, I guess masturbation is the right term, and even how she thought you did it. I could only imagine your hand on your penis moving it up and down and maybe around then squirting your stuff all out. I tried one night to sneak into your room when I thought you were doing it but Mom was still up and I had to make an excuse of going to pee. You went off to college before I got the chance to see you do it, or even as crudely as Millie put it, get to fuck your brains out. It wasn't until I started dating Larry Evans that I got to see a man's penis. I convinced him to masturbate for me once but he wanted me to do other things later so I quit seeing him." "Larry Evans? You dated him? I guess he wanted you to, uh, go all the way. When did you finally get to, you know, uh, do the deed, oh hell, who was the lucky guy?" "Charlie. When I married him I was a virgin until our wedding night and it hurt like hell when he put it in me, but Mama had warned me about it and told me it was part of becoming a woman. I'll tell you, old Charlie is a damn good lover and keeps me happy most of the time. Even after 3 kids he still likes to make love to me and I learned how to keep him happy as well." "Are we talking blow jobs here?" Millie asked with a laugh. "Sure and more, much more." "Uh oh" I inserted thinking this was going a little too far, "I don't think we should go there." "Yeah we're going to," Millie said flatly. "So Jane, you suck him and you fuck him. Do you do it any way other than with you on your back?" "You're kind of blunt aren't you sis? Sure, on my back, on my knees, standing up, sitting on the floor, any way he wants it as long as it doesn't cause pain. Like I said, he's a good lover. Now that you've asked, what about you do you and Martin have a good love life?" "Yes! Love life; sex life, married life, yes we do as a matter of fact. Now that we are being so honest I'll tell you about Martin and me. We have had sex with other people." I think Jane and I both were open mouthed at that bit of information. "We don't go out swinging, you know looking for someone to take to bed, but if it's the right people and it feels right we share. It only happened a few times, but wow, was it exciting." I looked at my middle sister with some kind of reverence for who she is now. Bold, I guess is a good word, and outspoken. I can remember the time if we said hell Dad would be all over us and Mom would give us long lectures about our speech. "You mean you just go out and have sex with anyone?" "Nope, not anyone, the few times we have, uh, swapped it has been with people we have known for some time and ones we trust. I'll tell you though there are a lot of different cocks out there. Some big, some small, some keep going like the battery bunny and some can't hardly last to get inside. But it is exciting to be wanted by someone else, someone that finds this old round body interesting. You know its funny; some men want to chase the young ones, you know the ones with hour glass figures and sex for brains, but there are those that prefer us older gals with knowledge and experience." Millie cleared her throat, and continued. "There was this one time we were invited to Earl and Nancy's house, they're neighbors, for a small party. There were, oh, 4 or 5 other couples there, mostly from Earl's work but Stan and Lucille, some more neighbors, were there and the four of us really hit it off. I guess it was getting late so Martin and I, Stan, and Lucille headed for home but walking together decided to go to their house for a nightcap. Well, one thing led to another and before I knew it Lucille was kissing me, and damn she was a good kisser. Soon we were naked, as were the guys, and the four of us wound up fucking in the same bed and when the guys were spent Lucille and I took care of each other. I'm not a lesbian but a good woman's tongue can sometimes make the night amazing." I'm not sure if my mouth was open or if I was frozen in amazement. I had never suspected Millie of being so worldly or of being such a sexual person. Jane nodded, as if she was agreeing. "Jane? You, uh, you and Charlie have swapped partners? Have you, uh, been with a woman too?" She just looked at me and nodded. "One time when we were at a convention of Charlie's company we met a couple from Iowa and we hit it off I guess like you and your neighbors Millie. For a day or two she and I went sight seeing while the men attended meetings. It was the second evening when she kissed me, not a hello on the cheek kiss, but a full mouth kiss. She told me she liked girls and boys and thought I was attractive. She had already told her husband she wanted us to swap partners and that she wanted to make love to me. Her husband told Charlie and we spent that night in their room having sex." "Did you, did you uh, did you do it with her?" It took some for me to ask but I was hanging on her story and needed closure. She nodded. "It was the first and only time and I really didn't like it. I'm sorry Millie, but it just wasn't my thing. Oh sure, when she was doing me I had an intense orgasm but when I was doing her it was, well, strange and uncomfortable. I didn't like it but I did it. I wasn't even sure I was doing it right. I could see Charlie watching every move as I licked her and she finally had an orgasm then he moved me away and did her while her husband did me from behind. The next day I told Charlie I didn't want to do that again, any of it, and he agreed. It was the first and last time." "You've never considered doing it again?" "No, not even in the slightest. It just didn't feel right for me, for us, and I think Charlie too was somewhat embarrassed by what happened and maybe even a little hurt to see his wife with another man's cock inside her even though he was inside another woman. We've never spoken of it since and this is the first time and only time I told anyone. I haven't thought about it for a long time, until now." "My god, Janie, I would have never expected that of you. I mean, I thought you were so uptight, and oh hell, maybe a goody two shoes, but you've really thrown me here. Okay, Rob, we have bared our souls to you and now it's your turn." Millie got up and started to the kitchen. "Wait until I get some water going for tea or pour a stiff drink, whichever comes first, and then you can tell us everything." It wasn't but a short time before she returned. "Uh, I have forgotten what got this all started." I said as Millie returned to the floor. "Like hell you have. I told you Jane wanted to fuck you, and we've pretty much exposed our lives so now tell us about your love life with Anita. Does she give you special sex?" "By special sex if you mean is she willing to suck me off, yes, do we do it in positions other than on her back, yes, do we have other partners, no. She, she has always been there for me ever since we met in college and started dating. I was her first and we've been together ever since." "You were her first, but what about you? Who was your first?" "Do you remember a redhead by the name of Linda Carlisle?" Millie looked questioningly then as if a light flickered. "Yeah, didn't she live down the block?" "Uh huh, the old brown house. One night she and I met at the football field and we did it behind the bleachers. It was my first time and I think I came real fast because she seemed disappointed but I know it wasn't her first time. I heard later that she had done it with a lot of the guys in my class. I never admitted to them that I had done it with her. Wow, I hadn't thought about her in years. Anyway, I've never strayed and as far as I know neither has Anita." "As far as you know? Is there some doubt in your mind big brother? Did something happen?" "Oh shit! I wish I had never said that. Look you really are dragging things out of all us aren't you Millie." She smiled and nodded encouraging me to continue. She had moved from sitting to lying on her stomach, propped on her elbows, as if surveying my words. I relented. I knew I had opened Pandora's Box and the only way to close it was to confess. "Yeah, there was one time that she went to Las Vegas for her company. I tried to call her most of the evening and the phone in her room just rang. She didn't return my calls until the next morning and said she had taken a sleeping pill for jet lag and didn't hear the phone. I knew she had gone out because I called the front desk and the clerk said she had but couldn't or wouldn't tell me any more than that." "So, you think she had a fling in Vegas while you were being the loyal husband?" "Yeah, I do. I never brought it up, neither did she, but she never went on another of those trips. I even think I know who the guy was and I believe she was coerced or somehow blackmailed into it, but I won't ever go there because I guess I don't want to know the truth. When she came back from that trip she made love to me like we hadn't in years. Perhaps it was a form of apology. We've never had a rough patch in our sex life and that didn't create one either." "Wow! This got fucking deep!" Millie stood and went to a small cabinet in the dining area where she knew Dad and Mom had kept a bottle of sour mash whiskey, for medicinal purposes. She came back with three glasses and the bottle. She poured each of us a shot. "Rob, Jane, I love you and I love being here with you, I just wish it had been under other circumstances. The tea can wait; we need to do some drinking. And we have done a lot of soul baring here but the one thing I hate is that it has been all these years and Jane never got what she wanted." "I didn't? Oh, you mean, uh, sex with Rob?" After saying that she got up to make the tea from the water Millie had started. "Nope, I mean fucking Rob." Millie shouted. "The three of us have been having sex for a long time with our partners but our memories are of the three of us when we were kids here, and now its time to do something about it." She slurped that whiskey down her throat like it was water and stood. She had already kicked off her shoes and in quick succession began removing her clothes. I didn't know what to do or say exactly, I just sat there watching her strip only a few feet from me. Jane came back with three cups of tea and was startled to see her sister stripping. "What the hell are the two of you waiting on? Get naked Damnit! We've got some fucking to do and a hell of a lot of time to make up for. And, I don't want tea, I want whiskey." As if I was on a string I began undressing. All the discussion had me horny and I was ready. I couldn't take my eyes off Jane as she reluctantly removed each piece of clothing. I could tell she was going along with Millie's suggestion, but at that moment wasn't sure it was the right thing for her. Millie was in good shape but her body was a little plump and Jane was still slender and so well shaped. Her hair had a little grey in it but I didn't care I was going to see all of her and all of Millie. My cock was hard and ready for action and now seeing my two mature but very good looking sisters naked just increased he pressure. Millie pushed me back to the floor, against the sofa, and then took my 7 inch hard maleness in her hand. "Jane, it feels so good. Come here, feel it, you wanted to so many years ago. Here it is!" Jane was removing her panties, the last of her clothing items, and then moved closer to us. There were two hands stroking me and I could feel Jane's warm breath as her mouth got closer to it. "I want to suck you!" She said as if asking and demanding at the same time. Jane was now into her mode of teenage lust for her brother and I wasn't going to stop her. I nodded and soon felt her lips close around the head and slowly slide into her mouth. It was Jane; it was one of my two lifelong dream girls and I was getting head. "Oh, god Jane, that's so good, so damn good. Don't make me cum honey; please I want to fuck you." She took her mouth from my cock and it was quickly replaced by Millie and she was as good as Jane at giving head. I had to push Millie off then urged Jane to her back and I aimed my need at her pussy and slid inside her. My mind changed the time, the era, the event, to when we were kids in Dad's old workshop playing doctor but this time I got to have her naked and I was fucking her; driving my cock into her with a fury of an adult need that had been pent up for over 40 years. We were right there, on the carpet, beside my other sister and in the middle of the living room. I could feel cum building in my balls and wanting to leap out into her yielding body but I didn't want it to end, she hadn't cum yet and I so wanted to share it with her. I was about to shoot when she shrieked and her body wrapped itself around me and she shuddered then shouted "Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh god Rob, I'm cumming!" That did it for me and I spent myself in her wet pussy. We held onto each other for what seemed hours, but wasn't, until my cock withdrew from her tunnel on its own, then I laid beside her and looked up at a smiling Millie. It was the first time I had had sex with someone other than Anita, I had cheated on my wife, but it didn't feel like cheating, it felt more like following a life long dream to an ecstatic end. It was a life long dream, but it was a fulfillment of what had begun oh so many years ago, as a kid, as a teenager, as a big brother with two sexy sisters, of all those nights jerking off in the bath or in bed. It wasn't cheating! Jane was staying close to me, holding my arm against her as if there was some form of ownership between us. I moved my arm around her and held her while looking at my other naked sister. Millie was smiling, perhaps sort of smirking, and I believe she was thinking that finally her young sister got what she wanted. "Thank you" Jane whispered into my ear. "Oh, no sis, thank you so very much. I've wanted this for most of my life and you have given it to me." "How long does it take for you to get it up again honey?" Mille was lying on her stomach and had been watching us closely. The House Hadn't Changed Ch. 02 (Readers, you should read The House Hadn't Changed before reading chapter 2. It will make this reading more understandable.) It had been 3 months since Jane, Millie, and I had been at the old house. We had cleaned it out, giving the furniture away and taking most of the other stuff to charity houses. There were some things that had sentimental value to us that we kept for ourselves, but it was things of little value to anyone but us and our childhood memories. I was about to leave the office when the phone rang and it was the realtor. She had an offer on the house, exactly what we had asked for. Since I had the overall power of attorney I told her to go ahead with the sale and made arrangements to be there for the document signing and for the checks. I immediately called my sisters and told them the news. As I had expected each one was solemn in her response, we were closing a chapter of our lives; we were disposing of something that had been a part of us during those growing years and beyond. I told them each of us had to be there to sign for our respective checks. The lawyer would make a check out to each of us for one third of the proceeds, but each had to sign a receipt document. Millie was very subdued when I called in fact she was reluctant to make the trip to sign the papers. "You have to Sis; it's the only way you'll get the check. Mom had it in her will that after her death the house would be divided equally between us." "Rob I, uh" there was a long pause and I sensed some sniffing on her end. "I came to terms with the house and the memories of Mom and Dad but more importantly the time the three of us had was special and I want to keep those memories just like they are. Besides, I have my own issues to deal with right now." This was not the kind of reaction I had expected from her. I thought she would be exuberant to be with us again, but I would not push the issue. "Well, maybe I can get the lawyer to do something but he was very adamant that we each had to be there because of the will. Besides, Jane and I want to see you." "Oh, alright, I'll go, but I'll fly in that morning and right back out. No staying over and no going over to the old house. Okay? You said the 17th? I'll call you with the flight number and my arrival. Bye honey." "Sure Millie that will be just fine." I have to admit her response surprised me. Maybe she was going through something, a rough patch in her marriage perhaps, but it was her decision. I called Jane and told her of the sale, the need to be there for the check and the date. She readily agreed. I also told her I would swing by her house, only a couple of hours away, and pick her up keeping her from having to drive as I was sure Charlie wouldn't take off work to take her there. I told her about Millie and that she wouldn't be staying. "I'll make arrangements for a room at the Charleston, if that's okay with you." I could tell the lilt in her voice meant I had answered her unspoken question the right way. "Oh, yes, that'll, um, wonderful. Oh, Rob I just need to be with you, once more at least. Does that make me sound silly or wanting?" "Not at all. I've thought a lot about us and our few days and nights together and how much I enjoyed you. Yeah, I need to see you, uh, rather be with you again." We ended the call on happy sounds and the fantasy of being together again. I guess I pondered the reality of cheating on my wife; cheating with my sister of all people, of actually committing incest, again. But just as those few months ago I really didn't consider it cheating on Anita, I considered it rekindling family relations and that was important, even if those relations were sexual. That night I sat close to Anita as if trying to reassure myself that my fantasy or my incestual cheating would not affect us, it hadn't before but tonight it was. Anita was doing her best to get my attention and I was disinterested. I had to silently apologize to her as I had been in the same mood for some time, since coming back from the house. "Honey, I'm going to bed. It's been a long day." I could tell the disappointment in her voice as she kissed my cheek and said good night. I felt like a heel leaving her there wanting and not having the courage to tell her; but I couldn't tell her. How does a husband tell his wife that he has had sex with his own sister? And worse, that he wants to do it again, is going to do it again? It had only been a few minutes when Anita came to the bedroom and sat beside me. "I, I know something's wrong. It's your parents' house isn't it?" She paused to look deeply into my eyes, waiting some verbal or quiet answer. "When you came back from there I could sense that you had gone through something. I can guess that a lot of old memories drew you back to your childhood at home and to your sisters. Now that you're selling it, well --" She sort of sighed, looked away, and then her eyes were looking directly into mine, again. "Do you want to talk about it?" I looked at my still beautiful 59 year old wife and the way her green eyes seemed to be looking through me, into my soul, and into my very being. I sat up and pulled her to me. "Yeah, yeah, it was quite a time those few days. The three of us talked a lot about the memories we had from there and about ourselves and our lives growing up. I guess that in some way the sale of the house has created doldrums, there will be no more need to go there and, well, the town won't be the same. We talked and reminisced about the things that happened there and didn't happen, the people that had affected our lives and loves and we were, I guess, drawn to each other in that small space and time." "Drawn, do you mean like sexual?" I was dumfounded that she would say that. "What made you say that? Sexual? Honey, they are my sisters!" "I know, but I also know that Jane has wanted to have sex with you since you were teenagers, she told me so." I am sure I had the doe-eyed look in the headlights as she continued. "We were at a family reunion some years ago and she had a bit too much to drink so we walked around the park and talked. That was when she admitted to me that she had wanted you as a lover ever since high school but had never gotten you. I, well, I thought maybe it happened while you were there. You have been so withdrawn, particularly from me, so I had to think about all of it." She paused then looked me straight in the eyes. "Did it?" I swallowed hard and stared at her. My mouth became dry and I could feel my underarms exuding moisture. "What, what would be your response if mine was yes?" She put her arms around my neck and again stared into my eyes. "We're not kids Rob but I can't say that I would be pleased to learn you had sex with someone else. I don't believe you have ever cheated on me in our almost 40 years of marriage. At least I hope not. I, uh, I mean being with your sister is well, uh, damn," she paused momentarily, "it's not exactly like cheating because it's family, right?" I took her by the shoulders and pushed her back so I could study her face. "You mean you would have no problem with me going to bed with Jane or Millie? Why not? Isn't it the same thing as cheating with a stranger?" Anita rose from the bed and paced a few steps away, her back to me. "I, uh, no, uh, I don't think it is, uh, I know it isn't." She turned around but didn't sit on the bed. She stared at me for what seemed moments and I could see something in her face that was different, somewhat alarming. "A few months ago I went to Las Vegas on a company trip. Do you remember?" I nodded as the memories of that time flooded back particularly since I had discussed it with my sisters. "You tried to call me and I wasn't there. I know you think I was out with or sleeping with someone from the firm or some stranger, but I didn't and I wouldn't. It was" she paused as if seeking the answer, "Everett." "Everett, your brother Everett?" He is 4 years younger, a very successful engineer with a wife and 4 daughters and 5 grandkids. "Your brother?" I asked as I watched her face drop. She nodded. "We've been talking on the phone for some time, you know, about our childhood years and marriages, and things that brothers and sisters will talk about. I suspect we talked about a lot of the same things you did with your sisters. I told him I was going to Vegas and he wanted to meet me there since we hadn't seen each other for a few years. To make a long story short, we met, we went to his room and we made love. I would like to say we had sex, but it was more. Honey, it was, it was something different like a, a meeting of spirits that flowed as we made love. It was as if it was something that should have happened years ago and it was right; oh so right. It was right then, at least. We talked about Mom and Dad and how we listened to them having sex and how much we wanted to go to each other's room, but didn't. It was like we had to experience that feeling, to make it real." She paused, she took my head in her hands, and she looked into me. "We haven't been together since but he has called me wanting to meet again. After that night I felt guilty, so guilty that I had cheated on you but for some reason it didn't feel like cheating since it was Everett. Does any of this make sense? Do you understand why I wouldn't feel cheated on if you slept with Jane or Millie?" "Wait! Wait! You mean you would be okay with me sleeping with Jane? And yes it makes a hell of a lot of sense." I took a deep breath as I was unsure how my truth would be accepted. "I, I need to tell you what happened." I wished I had a glass of water or scotch or bourbon or something that would take the dryness from my throat, but it wasn't the right time to leave the bed or the room. "Yes, I remember your trip to Vegas and yes I thought you had been with someone but I thought somehow you had been coerced or something I did or didn't do had driven you to someone else. I never asked, I guess I didn't want to know, but I'm not mad, I can't' be mad, I have no right." I reached out for her hand and pulled her close to me. "While the three of us were at the house we got to drinking one evening, but I will not attribute any of what happened to alcohol. I made love to them, more than once during that stay and it started because Millie told me Jane wanted to have sex with me and had since we were teenagers and, well, one thing led to another and it was like you said, it was, it was, well, different and necessary in some strange way and right." I couldn't tell if she was mad or relieved that we had both been unfaithful. "I guess the three of us were reliving those years, you know, when boys look at girls and want to play I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours, when kids go out into the old shed and play doctor wishing you could get the other undressed and touch them just once. Maybe we were playing doctor; the adult version. At first I felt like I was cheating on you, but then, those feelings, so, so I guess I know how you felt with Everett, it had to be the same." Anita fell into my arms and I held her for the longest time. We didn't talk; we just sat there in silence thinking about what had been said in those few minutes. Finally I broke the silence. "Do you want to meet Everett again?" She nodded without speaking. I took a deep breath, "I will be picking up Jane on the 16th and going to the closing. Millie isn't coming until the next day and will only stay a few hours before flying home. I, well, I would like to spend perhaps a couple of days with Jane if it's alright, and well, you" I felt like something had landed in the pit of my stomach. "You and Everett can, can, uh." She lifted her face to mine and kissed me. "You're a wonderful husband Robbie. I was afraid you wouldn't understand that you would want me out of your life. Maybe, maybe this will turn out to be something special in our lives." There was a long pause as I expect both of us pondered her statement; special, special, sure something special. "Make love to me!" She wasted little time getting her wonderful soft body atop me and impaling my hard cock before going on a good long cowgirl ride. She was nearly exhausted when I finally came inside her and we drifted off to sleep. The next day I made the reservations and called Jane to confirm and she sounded giggly on the phone, almost like a young girl planning to meet her boyfriend behind the old oak tree. That night Anita told me of her conversation with Everett and that she had confessed everything to me and even told him about my affair with Jane and Millie. She said he had jokingly commented on a small family reunion of our own, just the five of us. Maybe he wasn't joking. What a revelation, what an awakening had come about between Anita and I. We were heading in a new marital direction, one that could be exciting or dangerous but one that left me feeling unsafe in my marriage and relationship with her, or perhaps I was thinking too much of Jane. We made love and I believe both of us used some form of fantasy that our lover was someone else. I pulled into the driveway at Jane's and she dashed from the house before I could get the car door open. She had a small suitcase in her hand and a very vivid smile on her face. "Hi Robbie! Charlie isn't here, he's at work and said to tell you hello and for you to take good care of me. You will take good care of me won't you?" She said that with the look of a Cheshire cat on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. I ushered her in the front seat and put her case behind mine. "Oh yes my dear I will take very good care of you. In fact, I have things to tell you." That said I leaned in for a kiss, careful to ensure no neighbors were watching. She returned it, and our time began. On the way I told her of the conversation with Anita and the revelation that we were both having sexual relations with our sibling. She turned in the seat and looked at me cautiously. "How did it make you feel? I mean, learning she was screwing her brother? Did it, uh, oh God I'm not sure what to ask, but did it hurt you? I mean, uh, you had sex with Millie and me and I guess it's about the same?" "At first I felt betrayed but realized she had done nothing more than me and I couldn't hold that against her. I told her about us, you and Millie, and I gave her the okay to see Everett again. He may be at or on his way to my house right now or meeting somewhere. I know how she felt because it was the same way I felt with you and in some part with Millie, but more with you. It was as if something was drawing us together and then something happened, something that was so long in happening and so right when it did." I felt her arm on mine as she leaned toward me. "I know. I felt the same when you made love to me, it was, well it was exciting and, and I felt as if I was that teenage girl in bed with my big strapping brother. It was perfect." We rode unspeaking for a time as I'm sure her mind was reeling as was mine with all kind of thoughts or perhaps visions of our time ahead. "Does Charlie know? I mean, did you tell him or did he ask?" She took a deep breath before answering. "No, I think he was concerned about us during the stay at the house but he never said anything accusatory; I think his concern was more about the vacant house and all the clutter. He did ask about the things, you know the furniture and dishes and stuff, and those things I kept. I think he was glad he didn't have to be part of that moving and packing so he didn't ask much." The rest of our trip was filled with casual conversation and periods of not talking at all. We guessed at Millie's problem, or at least what we perceived as a problem, thinking she was embarrassed at what happened or perhaps her husband had found out, but since they were a "swinging" couple that shouldn't have made a difference. I checked us into the hotel, one room with two double beds for appearances, and moved our luggage inside. "It was a long drive Rob, I want a shower." I nodded in agreement and watched her undress and when she was down to white bra and panties she disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the water running and thought of joining her, but she had not invited me. It was only a few minutes before she returned, wearing only a towel and a smile. Her skin looked radiant, her face alluring, and her smile and bright eyes drew me in. She turned, kissed me, passionately, and began unbuttoning my shirt. There was nothing to say, it was mutual, a mutual need and mutual lust. I helped as she undressed me and took hold of my hardening cock, then I removed her towel and when naked all I could do was stare at her, her ageless body that was now mine once again. We tumbled to the bed and her soft skin felt so good against me that all I could do was hold her and feel her nakedness and savor the sweet cleanliness of her. We kissed, and kissed as if it was the most important thing then I moved to her yielding breasts, sucking first one nipple into my mouth then the other and listening to the hissing sounds her breathing made as I suckled. It was at last time to taste her and to bring her to what I hoped would be the first of many orgasms. Yes, it was there, her beautiful pussy, her yielding vaginal lips, her aroma of womanhood, and the open legs inviting me in. I sucked the lips into my mouth then slid my tongue deep into her opening before taking charge of her clitoris and taking her to a body shaking orgasm. I wasted little time moving my hard cock to her wet opening and sliding inside. Her arms closed around me, her legs pressed into the back of mine and our bodies began a dance that only making love can create. It was wonderful being inside her again, feeling her walls hold my cock, hearing her erratic breathing and feeling her soft body against mine. I could feel the trembling of my own inner being as I was sure my climax was nearing. My mind began to reel, to change from the room of the hotel to somewhere in the past where the field was green with white stripes, and there were people sitting in bleachers. I was running toward the end zone and looked over my shoulder as Tommy Eagen threw a spiraling pass and I caught it heading away from defenders. As I approached the goal I saw Jane standing there in a white linen dress that displayed her beautiful body beneath. Her arms were outstretched as if waiting me to score. My running, my climax building then it was touchdown. Touchdown! Touchdown! My need filled her and kept filling her as I heard her moan softly in reaction to my semen spewing forth. It was a running back making love to his girl, his beautiful young sister in the middle of that football field, but it was only a dream, a fantasy, a throw back to years ago and dreams of youth, but my cumming was real and wonderful. I withdrew from her and lay beside her, pulling the sheet over us. The drive had been tiring and we drifted into sleep. It was dark outside when I awoke and the lights of the city were spilling into the room through the open curtain. I walked to the window and peered out at the traffic and the lights not giving thought to anyone seeing me naked in the darkened room. I ventured into the reason we were here, the sale of the house, and the closure of another chapter in my life. There would be no need to return to this city in the future, no one to see, no one to visit, no place to go that had any special meaning. I was overcome by a strange and low feeling, one I couldn't explain to myself even if I tried. I looked down at my feet hoping something would pop into my head and give me meaning, but there was none. Here I was a grandfather, a nearing retirement lawyer feeling like suddenly I was orphaned and had nowhere to go; how stupid. A crazy thought flashed through my mind that when I came back, if I came back, for the high school reunion I wouldn't have a home to stay in! How ridiculous, "get a grip on yourself" I said silently. The House Hadn't Changed Ch. 02 "Rob?" I turned toward her voice and smiled although I was sure she couldn't see my face. "Right here," I answered, "just wanted to close the curtains so we could have a light in the room." There was a tear in my eye that I wiped away using the darkness to shield it from her. The small lamp beside the bed was ample light for me to see her tussled hair and the beauty of her breasts above the sheet. "I love you." "I love you too Jane." "No Rob, I love you. I always have and I guess I always will." She paused nibbling on her lower lip. "Just some foolish old lady aren't I?" I reached across the bed and kissed her forehead and then her lips. "No, you're not foolish and definitely not an old lady. Why don't we dress and find some dinner I think I heard my stomach growl." I wasn't sure if she wanted to resume our love making or not, but I had put myself into an untenable state and I needed to be outside. She held my arm not letting me leave the bed. "You're not answering me Rob or not listening. I mean, I think I am in love with you not just love like a brother, but in love." I sat down and took her hand in mine. I looked at her beautiful face and those adoring eyes. I knew what she was saying, feeling, but ---"Honey, I am sure you think you're in love with me because of what we had before and what we have had here, today, but you're in love with Charlie and you have been for what, over 30 years? Yes, I love you and maybe in some way I am in love with you or at least the thought of you. I couldn't wait to be with you again, whether that was or is love or unbridled lust, but I like to think it is love, and I think your desire to be with me has made you think you're in love." "Spoken like a true lawyer and you're full of shit! I'm in love with you Robert Brownlee, and whatever you say isn't going to change it! Yeah, yeah, I love Charlie in my way and his way and the kids I gave him, and I'm not going to change that either, I mean I'm, oh hell, I'm not sure what I'm saying now." "You've said the right things honey. We are in love with each other and we aren't going to change our lives or our marriages because of it, right?" She nodded and buried her head into my chest. I held her close as her rambling had drawn me out of that funk and back into the reality of the wonderful naked woman beside me. I tilted her face up and kissed her, kissed her hard and deep and pulled her to me. "I want to make love again." She reached down and took my cock in hand and stroked me to erection then leaned down and took me into her mouth. I watched as her mouth formed around my growing cock and remembered how only a few months ago this had been new to her. I was slipping into oblivion and didn't want to cum in her mouth. I pulled her away from what was a wonderful blowjob and moved her atop me to impale her and watched as she rode through at least two orgasms before I came. We showered together and had dinner at a small café that Mom had always enjoyed. The food was good, family style cooking, and what we needed. "Rob? Jane?" I didn't recognize the voice but the face was definitely that of Wanda Jennings, an old neighbor and high school chum. "What are you two doing here?" "We, uh, we sold Mom's house and we're here for the closing. It's nice to see you again Wanda. How have you been?" There was small talk about how she married her high school sweetheart, someone I didn't remember, and she had 2 kids and 5 grandkids and still working. "I was sorry to hear about your Mom. I didn't make it to the funeral, I had to work. Listen, if you need anything while you're here, you know some place to stay or like that, let me know. Will you?" She didn't ask about Millie, as she was closer to Jane's age than mine and many of the local girls were friendlier with Jane than Millie. I had to laugh inwardly as I suddenly remembered the guy she married. Millie had dated him and I believe she told me he was a virgin until the night she had sex with him. Maybe that was why she didn't ask. I called Anita to let her know we were here safely and checked on her well being. I didn't ask if Everett was there as, well, I really didn't want to know and she didn't say. She asked about Jane and the two of them spoke briefly before I bid her goodnight. "Was Everett there?" "I don't know, she didn't say." "And you didn't ask. Why?" I took a deep breath. "I guess I have some sort of double standard thing. I think I wasn't ready for her admission of having sex with him or with anyone, that old double standard thing again, but I have to get over it." "Yes you do. We've just confessed our love for each other and we've made love so you need to get that double standard out of your head mister." "Okay, but what if you learned that Charlie was sleeping with, oh what's his sister's name, yeah Louise? Would you just go home and say its okay honey, go ahead and have sex with your sister because I'm doing Rob?" "No, I wouldn't, because first of all Charlie wouldn't admit to having sex with her and second I wouldn't admit to having sex with you, and third have you seen her lately? She's ballooned to about 300 pounds and I know my husband, he doesn't find fat women sexy." "Bullshit!" I laughed at the thought of Louise being that size. "We are here Rob, just us, the two of us, loving and making love, maybe for the wrong reasons, or the right reasons, or for no reasons at all but Damnit I like it and I don't want to ruin it or let you ruin it. Got it?" "Got it! Shall we go to bed?" I held her close as we slept not wanting to push myself on her or insist on more sex, but how exciting it felt to hold her near knowing it was Jane, not Anita, Jane that I had dreamed about so many years ago, Jane my youngest sister and a very desirable woman. The morning was still in darkness when the telephone rang as a wake up call. I nudged Jane but she was already awake, her beautiful eyes staring at me and her mouth forming into a delightful smile. "Good morning beautiful" I whispered not wanting my morning breath to overwhelm her. "I'm going to shower, brush my teeth and shave. Do you want the television on?" "Sure. Hand me the remote and I'll find a news program to watch, or would you rather have company in the shower?" The very thought of her naked body with me under the warm water was inviting and even getting my cock to think about it, but the my mind was thinking about the closing and about picking up Millie at the airport, and that took away my sexual desire. "Thank you honey, but my mind is on the day's activities and, uh, I don't think I would be a good partner for you this morning. Are you disappointed?" She rolled to her side watching me as I now stood naked. "Sort of, but" she looked at my half erect cock, "I think he is more disappointed though." I reached down, holding my manhood, "I think he can wait and it would be more special when we had more time. Agree?" She nodded, I headed for the shower, and she began changing channels. I stood beneath the warm water thinking of what I had just passed up, a good morning romp with Jane, but then thinking more about the day ahead and what it meant. When I returned to the room Jane was standing at the window, looking out. "Are you okay?" She turned and there was a small tear in her eye. "Yeah, I'm alright but I was just thinking about what today means, you know, an end to an era. I mean, losing Dad was one thing then Mom was the other, but now we are putting them away again, maybe that isn't the right way to say it, but we're, uh," "We're closing a chapter in our lives sis, a big chapter, but a chapter." I moved to her and took her in my arms as she was now thinking those thoughts I had gone through earlier. "It will be okay." She wrapped her arms around me and buried her face in my chest. I just held her and let her go through the emotions she needed, similar emotions to those I had wandered through earlier. "It will be okay." I said again, reassuring her and myself. Our drive to the airport was quiet, solemn, as both of us were still amassed in those emotions. Millie's plane was on time and she walked briskly to us, hugging us both, then abruptly "let's go." I wanted to ask and finally did before Jane could. "Okay. What's up?" She looked at my face in the car's rear view mirror and frowned. "What? I don't know what you mean." "Sure you do. When we were here before you were lively, full of it, and pushing the three of us together. Now, and when I had you on the phone, it's as if you have had a bad case of regret or something. Want to clue us in?" I could see her turn in the seat and stare out the window as if she was contemplating what to say. "I'm getting a divorce." It was Jane who turned quickly. "What? Did you say divorce?" "Yeah, divorce." "But, but I don't understand. You've been married for so long and everything was, well it seemed, and your lifestyle was, so I don't get it, I mean, I thought you two had the wonderful marriage." Jane was trying to make a point but her words were disjoined, until finally, "What is it?" Only a sister could get away with screaming at another like that with a question. I could hear her exhale loudly. "He was fucking a teenager behind my back. A teenage girl! On top of that he got her pregnant. Can you imagine a man of his age fucking a teenager and getting her pregnant? I just couldn't put up with that shit! I mean swapping, fucking women that I knew about, you know, well, that was one thing, but meeting and fucking this teenager behind my back was just the end. Hell, I'm not even sure how old she is, maybe jailbait." Jane and I were silent, both shocked by this news and I am sure by the visual of her husband with a young girl. "I, I, shit Millie, I just don't know what to say." "Yeah, yeah, what do you say to a bastard when you catch him cheating with a young girl? Well, I said fuck you, get your shit and get out of my house. He thought he would just move her into the spare bedroom and have a live-in threesome. Not me, not in my fucking house! I've raised my kids and I'm sure as hell not going to raise her or her bastard baby!" We were both stunned. I was glad I was near the parking area of the attorney as her story was affecting my concentration. As I pulled into a parking space she continued. "He has, you know left, and is shacked up in some trailer house with his little tramp. I guess he's just watching her belly grow and poking her when he can. Can you imagine her parents? Her daddy, if she has one, probably wants to kill him. I know I did. For the life of me I can't understand what a young girl would see in that old fart. I mean I've been married to him for all these years and I'm not sure what I ever saw in him." "You don't mean that Millie," Jane spoke trying to get her sister to calm down and get hold of her emotions, "you fell in love with him and married him and had kids with him." There were tears in her eyes and a strain in her voice when she looked up at Jane and then at me. "I still love the bastard, that's the rub; I'm still in love with him. Let's get out of here and get this over with. I need this money to get on with my life." The sale of the property had been lucrative and the young attorney handed over three checks. He tried to make small talk with each of us but Millie was having none of it, she glared at him as he tried to be funny or get overly friendly. He held out his hand to us and I shook it but Millie darted from the chair toward the door and out of the office. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" he began but I stopped him. "She's going through a bad time right now, it isn't you. Thank you." Jane and I agreed to not ask any more questions of Millie, just to let the issue lie unless she wanted to bring it up. She sat in the back seat staring out the window as if her mind was somewhere else or as if she wanted to be somewhere else. "What did I do wrong? I mean, I let him have everything he wanted, me, other women, sex anyway he wanted and now he does this! I can't, I don't, damnit, I feel like everything is going to hell and I can't stop it. Is it because I'm an old broad just not sexy anymore? Is that why he doesn't want me?" She was crying, her face in her hands, sobbing. Jane looked at me and I pulled over. She moved from the front to the back so she could hold and console her sister. The way Millie collapsed against her I knew it was the right thing. We had a couple of hours before we had to go to the airport so I headed for a park we had played in as kids and pulled into a space away from others. I just watched as Jane held Millie and in silence consoled her. There was nothing for me to say, nothing for Jane to say, we could not make the situation better or make Millie feel better with any words. I looked across the park at a group of kids playing on the swings and other devices and at the mothers sitting on benches talking and watching their young ones. I remembered back to those many years ago when the three of us would come to this park but then it was only a few swings, an old teeter-totter, and some sand boxes but for us it was something else, a respite from the house, a place that was ours as the old house was only down the block. I thought about how mothers didn't worry about their kids being in the park alone, so different now, so different. She calmed down and we left for the airport. I saw Millie look at the house as we passed and there was a tear in her eye, or at least sniffles coming from her. "You know life was a lot simpler when we lived there. Oh, I don't mean just because we were kids then, but the times were different, slower, less complicated. We had a great life." Jane and I agreed and little else was said as we drove. Finally at the airport I turned to my middle sister, "Millie, I'm not a divorce attorney but if you need me to, uh, handle anything or help out please call me." She patted my arm, "thanks Rob I know I'll be calling. Right now I'm just a fucking mess but I've got to get it together." "Millie, you can stay with me," Jane added, hugging her older sister, "at least until you can decide what you want to do." Millie nodded, kissed her sister on the cheek, and then leaned over the seat to kiss me on the cheek as well. "I have the best brother and sister anyone could ask for. I'll be in touch soon." We watched her disappear into the terminal and then left for the hotel. It was a solemn and quiet ride, not the way I had anticipated. Millie's divorce and the cause of it had an affect on the wonderful plans I had for Jane. I looked over at her and she was looking out the window, away from me, and I knew it had affected her too. "Would you like to do something, I mean, other than go back to the room?" She turned to me, gave me a slight smile, "Yeah, I'd like to have a drink; a big fucking drink." Jane rarely cursed so hearing it told me she had been affected as well. We sat in the hotel bar, two vodka martinis and we were talking, really the talking was minimal as we just sat there perhaps both contemplating what we were doing here together and what affect it was having on other people. "Rob. Do you really know how Anita feels? I mean, I know what you said and what you told me she said, but is she really comfortable with this, this, um, sleeping with someone else?" "I wish I could say positively that she is, I mean, she did tell me about her liaison with her brother and wanting to do it again, so by that I felt she was serious." I took a long drink of that martini. "I guess I really don't know and that is sad isn't it? What made you ask that?" "Millie, I think. I mean now she's going through a tough time because she caught her husband screwing a young girl and, well, I, uh, guess it got me to thinking about us and our relationships with our spouses. Oh, I know it isn't the same but still we are screwing around, you know?" "It isn't the same, not by a long shot. Right?" "Right. I love you Robbie." I looked over at Jane and she was staring straight at me and a small smile was creeping across her face. "Let's go upstairs." I followed her from the bar and once in the room she excused herself to the bathroom only to emerge naked, carrying her clothing over her arm. She tossed her clothes on the chair and laid on the bed, her legs open toward me, her arms out, "Please make love to me Rob. Please, once more? I can't leave here with Millie's problem affecting everything I do and want to do. Make love to me!" I stripped my clothes away and joined her. The softness of her skin felt so wonderful beneath my hands, against my legs, against my now needing hardness. We kissed, the deep searching kisses that lovers do and let our hands roam each other finding the spots that drive each other crazy. Her breasts felt so good beneath my hands and the nipples began to grow needing my further attention. They tasted wonderful and I could feel her body arch beneath me as I suckled. I began moving down to taste her womanhood but she put her hands on my shoulders, tugging me upward. "No! Please! Please get inside me!" I wasted little time entering her, entering that wet opening that allowed me to slide fully inside in one movement. She brought her legs up around my waist and her hands were pressing into my back as I began to thrust and withdraw. There were small sounds coming from her throat and I believe my breathing was now as noisy as her small sounds. She was ready, so ready and I felt her body shake with orgasm and the warm wet fluids flow from her to surround my cock. I was happy she had cum and now it was my turn as I pummeled her harder and felt the semen moving upward and then shooting from my cock into her willing body. "No. No. Stay inside me, please Robbie." She demanded as I had begun to withdraw from her and be beside her. I stayed there until my cock shriveled and forced me to slip from her very wet opening. I rolled to my back and she rolled with me, putting her arm across my chest, a leg across mine, and I could feel the wetness of her pussy on my hip. We stayed there, quiet, unmoving until I pulled a sheet over us and we drifted into sleep. It was later, the sun dropping in the west when I awoke to see her standing at the window, something held to her front. "Jane?" She half turned to look at me and I think she was crying. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" "I'm fine, just looking at the town, maybe my last look. You know Robbie ..." She didn't get to finish her thought as the phone rang and she answered. I could tell it was Charles calling her by the way she responded. She sat on the edge of the bed and the conversation soon became one that did not include me. I made my way to the bathroom and into the shower. The water was wonderfully warm as it cascaded over me washing away the beautiful lingering smell of Jane's sex and the day's perspiration. I stayed perhaps too long under the spray but somehow I didn't want to hear her conversation with her husband. I lingered as long as I could, brushing my teeth, deodorant, everything I could think of before I stepped naked into the room. "I love you too and see you tomorrow." She said in a very up voice as I made my way to the suitcase and a pair of boxer shorts. She looked at me as I stepped into my underwear and was looking at my eyes, not my manhood. "I'm famished. Let me get a shower and we'll get some dinner. Okay?" She walked naked past me to the bathroom. I was hoping she would stop for a kiss or a hug, but I got neither and I did not reach out for her. We had dinner in the hotel's restaurant and returned to the room. She told me some about her conversation with her husband and she was very upbeat about the whole thing. We talked some about Millie but not much, and said nothing about our time together. The House Hadn't Changed Ch. 02 As we entered the room the phone was ringing and I answered as I thought perhaps it was Anita. She was distraught and almost in tears. "Everett called and said he couldn't meet me. He was, oh I don't know how to describe it, but he seemed remorseful and scared. Penny accused him of having an affair and going to Las Vegas to be with his mistress and he wants me to call her and assure her it wasn't like that, that he and I, that we, that we had met and just talked. Oh, honey, I haven't called and not sure what to do." "Call Penny, tell her that yes, you saw him in Vegas as the two of you hadn't seen each other in years and the meeting was one of convenience. You don't have to go into any details. I don't mean lie just don't give her moment to moment details. What else did Everett say?" "He apologized that he couldn't meet me and I truly understood. Rob, I, uh, I felt relieved as I wasn't sure I wanted to be with him again. I mean it sounded so exciting after seeing him before but it scared me, it scared the shit out of me that it could come between us and destroy us. I mean I know you're there with you sister and, well, you had your own plans but ..." I took over the conversation at this point to interject a lie of my own. "Yes, we are here and, well, things didn't take the same turn as I had thought. You are right, it is scary and I don't want anything to destroy us either. We are leaving early in the morning because Charles has plans for the two of them and he wants her home too. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon and we'll plan a little getaway, just the two of us. Go ahead and call Penny. Get that straightened out for you and Everett. I love you." She replied the same and ended our call. Jane had changed into her nightgown while I was on the phone. "We're leaving early? I didn't hear that in our plans. Is everything alright with Anita?" "Yeah, well, yes and no. Everett canceled their plans and his wife has accused him of having an affair with someone. It's a long story but I know Anita will take care of it." "You, uh, you sort of lied to her didn't you?" "No, not lie; just not tell the whole truth your honor. I didn't need to hurt her by telling her how great it has been with you but sort of used the downer of Millie's predicament as a way of leaving out the facts and having something to fall back on later." Jane moved to the bed opposite of where I sat, slid beneath the covers and propped herself on one elbow. "It is scary isn't it? I mean just today I was confessing my undying love for you like some love struck high school girl; like some virgin who just found out how great sex can be; and then my husband calls, tells me he misses me, loves me, and wants to take me away on a second honeymoon. He used all the right words Rob, all the right things to tell me he loves me, really loves me. I can't destroy that." I started to slide beneath the covers beside her but she stopped me. "No honey, no. You sleep over there tonight and I'll be over here. I think it is best for both of us. That way neither of us has to lie to our spouse." I just nodded in agreement as she was right, very right. Our tryst had come to an end and that too was right. It was time to keep quiet and not get into a discussion. A decision had been made albeit not one I had expected, but probably a right one. I opened the curtain to let the lights of the city fill the room one last time then switched off the light and laid atop the bed thinking of all of it. "Good night Jane." "Good night Rob. I do love you, you know?" "Uh huh, I know." When she showered the next morning I dared myself to get in with her but I didn't although I did share the bathroom so I could get one last long and wonderful look at her ageless beauty. She slid the shower curtain back and had the towel wrapped around her hair. She noticed me looking and smiled, not trying to cover her nakedness. Charles is such a lucky bastard, I thought to myself, then remembered that I also knew how lucky and how marvelous a woman she is. As we drove I entered into her conversation of last night, about not destroying our marriages. "Jane, what we have, or had, is something no one can take away. We were living in the past, a wonderful exciting past that drew our desire for each other into the present and we took advantage of it. You should have no regrets, I don't. We didn't force each other to do something; it was what we wanted, at least at the time. After all, we are adults with adult feelings. I feel like I'm rambling. Am I making any sense?" "Yes and thank you. You just made everything easier for me. I was worried I had upset you by not being with you again and that maybe somehow I had forced you to be with me talking about how I wanted you when I was young or that I had let Millie push us together. It wasn't was it? It was something that just had to happen, something that had to run its course. No, no regrets about any of it. I found a wonderful love with my big brother and enjoyed every minute in your arms. I have memories now Rob; memories of what that teenage girl wanted; wanting her brother to take her away, to make her a woman. You finally did." I just looked over at her and smiled at the intelligence of my little sister and how she had just put everything in the right perspective. We were going to be alright. We did discuss Millie and how each of us would reach out to her and offer support. And no, Millie may have been the catalyst of our relationship but she didn't push, at least not very hard. I have those memories myself, not just Jane but Millie as well; dreams a teenage boy had about wanting to have his sisters. I finally did. When I got to her house Charles was standing in the doorway and pulled my sister into his arms with a very welcome home kiss. I smiled, waved, and pulled away. They were going to be alright. As I entered my own home Anita ran to me, wrapped her arms around me in a giant hug and kissed me passionately. I happily edged her forward, toward our bedroom, and in the early afternoon two naked older familiar lovers, spouses, incestual victims of time dreams and memories, made love, and gave their undying love in words and deeds to the other. It was as it should be. We will be alright. The House Hadn't Changed "It will be a while sis." "Not too long I hope. I need to feel that in me big brother. We've got to consummate this brotherly sisterly thing we got going here." That made the 3 of us laugh and we sat around sharing the whiskey, talking, touching, rubbing, and Millie sucking me to full hardness. She wanted to take the lead and be on top. She mounted me, reaching between us and holding my cock to her opening then sitting down until I was fully inside her. She began bucking, moving back and forth, and moaning. Her eyes were closed and she was lost in the feeling of my cock inside her and the orgasm she was moving toward. I guess my first time with Jane helped, but I had always been one that could last longer if I was on my back, Anita had learned that and used it when she was particularly horny. Millie was moaning then shouting, "Fuck! Fuck! Make me come baby, I'm cumming Robbie, I'm cumming!" I watched her body move faster then shake as her head lolled back and her mouth opened in a silent scream and she had her orgasm. Her breathing was erratic as if she had just run a mile or two and she leaned forward on her arms. "That was wonderful honey", she whispered, "but you didn't cum. I can still feel you in there." She looked over at Jane and nodded. Jane rose and replaced her atop me, impaling herself on my sticky cock and began her movements to our mutual orgasm. Jane, slender, still lovely in her maturity, was bouncing with her eyes tightly closed and her mouth open in a silent moan. Her breasts were smaller than Millie's but the nipples were large. I reached for each breast feeling the nipples against my palms then twirling and kneading them as she rode me. I concentrated on her body, her face, her hair, and her sounds as she rode me toward her climax. It kept me from feeling myself impaled inside her and held back my cumming. Not bad for an old man but a man that right then was not old, was 17 or 18 and fucking his beautiful young sisters, playing doctor for real in the old workshop. Jane emitted some guttural sounds then cried out, "I'm cumming honey, I'm cumming! I'm coming again!" and I could feel her body juices flowing on my cock and stomach but still I was hard and holding fort against my own climax. She shook, sat still on top of me, then collapsed against my chest still shuddering as the last throes of her cum ran through her. I could feel her pussy throbbing on my cock like the muscles were contracting and relaxing from her orgasm. Jane rolled from me to her back. Millie choked out a laugh "you're still hard Robbie. My god, don't you ever cum?" She reached out and took my sticky cock in her hand and began stroking me then edged closer and took me in her mouth. Through her mumbles I heard her say to Jane, "you don't taste too bad sis," then she went back to sucking me off. She was successful and I know I shot a blast deep into the back of her mouth before she pulled away and watched the remainder of my semen drip onto my stomach. I was, well, being in heaven may not be the right term, but I was probably the happiest man on earth at that moment. I had fucked both my sisters and had a great blow job. Who could ask for more? Millie still naked brewed some more tea, we all sipped the whiskey, and sat around naked talking about the years, about us, about Mom and Dad and just being the siblings we had always wanted to be. We shared stories about our kids, about grandkids, about kids we had known in this old neighborhood, more about our respective spouses and the day turned into night as we sat with only a small lamp to light the room. I couldn't take my eyes away from the two pussies that opened before me, or the mature breasts that were now mine to touch or suckle. Millie looked down at her glass, "I don't want this to end" she said as she rose to close the curtains and seal off the outside world "What to end?" Jane reached out for her as she questioned. "This. This being naked, this being so close, this, oh shit, this fucking, this beautiful sex Damnit! I don't want it to end so quickly because I like it. I don't think I've ever felt closer to the two of you than I do now. Do you think I'm a whore? I don't think so, but for some reason this just feels so right; something we just had to do, something we have to do again. I mean before, when I was talking about my husband and I swapping, well, it was one thing, but this, this is different. Isn't it?" We moved into a group hug with Millie in the middle. During the hug I felt a hand on my cock, stroking it, and I knew it wasn't going to end very soon. I turned to look at Jane and her face moved to mine and then into a very passionate kiss. I felt Millie pull back as though she was watching the two of us. Jane too pulled back, still looking at me, and then Jane answered "No, no I don't think you're a whore and neither am I and neither is Rob. Yes, sis it does feel so right, so very right and I don't' want it to end either. Please Rob." Jane returned to kissing me and I was getting aroused again and it surprised me because of my age and the amount of sex we had only a short time before. Then I felt a mouth engulf my cock and it was Millie. I was hard, leaning back against the couch, Millie released me and Jane straddled me holding my cock at her opening then sitting down, pushing herself all the way down, my cock sliding into her already wet pussy. For the third time that day we were once again incestual lovers. Her hands were on my shoulders, her eyes closed, and her mouth slightly open as she rode me and moaned. I held her beautiful breasts squeezing the nipples, feeling the roundness of each orb, then rubbed her back down to her ass and held her as she rode and I could see by her face that her orgasm was approaching. Her mouth was clenched, her eyes tightly closed, her moans coming from deep inside her and then she shrieked as her orgasm swept over her and she collapsed against me. Yes, I was still hard, and she stayed atop me, the muscles of her pussy clenching me inside her as if trying to get the very last of her sensual feelings before she withdrew. She threw her legs over, moving beside me, then kissed me again just as passionately as she had before and I felt another pair of legs straddle me and once again my cock was sliding into a wet and ready pussy. She rode me just as Jane had, hard, fast, up and down, back and forth, swaying and moaning and then encouraging me, "cum for me Robbie, cum inside me honey. I want to feel your cum baby." She was working me, working me well, and I could feel the flow begin in my balls and I knew it was cumming. "I'm cumming Millie, cumming now!" and it flowed from me into her and then out, settling on my stomach and balls, and I heard her moan and hiss, "Yesssss!" and then stop her movement. She kissed me, just as Jane had, just as passionately, just as deep and sincere. The girls sat on either side of me, all leaning against the sofa. Millie reached out and touched my now very soft cock, slick with mix of the three of us. "As much as I don't want to, I think we need to clean up. It's getting late." She looked at Jane who nodded. We did, we wiped away wet fluids from the carpet and noted where we would have to work on stains tomorrow. We put the glasses and cups away then we showered, together, in the small tub with its plastic curtain and laughed about the day and the fact the bathroom door was open, I wouldn't have to peek. I went to the room I had used for many years and slipped beneath the covers, naked, and was soon joined by Jane. Millie uttered a good night and went to another room. The bed wasn't big enough for three to sleep. It was amazing having Jane snuggled next to me, her soft body crushed against me and her arm across me. It felt right, if felt like something that had been missing for over 40 years, it felt wonderful. "Good night girlfriend." I whispered to her and she snuggled even closer, tighter to me. The next morning I awoke to a naked body beside me and immediately thought of Anita, that it was her still desirable body beside me but as the early morning fog lifted from my thoughts I remembered Jane. Her back was to me and she seemed to be sleeping soundly but I didn't let that deter me from running my hands up and down her legs and ass until I heard her mutter and roll to her back. Her eyes opened and she looked at me, "morning Robbie. Did you sleep well?" "Sure honey, very well, how about you?" She nodded her head then I felt her hand reach for my cock. "I've gotta pee sis. Hold that thought." I was passing a stream of golden liquid into the commode and saw Jane from the corner of my eye, leaning against the door frame watching me. I shook the last droplets from my cock, stared at her fantastic naked body and stepped back as she moved toward the facility. Her hands were on my hips as she sat down, began relieving herself, and staring at my now hardening cock. Once she had cleaned herself she rose, held my cock lightly, and then said "I want you." We moved back to the bed, began kissing and touching, and I was once again inside her pumping my cock in and out of her wet and waiting pussy, wanting it to last as long as possible. I was cumming and couldn't hold any longer so I filled her cavity with my morning cum and relaxed atop her. She let out some sort of giggle then said "you can't hold out in the morning, huh?" "Nah, I guess not. I've always been a, uh, quick draw in the morning. Just one of my drawbacks I guess." "Not to worry, I got what I wanted." With that we rose, showered, and went to the kitchen where Millie already had coffee going. "Can I assume you two fucked this morning? Actually, I know you did. I heard you. This is a small house you know." "Millie, you don't have to be so crass about it!" "Janie, my darling sister, being crass is one thing I do best, other than fuck and give great head. At my age people expect me to be crass or crabby or something, so I do. Now, how was the fuck this morning?" We both nodded. "So, can I assume that sometime today brother you will return the favor to your other sister?" I nodded as I sipped the great coffee. "Good! Then I'll go shower and get my body ready for you." "Wait! Wait, Millie. Don't you think we should start on the house, you know at least make some decisions on what goes where or gets tossed or goes to a thrift store? I mean, that's what we really came here for. The realtor will be here in two days to look at the property so we have to, well, get things ready." She looked at me with a crooked smile across her face. "If I didn't know that you're right I would swear you are trying to get out of fucking me." "No honey, just delaying it until a more appropriate and perhaps more pleasurable time." Millie showered, Jane prepared some breakfast, and soon we began the arduous task of deciding which items were to be disposed of or separating them for our ownership. I think there were tears from all three of us as we went through things that had long survived and had been part of our early lives. For the remainder of the day we were not lovers, we were children going through our parent's belongings and sharing some stories of our childhood that were generated by some of the items. The house was now full of boxes, sacks, and trash bags filled with clothing, books, sewing items, and memorabilia, and there was still one more room to go through. The day had settled into night and our mature bodies were feeling the tension and stress of lifting and moving all these items. I pulled the whiskey from the cabinet and poured three glasses. "I think we could use some of this to, uh, relieve pain or relax some sore muscles after all it was Mom and Dad's for medicinal purposes." We toasted the old house, the memories we had, and the love we shared with two other people. "I'm going to soak in the tub," Millie quietly announced. "Robbie, will you be so kind to wash my back?" I knew it was an invitation that had been looming all day. Jane smiled, "I'll pick up and see what we have to snack on. I don't remember eating much today." The tub was filled with warm water and two naked bodies. Millie sat against me, her back to me, and relaxed. "This is great. I feel so relaxed and happy hon. We've had a hard day but, well, I don't want to get maudlin but the three of us will never be the same again. Do you know that?" "Yeah, I know. We're not the same people we were a couple of days ago." "Oh, we're the same people, we just didn't know then what we know now." "Incest" I said sort of bluntly. "I guess we're breaking the law or some moral code by doing what we have but we're not hurting anyone, not even ourselves or our spouses. Maybe, maybe this old house has thrown us into some, I don't know, uh, time warp I guess, into those years when we were kids and our, how did you put it, oh yeah, our hormones were raging, but at our ages it doesn't really matter." I felt her hand come around and find my cock. "Mmm, honey, I think something else is raging and we need to take care of it." We dried ourselves and went to the bedroom she had occupied last night. We kissed the same passionate kisses we had shared the day before and pressed our bodies into a small tight package. I could feel her breasts pushing into my chest and her stomach against my cock. She broke the kiss to push me back onto the bed and then she took my cock in her mouth and I closed my eyes. She was good at giving head and I wanted to enjoy it. I had to push her away before I filled her mouth with my semen. "I want to eat you" I whispered to her as I rolled her to her back. She tasted like a woman, a clean woman, and her clit was a swollen small penis that needed my mouth and tongue. Her hands were on my head keeping me against her clit and I felt her woman cum fill my mouth as she reached a climax. I moved up on the bed and she came with me, atop me and put my cock against her wet opening and lowered herself until I was fully engulfed. She began rising and lowering her body, rocking, and moaning and I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting against my cock. It was many moments before she moaned loudly and her body began to shake then she collapsed onto me. "Don't move" she whispered. I didn't. I was still inside her as she rose again but this time turned so her back was to me and began riding my cock again. I could feel her hands on my legs then my feet as she rode me to another orgasm. I could see Jane standing in the doorway, watching, and I wanted her to join us but as Millie came, she left. I hadn't cum yet but Millie used her hands and expert mouth to give me relief. I remember her pulling the bed sheet over us and then the welcome darkness of sleep took over. I could smell coffee when I awoke and felt Millie still beside me, still asleep, so I knew Jane was up. I slipped from the bed and pulled on a pair of shorts and headed to the kitchen. Jane was wearing a short cotton robe and her back was to me, so I crept into the kitchen as quietly as possible and put my arms around her pulling her back against me. "Morning, Robbie. Did you sleep well?" "Great; how about you?" She stopped what she was doing and hesitated before she spoke. I knew something was on her mind. "I, well, I only slept with you one night, I mean sleeping, not sex, but that one night was so, so, so very special to me. I was that teenager again but this time I was in bed with my big brother and it was --". I turned her and kissed her. I was ashamed I hadn't brushed my teeth but it didn't seem to matter to her. "I know honey, I know. You are special to me, you're both special to me and our night together was the best." She turned again, rapidly with her back to me. She began to sniffle a little. "I don't know what's wrong, at least, well, you know, I mean it was so wonderful and everything I had dreamed of for all those years. I know I love you, I mean after all you're my brother, but, oh my god, a woman my age cannot suddenly fall in love with someone else, and definitely not her brother. " She paused long enough to step back from me and stare into my eyes. "I, I have a confession. I do love you, I mean I did love you; I was in love with you. I, you, uh, you were 18 or 19 and I was 15 and I, I wanted you to be my lover. Yeah, it's true what Millie said about me wanting to fuck you but I wanted more, I wanted you as my partner. How stupid is that? A teenage girl wanting her brother as her partner! I guess that's why I saved myself for my marriage, because I wanted my first to be with you, but I knew it wasn't going to happen." I took hold of her shoulders and stared into those wonderful but teary eyes. At that moment I knew what she had been saying before, about the three of us being in this house and going back in time. It was bringing out old feelings and in her case an old confession. She turned away from me and moved to the table pulling out a chair. "Do you remember when we were kids and played doctor in that old shed?" How could I forget, I had thought of that the first night. "We were always close to undressing and touching but never did. I knew you wanted me to take my clothes off and I suspected you wanted to too, but, oh well, it was just kid stuff and we were too young to take advantage of it. I guess what I'm trying to say is that all those old memories come flooding back. Did you want to touch me, you know way back then?" "Yeah, I did. After all I was a boy just getting in touch with my feelings, you know, my penis and how good it felt to be touched. I remember those times we played doctor and yeah, I wanted you naked but now is better. Now we have made love and found things about each other, all three of us and it's something I want to remember forever. We aren't in love honey; we've just renewed our young love for each other." She looked at her hands, then the walls, and when she looked back at me there were tears in her eyes. "Me too. I was remembering, because tomorrow or the next day we will leave here and go back to our normal lives and our normal spouses." I chuckled a little, "normal? There will be nothing normal about our lives after this and I don't think normal fits our marital situations." "Let's don't be normal right now. Take me to bed, make love to me?" I followed her down the hall to her bedroom noticing Millie still asleep. We undressed quickly and crawled atop the unmade bed. I could smell the cleanliness of her body and wished I had showered but there was no stopping. We made love, I ate her, she sucked me, we touched, and I entered her with her atop me so she could have a lasting orgasm. When I came it was as if everything inside me had manifested in my ball sac and I was shooting it inside her. All those memories, all those nights masturbating with her in my mind, all those days as kids playing doctor, and now realizing I could have made love to her back then. We held each other, naked, spent, and happy. I knew how she felt and what she had been saying as I felt the same love for her she had professed to me, but I couldn't let those feelings take hold, for either of us, as we had lives and marriages to concern us not just our incestual relationship. I heard the shower and knew Millie was up and knew we had to finish an unpleasant but necessary task in this house, I also realized the beds we were sleeping in would have to be dismantled meaning we would not sleep here tonight. Things were quickly coming to a conclusion. After our shower and a quick breakfast the three of us finished boxing the contents of the house and the last thing was to dismantle the bedrooms before the thrift store people arrived. I pulled out my cell phone and made a reservation at a local motel, one room with two double beds. We watched the men load the boxes of usable goods and the furniture into the truck and there were three adults standing in the doorway with tears flowing as the remnants of our wonderful parents disappeared. After showing the house to the realtor and agreeing on a sales contract, we locked the door in deafening silence, each of us shivering at the click of the lock. The House Hadn't Changed At the motel we sat quietly, each reflecting on the past few days and nights. "Why don't we go get some dinner and maybe a drink or two before it gets too late?" When we returned to the room I asked about sleeping arrangements, but it was Millie who sat the rule. "I'm going to sleep alone, that means you two will share the other bed." She looked at both of us with a look of understanding and resolution. "It's just the way it should be." Jane and I slept naked, as was Millie, but we didn't make love, we just snuggled as closely as we could. When the morning light began filtering through the curtain I felt Millie join us. It was just the way it should be, three siblings together, sharing old and tearful memories, but also new and wonderful discoveries.